This is a rightful tale and it happened a month back in January, epithet of someone has been changed. This will also be my kickoff time 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 little about myself, im 19 years old and 5ft5, brown skinned with dark hair and look very bear like with a lot of hair ( due to my hair colouring being black, the fuzz is more obvious on my Robert 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 center of attention that im a extremity of. This expert thing about this gym is its surface 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 grayish sweatpants with a pair of light grey jock underneath and then went down to the gym flooring and saw that there were only three early masses there, two ladies both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his early on 30s.

I went about my usual number, 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 little exercising weight training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to walk from one end to the other etc. The whole prison term I noticed the two ladies working out at one side of the gym on the stepper and the man would constantly locomote around the gym to a machine not immediately adjacent to mine but nearby. This seemed a little weird at first but then i thought nix of it and continued to cultivate 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 way to have a shower and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a prissy spacious surface area, in through the doors down a little corridor into a rectangle room with a prospicient bench in the middle down the length of the room and lockers on all the sides but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another small-scale rectangle room on the left with a few more cabinet, down the corridor on the far right a shower bath orbit with mortal cubical and on the far left the john. 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 social movement of a lot of people I don't know.

I got to my footlocker 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 elbow room and his locker was just one down from mine on the left. This was the beginning time I got a proper looking at him he was taller than me by a few inches and was in good body-build he was wearing a red t-shirt and pitch blackness shorts down to his knee, he had a blench cutis spirit with a slight tan to his hide which made his muscles really stand out. He went and sat on the judiciary and drank from his nursing bottle and now I started to feel a little uncomfortable. The flavor of being followed came back to me. I turned my back to him as to avoid eye contact and continued to get strip down, took my trainer and socks off and with my back still to him I pulled down my sweat pant and I placed them neatly in a pot on the Bench then I realised I was wearing a pair of jockstraps, my butt cheeks were on appearance, quickly turned to look him praying he didn't notice and saw him suddenly look away in the other focus. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the athletic supporter off and placed them on my pile of apparel and went to the drinking outflow, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so anxious. There were two boozing fount in the changing room one was in the way where the shower cubicles were and one in the showtime corridor when you enter the changing way. The one in the shower domain was closer so I went there.

I drank some water then headed back to my storage 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 arch into where my locker was and there was the guy sitting there with my jocks in his hand and his pry buried in them, eyes closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really angry and wanted to storm in there and smack the guy across the look, but a component part of me was turned on by what I was seeing, so I silently watched him sniffing my jocks and stroking his cock that was forming a skillful 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 heart stroke surface, his hand fell from his face and my jocks fell to the ground. aspect of complete shock, embarrassment and affright were over his expression. He shot to his substructure, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apology. Honestly I found that totally place a bit funny and tried to bottle up my laugh. He was in a rush 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 affair for supporter or underclothing in full general ?"I asked him

"Yes"abruptly and blunt he mumbled out.

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

"I like the olfactory property of used underwear especially 1 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 honest bit"
By now he had relaxed a little, 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 sentence I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the cascade, so I thought I had plenty sentence to…"he went silent

"Do you always wait for the great unwashed to go to the shower and then sit here and sniffle them ?"

His response to that motion got me tempestuous but only for a few seconds.
"No I'm never in this early, I'm usually here when there's a lot of citizenry and when the rooms empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underwear left butt, and occasionally take them from undetermined cabinet, if I cant find any abandoned 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 bad, I'm so sorry"he was back to panicking

"well in that casing you owe me new undies and a athletic supporter"I joked trying to relax him

His face lightened up"Yes of course of action, I'll get you some new underwear"He then asked me if I got turned on from seeing him sniffing my supporter and I admitted that I did.

We exchanged names and got to know each other, he worked as an architect and his name was John, all the while I was sporting a firmly 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 citizenry started to come 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 moment from the gym.

He lived in a top flooring, one sleeping accommodation flat with an opened plan living way and kitchen. He asked me to get comfy and if I wanted to have a shower I could, the sweaty apparel were starting to cling to my peel so I got undressed and stood there in his living room in my suspensor, Saint John returned from his sleeping room with a box in his hands and placed it on the coffee table and noticed that I was standing there in my athlete and his mouth dropped all-inclusive unfastened. 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 collection of underclothes sealed in airtight bagful. He told that by sealing the udder it kept the smell overbold. He pulled out a pair that id seen before in fact they were mine the ace that were taken from my locker a few months back. There were my fateful Jockey shorts in his compensate hand and his left hand stroking his cock through his shorts. I watched as he took my briefs and held it up to his olfactory organ and inhaled in deeply. My cock grew hard in my athletic supporter as I watched his every action.

I took his hand and placed it on my second joint and he took the cue, he moved the umber table and got down middle my branch and brought his nose up to my genital organ and breathe in deep, sent pall down my thorn, precum was forming a spot on my suspensor and he licked at the field, slowly he opened his sassing and brought it down on my suspensor covered cock. I couldn't supporter but let out a farseeing moan, the soaked supporter clung to my shaft and John was not letting the yard slow down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and pulled my jocks 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 cock for the first fourth dimension 7 dense inches of cock in figurehead of me, he went down onto his knee joint and took my dick into his mouth while squeezing my ass cheek and running his hands up and down the sides 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 cock and sucked me off into it. I cummed punishing and I cummed a lot into the suspensor. 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 understructure hoodoo. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to fellate on them, must admit it was ticklish at first but I was to horny to resist, he put his cock in between my fundament which are now slick with his saliva and started to pound them, he varied his speed, going fast then slack, he didn't want this to end. My cock grew backbreaking watching him. He shot his lode 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 home, I took a rain shower at his house and left for dwelling house, but before leaving he agreed to buy me those new underclothing and would make me them at the gym