This is a true story and it happened a calendar month back in January, Name of person has been changed. This will also be my first clip writing a floor so please bear with me if its got a few fault here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A minuscule about myself, im 19 eld old and 5ft5, brown skinned with grim pilus and see very bear like with a lot of hairsbreadth ( due to my hair semblance being contraband, the hair is more obvious on my brown tegument ) and im chubby.


AT THE GYM


It was nearly 2am on the 2nd of Jan and I decided to go to the gym in the metropolis centre that im a member of. This dependable affair 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 grayness jockstraps underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three other masses there, two ma'am both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his other 30s.

I went about my usual routine, put my headphones in played the music and went to treadmill then on to the cycle and then the rowing auto and lastly did a little weight training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to take the air from one end to the early etc. The hale time I noticed the two ma'am working out at one position of the gym on the steppers and the man would constantly move around the gym to a machine not immediately succeeding to mine but nearby. This seemed a little weird at initiatory but then i thought nothing of it and continued to wreak 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 elbow room to stimulate a shower and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a nice spacious area, in through the door down a little corridor into a rectangle elbow room with a long terrace in the midway down the length of the room and lockers on all the side but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another smaller rectangle room on the left with a few more lockers, down the corridor on the far decently a cascade area with person cuboidal and on the far left the toilets. I always went into the room with the few storage locker as there's hardly ever anyone there and I don't like getting changed in forepart 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 jersey I noticed the guy that I thought was following me around the gym was there in the locker way and his cabinet was just one down from mine on the left field. This was the low gear 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 tee shirt and Negroid underdrawers down to his knee joint, he had a pale skin whole step with a slight tan to his skin which made his muscles really stand out. He went and sat on the bench and drank from his bottle and now I started to feel a footling 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 socks off and with my cover still to him I pulled down my elbow grease pants and I placed them neatly in a agglomerate on the bench then I realised I was wearing a span of jock, my tush cheeks were on display, quickly turned to look 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 pile of dress and went to the imbibition fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two crapulence fountains in the changing elbow room one was in the room where the shower 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 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 cabinet was and there was the guy sitting there with my jock in his hand and his scent buried in them, optic closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really angry and wanted to force in there and peck the guy across the look, but a function of me was turned on by what I was seeing, so I silently watched him sniffing my suspensor and stroking his cock that was forming a nice collapsible shelter in his shorts.

A few minute of arc passed and I decided it was time to walk in on him and when I didn't I cleared my throat and his centre scene open, his hand fell from his face and my jocks fell to the ground. flavour of arrant shock, embarrassment and panic were over his grimace. He shot to his foot, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologia. Honestly I found that totally site a bit funny and tried to oppress my laughter. He was in a rush to collect 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 thing for jock or underclothes in cosmopolitan ?"I asked him

"Yes"little and blunt he mumbled out.

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

"I like the sense of 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 physical exercise was pretty vivid and you were sweating a fair bit"
By now he had relaxed a fiddling, he must've realised I wasn't angry at what I saw and I was curious about it. I was really matter to in why he did what he did.

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

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

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

His reaction 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 people and when the rooms empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underclothing left tail end, and occasionally take them from exposed locker, if I cant find 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 sad, I'm so sorry"he was back to panicking

"Well in that pillowcase you owe me new undies and a jockstrap"I joked trying to loosen up him

His fount 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 athlete and I admitted that I did.

We exchanged names and got to do it each early, he worked as an architect and his name was St. John the Apostle, all the while I was sporting a hard peter under my towel. He asked me if he could keep 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 people started to number into the locker room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new friend so I got dressed back into my gym apparel 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 floor, one sleeping accommodation flatcar with an open design living room and kitchen. He asked me to get well-situated and if I wanted to bear a rain shower I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got disinvest and stood there in his living room in my jocks, John returned from his bedroom with a box in his deal and placed it on the coffee berry table and noticed that I was standing there in my jocks and his oral cavity dropped blanket open. He asked me to sit on the couch with him and opened the box.

Inside the box were all the underclothes he had acquired over the calendar month, he had a pretty big collection of underwear sealed in airtight dish. He told that by sealing the grip it kept the scent fresh. He pulled out a pair that id seen before in fact they were mine the single that were taken from my locker a few months back. There were my black briefs in his right hired man and his odd hand stroking his cock through his shorts. I watched as he took my briefs and held it up to his nose and inhaled in deeply. My stopcock grew hard in my jocks 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 tree table and got down in-between my branch and brought his nozzle up to my crotch and inhaled deep, sent chills down my spine, precum was forming a spot on my jocks and he licked at the area, slowly he opened his sass and brought it down on my athletic supporter covered cock. I couldn't help but let out a long moan, the squiffy athletic supporter clung to my shaft and bathroom was not letting the step slack 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 peter pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his cock for the number one time 7 thick inches of hammer in front of me, he went down onto his knees and took my cock into his oral cavity while squeezing my ass cheeks and running his hands up and down the position of my legs. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my jockstrap and wrapped it around my cock and sucked me off into it. I cummed hard and I cummed a lot into the jockstrap. He took the cum soaked suspensor 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 human foot fetich. He picked up both of my metrical unit and brought them together and started to fellate on them, must admit it was ticklish at for the first time but I was to horny to turn away, he put his cock in between my feet which are now slick with his saliva and started to Sudanese pound them, he varied his speed, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My cock grew hard watching him. He shot his load all over my fundament and I added to it with my lode which he happily licked up clean.

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