Gay Locker Stories

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My First Visit to a Gay Club

by girlboybootsie on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

One Friday night, feeling courageous I decide to do what I have long fantasized about, and go to a male sex club in San Francisco to lose my virginity. I slip on a pair of shiny pink silk bikini panties, which hug my tight buns and wrap a matching pink satin garter belt with lace trim around my waist. I then roll sheer white stockings with French backseams...

The Locker Room

by vulkansnsfw on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Finishing my final lap, I climbed out of the pool and grabbed my towel. I liked coming for my swim late at night because that usually meant I had the place to myself, barring the occasional custodian. Tonight was no different, and I walked back towards the showers to rinse off before heading home. I walked into the empty showers and picked the one right on...

High School: Confusion Ch. 02

by Betterthanmovies on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

*3* I wouldn't exactly call myself beautifully gorgeous or an Adonis. I'm just a good looking guy. I have short brown hair, deep blue eyes and a killer smile. I'm not this big ripped and muscular guy, I would simply call myself slim. I do have the V-shaped torso, though, which I find a nice quality. I'm not a whore either. I'm simply a guy on a mission. My...

First Gym Encounter

by fantasychatter on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

As I finished up my workout I started towards the locker room, feeling the soreness in my muscles aching from the previous strain in the weight room. My shirt was doused in sweat and I could feel little beads of sweat still running down my body. I entered the locker room, found my locker and proceeded to undress to wash off. Normally I am kind of shy about b...

Myth of Masculinity

by JacobGoody on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The first time I had seen Ted was at the local YMCA. Renovations had forced the general membership crowd into the confines of the newly refurbished membership plus, where the locker rooms were carpeted, and a sizable steam room and hot tub took up residence near the showers. I had just finished my work out, and was headed back to my locker when I noticed him...

Old Guys Teach Me a Lesson

by RSchwuler on Oct 15, 2017
Gay Male

This story is a very over the top work of fantasy, and it contains non-consent, blackmail and humiliation elements. ***** I work late so I like to go to the gym in the last hour before it closes, when I practically have the place to myself. Even though my job is crazy these days, I still take working out seriously and get myself to the gym every day, and...

Opening Z Ch. 17

by polaris_flight on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

I wanted to be naked...I wanted to show off...I wanted to have my hard cock slippery in my hand...I wanted to get fucked....I felt that last desire roll between my cock in hand to my balls to my ass to my cock and back again. I headed for the gym; I could burn off some energy and build some other in a work out. There is a kinda corridor on one side of the gy...

It Began in the Locker Room

by TKBenjamin on Sep 15, 2017
Gay Male

This is a work of fiction. The characters are not real. The sex is. ***** INTRODUCTION CAMERON WALKER held his breath as he pushed open the heavy door on the locker room. He hadn't been back to his old high school 2 years and didn't really want to be there now. He wouldn't have been here either if he hadn't gotten that weird email. 1 He'd gotten back...

Locker Room Workout

by T@nman on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

When I'm traveling on the job, I stay at hotels that have a fitness center on-site. Once I find a hotel that meets my needs for room amenities, fitness center, location, etc., I tend to become a regular customer. And you learn who the other regular customers are and who is a regular user of the fitness center. Late one evening, four of us were finishing our...

One Summer at Stevens Point Ch. 01

by Ken Nitsua on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

K. Nitsua. Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. The persistent beeping of an alarm threads its way into my consciousness. Slowly, reluctantly, I open my eyes to an unfamiliar light and unfamiliar surroundings. Where am I? In a moment my brain orients itself. The small travel clock on the dresser, which I only use here, reads six-thirty a.m. Despit...