This is a true storey and it happened a month back in January, public figure of someone has been changed. This will also be my first time writing a narrative so please bear with me if its got a few error here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A footling about myself, im 19 years old and 5ft5, brown skinned with black pilus and look very wear like with a lot of hair ( due to my hair colouring being total darkness, 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 core that im a appendage of. This good thing about this gym is its overt 24/7, which allows me to go there at ungodly 60 minutes. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a black T-shirt and grey sweatpants with a pair of clean grey jockstraps underneath and then went down to the gym base and saw that there were only three early people 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 bicycle and then the rowing simple machine and lastly did a slight weight training all the equipment are spread around the gym so ingest to walk from one end to the other etc. The whole time I noticed the two gentlewoman working out at one side of the gym on the steppers and the man would constantly travel around the gym to a machine not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a piffling weird at start 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 elbow room to consume a shower bath and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a nice broad area, in through the threshold down a piffling corridor into a rectangle room with a long terrace in the mediate down the duration of the room and lockers on all the sides but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another pocket-sized rectangle room on the left with a few more than footlocker, down the corridor on the far right a shower down area with person cuboid and on the far left the lavatory. 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 masses I don't know.

I got to my cabinet and took out my towel and placed in on the bench then continued to get divest, 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 low time I got a right feel at him he was taller than me by a few inches and was in beneficial anatomy he was wearing a red t-shirt and black shortstop down to his stifle, he had a picket cutis shade with a slender tan to his skin which made his muscle really stand out. He went and sat on the 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 book binding to him as to avoid eye contact and continued to get undressed, took my trainers and wind cone off and with my rear still to him I pulled down my sweat knickers and I placed them neatly in a spile on the Bench then I realised I was wearing a pair of jockstraps, my butt cheeks were on show, quickly turned to face up him praying he didn't observance and saw him suddenly look away in the other direction. I wrapped my towel around my shank and pulled the jockstrap off and placed them on my pile of apparel and went to the drunkenness fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two drinking jet in the changing room one was in the elbow room where the exhibitor cubicles were and one in the beginning corridor when you enter the changing way. The one in the exhibitioner area was closer so I went there.

I drank some water then headed back to my footlocker as I forgot my shampoo and shower bath gel. I walked down the corridor bare 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 supporter in his hand and his nose buried in them, eyes closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really angry and wanted to storm in there and peck the guy across the facial expression, but a part of me was turned on by what I was seeing, so I silently watched him sniffing my suspensor and stroking his shaft that was forming a Nice tent in his shorts.

A few minutes passed and I decided it was sentence to walk in on him and when I didn't I cleared my throat and his eye stroke assailable, his mitt fell from his face and my jock fell to the ground. Look of stark shock, embarrassment and terror were over his nerve. He shot to his feet, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologies. Honestly I found that whole berth a bit amusing and tried to suppress my laughter. He was in a hastiness to gather his poppycock and parting and it was obvious he was really panicking was constantly dropping matter. I was still turned on from what I had seen, my camp out very visible with the towel wrapped around my waist.

"Do you have a thing for jockstraps or underwear in superior general ?"I asked him

"Yes"short and blunt he mumbled out.

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

"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 acute and you were sweating a fair bit"
By now he had relaxed a slight, he must've realised I wasn't angry at what I saw and I was rum 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 first time I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the exhibitor, so I thought I had adequate time to…"he went silent

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

His response to that question got me angry but only for a few seconds.
"No I'm never in this early, I'm usually here when there's a lot of masses and when the rooms empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underclothing left bottom, and occasionally contract them from open air lockers, if I cant find any deserted ones."He paused for a few seconds and then said it"a calendar month back I stole your briefs from your locker, I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry"he was back to panicking

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

His face lightened up"Yes of course, 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 gens and got to do it each former, he worked as an architect and his public figure was St. John, all the while I was sporting a hard cock under my towel. He asked me if he could keep my jocks 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 room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new friend so I got dressed back into my gym dress 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 bedroom flat with an open plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get well-off and if I wanted to make a shower I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got undressed and stood there in his living way in my supporter, John returned from his bedroom with a box in his hands and placed it on the coffee berry table and noticed that I was standing there in my suspensor and his mouth dropped wide of the mark open. 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 months, he had a pretty big collection of underwear sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the travelling bag it kept the smell fresh. He pulled out a pair that id seen before in fact they were mine the I that were taken from my locker a few month back. There were my bootleg brief in his right-hand bridge player and his will hand stroking his putz through his shorts. I watched as he took my brief and held it up to his nose and inhaled in deeply. My stopcock grew hard in my supporter as I watched his every action.

I took his handwriting and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the coffee board and got down middle my legs and brought his nozzle up to my genitalia and inhaled deep, sent chills down my spine, precum was forming a spot on my jockstrap and he licked at the area, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my jock covered cock. I couldn't help but let out a long groan, the hit it up athlete clung to my shaft and Saint John was not letting the step slow down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and pulled my athlete down and now there I was naked in front end of him, with my cock pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his cock for the get-go metre 7 thick inches of putz in front of me, he went down onto his knee joint and took my turncock into his sass while squeezing my ass buttock and running his hands up and down the incline of my stage. 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 hard and I cummed a lot into the athlete. 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 the Evangelist then, he had a foot voodoo. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to take up on them, must admit it was ticklish at first but I was to horny to refuse, he put his cock in between my understructure which are now silky with his spittle and started to hammering them, he varied his upper, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My cock grew hard watching him. He shot his load all over my groundwork 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, I took a shower at his house and left for habitation, but before leaving he agreed to buy me those new underclothes and would give me them at the gym