Dan - Create Your Own Adventure 2024 - Part Six (Patreon)

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“I can explain,” Dan said holding his hands up in peace but quickly putting them back over his crotch.

The guy crossed his arms. “What possible excuse could you have for stealing someone’s gym shorts? What are you? Some sort of pervert?”

Dan shook his head. “No, not at all. It’s just . . .”

“Take those shorts off right this second.”

Dan couldn’t believe it. He thought he’d done so well to get this far without being caught, and now, just as he was waiting for his clothes, the guy had found him and was demanding his shorts back. There was no way that Dan could strip the shorts off in front of the reception desk.

“Please can you wait a couple of minutes? The receptionist is just getting my . . .”

“Are you fucking deaf?” the guy screamed at him. “Give me my fucking shorts back.”

Before Dan could protest, the guy closed the distance between them and grabbed the waistband of the shorts as if to tug them down.

“Please, stop! Just wait a minute,” Dan pleaded. “I just need to get my clothes back.”

“Fuck your clothes. I want my damn shorts back.”

As the guy tugged at the waistband of the shorts and Dan held on to them, the soft silky material rubbed back and forth against Dan’s already semi-erect dick, and quickly brought it to a full on hard on.

Dan mentally pleaded that the guy didn’t notice his hard cock, but it was only a matter of seconds before the guy brushed his hand against the throbbing length in the shorts.

“What the fuck? You are a pervert. You’ve got a fucking hard on in my shorts.”

Dan shook his head more violently. “I’m really not. I promise I can explain. Just let me get my clothes and I . . .”

“I won’t report you if you get those shorts off right this second.”

“I’ll take them off in just a minute, I just need my . . .”

The guy’s patience had finally worn out and he grabbed the bottom of the shorts and yanked them as hard as he could. Had the shorts not been so tight on Dan, and had Dan not been holding on to the waistband with a death grip, then the shorts might have been yanked to Dan’s knees.

However, the overstressed material shredded down the outer thigh seams and with a loud rip and a pop, the shorts were torn clean off of Dan’s body, his cock springing free and the guy stumbling back with the remnants of his shorts in his hands.

“You owe me a new pair of shorts,” the guy yelled at Dan. “I want your name and your membership number. This won’t stand.”

“What’s going on here?”

Dan blushed profusely as the receptionist returned with his stuff, looking thoroughly shocked to see a butt naked Dan desperately trying to cover his crotch, whilst another guy stood holding the shredded remnants of his shorts.

“This pervert stole my shorts! I want him dealt with,” the guy yelled, turning to face the man at reception.

“No! It wasn’t like that at all,” Dan protested. “Can I just have my clothes please?”

The receptionist made no attempt to hand over Dan’s bag. “I suggest you start explaining quickly. We have a zero-tolerance policy in this establishment for theft.”

“My swim trunks ripped off in the pool and then my towel got stuck in the door. When I got to the locker room, my clothes were gone. I needed something to cover up with, so I borrowed this guy’s shorts to come to reception. I was hoping I’d have them back before he even noticed.”

As Dan relived his morning, his cock began to leak precum against his hands.

The two men burst out laughing.

“That’s quite the morning,” the receptionist said. “Will you agree to pay for this man’s shorts?”

Dan nodded, blushing even more at the laughter. “Yes, anything. Just give me my clothes.”

The receptionist handed Dan his bag and Dan bolted for the changing rooms, desperate to no longer be naked. His cock bounced against his bag as he ran, and he was more than ready to blow his load by the time he reached the safety of the locker room.

“Here’s my details,” the guy with the shorts said coming in behind Dan with a piece of paper. “I look forward to receiving the funds, and stay away from my stuff in future, tubby.”

Tubby? Dan was stunned. No wonder had ever called him tubby in his life.

Trying to ignore the guy watching him, Dan pulled on his stretched briefs, his jeans, and his sweatshirt. His cock still tented his jeans, but he was past caring. He needed to get out of the gym.

But where did he go next?