‘Good game!’ Messi shouted at Ronaldo. He walked briskly over to him and dapped him up. Such a crispy dap.
‘Likewise!.’
‘Shall we head over to the locker rooms? I’m sure the others are getting ready for the party.’
‘You sure I can go in there? Will there be any ill will?’
‘Absolutely! No one bears any ill will. The match was a draw, after all. Let's go!’
‘Alright then.’
The pair headed over to the locker room, their foreheads and clavicles glistening with sweat in the summer heat. The pair, donned with wet clothes and an unfathomable thirst, made their way into the locker room and found all the other teammates horsing around, as usual. Several of the players were nude, swinging their jerseys and co*cks around like helicopter blades.
‘Y’all ready for the champagne!?’ someone shouted. A unanimous ‘Yeah!’ sounded through the room.
The same player who had shouted grabbed an unopened bottle of champagne and shook it with vigor. After a short time, the cork popped out, spraying champagne all over his nude, sweaty teammates. They danced and hopped about, giggling and rubbing the sticky, bubbly drink into their sweaty chest hairs.
‘Leave some for us!’ Ronaldo shouted.
Messi looked at Ronaldo, and they both understood what needed to be done. They stripped themselves of clothes quicker than both thought possible, and swung their hips side to side, slapping their dicks together like some sort of foreskinny-highfive. Messi began groping Ronaldo’s toned asscheeks, and Ronaldo rubbing his nipples, hardening in response to the sensation.
The pair walked over to where the others were drinking champagne and asked, ‘Where are the unopened bottles boys? Spray that sticky sh*t all over us!’
The team members obliged and shook another bottle, waited for the cork to pop out, and the foamy liquid sprayed all over the pair. Properly coated in champagne as all the others were, a delicious fragrance of sweaty ass and alcohol permeated the room. Cheers erupted and co*cks swung about. Truly a sight to behold in their little locker room.
Messi grabbed the bottle of champagne and drank what was left of it. Nothing had ever been so effective in slaking his thirst.
‘Alright boys! You know what needs to be done.’ Ronaldo shouted.
More cheering and shouting sounded through the room. Each player opened their locker, revealing not clothes or personal items, but astonishingly large bottles of lube and oil per person. Everyone grabbed their respective bottles and paired up. Already wet and sticky with champagne, the team members oiled themselves up and applied copious amounts of lube to their sweaty assholes.
Ronaldo and Messi found themselves paired up, as they always were, and knew exactly what was to be done.
Everyone was eager to begin. Foreplay was a word unknown to anyone here. The closest anyone ever got was slurping on each others co*cks before they began their massive f*ck sessions. Orgies of such great magnitude, prowess, and fame were always known for their professional pace.
Taking the ‘slower’ route, Messi got on his knees and began to suck off Ronaldo, slobbering all over his still glistening meat. Ronaldo’s sack slapped Messi’s chin over and over again, his meat being shoved down Messi’s throat with every back and forth movement of his head. His tongue wrapped around the thick shaft, glazing it in saliva. After a short while, this treatment became too much, and Ronaldo nutted a slow, thick, yet hydrated nut into Messi’s mouth with several pulses of his co*ck.
Messi pulled his mouth off, careful not to lose a single drop of the precious substance, and opened wide to show Ronaldo the load he was sloshing in between his teeth and all around his mouth. He swallowed and thought of the champagne from earlier. He was wrong. Ronaldo’s cum could slake his thirst better than any champagne ever could.
It was now Messi’s turn to cum. He didn’t want to wait. He got up, grabbed Ronaldo by the shoulders, turned him around, bent him over, and slapped his co*ck against his cheeks a few times. He put the tip in first, nice and slow. He quickly became impatient, however, and thrust his entire member deep into Ronaldo.
Ronaldo, in a weak tone, said to Messi, ‘Rearrange my guts, okay?’
‘Got it.’ Was the only reply Messi could muster. He was too focused on the task at hand.
In and out his co*ck went. Back and forth his hips thrust. The sound of nut sacks slapping one another and deep moans could be heard throughout the room. A sensation of pure ecstasy filled Messi, and all he wanted to do was savor it. He grabbed Ronaldo’s love handles to stabilize himself and drilled deeper into Ronaldo. He cried out in pleasure, and his asshole began to pulsate. He was going to cum from being f*cked so vigorously.
Messi thought to himself, ‘I know I like it soft, but Ronaldo here is the complete opposite. f*ck me, his ass is so tight. I can feel it clenching on me, like it's trying to grab my co*ck and not let go!’
There was not much time that passed before Messi was about to cum. Ronaldo too was on the verge of busting a fat nut. Back and forth, back and forth, wet and warm insides enveloped Messi’s co*ck. He thrust balls deep once more, and stood there, his legs shaking a little as he shot his load deep into Ronaldo’s ass.
At the same time, due to the pulsing of Messi’s co*ck deep within him, he shot a load all over the floor. Messi pulled out and as Ronaldo stood up, he watched cum squirt out of his ass and join the puddle of ji*zz he had shot on the floor.
By now almost all the team members were done f*cking. Puddles of cum and oil were spread out on the floor, some people slipping on them as they attempted to find and kiss other members.
‘You know,’ Messi said, ‘I only came once this time.’
‘Oh, believe me, I’ll return the favor next time.’ Ronaldo replied, shooting a wink at Messi.
‘I look forward to it. I want you to leave me gaping wider than I ever have before’
‘You know it.’
As everyone wiped oil, cum, and champagne off of themselves and the floor, they enjoyed the scent of the room. With co*cks throbbing and things to attend to, Ronaldo kissed Messi goodbye and bade him a good drive home. Everyone couldn't help but to turn back before they left the room, burning it into their memories and cementing it as something to remember as motivation for their next matches.
