This is a admittedly story and it happened a month back in Jan, Name of someone has been changed. This will also be my first clip writing a write up so please bear with me if its got a few mistakes here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A piffling about myself, im 19 years old and 5ft5, brown skinned with sinister haircloth and look very bear like with a lot of hair's-breadth ( due to my hair people of colour being black, the whisker is more obvious on my brown pelt ) 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 appendage of. This good thing about this gym is its open 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 grey sweatpants with a pair of light grey jock underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three other hoi polloi there, two ladies both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his other 30s.

I went about my usual routine, put my earpiece in played the music and went to treadmill then on to the cycle and then the row machine and lastly did a little weighting training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to walk from one end to the other etc. The unhurt clock time I noticed the two noblewoman working out at one English of the gym on the hoofer and the man would constantly run around the gym to a political machine not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a little Wyrd at first but then i thought nothing of it and continued to make 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 suite to induce a rain shower and get changed. I got to the changing elbow room it was a nice spacious orbit, in through the doorway down a little corridor into a rectangle room with a long bench in the middle down the duration of the room and footlocker on all the sides but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another lowly rectangle room on the left with a few more locker, down the corridor on the far right a shower area with someone cubical and on the far left the pot. I always went into the room with the fewer lockers as there's hardly ever anyone there and I don't like getting changed in front of a lot of people I don't know.

I got to my locker and took out my towel and placed in on the bench then continued to get strip, 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 elbow room and his locker was just one down from mine on the left hand. This was the beginning time I got a proper look at him he was taller than me by a few inches and was in secure flesh he was wearing a red t-shirt and sinister shorts down to his stifle, he had a pale peel step with a slight tan to his skin which made his muscularity really stand out. He went and sat on the judiciary and drank from his feeding bottle and now I started to find a petty uncomfortable. The feeling of being followed came back to me. I turned my rachis to him as to avoid eye liaison and continued to get undressed, took my flight simulator and socks off and with my backrest still to him I pulled down my sweat pants and I placed them neatly in a pile on the workbench then I realised I was wearing a duet of jockstraps, my butt buttock were on show, quickly turned to face him praying he didn't posting and saw him suddenly look away in the other direction. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the jocks off and placed them on my mound of clothes and went to the drinking fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so skittish. There were two imbibing fountains in the changing elbow room one was in the room where the shower stall were and one in the first base corridor when you enter the changing room. The one in the shower down country was closer so I went there.

I drank some weewee then headed back to my locker as I forgot my shampoo and shower gel. I walked down the corridor bare understructure, which meant I made no noise, and I got to the archway into where my locker was and there was the guy sitting there with my jocks in his hired hand and his pry buried in them, middle closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really raging and wanted to storm in there and peck the guy across the face, 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 prissy 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 shot outdoors, his handwriting fell from his case and my jocks fell to the primer coat. facial expression of concluded jar, embarrassment and terror were over his face. He shot to his feet, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologia. Honestly I found that whole situation a bit funny and tried to suppress my laughter. He was in a hurry to forgather his stuff and leave and it was obvious he was really panicking was constantly dropping thing. 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 jock or underclothing in general ?"I asked him

"Yes"short and blunt he mumbled out.

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

"I like the olfaction 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 average bit"
By now he had relaxed a footling, he must've realised I wasn't angry at what I saw and I was odd about it. I was really interested in why he did what he did.

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

"No"he replied"this is the offset clip I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the shower, so I thought I had enough time to…"he went understood

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

His response to that question got me raging but only for a few seconds.
"No I'm never in this early, I'm usually here when there's a lot of the great unwashed and when the rooms empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underwear left behind, and occasionally take them from give cabinet, if I cant obtain any give up ones."He paused for a few endorsement and then said it"a month back I stole your briefs from your storage locker, I'm really meritless, I'm so sorry"he was back to panicking

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

His face lightened up"Yes of course of instruction, I'll get you some new underclothing"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 architect and his public figure was St. John, all the while I was sporting a heavy cock under my towel. He asked me if he could restrain my suspensor and I agreed, must've been down to me being so turned on. It was now 4:30am and a few more than masses started to come into the locker elbow room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new friend so I got dressed back into my gym clothes including the suspensor and we both left the gym and he asked if I wanted to go back to his stead, he lived 10 moment from the gym.

He lived in a top floor, one sleeping accommodation flat with an overt plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to have a cascade I could, the sweaty dress were starting to cling to my tegument so I got undressed and stood there in his support room in my jocks, toilet returned from his bedchamber with a box in his hired man and placed it on the coffee table and noticed that I was standing there in my athletic supporter and his mouthpiece dropped encompassing open. He asked me to sit on the sofa with him and opened the box.

Inside the box were all the underclothes he had acquired over the months, he had a pretty big collection of underwear sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the bags it kept the smell invigorated. He pulled out a pair that id seen before in fact they were mine the unity that were taken from my storage locker a few months back. There were my Shirley Temple Jockey shorts in his right deal and his forget handwriting stroking his cock through his short pants. I watched as he took my briefs and held it up to his nose and inhaled in deeply. My peter grew hard in my jocks as I watched his every action.

I took his hand and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the coffee table and got down in-between my peg and brought his nose up to my private parts and inhaled deep, sent chill down my spikelet, precum was forming a speckle on my supporter and he licked at the region, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my jock covered shaft. I couldn't help but let out a yearn groan, the soaked suspensor clung to my calamus and John was not letting the pace slow down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and pulled my jocks down and now there I was naked in figurehead of him, with my cock pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his cock for the first sentence 7 thick inches of cock in strawman of me, he went down onto his articulatio genus and took my cock into his mouth while squeezing my ass nerve and running his hands up and down the sides of my stage. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my athlete and wrapped it around my cock and sucked me off into it. I cummed difficult and I cummed a lot into the jock. 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 John then, he had a foot fetish. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to suck on them, must accommodate it was delicate at first but I was to horny to refuse, he put his cock in between my feet which are now slip with his saliva and started to pound them, he varied his speed, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My stopcock grew severely watching him. He shot his incumbrance all over my understructure and I added to it with my load which he happily licked up clean.

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