There he was, changing in the boys locker room after a late practice for the wrestling team. His body was lightly colored and his head messed with brown waves. He was one of the strongest wrestlers on the team but his strength came with a small price. A small bulge underneath his chest could be easily seen against the nice tone of the rest of his body. A though slightly bothered by it, he tended not to care too much about it.
In nothing but his light lavender boxers now, he heard a door close not that far from him. Walking in was his coach, who spotted the boy and changed his direction towards him. "Staying late again, Justin?"
"Sure am, Coach. We have that big tournament coming up in three weeks."
"Ah. Training the ol' gut I see, too." Coach joked, placing his hand Justin's pudge gently and giving it a slight jiggle. The sensation of his stomach being touched made Justin's genitals twitch as he let out a small chuckle.
"Yup, it's still there after all of this training."
"Well, don't worry about it. We need your strength, not your appearance. No offense."
'None taken."
"In my opinion, a gut suits a man, especially one like you."
Justin, now slightly blushing, replied, "Well, glad you like it."
Coach laughed. "Well, you best get going, I have to lock up soon. "
"Alright, Coach." Justin replied while pulling his his jeans. Coach walked out of the locker room waving good-bye at Justin. Justin looked down at his small pudge. He shook his head and threw on his sweater and slamed the locker shut. He was on his way home now.
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