Locker Room Novels & Stories

People don’t question you when you look like you know what you’re doing. I slip into the room, thanking my lucky stars that I’ve managed to locate a locker room intended for train station employees. Several dull grey lockers line the walls, along with a couple of benches and a private bathroom off to the side. It’s empty, too, which is a massive bonus. There’s no time to linger, though. Loitering is bound to draw someone’s attention.

CHAPTER 17: I'M STRAIGHT BUT I LOVE DICK WILLIAM'S POV The locker room was loud and chaotic after practice, the usual storm of slamming metal doors, running showers, and guys shouting over each other like a pack of wild animals. Thick, hot steam hung heavy in the air, thick with the sharp bite of mint from someone’s gum, sweat soaked towels, and that overpowering cloud of cheap body spray most of the team drowned themselves in. The mixture clung to my skin and made my nose wrinkle.

He towered over me, glaring into my soul with angry hazel eyes. "I wonder what the boys in there would say about a nerdy little girl like you in their locker room," Tony said. "Yeah, especially since they're all in there taking their baths. I mean, they just came back from early morning practice, I heard," Rachel said and peeped into the room. I glanced at the opened locker room, there were some towels, sports uniforms, and shoes around, which meant that they were truly inside. I swallowed at the thought of naked men seeing me and fear filled my body at what they might think of me or do.

“Not out here though. Let’s go in the locker room. Almost everyone should be gone.” Logan grabs my hand and pulls me into the guy’s locker room. It’s a lot different than I was expecting. It is a little messy with some equipment helmets, pads, and footballs thrown around but for the most part it is actually pretty clean. It doesn’t smell bad like I was expecting either.

I set my ID down next to his, the clerk sorted us out, handed us some towels, condoms, and some lube packets, and in we went. "Welcome to the locker room." He said. I don't know what I expected. I almost thought that everyone would be in here sucking and fucking away. It was just a locker room. "Huh. This isn't so bad." I said. "We're here to blow off some steam and have a good time! Relax, man!" He laughed, clapping that huge hand on my back. "Yeah, I know. Sorry, I've had a weird day." I said, sheepishly.

She said waving it off. I nodded my head in understanding as she led me to a large hallway off to the side of the gym. "Back here are the changing rooms. In them, you will find lockers, restrooms, and showers. The women's is on the right and men's on the left. Across the hall here is the sauna and spa. A lot of the males use the sauna and the women use the spa. We added these features because after working out all day, it's nice to relax and maybe get a massage." Gloria winked at me. I might be using the spa a lot after working out. I'm not used to actually going to the gym and lifting weights or even running for that matter. I can already feel my muscles hurting just thinking about it.

Bonus Chapter 22 – Locker Room Quickie (Early Marriage, Rookie NFL Season) Eli POV The locker room had emptied out fast. Twenty minutes earlier it had been a riot of slamming metal doors, shouted trash talk, water running in the showers, and the sharp scent of menthol muscle rub hanging thick in the air.

“Because people are standing around naked!” Lucas looked at him with mild confusion, entirely unbothered. Tobe laughed harder. “Relax. This is the boys’ locker room. Girls are not allowed in here.” “That is not the point.” “What is the point then?” “The point is… warning people!” Lucas finally spoke while pulling on fresh clothes. “It is a locker room.” Jordy turned slowly. “You are both strange.” Tobe patted his shoulder sympathetically. “You will adapt.”

LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW. I walk towards my private locker room, where I know my friends are waiting. The smell of sweat and fresh ice clings to the air as I push open the door to the locker room. The roar of the rink fades behind me and is replaced by the low, rumbling laughter of my guys. The Horsemen. My Horsemen.

“I believe we didn’t give our trainees any instructions regarding loitering with stupid games. Your mind must focus fully here when you enter these premises, such games jam the thinking ability of men. If you crave little breaks, then go ahead and blow some steam in the playroom. We have basketball, volleyball, wrestling, boxing, and shooting spaces. Not only are they conducive but a better source of staying salubrious.” Lorenzo said with a straight face while the agent took it silently with a lowered head. His cheeks were heated in the shade of cherry and his ears turned pink in embarrassment. “Yes sir, I will keep that in mind, sir.” He delivered with a confident voice and the elevator pau