A proper cleaning
Hunter had never understood the fuss that was being made about homos. If you had asked him, he would probably have said that he personally had nothing against them. But he also thought it was nonsense to support them either. In fact, he just didn't care. They didn't play a role in his life and it would be nice to keep it that way. That was until one day he had an eye opening experience.
Hunter played on an amateur soccer team. They were pretty good and had a lot of viewers. On that particular day, there was no official training. But Hunter felt like it, so he went down to the soccer field to kick some balls. No one else was there that day, so it didn't take long for Hunter to notice this older guy standing by the side of the field and seeming to be watching him. Hunter acting as everything would be normal for a while, but when the guy was still there after several minutes, Hunter decided to clarify the matter.
"Do you have any problem with me?" Hunter wanted to know.
"No, sir, quite the opposite," the stranger stuttered.
"Why are you watching me?"
"To tell you the truth, I'm a big fan of yours. I watch every game you play and I'm always there when you train in public. You are such a magnificent young man, sir.”
Hunter didn't know what to say at first. He eyed this guy who appeared to be his father's age and felt disgusted. Then he noticed the guy staring at his shoes.
"Why are you staring at my shoes?"
"I'm sorry sir. I noticed your shoes are pretty dirty. I wonder if I can give them a good clean with my tongue.”
Hunter couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Are you crazy? Fuck off you sick faggit!” Hunter cursed.
"Sir, please I understand that you are not amused. But you'll see I'm doing a very good job,” the fag pleaded.
Hunter laughed out loud, feeling a mixture of disgust and amusement. And curiosity. Somehow he wanted to know if this crazy homo would actually do that.
"Fine, you know what? I have a good day today. Let's go over to the locker room and show me if you mean business," Hunter said.
The fag seemed overjoyed and thanked him several times.
In the locker room, Hunter sat down on a chair and put his feet up. The old fagot immediately started digging into the dirty soccer shoes. It was such a humbling spectacle. Hunter just couldn't believe how a human being could sink so low. Fascinated by the fag's devotion to licking his shoes clean, he goaded him with insults. This only seemed to motivate the fag even more. "So this is the real face of these homos," Hunter thought to himself and grinned.
After the shoes were sparkling clean. The fag thanked him again.
"Do not celebrate too early. I'll tell you something: From now on, every time I have a game or train, you will wait in your car in the parking lot next to the sports field. In case my shoes need cleaning again and I'm kind enough to let you do it. But it may also be that you will wait in vain. Understood?"
"Yes sir, very generous of you!"
"Good. And one more very important thing. If I ever catch you watching me again, I'll beat the shit out of you! I don't want being watched by a perverted fag like you. Is that clear?!"
"Perfectly clear, sir!"
END
Jocks will always be amazed, amused, and disgusted by faggots who are willing to worship the sweat, dirt, and filth They accumulate from practice. But will They ever stop using us? No, cause we pay so damn much for this act of worship!!