Hey guys! Let me introduce myself. My pin name is Jake Jones. I just finished three chapters of an erotic story that I would like you to read. The title is, "Locker Room Lust." I will be posting the first chapters to all of my stories here for your reading pleasure. Due to the unforeseen circumstances that the Trump/Musk era has had on my career, I have been going through hard times financially. My homoerotic writing is a result of the tumultuous uncertainty of my career right now and the inspiration to create a Patreon. I would be grateful to have your support there by becoming a basic member. If you like my writings, this would allow me to continue investing my time and energy into creating gay erotica.
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For now, here is the first chapter of...
"Locker Room Lust" by Jake Jones
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
“Fuck,” I screamed to no one but myself when the alarm clock jolts me awake. My eyes are still shut and the room is pitch black as I reach across my nightstand to turn off the 4 a.m. alarm clock. I resist the urge to throw the pesky clock against my bedroom wall and lay there for five minutes more. Today is leg day at the local gym. I fucking hate leg day.
Getting up would not be nearly as hard if I had not spent 3 hours last night edging my dick while I fantasized about my latest straight boy crush. By the time I busted a big nut across my chin, chest, and stomach, it was 12:15 a.m. My goal of getting at least 7 hours of sleep had once again taken a back seat to my 22-year-old hormones and lust for straight guys.
Why is it always the fucking straight ones I fall for? This is my curse…I am never attracted to the gay guys. You know, the ones I might half way stand a chance with. FML!
The current guy is a beefed-up jock who plays for my university’s football team, the Trojans. Sooo fucking cliché, I know! But this time is slightly different. I had fallen in lust, not love. It’s usually love I fall into. This particular jock, Garrett Cox, had no clue I existed, and up until 3 days ago, neither did I know he existed. After all, why would he know about me? I am just your average, nobody homo farm boy. Too shy to put myself out there for even the other gay guys on campus to notice.
Before I tell you more of Garrett, and how I came to know about his existence, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Levi Cooper. No relation to Bradley Cooper, unfortunately. I was born and raised on my parents’ cattle farm in rural southeastern Kansas. I am 5’10” and weight 200 pounds. I have brown hair, but at birth it was blonde. Thanks in part to my German heritage. My bright blue eyes are framed by long, dark brown eye lashes. I must say, my eyes are my best feature. And while I wouldn’t call myself chubby, I have gotten thick since moving away from the farm. Some guys say it’s a good thick as I’m a mixture of farm-built muscle and the extra freshman 15 most of us acquire. The extra fat I have added makes me feel a bit self-conscious as I like to stay on the leaner side. Hence the requirement to haul my bubble butt out of bed.
I don’t suppose you want to hear about the gym any more than I want to go to the gym. Gym was gym. I did my leg workout and now I can barely walk. On the bright side, time did fly by as I had daydreamed about Garrett the whole time.
You see, a few days ago I took the trail across the road from my apartment that leads right by the university football stadium. It is a good two miles through the inner-city woods, along a creek. A perfect walk to warm up. I like to utilize the track around the football field to bump up the cardio with some jogging. I hate cardio days too, but less than I hate leg days. This particular summer day is sunny and hot.
I approached the gates to enter the stadium area. To my left sits an empty ticket booth and to my right is the Field House. Turning my head to the right, I notice the side door is ajar. This is odd as we are in the middle of summer break and no one appears to be at the stadium other than myself. But I continue through the gates to get the jog over with. Midway through, I feel an urge to pee. I take full advantage of the urge as it will allow me a quick break from jogging. The patron bathrooms are locked up, but I remember the field house door that was ajar when I arrived. I hesitate a moment as I grab the door knob. My heart is racing and sweat is dripping from my forehead. What if I’m not alone? What if I walk in and the coach is there? My intention is to pee, but the excitement of being inside the field house may betray me.
Slowly, quietly, I pull open the door. My nostrils are immediately assaulted with the intoxicating smell of youthful masculinity. Once my eyes adjust to the dim lights, I realize I’m standing smack dab in the center of the locker room. My mouth goes dry and my heart picks up its pace. This is my first time being inside the university field house. Being 22, my hormones begin to surge through my inexperienced body. My senses are overloaded from the sights, the smells, and the riskiness of it all. Instantly, all 6.8 inches of my cock turn rock hard…but I was there to pee, I reminded myself. Once I located the bathroom, I did my best to pee. The effort proves difficult with a raging hard-on sticking straight out from my body.
