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Locker Room Horror Stories
robertl1
The guys that saunter around butt ass naked. Is it so strenuous to wrap a towel around? The other daytime I finish my float take my shower, place on some shorts and make my way to the sinks to grip some lotion for my face. The chlorine really drys my face out. Anyways, there’s this dude, probably 55, in there stark naked primping his hair n shit. This is kind of a narrow room like a horseshoe of sinks. The guy is on my left as I hand over in. First sink lotion didn’t work so I had to go deeper in to the next sink. Just as I grab a little lotion and apply to my face. Another dude comes in. I feel trapped now, got a naked dude on the left and another dude on the right. Shit, I’m gonna have to go by through corridor and it’s way too close to the naked dude! Just as I start to make a break for it the naked dude puts his foot up on the counter and starts slathering lotion on his legs. I express “seriously?” as I hand over by. He didn’t speak anything back but, with my back turned to him I was a little concerned about organism attacked buy a naked dude as I walked away. I’ll be bringing my own lotion from now on.
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JustinPB3
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The guys had all worked their butts off in direct to win that game. Compared to the other team that they were up against, they collectively had more strength and ability. They had all expected to achieve but in the end, a victory had not been in the cards.
Of course, when the guys won a game, there always was boundless masculine camaraderie bouncing around in the locker room, along with plenty of beer cans flying around, hooting and hollering, wide smiles and pats on each other’s backsides.
Not so much tonight.
The beer cans that were in a barrel filled with ice and ready to go remained untouched. Instead of chugging them down, the guys tumbled out of the locker room and went their separate ways for the evening. All the guys, that is, except for Neil and Ryan. They were the last two ball players who remained in the hollow space that the locker room had become.
“Fucking sucks,” Neil said for the third period and then pulled off his shirt.
Ryan looked over his shoulder and briefly scanned Neil's defined torso muscles. He'd always had an eye for Neil and his macho ways, not to mention, his sexy muscled bod.
Once Neil was free of his shirt, Ryan quickly turned away.
Neil caught the su
I’m Jesse Anderson. I’m from Asheville, North Carolina.
I’ve always been very active. I’ve loved playing soccer and I’ve played all my experience. All through middle, high school – middle school, upper school and college, I heard homophobic slurs. During middle school, we were in the locker room. It was after a game. One of my teammates came up to us – it was me and a couple of friends – in the locker room and he was referring to an incident where I missed a kick and it was a decisive point in the game.
He said, “You’re a fucking faggot for missing that.” That was – that hurt a lot. It wasn’t easy to accept in, it wasn’t easy to deal with at the time. So after hearing it for fifteen or so years, I was done. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I ended up quitting and didn’t participate in any additional sports activities for the enhanced part of four years.
When I went to college, I didn’t join any competitive teams because I still felt that I wouldn’t be accepted. So I ended up joining some intramural groups and it was still amusement but it wasn’t as competitive as I would contain liked it to be.
So four years later, I was hanging out with a friend. He was one of my first queer friends in Boston. We we
The Locker Room
Ben liked it when he had his father all to himself, when his big brother Jeff had something else to undertake on Saturdays and they could be alone together. He got to talk to his dad more then—Jeff did all the talking when it was the three of them, and he cut him off if he tried to talk to his dad. His dad was usually too busy driving or doing something else to make Jeff be fair, so Ben came away from those days feeling cheated. Today would be unlike because Jeff had something at the high school that his mother was in charge of, so it was just Ben and his dad going to swim.
It was always an adventure to go swimming at his dad's club, because it was both fun and a minute tense; the locker room was filled with old men who acted like they owned the place, talking and laughing actual loud, and it was explain that kids were out of place there. He would gaze around him all the day when he was getting dressed and undressed because it was like he was in a different world; a world where there were no mothers or sisters, just men, in a little room where their voices bounced off the tile wall