Teens Locker Room Novels & Stories

I growled lowly before grabbing my bag and stomping out of the gym hall towards the boy's locker room. "So who's turn today dick or pussy." "Both." I replied grumpily before pushing my way in towards Mike's locker.I pulled of my thong before opening up his locker and placing it inside.He'll know what to do when he finds it.I scrunched my nose as I made my way out of their locker room.Jeez it stinks. As I closed the locker room door I saw some of my teachers sending weird glances my way.One would think that they would eventually stop staring at me like that but nope,they have actually been doing it since I started eighth grade here so I'm actually used to it by now.

"It's ok, you just surprised me. " She helped me set the little cot back against the wall and I turned on the overhead light in the room. There were no locks allowed on the doors, this was to drive in the point that we had no control over anything. If someone wanted to come into our tiny space , they just did without our permission. It was one of those rules for outside pack members, NO locks on doors. Even the showers were in an open area , no privacy there. It reminded me of school and the gym showers back in high school. That doesn't bother me, I have no problem with nudity and I don't body shame anyone either. We are who god made us to be , no cookie cutter molded body for everyone .

It was secluded, isolated, and best of all. It was a girls locker room. Was it common for a teacher to fantasize about his students? I didn't know. Fantasizing about this place, though? This one had been with me and every post-pubescent male since the invention of the first girls locker room. It was a place of unhurried stripping, of casual nudity, a place so linked to dirty thoughts that it had its own showers to rinse the girls clean. As I let myself in, I considered sending a text of gratitude to Candy for lending us the key yesterday via Cassie, but no, I'd thank her in person at dinner tonight. Seven plus inches of gratitude. Call it eight if Isa showed her breasts.

I didn’t want to carry them with me all day. I headed towards the locker room, walking past unfamiliar faces and giving polite smiles as I went. I stepped into the locker room; there were a few girls in there taking bathroom selfies and I had to stifle the urge to roll my eyes. they weren’t there for training or working out… they wanted their social media followers to think they were gym rats. I glanced around at all the lockers; there were a ton of them... more than I could comprehend. However, as I looked at all the red lights on each of the lockers, I realized there wasn’t one available.

But if I am going to remember this story long enough to journal it, I need all the details. “Yup, let’s do this,” I say, feeling the excitement rise as Natasha hands all of us the hair remover bottles. “So, the boy’s locker room is on the bottom floor. Go right, and then the 2nd left. Mason and Sin will do the showers, and Natasha and I will head for the lockers,” Jace says as he zips up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. I do the same with ours. We head into the school, grateful they don’t have an alarm. Once we reach the door, Natasha giggles, and I squeeze her arm, snorting. I knew she would enjoy it.

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.

Chapter 11: Boys Will Be Boys The Locker Room, Ridgemont High School, Felton Dr., Fallon Creek, Michigan.... Casey was none too comfortable when he stepped into the showers following the rather intense round of flag football on the field and found that he'd been among a good deal of other naked young men going about their day as if it had been no big deal to have their collective junk swinging in the breeze for all to see. The stench of the place had caught Casey's attention almost immediately as he stepped inside still drenched in sweat from his earlier activity with his short brown locks clinging to his forehead and ears as he moved about the room trying his hardest not to vomit from the c

Liora’s POV** *God, I’m such a filthy fucking slut for this.* The thought burned through my mind like liquid heat as I dropped to my knees on the cold locker room floor, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My 19th birthday, and instead of cake, I was surrounded by the raw, masculine scent of sweat, soap, and pure testosterone. The team had just won, and the locker room was thick with celebration — half-naked players, steam rising from the showers, low laughter echoing off the tiles.

I took a breath and stepped inside. The locker room was chaotic. Players in various states of undress moved between benches and stalls, peeling off pads, cleaning sweat from their faces with towels, cracking jokes that echoed off the tile. The air was thick with the smell of ice, sweat, and whatever cheap body spray half of them had doused themselves in. I kept my eyes on the team logo painted on the far wall and cleared my throat. “Excuse me. Clara Evans, Northridge Daily. I’m looking for Ethan Knight.”

It's not a problem to admire as long as it doesn't cross the line and become flirtatious. I entered the dressing room of the kids. They're getting dressed and my team is assisting them. We occupy the entire 5th floor. From the dressing room of the models, to separate rooms for kids, teens, and adults. In another room, the photo shoot is set, and in the next room is the rehearsal room, which is quite spacious. There's also a meeting room, which my friend specially arranged for us here on the whole floor so we won't have any difficulties. Fortunately, Bes is also assigned to this event, so we're not having a hard time.