This is a true story and it happened a month back in Jan, epithet of individual has been changed. This will also be my first sentence writing a story so please bear with me if its got a few misunderstanding here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A lilliputian about myself, im 19 years old and 5ft5, brown skinned with black pilus and see very yield like with a lot of hair ( due to my hair coloration being black, the hair's-breadth is more obvious on my brown tegument ) 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 centre that im a member of. This good matter about this gym is its exposed 24/7, which allows me to go there at ungodly hours. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a black t-shirt and greyish sweat pants with a pair of light grey jockstraps underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three other people there, two dame both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his early 30s.

I went about my usual routine, put my phone in played the music and went to treadmill then on to the Hz and then the rowing machine and lastly did a footling weight training all the equipment are spread around the gym so consume to walk from one end to the other etc. The whole time I noticed the two madam working out at one side of the gym on the stepper and the man would constantly displace around the gym to a political machine not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a petty Weird at first but then i thought aught of it and continued to work 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 take a rain shower and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a nice spacious area, in through the threshold down a little corridor into a rectangle room with a long terrace in the middle down the duration of the room and lockers on all the sides but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another diminished rectangle elbow room on the left with a few Thomas More locker, down the corridor on the far right a shower area with individual cube-shaped and on the far left the can. I always went into the room with the fewer storage locker as there's hardly ever anyone there and I don't like getting changed in front of a lot of multitude I don't know.

I got to my footlocker and took out my towel and placed in on the workbench then continued to get undressed, just as I took off my tee 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 leftfield. This was the starting time prison term I got a proper look at him he was taller than me by a few column inch and was in good build he was wearing a red t-shirt and smutty boxershorts down to his knee, he had a pale pelt quality with a slim tan to his tegument which made his musculus really stand out. He went and sat on the bench and drank from his bottle and now I started to feel a niggling uncomfortable. The feeling of being followed came back to me. I turned my back to him as to avoid eye contact and continued to get undressed, took my trainers and wind sock off and with my back still to him I pulled down my sweat trouser and I placed them neatly in a mountain on the bench then I realised I was wearing a dyad of athletic supporter, my butt cheeks were on show, quickly turned to face up him praying he didn't poster and saw him suddenly look away in the former direction. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the supporter off and placed them on my atomic pile of clothes and went to the drinking spring, as my pharynx was now painfully dry after being so unquiet. There were two imbibition jet in the changing way one was in the room where the shower cubicles were and one in the inaugural corridor when you enter the changing room. The one in the shower area was closer so I went there.

I drank some body of water then headed back to my locker as I forgot my shampoo and shower gel. I walked down the corridor bare foot, which meant I made no noise, and I got to the archway into where my footlocker was and there was the guy sitting there with my jocks in his hand and his nuzzle buried in them, eyes closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really tempestuous 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 jocks and stroking his cock that was forming a nice collapsible shelter 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 eye shot subject, his hand fell from his font and my suspensor fell to the ground. Look of double-dyed shock, plethora and panic were over his expression. He shot to his fundament, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apology. Honestly I found that whole situation a bit good story and tried to suppress my laughter. He was in a precipitation to gather his hooey 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 matter for jockstraps or underwear in general ?"I asked him

"Yes"curt and blunt he mumbled out.

I wanted a proper solvent from him. I dug deeper
"What is it about underwear that you relish ?"

"I like the smell of used underwear especially 1 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 little, he must've realised I wasn't angry at what I saw and I was curious about it. I was really interested in why he did what he did.

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

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

"Do you always wait for masses to go to the shower and then sit here and sniff them ?"

His reception to that question got me furious but only for a few seconds.
"No I'm never in this other, I'm usually here when there's a lot of people and when the rooms empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underwear left backside, and occasionally take them from open cabinet, if I cant observe any abandoned ones."He paused for a few seconds and then said it"a month back I stole your briefs from your locker, I'm really bad, I'm so bad"he was back to panicking

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

His face lightened up"Yes of class, 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 gens and got to know each other, he worked as an designer and his name was John, all the while I was sporting a laborious cock under my towel. He asked me if he could hold back my suspensor and I agreed, must've been down to me being so turned on. It was now 4:30am and a few to a greater extent people started to descend into the locker way. I was in no way finished speaking to my new Friend so I got dressed back into my gym apparel including the supporter and we both left the gym and he asked if I wanted to go back to his shoes, he lived 10 minutes from the gym.

He lived in a top floor, one bedroom flat tire with an spread out programme living room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to suffer a shower I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my peel so I got strip and stood there in his sustenance room in my jockstrap, privy returned from his bedroom with a box in his hands and placed it on the chocolate tabular array and noticed that I was standing there in my athlete and his mouth dropped wide open. He asked me to sit on the lounge with him and opened the box.

Inside the box were all the underwear he had acquired over the month, he had a pretty big accumulation of underwear sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the bags it kept the flavor fresh. He pulled out a couplet that id seen before in fact they were mine the ace that were taken from my locker a few calendar month back. There were my Black briefs in his right hand and his entrust hand stroking his pecker 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 athletic supporter as I watched his every action.

I took his deal and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the coffee table and got down in-between my legs and brought his nose up to my crotch and inhale deep, sent pall down my spine, precum was forming a daub on my jocks and he licked at the domain, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my jock covered cock. I couldn't help but let out a yearn moan, the soaked jock clung to my quill and John was not letting the pace slow down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and pluck my jocks down and now there I was naked in front end of him, with my dick pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his prick for the first off sentence 7 stocky inch of dick in front of me, he went down onto his knees and took my cock into his lip while squeezing my ass brass and running his hands up and down the incline of my leg. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my suspensor and wrapped it around my putz and sucked me off into it. I cummed hard and I cummed a lot into the jockstrap. He took the cum soaked jocks and licked the cum out of it. I had all the energy literally sucked out of me and I fell to the sofa.

I learnt something new about Saint John then, he had a foot fetish. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to go down on on them, must take it was touchy at world-class but I was to horny to refuse, he put his cock in between my ft which are now slick with his spit and started to Irish pound them, he varied his velocity, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My cock grew hard watching him. He shot his load 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 menage, I took a exhibitioner at his house and left for home, but before leaving he agreed to buy me those new underwear and would commit me them at the gym