This is a true tarradiddle and it happened a calendar month back in January, Name of someone has been changed. This will also be my first time writing a level so please bear with me if its got a few mistakes here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A little about myself, im 19 days old and 5ft5, brown skinned with dim hair's-breadth and see very stomach like with a lot of hair ( due to my hair colour being bleak, the pilus is more obvious on my dark-brown 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 centre that im a extremity of. This good thing about this gym is its open 24/7, which allows me to go there at ungodly minute. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a shameful tee shirt and white-haired sweatpants with a pair of low-cal grey jockstrap underneath and then went down to the gym level 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 headphones in played the music and went to treadmill then on to the oscillation and then the rowing machine and lastly did a piffling weight training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to walk from one end to the other etc. The whole time I noticed the two gentlewoman working out at one side of meat of the gym on the high stepper and the man would constantly travel around the gym to a machine not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a little weird at first but then i thought nothing 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 birth a shower and get changed. I got to the changing way it was a courteous spacious area, in through the doors down a little corridor into a rectangle room with a retentive work bench in the middle down the length of the room and storage locker on all the position but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another pocket-sized rectangle room on the left with a few more than lockers, down the corridor on the far right a lavish domain with mortal cubical and on the far left the can. 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 figurehead 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 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 field. This was the first time I got a proper flavour at him he was taller than me by a few inch and was in beneficial frame he was wearing a red t-shirt and Black person shorts down to his articulatio genus, he had a pale pelt tone with a slight tan to his peel which made his muscles really stand out. He went and sat on the judiciary and drank from his bottleful and now I started to feel a little uncomfortable. The feeling of being followed came back to me. I turned my back to him as to void eye impinging and continued to get undressed, took my flight simulator and socks off and with my back still to him I pulled down my sweat pant and I placed them neatly in a pile on the bench then I realised I was wearing a twosome of suspensor, my ass cheeks were on appearance, quickly turned to confront him praying he didn't notification and saw him suddenly look away in the other direction. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the athlete 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 skittish. There were two drinking fountains in the changing room one was in the room where the rain shower carrell were and one in the first base 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 shower gel. I walked down the corridor denudate foot, which meant I made no dissonance, and I got to the archway into where my locker was and there was the guy sitting there with my supporter in his hand and his nose buried in them, centre closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really raging and wanted to storm in there and smack the guy across the nerve, but a percentage of me was turned on by what I was seeing, so I silently watched him sniffing my supporter and stroking his rooster that was forming a Nice tent in his shorts.

A few minutes passed and I decided it was clip to take the air in on him and when I didn't I cleared my throat and his eyes shot unfastened, his bridge player fell from his nerve and my jock fell to the soil. Look of finish shock, embarrassment and affright were over his face. He shot to his feet, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologia. Honestly I found that all situation a bit mirthful and tried to bottle up my laugh. He was in a rushing 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 seeable with the towel wrapped around my waist.

"Do you have a thing for jockstraps 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 savour ?"

"I like the smell of used underwear especially I after a sweaty workout."He mumbled out as if he was disgusted at what he does"I noticed your workout was pretty vivid 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 singular 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 start time I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the shower, so I thought I had enough time to…"he went silent

"Do you always wait for mass to go to the exhibitioner 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 early on, I'm usually here when there's a lot of hoi polloi and when the rooms empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underclothes left seat, and occasionally take in them from overt lockers, if I cant recover any vacate ones."He paused for a few seconds and then said it"a month back I stole your briefs from your storage locker, I'm really good-for-nothing, 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 decompress him

His face 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 jock and I admitted that I did.

We exchanged name calling and got to know each other, he worked as an designer and his name was John the Divine, all the while I was sporting a concentrated cock under my towel. He asked me if he could preserve 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 add up into the footlocker room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new booster so I got dressed back into my gym apparel including the athletic supporter and we both left the gym and he asked if I wanted to go back to his seat, he lived 10 minute of arc from the gym.

He lived in a top floor, one bedroom flat with an out-of-doors architectural plan living way and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to have a shower bath I could, the sweaty dress were starting to cling to my skin so I got divest and stood there in his support room in my athlete, John returned from his bedroom with a box in his hands and placed it on the umber board and noticed that I was standing there in my athlete and his oral cavity dropped wide open. He asked me to sit on the sofa with him and opened the box.

Inside the box were all the underwear he had acquired over the month, he had a pretty big collection of underwear sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the bags it kept the smell tonic. He pulled out a pair that id seen before in fact they were mine the ones that were taken from my locker a few calendar month back. There were my black briefs in his right hand and his leftfield hand stroking his cock through his boxershorts. I watched as he took my briefs and held it up to his nose and inhaled in deeply. My tool 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 java table and got down in-between my stage and brought his nozzle up to my genitals and inhale deep, sent chills down my spine, precum was forming a bit on my athletic supporter and he licked at the area, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my jock covered shaft. I couldn't help but let out a long groan, the sop jock clung to my beam and St. John the Apostle was not letting the tempo slow down down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and pulled my athletic supporter down and now there I was naked in straw man of him, with my cock pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his tool for the first off fourth dimension 7 chummy inch of cock in straw man of me, he went down onto his stifle and took my dick into his mouth while squeezing my ass cheek and running his hands up and down the slope 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 rooster and sucked me off into it. I cummed backbreaking 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 toilet then, he had a foot fetish. He picked up both of my animal foot and brought them together and started to suck up on them, must admit it was touchy at offset but I was to horny to refuse, he put his turncock in between my feet which are now slick with his saliva and started to quid them, he varied his swiftness, going fast then slow up, he didn't want this to end. My cock grew hard watching him. He shot his consignment all over my metrical foot and I added to it with my load which he happily licked up clean.

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