Gay Locker Room Stories Novels & Stories

Declan would stand behind me, his cock sliding into my ass without warning, stretching me open until I screamed, the sound echoing off the walls. They’d use me like their personal fuck-toy until I came over and over, my pussy clenching and squirting all over Rowan’s dick, my whole body shaking. One day, after one of these shower sessions, we were naked and wrecked, sitting on the benches trying to breathe. My pussy was throbbing, swollen and used, cum still leaking out of me. That’s when the locker room door creaked open. Kash, the team’s wide receiver, walked in. He stopped dead, his eyes going wide.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

Everyone knows the place, but no one I know has actually been inside. I’ve never shared this with anyone, knowing my teammates wouldn’t let me live it down. But sometimes I imagine what it would be like to visit Lumen. Not in a gay way, obviously. More like… curiosity. A fascination with what goes on behind those big black doors. Is it true that everyone strips naked in the locker room and then wanders around checking each other out? That men fuck each other in plain sight? “I drive past it every day on my way to campus,” Omar says. He’s sitting on the floor with his back against the couch. “It looks shady as fuck.”

"You win that round." He smirked, pointing at Kai. "Your turn, drummer boy."Kai leaned forward, muscles flexing under his tank. His story topped it: hotel balcony in Vegas, two groupies at once, one riding him while the other sat on his face, city lights blurring. Theo lost, peeling off his shirt slow, revealing ripped abs and that V-line disappearing into his jeans. Alice bit her lip. The tequila flowed, stories got dirtier.Theo's turn had her squirming. Backstage quickie with a roadie chick, bent over amps, her ass bouncing while he pounded from behind. Finn called bullshit, said it was tame. Alice agreed, giggling as Finn poured her next shot. But Finn's story wrecked her: soundcheck hoo

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He simply tossed the plastic keycard toward Jordan and aggressively directed the rest of the complaining team toward the main elevators. As we stood quietly near the back of the lobby waiting for the heavy elevator doors to open, Brody and Jax were loudly complaining about the miserable room assignments, their completely unfiltered, crude locker-room conversation echoing clearly across the empty space. "I cannot believe that massive prude Lynnwood gets to completely avoid the crowded rooms," Jax sneered loudly, intentionally pitching his rough voice so that I could clearly hear the heavy insult. "I swear to the Goddess, the kid acts exactly like a terrified, completely sheltered virgin. He n

woahh, it's a very scary noise, you'll hear someone asking for help because of pain, moaning in pain mixed with pleasure-- okay the story telling is correct because that's just a joke of your mind Trix . very good, very good you can be a writer Trix, pfft erotic writer like that. Again and again, that's fine with me. "Ah, it's just our room with Ken!" I said. Wait, why do you seem angry, Trix? just relax, it's okay your beauty might get damaged, that's what you can be proud of Ken. "Eh? You obviously don't use that room." We can use that when... when mommy, daddy, uncle and aunt are here as long as there are guests in the house.

My heart began to beat fast in my chest. “Are you okay?” Kennedy glanced at me suspiciously. “I just saw the craziest thing,” “I bet you that it wouldn’t surprise me,” “It will. I just saw Laken getting a blowjob in the bathroom. I don’t mean behind the toilet doors, in the freaking passage where the sinks,” Kennedy chuckled. “I’m not surprised. That’s pretty normal around here,” “But why do that in the women’s bathroom and make everyone else uncomfortable?” “Oh! I forgot to let u know. The men’s bathroom is actually the one with the pink door. A lot of the ladies argued that pink doesn't always have to be for women so it was changed to the men’s bathroom,”

"I went to her place and I fucked up so bad. I treated her like a fucking whore. She fucking kicked me out after… after I treated her like a fucking whore." "We've all been there," Christian says. "People have angry sex all the time. It's not a big deal. You guys will make up." "We didn't have sex," I say quietly. "We've never had sex." I know my face is starting to turn red. Everyone assumes guys like me, professional athletes, have sex regularly. Hell, it's regular locker room conversation. So I can almost feel the looks of shock on their face. "Wait," Christian finally says, "You don't have sex with your girlfriend?"

Against my better judgment I walked out of the shower to look for my stuff. Nowhere to be found so i had no choice but to go out to my locker and find something. What was waiting for me were three of my teammates butt naked with their dicks hanging. All my life I was under the impression that I was straight but things changed in that locker room immediately. At first I did try and tell them nervously that I wasn’t into that kind of thing, but they must’ve been able to tell my true nature. It didn’t take much convincing before I fully submitted to them.