David: I wanted to base this clip on a true story, about why I hate the gym and why I believe that sports are infinitely superior to going to the gym. At one point in my life I wanted to give the gym a try, but a series of incidents with my underwear in the showers made me give it up, since in a period of one month my underwear disappeared 3 times after going to the showers, which What's worse is that nothing even disappeared from my bag, my clean clothes were always intact, they only took the boxers I had just trained in, at that time I thought it was some kind of joke by apes with excess testosterone who envy me for being much prettier than them despite being thinner, but with my current knowledge of fetishes, I'm sure whoever stole it wasn't as a joke but rather as something sexual. If I could go back in time with my current knowledge of this type of taste ... well, this clip is exactly what I would have done with that guy who stole my underwear.
Long live football, at least there my dirty underwear never disappears.
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I was leaving the gym with Nate, I haven't been at this for more than a month and I only attend because Nate insists on inviting me, for me the gym is something silly, people have always loved me without needing to have big muscles, I think the gim is for insecure people who think that with huge muscles people will admire them more or they will be more popular with girls or whatever they like, but that is not the case, people, men and women many times They prioritize a nice, smooth face over a mass of muscles, that's why all my life I have preferred group sports, they are more fun, but hey, here I am training with Nate, but there is something that makes me hate the gym even more, Even more so than the tightness I feel after training and the fact that this is the third time my underwear has disappeared in the locker rooms, at first I thought it was just a joke even from Nate, but this time I'm sure I saw a guy searching in my bag, He took a quick sniff of my boxers while no one was looking and hid them in his backpack and quickly left. I told Nate to hurry up because I needed to follow someone, but my idiot friend insisted on looking in the mirror to see how much his muscles had grown and he didn't. He stopped taking photos and stories for Instagram to make everyone knows that he is training. Well ... another lost underwear I thought. This is the last one, also why would someone want my ... oh I get it, dirty faggot, he's probably taking my clothes to smell them at home and think that he has my sweaty balls all over his face after an hour of doing cardio, what an idiot, At least he could buy it from me, but no, he prefers to steal it. I just hope to get my hands on that asshole one of this days.
Well, life gives you surprises, life gives you surprises, on the way home I see from afar a boy who looks like the one who stole my clothes, but I'm not so sure, I'm somewhat shortsighted, that's the problem with having beautiful green eyes, they are very delicate against the sun.
I explain to Nate that I think he's the guy who's been stealing my clothes and just did it again today, if I could just catch him I could check him out, confront him and teach him a lesson, Nate likes the idea and we run after the idiot, he notices our pursuit and starts running, but we are faster, obviously, we are straight guys, there is no pain inside our asses that prevents us from running faster.
The guy tries to escape by cutting his way through the square, he even throws a jar of protein or I don't know what that garbage is or what it's for, but we manage to attack and subdue him. The boy tries to act as if we were robbing him, but the only thief here is him and I could see it from the moment we opened his backpack, there they were, my sweaty boxers, and a bunch of other underwear possibly from other men at the gym.
That being more despicable deserves a lesson (This is what I would have done if he had really caught that guy in real life).
Since I realized that he only steals underwear, he's probably a generic gay who only likes the smell of balls and dick, but I'll give him something more than the smell of balls, I'll show him that vermin like him only have one place. Under my feet and well maybe under my ass or well, our asses, since everything mine belongs to my friends like that.
We took the thief bitch home and tied his hands and feet, it's very clear what we're going to do with him, give him a dose of something he doesn't like until he ends up liking it, there's no better way to lobotomize a homosexual than using the aroma of your sweaty feet and your cock, but as quality masters we do not let anyone taste our cock without first serving our feet with dignity as they should, anyone who wants Davidcock or Natecock must first eat feet, it is the rule of the house and it will be respected today, tomorrow and always...
