Teens Locker Room Novels & Stories

“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 mean they would make a good couple. Maybe, but who knows? Looking for my locker, I enter the room where the lockers are located. Only a few students at Mystic High choose lockers as their preferred method of storage. Therefore, there was a locker room in the school designed especially for students who preferred lockers. Before I could reach my locker I heard Lyla’s voice reach my ears. The timing couldn't be better! Note the sarcasm. I held back a groan. She was the last person I wanted to deal with, especially after the lunch incident.

The lockers were arranged in neat rows and were made of metal, providing a sturdy and secure place to store their belongings. The lockers were tall, with a height of approximately six feet, and were just wide enough to fit a student's backpack and a few textbooks. Each locker was equipped with a combination lock that was used to secure the contents inside. The lockers were also numbered, making it easy for students to locate their own personal locker.

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.

*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.

Placing a black hat on her head, she made her way towards the restroom at the down part of the school. That part of restrooms is not used during the daytime of the school as most prefer to use the one in the second and third part of the school. Apart from being bigger, cleaner, and comfortable to use, it can serve the two natural call of human urination and defecation. She opened the door as she entered, shocking the two teenagers who were making out. "Making out? Gross?" Lydia smirked as the two let go of each other. It was Zack and Maya. Zack looked stunned for a while as he stared at the person in front of them. She could not help but wonder why she looked like Rachael.

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.

“Touchy. Don’t worry, Captain. If she’s writing a tell-all, at least she thinks you’re interesting enough to stalk.” I don’t dignify that with a response, but my grip tightens on the strap of my duffel bag. --- The locker room smells like sweat, deodorant, and damp towels that never seem to dry all the way. Metal lockers clang as guys slam them open and shut. Tyler’s already sitting on the bench, untying his sneakers, his damp hair falling into his eyes. “She’s here again,” he says casually, not even glancing up. He doesn’t have to. He knows. Everyone knows.

Cade’s text said rec building, late athlete access, not the library, so I followed him through the dark hall with my hole still leaking from the dorm and my cock already half hard again in my shorts. The locker room was empty and smelled like old sweat and bleach and he didn’t even let me get all the way inside before he shoved me back against the metal lockers. The door clanged once and he pinned my wrists up by my head and kissed me like he was claiming my mouth the same way he had claimed my hole an hour ago.

I smiled as I pulled back the door to the janitor's closet and Tina and I got our cleaning supplies and headed for the boys locker room. With heart thumping loudly in our chest and our knees shaking along with sweaty palms we both pulled back the door and I dreaded what was going to come next as a shirt came flying on my face.