It’s another day at Notre Dame High School in Sherman Oaks. Today, volleyball practice was outside on the track. Henry’s coach wanted the boys to get a good run in. Various sports practiced out on the field: lacrosse, track, tennis practicing across the grounds, and students just hanging around for fun.

“Fuck that workout sucked,” Henry complained to his friend Charlie, collapsing down onto the field after finishing a rep, running a hand through his sweaty hair. His legs felt tight from the run, which definitely wasn’t good. He groaned as lied on his back, staring at the sky. With a huge, dramatic groan, he grabbed a foam roller, placing it under his hamstrings. It hurt. He held himself up with his arms, his muscles flexing as he rolled himself back and forth over the roller, wincing as he watched the other sports teams practice.

“Damn dude are you okay?” Charlie laughed, slapping his back.

“OW” Henry exclaimed, pushing his friend back into the turf. “Have to roll out my quads anyway” He sighed, turning over onto his stomach, placing the roller underneath his quad. Rolling out quads always looked suspicious…he rocked his hips against the ground as he rolled himself back and forth over it, hissing in pain as he got the tightness out, his shorts riding up over his toned thighs as he did so. “Oh shit,” he huffed.

You were also at a sports practice. Tired from your workout, hands on your knees as you desperately tried to catch your breath. Of course, Henry decided to look up at the wrong time, making direct eye contact with you as he unintentionally humped the turf.

“Don’t mind him he’s impregnating the ground,” Charlie snorted, causing Henry to flush and immediately sit up on my knees.

“No I’m not I’m just rolling out my quad…sorry?” Henry told you, his tanned cheeks flushed as Charlie walked away.