The locker room was a symphony of post-game chaos. The musky scent of sweat and the sound of laughter filled the air as I pushed through the door, taking in the scene before me. In the center of it all was Robbie, the star of the team, surrounded by his teammates as they forced protein bars and Gatorade down his throat.
He took it all in stride, joking and teasing his teammates in return. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his shorts as he sat back, satisfied and bloated from his post-game meal. I approached him, a smirk playing on my lips.
"Looks like you've got quite the delicious spread there, Robbie," I said, reaching out to fondle his flat chest. He let out a playful insult, but I could see the heat in his eyes.
I worshipped his bloated gut, running my hands over the firm mound. Leaning in, I whispered dirty thoughts in his ear, earning a smirk from him. I took advantage of his post-game exhaustion, bending him over a bench. His shorts were down in an instant, revealing his firm, toned ass.
I teased him with a finger, sliding it between his cheeks. He moaned with pleasure as I entered him from behind. I pumped in and out, matching the rhythm of his heavy breathing. Reaching around, I played with his nipples, earning another playful insult.
I increased my pace, bringing both of us closer to the edge. We finished together, collapsing onto the bench in a heap of sweat and satisfaction. I heard Robbie's final playful insult as we caught our breath.
Leaving the locker room, I couldn't help but plan our next encounter. These post-game protein pushes were becoming our little tradition, and I couldn't wait for the next one.
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