Once I’m finished peeing, I re-enter the locker room to take a better look. My eyes scanned the lockers. They looked to be the original wooden lockers built so many years ago. All lockers were open, no doors. Lucky me. I saw dirty football uniforms, beat up equipment and helmets. Each player had a name plate over his locker. I stood there with my eyes closed, breathing in that classic locker room smell. If you have ever been inside a locker room, you know what I am talking about. The rubber floors, the uniforms stained by grass, dirt, and sweat. This all mixed with the musty smell of the shower rooms, which I have yet to explore. I was intoxicated in the best possible way.
Once I opened my eyes, my whole body froze in the direction of Garrett’s locker. Why his locker? There, hanging from an old metal hook attached to the right-side wall of his locker was a jockstrap. A FUCKING JOCKSTRAP! Yes, my weakness, my fetish if you can call it that, are jockstraps. My dick started squirting out copious amounts of precum. I raced over to inspect it closer. No, it wasn’t enough for me to imagine all the naked men that have stood in this room with their furry balls and sweaty dicks flopping around as they slapped each other with towels. I needed more. And his jockstrap was exactly what I needed. It didn’t matter that I had no clue who he was or what he looked like.
To satisfy my need, I picked up the jockstrap and brought it to my nose. I inhaled…no, I huffed his manly scent into my lungs. But even this wasn’t enough. I needed as much of him inside my body as I could get. So, I took things a step further and placed the inside of the cock pouch to my mouth. Yes, I licked and I sucked that material like it was my last meal. Traces of his cock were still there. I could taste his musk, his sweat, and even a hint of stale jock piss.
My eyes quickly scanned the perimeter of the room to ensure I was still alone. If anyone caught me, my ass would be grass. However, the hormones that raged through my body pushed away any fears of being caught. I look down and the front of my shorts are soaked in precum to the point it looks as if my dick had already shot a big load.
I reach for the waist band of my shorts to pull them down, but as soon as I do, I hear a noise. Fuck, I panic and quickly remove my hand. I look around but I don’t see anyone. The fear finally outweighs my hormones. I shove the jockstrap into my shorts and bolt. The noise was enough to frighten me into ending my jog early.
Locker Room Lust – Chapter One. Copyright 2025 by BJM [published as Jake Jones]. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission.
Please visit www.patreon.com/BedtimeStoriesByJake to check out the first three chapters of "Locker Room Lust." You will also get exclusive content and access to downloadable material.
For now, here is the first chapter of...
"Locker Room Lust" by Jake Jones
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
“Fuck,” I screamed to no one but myself when the alarm clock jolts me awake. My eyes are still shut and the room is pitch black as I reach across my nightstand to turn off the 4 a.m. alarm clock. I resist the urge to throw the pesky clock against my bedroom wall and lay there for five minutes more. Today is leg day at the local gym. I fucking hate leg day.
Getting up would not be nearly as hard if I had not spent 3 hours last night edging my dick while I fantasized about my latest straight boy crush. By the time I busted a big nut across my chin, chest, and stomach, it was 12:15 a.m. My goal of getting at least 7 hours of sleep had once again taken a back seat to my 22-year-old hormones and lust for straight guys.
Why is it always the fucking straight ones I fall for? This is my curse…I am never attracted to the gay guys. You know, the ones I might half way stand a chance with. FML!
The current guy is a beefed-up jock who plays for my university’s football team, the Trojans. Sooo fucking cliché, I know! But this time is slightly different. I had fallen in lust, not love. It’s usually love I fall into. This particular jock, Garrett Cox, had no clue I existed, and up until 3 days ago, neither did I know he existed. After all, why would he know about me? I am just your average, nobody homo farm boy. Too shy to put myself out there for even the other gay guys on campus to notice.
Before I tell you more of Garrett, and how I came to know about his existence, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Levi Cooper. No relation to Bradley Cooper, unfortunately. I was born and raised on my parents’ cattle farm in rural southeastern Kansas. I am 5’10” and weight 200 pounds. I have brown hair, but at birth it was blonde. Thanks in part to my German heritage. My bright blue eyes are framed by long, dark brown eye lashes. I must say, my eyes are my best feature. And while I wouldn’t call myself chubby, I have gotten thick since moving away from the farm. Some guys say it’s a good thick as I’m a mixture of farm-built muscle and the extra freshman 15 most of us acquire. The extra fat I have added makes me feel a bit self-conscious as I like to stay on the leaner side. Hence the requirement to haul my bubble butt out of bed.
