This is a dependable history and it happened a calendar month back in Jan, public figure of person has been changed. This will also be my first of all metre writing a story so delight bear with me if its got a few misapprehension here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A minuscule about myself, im 19 yr old and 5ft5, brown skinned with black hair and look very bear like with a lot of hair ( due to my hair gloss being Joseph Black, the hair is more obvious on my brown skin ) 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 city core that im a extremity of. This good thing about this gym is its open 24/7, which allows me to go there at sinful hours. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a black T-shirt and grey sweat pants with a span of Light Lady Jane Grey suspensor underneath and then went down to the gym trading floor and saw that there were only three early mass there, two ladies both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his ahead of time 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 machine and lastly did a little weight down training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to walk from one end to the other etc. The all clip I noticed the two ladies working out at one side of the gym on the stepping motor and the man would constantly move around the gym to a machine not immediately succeeding to mine but nearby. This seemed a lilliputian Wyrd at for the first time but then i thought goose egg 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 have a rain 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 way with a long bench in the midriff down the length of the room and locker on all the incline but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another smaller rectangle room on the left with a few Sir Thomas More storage locker, down the corridor on the far right on a lavish area with individual cubelike and on the far left the lavatory. I always went into the way with the fewer storage locker as there's hardly ever anyone there and I don't like getting changed in front of a lot of multitude 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 way and his locker was just one down from mine on the left. This was the outset time I got a right look at him he was taller than me by a few inch and was in good build he was wearing a red t-shirt and black shorts down to his knee, he had a pale skin tone with a slight tan to his peel which made his muscles really stand out. He went and sat on the work bench and drank from his nursing bottle and now I started to feel a picayune uncomfortable. The tactual sensation of being followed came back to me. I turned my binding to him as to forefend eye middleman and continued to get undressed, took my trainers and socks off and with my back still to him I pulled down my fret pants and I placed them neatly in a pile on the bench then I realised I was wearing a pair of jockstraps, my butt cheeks were on show, quickly turned to face him praying he didn't notice and saw him suddenly look away in the other counselling. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the suspensor off and placed them on my pile of clothes and went to the drinking natural spring, as my pharynx was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two drinking outpouring in the changing room one was in the elbow room where the shower cubicles were and one in the first corridor when you enter the changing room. The one in the shower field was closer so I went there.

I drank some water then headed back to my cabinet as I forgot my shampoo and shower down gel. I walked down the corridor denudate foot, which meant I made no randomness, and I got to the archway into where my footlocker was and there was the guy sitting there with my jocks in his handwriting and his nose buried in them, eyes closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really angry and wanted to rage in there and smack the guy across the face, but a share of me was turned on by what I was seeing, so I silently watched him sniffing my athletic supporter and stroking his cock that was forming a nice tent in his shorts.

A few minutes passed and I decided it was clock 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 athlete fell to the ground. Look of complete shock, superfluity and scare were over his face. He shot to his feet, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apology. Honestly I found that whole position a bit good story and tried to repress my laugh. He was in a hurry to pile up 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 jockstraps or underclothes in oecumenical ?"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 smelling of used underwear especially I after a sweaty workout."He mumbled out as if he was disgusted at what he does"I noticed your exercising was pretty intense and you were sweating a comely 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 concerned 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 shower, so I thought I had sufficiency sentence to…"he went mute

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

His response to that interrogative 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 hoi polloi and when the rooms empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underwear left keister, and occasionally take up them from undefended locker, if I cant bump any abandoned ones."He paused for a few seconds and then said it"a month back I stole your briefs from your cabinet, I'm really grim, I'm so dismal"he was back to panicking

"Well in that casing you owe me new undies and a jock"I joked trying to make relaxed him

His grimace 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 names and got to know each other, he worked as an architect and his public figure was John, all the while I was sporting a heavy cock 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 mass started to hail into the locker room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new supporter 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 minute from the gym.

He lived in a top floor, one chamber flat with an spread out programme living room and kitchen. He asked me to get well-fixed and if I wanted to suffer a lavish I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got undressed and stood there in his aliveness room in my suspensor, lavatory returned from his bedchamber with a box in his deal and placed it on the coffee mesa and noticed that I was standing there in my jocks and his backtalk dropped broad 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 months, he had a pretty big ingathering of underclothing sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the handbag it kept the smell clean. He pulled out a pair that id seen before in fact they were mine the unity that were taken from my locker a few month back. There were my pitch blackness briefs in his right hand and his left bridge player stroking his peter through his drawers. I watched as he took my briefs and held it up to his nozzle and inhaled in deeply. My stopcock 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 legs and brought his nose up to my crotch and inhaled oceanic abyss, sent shivering down my spine, precum was forming a billet on my jock and he licked at the orbit, slowly he opened his lip and brought it down on my jock covered cock. I couldn't aid but let out a tenacious moan, the sop jock clung to my shaft and bathroom was not letting the tempo retard down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and pulled my suspensor down and now there I was naked in front of him, with my cock pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his putz for the first time 7 thick inches of turncock in front of me, he went down onto his articulatio genus and took my pecker into his mouth while squeezing my ass buttock and running his hands up and down the sides of my ramification. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my jocks and wrapped it around my cock and sucked me off into it. I cummed hard 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 can then, he had a understructure fetich. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to absorb on them, must let in it was ticklish at first but I was to horny to refuse, he put his stopcock in between my feet which are now slick with his spit and started to pound them, he varied his pep pill, going fast then slacken, he didn't want this to end. My cock grew toilsome watching him. He shot his incumbrance all over my foundation and I added to it with my load which he happily licked up clean.

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