Gay Locker Room Stories Novels & Stories

CHASE The locker room reeked of sweat-soaked gear, fresh tape, and the cold bite of sharpened blades. Most of the Vancouver Titans had already peeled out after morning skate—laughing, slapping asses, scattering to hotels for whatever flavor of chaos they’d lined up: threesomes, one-night stands, or the rare genuine hookup. Me? I was still planted on the bench in front of my stall, elbows on knees, staring at the scuffed floor between my skates while the team doctor finished his lecture.

But the stupid moron , I was , I walk right into the tiger's den . The locker room smell exactly as I imagined it will , the overpowering smell of sweat and musk with a twinge of something odd invades my nostrils the second I enter the locker room. Jacob follows after me and I hear a familiar click of as in ' door clicking shut ' click . I don't think he will shut the door , Jacob, himself had once said that there was no way he will be interested in chubby chicks like me , if that was the case I don't see the point of him closing the locker room shut .

AUTHOR’S POV. Stepping off the ice, the Westmore locker room was an absolute war zone of pure testosterone, flying athletic gear, and deafening noise. The heavy bass of a trap beat blasted from the corner speakers, vibrating up through the rubber floor mats and rattling the metal benches.

I tickle his muscles with my toes and he gives me an indulgent smile. I am still reeling at the fact that I am here with them and it doesn't feel as if it's anything new. It feels as if this is the most normal thing in the world. We talk about this and that and Aly wants to know about my stay at the St Paul's Rehabilitation Center and I tell them everything and they laugh when I mimic how Padre Martinez and the others would preach to us and how I told them that I am gay and even made out with a gay man who had been brought to “pray the gay out of him" (they laugh at that) and how I made sure that I was a menace to a point that I had to be thrown out.

That thick, musky stink rolling off him in waves, flooding the locker room like a gas leak. “Also,” Nate murmured against her mouth, “for the party later… wear the dress I bought you?” “If that’s what you want.” Her voice was breathless. Soft. I snapped. “Enough!” My voice cracked through the locker room like a whip. Every head turned. Conversations died mid-sentence. “Get a fucking room. Some of us are trying to change without gagging on Calloway’s hormones.” Nate’s grin vanished. He pushed Elara behind him as though he could actually protect her from me.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

It's like standing at a crossroads of emotions, and every path looks equally perplexing and inviting. -Unknown. |K I R I L L| Stepping into the guy's locker room is like entering a world of teenage craziness. The air smelled like a mix of sweat and deodorant, a scent only a high school locker room could have. The lights overhead were flickering like they were in on some secret joke, trying to brighten up the place but not doing a great job.

“Keep that energy for the game!” If only he knew the fire was all because of one quiet, repressed pastor’s son who kept saying no while his body screamed yes. In the locker room afterward, the guys were loud and rowdy — slapping towels, joking about girls, bragging about weekend plans. I laughed along, changing slowly, muscles aching pleasantly from the hard session. But my mind was elsewhere. Leon in my jersey. Leon on the rooftop. Leon’s hand in mine. The way his breath had caught when I whispered about the party. I could already picture him tomorrow night — nervous, flushed, wearing something nice because I told him to. On my arm. Under my control.

"Tell me about it." I let out a tired breath. "Elena, I'm really tired, I just want to sleep." "I know," she said, kissing my shoulders softly. "But I want to hear about it because it helps me feel close to you." I sighed, my eyes closing almost immediately. "Liam brought a friend, and we had a threesome. They fucked me. I came. They both came. The end." I know I was very sarcastic about my response, but I was too tired to care.

John. So now that have been said, we have to talk to the police about this because it's rape, sexual conduct without permission, so what i would like you ask you is that if you are willing to tell the police your story as evidence Lara?" "With you beside me, yes!" "Okay then let's give them a call and make an appointment okay?" "Sure and then maybe also they will find the truth about those 2 dead kids!" She says happy and I nod. We finish our drinks and than go to sleep, i gave her the guest room while i have the master bedroom but as we meet each other at the bathroom things get heated......