This is a dead on target report and it happened a month back in January, figure of mortal has been changed. This will also be my number 1 clip writing a story so please bear with me if its got a few mistakes here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A footling about myself, im 19 long time old and 5ft5, brown skinned with black pilus and look very have like with a lot of pilus ( due to my tomentum colour being shameful, the tomentum is more obvious on my brown cutis ) 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 urban center pith that im a phallus of. This good thing about this gym is its heart-to-heart 24/7, which allows me to go there at iniquitous hours. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a black t-shirt and grayness sweat pants with a twosome of light Second Earl Grey jockstraps underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three other multitude there, two ladies both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his early 30s.

I went about my usual routine, put my earphone in played the music and went to treadmill then on to the cycle and then the rowing machine and lastly did a picayune angle training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to walk from one end to the early etc. The whole time I noticed the two ladies working out at one side of the gym on the steppers and the man would constantly move around the gym to a machine not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a little Wyrd at low but then i thought cypher of it and continued to bring 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 cascade and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a skillful broad area, in through the doors down a piffling corridor into a rectangle room with a longsighted judiciary in the middle down the length of the room and footlocker on all the side but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another smaller rectangle elbow room on the left with a few Thomas More locker, down the corridor on the far right field a shower area with individual cubical and on the far left the lav. I always went into the way with the fewer cabinet 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 unattired, 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 storage locker was just one down from mine on the left hand. This was the first time I got a proper facial expression at him he was taller than me by a few inches and was in good physical body he was wearing a red t-shirt and smuggled shorts down to his human knee, he had a pale skin tone with a slight tan to his tegument which made his brawniness really stand out. He went and sat on the work bench and drank from his nursing bottle and now I started to feel a little uncomfortable. The feeling of being followed came back to me. I turned my backrest to him as to avoid eye contact and continued to get undressed, took my trainers and socks off and with my dorsum still to him I pulled down my sweat pants and I placed them neatly in a megabucks on the terrace then I realised I was wearing a twain of jockstrap, my butt end cheeks were on appearance, quickly turned to confront him praying he didn't observance and saw him suddenly look away in the early direction. I wrapped my towel around my waistline and pulled the suspensor off and placed them on my pile of clothes and went to the drunkenness fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so uneasy. There were two drinking fountains in the changing room one was in the room where the cascade cubicle were and one in the first corridor when you enter the changing room. The one in the shower area was closer so I went there.

I drank some water then headed back to my locker as I forgot my shampoo and rain shower gel. I walked down the corridor mere foot, 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 suspensor in his hand and his nozzle buried in them, eyes closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really furious and wanted to storm in there and peck 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 putz that was forming a dainty tent in his shorts.

A few minutes passed and I decided it was metre to walk in on him and when I didn't I cleared my throat and his eyes nip open, his hand fell from his face and my jocks fell to the basis. Look of complete blow, embarrassment and panic were over his face. He shot to his foot, 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 laugh. He was in a haste to gather his stuff 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 athletic supporter or underclothes 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 underclothes that you savor ?"

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

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

"No"he replied"this is the first clip I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the shower bath, so I thought I had enough metre to…"he went unsounded

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

His reply to that dubiousness got me wild but only for a few seconds.
"No I'm never in this early, 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 acquire them from open lockers, if I cant find any desert ones."He paused for a few sec and then said it"a month back I stole your briefs from your locker, I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry"he was back to panicking

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

His side 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 name calling and got to know each other, he worked as an architect and his name was St. John the Apostle, all the while I was sporting a grueling cock under my towel. He asked me if he could keep my supporter 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 come into the locker way. I was in no way finished speaking to my new friend 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 bedroom flat with an surface plan living elbow room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to have a cascade I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got disinvest and stood there in his support room in my athlete, John returned from his chamber with a box in his manpower and placed it on the coffee board and noticed that I was standing there in my suspensor and his mouth dropped broad undefended. 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 underclothes sealed in airtight travelling bag. He told that by sealing the bags it kept the olfactory property clean. He pulled out a duet that id seen before in fact they were mine the ones that were taken from my locker a few month back. There were my dim briefs in his right handwriting and his left mitt stroking his cock through his shorts. I watched as he took my Jockey shorts and held it up to his nose and inhaled in deeply. My cock grew hard in my jocks as I watched his every action.

I took his hired man and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the coffee berry board and got down in-between my legs and brought his nose up to my genital organ and inhaled deep, sent chills down my spine, precum was forming a post on my jocks and he licked at the area, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my athletic supporter covered cock. I couldn't help but let out a hanker moan, the soaked jock clung to my shaft and privy was not letting the pace slow down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and pulled my athletic supporter down and now there I was naked in front of him, with my rooster pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his tool for the first metre 7 duncical inches of hammer in straw man of me, he went down onto his articulatio genus and took my cock into his mouth while squeezing my ass boldness and running his men up and down the sides of my peg. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my suspensor and wrapped it around my prick and sucked me off into it. I cummed strong 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 muscularity literally sucked out of me and I fell to the sofa.

I learnt something new about St. John the Apostle then, he had a foot fetish. He picked up both of my base and brought them together and started to absorb on them, must admit it was ticklish at showtime but I was to horny to refuse, he put his cock in between my feet which are now pat with his spittle and started to lb them, he varied his speed, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My stopcock grew hard watching him. He shot his warhead 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 habitation, I took a exhibitioner at his firm and left for home base, but before leaving he agreed to buy me those new underwear and would turn over me them at the gym