Locker Room Novelas e Histórias

One of the guys with short blonde hair and a face you wouldn't remember, pounds on a gray metal door, and it opens. Inside there's a long cylinder hallway that goes on for what seems like forever. The lights are dim, and the smell of mold overwhelming. My feet kick what looks like brick dust as we follow, leaving prints behind. My face frowns into disgust, as I try to step around the muck. The men stop, opening another metal door. One of them hold the door open, not making eye contact. Debs walks in, and I follow suit. The locker room has one lone locker in the back, and a metal bench sitting in front of it. The toilet is sitting to the left with no walls or d

It was Mason's voice. "Dear, Rachel. You are probably wondering what's going on and let me tell you. All those years ago on this precise date, your world was thrown off its axis. You lost your job, your apartment, your wallet, everything. But what you gained was a roommate you hated with all your heart. An annoying roommate who was determined to help you get a job that you deserve even though he was telling himself he hated you the same you hated him. What you never realized is that our roommate pact was probably the reason for everything else. So you can say you are the blue that is holding us together. You are the person connecting us beyond blood. You might think of yourself as an ordinar

It’s never used, but I always have the cleaning lady work on it regardless. The blue crystal tiles on the walls and floors sparkle underneath the bright white light bulbs. It’s large enough to fit in twenty people at once. There’s a toilet bowl and sink at the far right, with a large circular mirror ahead of the sink, while the cubic shower room is on the left—behind a sliding door made of foggy colored tempered glass…I guess. It smells like bleach and feminine soaps. Mine, no doubt. My men try to come in behind me, but I stop them with a stern look on my face.

Roommate needed: Male or female, doesn’t smoke, tidy, can cook tasty meals is a plus, minds their business – I scoffed at the roommate ad, is he looking for a roommate or does he want a maid? I folded the paper into my bag as I walked into the bank to clear out all the money from me and Marty’s joint account, ten thousand dollars, it was nothing much but it was enough to get me started on a new life.

The TV played some sports channel and some of the football players sat around on the ancient couch watching. Someone handed me a red solo cup that I tossed into the soil of a standing plant in the corner. “Good game, Booker!” someone else yelled, slapping my back. I shoved my way through the crowd to the kitchen, pouring my own cup of beer that I planned to nurse the rest of the night. A popular Cardi B song blasted over the speakers, which made everyone howl and turn toward the living room where they’d pushed recliners and tables out of the way to dance.

His kicks took the other man down. Luke felt his own pulse racing during the match. Now the crowd started to thin. People headed toward the exits. Luke waited until most of them left. He wanted to congratulate Ronan in person. Luke pushed open the heavy door to the locker room. The room smelled of sweat, metal, and old leather. The air felt thick and warm. Most fighters had already left. Only a few bags remained on the benches. Luke heard the sound of running water from the open showers at the back. Steam drifted into the main area.

The heavy door to the visitor’s locker room clicked shut, swallowing the boisterous, deep-voiced echo of the New York Warriors’ defensive line. Just like that, the corridor was plunged back into a cold, clinical quiet, leaving Liam alone under the buzzing glare of the fluorescent lights.

He hated the locker room when it was crowded—the casual nudity, the casual dominance of bigger guys, the way their eyes sometimes lingered on him with something between amusement and hunger. Tonight, the building felt abandoned. The overhead lights in the hallway flickered weakly as he padded toward the locker room, flip-flops slapping wetly against the tiles. His swim briefs clung to him, cold and tight, outlining the subtle curve of his ass and the modest bulge in front. A single duffel bag hung over his shoulder, towel draped around his neck. He pushed open the heavy metal door. The familiar scent of sweat, body spray, and da

“Unless you want us to.” Heat flushed my face. My mouth opened, but no words came out. I could only nod, breath catching when Dante’s hand brushed my shoulder—too casual to be casual. “Come on.” Leo tilted his head toward the locker room door. “Let’s get out of the hallway.” The door swung open with a heavy creak. Inside, the locker room was a different world: rows of benches, jerseys hanging on hooks, the faint hiss of showers still running. It smelled of sweat, musk, soap, and victory. The kind of place fans never got to see.

I’m not that desperate to see him. I had to do something, though. With a racing heart and a stupid idea. I pushed the locker room door open. The locker room was bigger than I thought. I marched into a room full of naked men! I came face to face with some firm ass. Their dicks were out and their boxers flashing for the world to see. Dripping wet men were everywhere. It smelled like wet boy in here. Which wasn’t entirely bad. They spotted me one by one in slow motion. Their eyes widened, and the room erupted into chaos.