Locker Room Novels & Stories

Maybe he'd go for a swim first, work out his body a bit more while his mind tried to sort through the tangled knot of thoughts he couldn't seem to let go of. The men's locker room was cavernous and luxurious. Made of natural stone, it offered just about any amenity that Luca could have thought of having. It, along with the sauna, was why he'd come downstairs. It was cleaned multiple times a day and since it hadn't been used since the battle it was completely dry. Or it should have been. Teo froze at the sink, pulled from his thoughts when he heard the sound of water running from the back portion of the huge space. He wasn't alone. He was about to call out and

' 'To meet Jade in the locker room. He raised an eyebrow. 'The locker room is popular for lots of things. Making out is the number one. Don't worry, I'll just pick the bag I dropped there and you guys can do whatever it is you planned on doing there.' I shook my head. Akin is an idiot, a certified one.

Looked at him. “Your turn.” He sat. Adjusted his stance. Started. Ten perfect reps—ass-to-grass, explosive up, slow down. He racked it. Stood. We both knew the truth before either of us said it. He’d beaten me again. “Locker room,” he said. Voice low. Final. I followed. The men’s locker room was colder at this hour—steam long gone, tiles chilled. Lights off except for one flickering bulb over the benches. The air smelled faintly of bleach and old sweat.

He looked at Jake. "Showers. Five minutes," Braden said. Jake nodded. He finished putting away the last of the clean towels and waited until the last player left. The locker room went quiet. The only sound was the hum of the ventilation system. Jake walked to the showers. They were in the back of the locker room, a big open room with white tile and metal shower heads. There were no doors. No privacy. Just open space where anyone could walk in and see the quarterback getting his dick sucked by a dude.

The distinct scent of sweat and blood rushes my nose, causing me to scrunch my face up momentarily. I knew Frost Moon was a warrior pack, but did they not know how to clean a training room properly? I roll my eyes for a moment, stepping outside the elevator and taking in the large space. The training room should be called a training hall as I notices sectioned off areas. The center held a sparing ring, one that I have seen in the human territories where boxers would fight in for the entertainment of others. The northern corner held machines, some in use by a few teens most likely trying to figure out how they work. The east corner has hooks where yoga mats line the wall, a nice place to stre

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.”

I've never been inside the boys locker room, for obvious reasons. It smelled a lot worse than the girls, mildew and bad body order. All the boys were staring at me. There was some whistling, a lot of covering up. I looked down the rows and finally found Josh's skinny ass putting his pants on.

His cheekbones are tense and sharp with fury. His angry gaze feels like it could scorch skin. He moves toward me with a heavy, deliberate gait. Each step echoes against the tiled floor as if he intends to grind me into it. The locker room smells of soap and damp fabric; the air is warm and foggy from the showers. Cheerful female voices drift through the steam beyond the frosted glass; laughter bounces off the walls—bright, careless, and impossibly far away. Their owners are unlikely to come to my aid.

I stepped into the locker room after my set, muscles still pumped and hot from squats. Sweat ran down my back, soaking into the waistband of my shorts. The place smelled like iron, rubber, and guys pushing their limits. I liked it here late at night quiet, empty, just me and the echo of weights clanging earlier. Then he walked in. Jaxon.

This isn’t right but i really want to get closer to me. How else do i convince a roomie who doesn't like havung conversations with me. ​I walk past the group of boys in the main bathroom who are showing and comparing their dick size while they laugh like idiots. Utterly disgusting!