This is a dead on target story and it happened a calendar month back in January, gens of person has been changed. This will also be my first time writing a story so delight bear with me if its got a few fault here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A niggling about myself, im 19 years old and 5ft5, brown skinned with black fuzz and seem very yield like with a lot of hair ( due to my hair colour being total darkness, the fuzz is more obvious on my chocolate-brown hide ) 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 centre 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 jersey and Second Earl Grey sweatpants with a pair of light grey jockstraps underneath and then went down to the gym storey and saw that there were only three other masses there, two noblewoman 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 round and then the rowing motorcar and lastly did a little weightiness 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 ladies working out at one side of meat of the gym on the steppers and the man would constantly move around the gym to a machine not immediately side by side to mine but nearby. This seemed a little Wyrd at first but then i thought nothing of it and continued to exploit 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 room to ingest a shower down and get changed. I got to the changing elbow room it was a Nice spacious expanse, in through the door down a little corridor into a rectangle room with a long bench in the center down the length of the elbow 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 to a greater extent storage locker, down the corridor on the far right a shower area with individual cube-shaped and on the far left the toilets. I always went into the room with the fewer footlocker 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 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 cabinet room and his cabinet was just one down from mine on the left. This was the first clock time I got a proper flavour at him he was taller than me by a few column inch and was in honest physique he was wearing a red jersey and contraband shorts down to his knee, he had a picket pelt shade with a slight tan to his skin which made his muscles really stand out. He went and sat on the workbench and drank from his bottle 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 avoid eye contact and continued to get undressed, took my trainers and socks off and with my back still to him I pulled down my elbow grease pants and I placed them neatly in a pile on the bench then I realised I was wearing a pair of supporter, my nates cheeks were on show, quickly turned to face 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 jocks off and placed them on my batch of clothes and went to the drinking fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two drinking natural spring in the changing room one was in the way where the exhibitor cubicles were and one in the first corridor when you enter the changing room. The one in the shower arena 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 arch into where my locker was and there was the guy sitting there with my jocks in his manus and his nose buried in them, optic closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really angry and wanted to rage in there and peck the guy across the face, 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 tent in his shorts.

A few minutes passed and I decided it was time to take the air in on him and when I didn't I cleared my throat and his centre snap open, his mitt fell from his human face and my jocks fell to the flat coat. Look of sodding daze, embarrassment and panic were over his grimace. He shot to his ft, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out excuse. Honestly I found that whole situation a bit queer and tried to suppress my laughter. He was in a hurry to gather his stuff and parting 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 underwear in ecumenical ?"I asked him

"Yes"dead and blunt he mumbled out.

I wanted a proper answer from him. I dug deeper
"What is it about underclothes that you delight ?"

"I like the smell of used underclothes especially ones 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 bonnie bit"
By now he had relaxed a trivial, he must've realised I wasn't angry at what I saw and I was curious about it. I was really interested in why he did what he did.

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

"No"he replied"this is the maiden clock time I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the shower bath, so I thought I had enough metre to…"he went silent

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

His response to that head 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 underwear left behind, and occasionally take them from open lockers, if I cant detect any forsake ones."He paused for a few arcsecond and then said it"a month back I stole your briefs from your cabinet, I'm really disconsolate, 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 relax him

His face lightened up"Yes of course of study, 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 names and got to roll in the hay each other, he worked as an architect and his epithet was John, all the while I was sporting a strong cock under my towel. He asked me if he could hold on my jocks 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 come into the storage locker room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new Friend 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 space, he lived 10 minutes from the gym.

He lived in a top storey, one sleeping room flat with an open plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to birth a lavish I could, the sweaty apparel were starting to cling to my skin so I got unattired and stood there in his livelihood elbow room in my jocks, bathroom returned from his chamber with a box in his hands and placed it on the java tabular array and noticed that I was standing there in my supporter and his mouth dropped across-the-board 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 collection of underwear sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the bags it kept the scent fresh. He pulled out a pair that id seen before in fact they were mine the I that were taken from my cabinet a few calendar month back. There were my black briefs in his right hand and his lead handwriting 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 cock grew hard in my jocks as I watched his every action.

I took his bridge player and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the coffee berry mesa and got down in-between my stage and brought his nose up to my crotch and inhale deep, sent thrill down my spine, precum was forming a situation on my athletic supporter and he licked at the arena, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my jockstrap covered cock. I couldn't help but let out a recollective moan, the gazump jockstrap clung to my rotating shaft and John was not letting the footstep decelerate down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and pulled my jocks down and now there I was naked in front line of him, with my hammer pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his rooster for the first off time 7 slurred column inch of tool in movement of me, he went down onto his articulatio genus and took my cock into his lip while squeezing my ass cheeks and running his mitt up and down the English of my leg. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my jocks and wrapped it around my prick 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 then, he had a metrical unit juju. He picked up both of my metrical unit and brought them together and started to suck on them, must admit it was ticklish at offset but I was to horny to refuse, he put his cock in between my metrical unit which are now wily with his saliva and started to Ezra Loomis Pound them, he varied his speed, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My prick grew hard watching him. He shot his warhead all over my understructure and I added to it with my load which he happily licked up clean.

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