I don’t suppose you want to hear about the gym any more than I want to go to the gym. Gym was gym. I did my leg workout and now I can barely walk. On the bright side, time did fly by as I had daydreamed about Garrett the whole time.
You see, a few days ago I took the trail across the road from my apartment that leads right by the university football stadium. It is a good two miles through the inner-city woods, along a creek. A perfect walk to warm up. I like to utilize the track around the football field to bump up the cardio with some jogging. I hate cardio days too, but less than I hate leg days. This particular summer day is sunny and hot.
I approached the gates to enter the stadium area. To my left sits an empty ticket booth and to my right is the Field House. Turning my head to the right, I notice the side door is ajar. This is odd as we are in the middle of summer break and no one appears to be at the stadium other than myself. But I continue through the gates to get the jog over with. Midway through, I feel an urge to pee. I take full advantage of the urge as it will allow me a quick break from jogging. The patron bathrooms are locked up, but I remember the field house door that was ajar when I arrived. I hesitate a moment as I grab the door knob. My heart is racing and sweat is dripping from my forehead. What if I’m not alone? What if I walk in and the coach is there? My intention is to pee, but the excitement of being inside the field house may betray me.
Slowly, quietly, I pull open the door. My nostrils are immediately assaulted with the intoxicating smell of youthful masculinity. Once my eyes adjust to the dim lights, I realize I’m standing smack dab in the center of the locker room. My mouth goes dry and my heart picks up its pace. This is my first time being inside the university field house. Being 22, my hormones begin to surge through my inexperienced body. My senses are overloaded from the sights, the smells, and the riskiness of it all. Instantly, all 6.8 inches of my cock turn rock hard…but I was there to pee, I reminded myself. Once I located the bathroom, I did my best to pee. The effort proves difficult with a raging hard-on sticking straight out from my body.
Once I’m finished peeing, I re-enter the locker room to take a better look. My eyes scanned the lockers. They looked to be the original wooden lockers built so many years ago. All lockers were open, no doors. Lucky me. I saw dirty football uniforms, beat up equipment and helmets. Each player had a name plate over his locker. I stood there with my eyes closed, breathing in that classic locker room smell. If you have ever been inside a locker room, you know what I am talking about. The rubber floors, the uniforms stained by grass, dirt, and sweat. This all mixed with the musty smell of the shower rooms, which I have yet to explore. I was intoxicated in the best possible way.
Once I opened my eyes, my whole body froze in the direction of Garrett’s locker. Why his locker? There, hanging from an old metal hook attached to the right-side wall of his locker was a jockstrap. A FUCKING JOCKSTRAP! Yes, my weakness, my fetish if you can call it that, are jockstraps. My dick started squirting out copious amounts of precum. I raced over to inspect it closer. No, it wasn’t enough for me to imagine all the naked men that have stood in this room with their furry balls and sweaty dicks flopping around as they slapped each other with towels. I needed more. And his jockstrap was exactly what I needed. It didn’t matter that I had no clue who he was or what he looked like.
To satisfy my need, I picked up the jockstrap and brought it to my nose. I inhaled…no, I huffed his manly scent into my lungs. But even this wasn’t enough. I needed as much of him inside my body as I could get. So, I took things a step further and placed the inside of the cock pouch to my mouth. Yes, I licked and I sucked that material like it was my last meal. Traces of his cock were still there. I could taste his musk, his sweat, and even a hint of stale jock piss.
My eyes quickly scanned the perimeter of the room to ensure I was still alone. If anyone caught me, my ass would be grass. However, the hormones that raged through my body pushed away any fears of being caught. I look down and the front of my shorts are soaked in precum to the point it looks as if my dick had already shot a big load.
I reach for the waist band of my shorts to pull them down, but as soon as I do, I hear a noise. Fuck, I panic and quickly remove my hand. I look around but I don’t see anyone. The fear finally outweighs my hormones. I shove the jockstrap into my shorts and bolt. The noise was enough to frighten me into ending my jog early.
Locker Room Lust – Chapter One. Copyright 2025 by BJM [published as Jake Jones]. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission.
