What really happens in locker rooms? [FM]

The other day, I was reading a post of gonewildstories, that *supposedly* told the story of a girl, using the man’s locker room. And I say supposedly because it didn’t sound real at all.

So I thought I could share my story. When I was 20, I played in a male hockey team. Why? I was studying in a university in a remote area and because there I was the only girl really interested in hockey, I got an exception and was allowed to join the male team.

There were really three types of locker rooms experience:

1. The arena had more than *two* locker rooms. In that case, I would have one all for myself. I would dress, shower and I would be allowed in the male’s locker room just before the game to hear the coach’s speech and after everybody had showered and dressed to participate to the debrief. It’s roughly 20% of the arena I’ve played in.
2. I would have to share the same locker room as my team. But showers were individually divided. That meant no nudity (and sexist jokes) were allowed. *(The coach was really strict about it!)* It’s roughly 30% of the arena I’ve played in.
3. I would have to share the same locker room as my team. But it only had one communal shower, with no divider. Again. No nudity. That would mean that the guys would have to shower in boxers. And I would shower in my sport’s bra/shorts. And people would swap clothes in the bathrooms.

And to be honest. It never felt weird. My teammates, the coach and his assistant were really respectful to me.

But… This is gonewildstories. You’re probably thinking: “Is there any *wild* and raunchy stories that ever happened in those two years?” Well… Yes! But not in the locker rooms… in *hotel rooms*!

Our college had a policy. If we had to drive more than four hours, we would sleep overnight before doing the trip back home.

The coach was really lax and only set three very basic rules: No alcohol, no drugs and no complains. The other thing is that while four guys had to share a room… I had a room all for myself. And there was that guy on the team, Jeff, that was particularly cute. He had a girlfriend, but I didn’t mind. So, usually, the 2–3 first hours after we check in at the hotel, people would hang out, talk, play games, etc. We would quietly go to my room and fool around. And he would go back to his room to sleep with his roommates.

And, of course, it became a regular thing every time we would be sleeping in hotels. One day, he actually asked me if I would be down to have a threesome. *(And before you ask, the other girl he was thinking about was not his girlfriend!)*. Instead of plainly saying no (because I’m absolutely not attracted to girls, not even a little), I just answered him: “If we do a threesome, you, another guy, plus me, **first**. I’m down.” That turned him off on the spot…

But a month later, as we’re playing in a remote area again, he showed up to my room… with Patrick, the goalie. Just seeing them smile, I knew what was going happens. We talked briefly, set a few rules. And we did it.

I kneeled in front of them. They took turns as I was blowing their cocks. We all undressed, they gave me a nice massage. They took turns to fuck me, to finally spit roast me until I had an orgasm. And I let them come on my face.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b3hudd/what_really_happens_in_locker_rooms_fm