Locker Room Stories Novels & Stories

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Six I looked around the large room. It was a lounge, with a large bar behind me, tables set in a homely manner, and men sitting around nursing their drinks. Bottles were strewn across the floor, and soft music played in the background. The only thing missing was scantily clad women strutting from one end of the lounge to the other. The men talked loudly about some dumb thing I couldn’t keep up with. I really did try at first, but the obnoxious tales they told usually ended with loud laughter and the rest of the group joining in. They were stories they had told countless times before. They were family.

Or the staff at the emergency room over in the next town. Leila had heard the stories about the place, though she personally had never set foot in the joint until now. The pool hall was the kind of place that Ginger or Zanna would call dens of iniquity and move to have zoning laws changed. Or call in the health inspector to give it so many violations, it was forced to shut down. Leila knew this, because it was a true story. Though thus far, all attempts had been unsuccessful in their permanency though.

She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet. ‎The day I saw my girlfriend's mom masturbating, I had gone over to her place to see Juliet. Juliet's room is located at the end of the hallway, while her mom's room is the first one in the hallway. ‎I was passing the hallway to go see Juliet in her room when I heard the quiet moans and grunts coming from her mom's cracked door. I couldn't stop myself from peeking inside the room a little. That was when I saw her, spread naked on her bed with one hand pinching her tit, while the other was thrusting the dildo in and out of her

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.

interrupted the tall man who looked familiar to Maureen as he pushed the bald man away and pointed to another door in the room. A men-only locker room, it seemed, as the masculine scent wafted through. Maureen had to cover her nose because the mixture of odors could also provoke nausea. Surrounding the room were lockers and long benches. There also seemed to be a bathroom, and the sound of the shower could be heard over the various noises. "Your friend from this morning, right, Ben?" Maureen openly pointed at the man who seemed to smile very easily at anyone, as evidenced by his greeting to everyone who passed by.

We’re an incestuous little group; I’ve slept with four of the regulars and another couple of the drop-ins, and I don’t think there’s anyone who has never hooked up with a teammate. The locker room vibe is always a little sexual, but it doesn’t freak anybody out the way it might if the team was mostly straight, or a gay/straight mix. It’s a gay swim club, after all. If we didn’t sleep with each other, there’d be something wrong with us.

CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC The Boy's Lockerroom, Ridgecrest High School, Fallon Creek, Michigan. Casey finally reached the locker room passing the other boys who were either naked or in their towels and chatting up a storm about upcoming sports events and what they were doing to hang out after school. Casey made his way to the furthest end of the locker room and proceeded to get undressed in a bid to hit the showers. He had gotten down to stripping out of his underwear when he felt the all too familiar sensation of a naked body behind him gripping his hips and trailing down to his newly exposed pale ass. The young lad's breath hitched in his throat as

*New Collection **Story Synopsis** Queen bee Madison and her two hottest friends corner the shy school nerd Jay in the empty locker room after a cruel dare. What begins as vicious public humiliation quickly spirals into something far darker and more addictive when they uncover the massive secret he’s been hiding beneath his baggy clothes. ...... I couldn’t stop grinning as we shoved Jay the nerd boy through the heavy metal door of the boys’ locker room. The whole place smelled like old sweat and chlorine, the lights buzzing overhead like they knew something filthy was about to happen.

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