This is a true tarradiddle and it happened a month back in Jan, Name of someone has been changed. This will also be my low gear time writing a fib so please bear with me if its got a few error here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A small about myself, im 19 year old and 5ft5, brown skinned with pitch blackness hair and look very acquit like with a lot of haircloth ( due to my haircloth gloss being inkiness, the hair is more obvious on my embrown skin ) and im chubby.


AT THE GYM


It was nearly 2am on the 2nd of January and I decided to go to the gym in the city nub that im a extremity of. This practiced thing about this gym is its afford 24/7, which allows me to go there at sinful hour. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a disastrous t-shirt and hoary sweat pants with a pair of light grey supporter underneath and then went down to the gym story and saw that there were only three early masses there, two dame both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his early 30s.

I went about my usual subroutine, put my headphone in played the music and went to treadmill then on to the cycle and then the rowing political machine and lastly did a minuscule weighting training all the equipment are spread around the gym so take to walk from one end to the other etc. The solid fourth dimension I noticed the two ma'am working out at one side of the gym on the high stepper and the man would constantly move around the gym to a automobile not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a footling weird at first but then i thought cipher of it and continued to cultivate out listening to my music.

At 3:45am I decided that I had worked out enough for the day so went upstairs to the changing rooms to have a shower and get changed. I got to the changing elbow room it was a nice spacious orbit, in through the doors down a little corridor into a rectangle room with a long bench in the centre down the length of the room and storage locker on all the sides but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another small rectangle room on the left with a few Thomas More locker, down the corridor on the far ripe a shower orbit with individual cubical and on the far left the toilets. I always went into the room with the few lockers as there's hardly ever anyone there and I don't like getting changed in front of a lot of the great unwashed I don't know.

I got to my locker and took out my towel and placed in on the bench then continued to get undressed, just as I took off my t-shirt I noticed the guy that I thought was following me around the gym was there in the locker room and his locker was just one down from mine on the left. This was the first time I got a proper look at him he was taller than me by a few inches and was in good build he was wearing a red t-shirt and opprobrious shorts down to his stifle, he had a blench hide tint with a slight tan to his skin which made his sinew really stand out. He went and sat on the bench and drank from his nursing bottle and now I started to sense a little uncomfortable. The look of being followed came back to me. I turned my back to him as to avert eye liaison and continued to get undressed, took my trainer and socks off and with my back still to him I pulled down my sweat pants and I placed them neatly in a pile on the bench then I realised I was wearing a distich of jockstrap, my posterior face were on display, quickly turned to front him praying he didn't observation and saw him suddenly look away in the early commission. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the jockstrap off and placed them on my deal of wearing apparel and went to the drink fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two imbibing outpouring in the changing room one was in the room where the exhibitor cubicles were and one in the world-class corridor when you enter the changing room. The one in the shower orbit was closer so I went there.

I drank some water then headed back to my cabinet as I forgot my shampoo and shower gel. I walked down the corridor bare foot, which meant I made no randomness, and I got to the archway into where my locker was and there was the guy sitting there with my jocks in his hand and his scent buried in them, oculus closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really angry and wanted to storm in there and smack the guy across the look, but a part of me was turned on by what I was seeing, so I silently watched him sniffing my athlete and stroking his cock that was forming a dainty tent in his shorts.

A few minutes passed and I decided it was time to walk in on him and when I didn't I cleared my throat and his centre shooting exposed, his hand fell from his face and my athletic supporter fell to the background. feel of complete electrical shock, superfluity and panic were over his face. He shot to his feet, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologies. Honestly I found that totally billet a bit funny and tried to suppress my laugh. He was in a hurry to gather his poppycock and leave and it was obvious he was really panicking was constantly dropping things. I was still turned on from what I had seen, my tent very visible with the towel wrapped around my waist.

"Do you have a thing for jockstraps or underwear in general ?"I asked him

"Yes"shortstop and blunt he mumbled out.

I wanted a proper resolution from him. I dug cryptical
"What is it about underwear that you enjoy ?"

"I like the smell of used underwear especially ones after a sweaty workout."He mumbled out as if he was disgusted at what he does"I noticed your workout was pretty intense and you were sweating a fair bit"
By now he had relaxed a piffling, he must've realised I wasn't angry at what I saw and I was rum about it. I was really interested in why he did what he did.

"Have you ever been caught sniffing underwear here before ?"

"No"he replied"this is the first time I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the rain shower, so I thought I had adequate time to…"he went soundless

"Do you always wait for mass to go to the cascade and then sit here and sniffle them ?"

His response to that question got me angry but only for a few seconds.
"No I'm never in this former, I'm usually here when there's a lot of mass and when the rooms empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underwear left behind, and occasionally take them from open storage locker, if I cant find any desert ones."He paused for a few secondment and then said it"a month back I stole your Jockey shorts from your locker, I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry"he was back to panicking

"well in that character you owe me new undies and a jockstrap"I joked trying to relax him

His typeface lightened up"Yes of course, I'll get you some new underwear"He then asked me if I got turned on from seeing him sniffing my jocks and I admitted that I did.

We exchanged names and got to know each other, he worked as an designer and his name was John, all the while I was sporting a hard stopcock under my towel. He asked me if he could continue my athletic supporter and I agreed, must've been down to me being so turned on. It was now 4:30am and a few more the great unwashed started to number into the footlocker way. I was in no way finished speaking to my new acquaintance so I got dressed back into my gym clothes including the jockstrap and we both left the gym and he asked if I wanted to go back to his place, he lived 10 minutes from the gym.

He lived in a top level, one chamber flat tire with an open design living room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to have a lavish I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got undressed and stood there in his living room in my jocks, St. John the Apostle returned from his bedroom with a box in his hands and placed it on the coffee mesa and noticed that I was standing there in my supporter and his backtalk dropped full open. He asked me to sit on the couch with him and opened the box.

Inside the box were all the underwear he had acquired over the calendar month, he had a pretty big collection of underclothing sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the handbag it kept the smell new. He pulled out a twain that id seen before in fact they were mine the single that were taken from my locker a few month back. There were my Joseph Black brief in his right hand and his left script stroking his dick through his shorts. I watched as he took my legal brief and held it up to his nose and inhaled in deeply. My prick grew hard in my jocks as I watched his every action.

I took his manus and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the burnt umber table and got down in-between my legs and brought his nose up to my crotch and inhaled oceanic abyss, sent chills down my vertebral column, precum was forming a spot on my supporter and he licked at the area, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my jockstrap covered cock. I couldn't help but let out a long moan, the stiff jock clung to my shaft and John was not letting the pace retard down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and draw in my supporter down and now there I was naked in front of him, with my cock pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his cock for the initiative time 7 thick inches of cock in front line of me, he went down onto his knees and took my cock into his oral cavity while squeezing my ass nerve and running his hands up and down the sides of my legs. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my jocks and wrapped it around my cock and sucked me off into it. I cummed hard and I cummed a lot into the jock. He took the cum soaked jockstrap and licked the cum out of it. I had all the vigor literally sucked out of me and I fell to the sofa.

I learnt something new about Saint John the Apostle then, he had a foundation fetish. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to suck on them, must take on it was ticklish at first but I was to horny to refuse, he put his cock in between my feet which are now slick with his saliva and started to pound them, he varied his amphetamine, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My cock grew strong watching him. He shot his burden all over my feet and I added to it with my load which he happily licked up clean.

It was now 8am and I really had to get abode, I took a shower at his house and left for home, but before leaving he agreed to buy me those new underclothing and would give me them at the gym