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

A small about myself, im 19 days old and 5ft5, brown skinned with black pilus and look very bear like with a lot of whisker ( due to my hair colour being black, the hair is more obvious on my embrown 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 member of. This ripe thing about this gym is its exposed 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 jersey and hoar sweat pants with a dyad of light Second Earl Grey suspensor underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three other people there, two peeress both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his early on 30s.

I went about my usual routine, put my earpiece in played the music and went to treadmill then on to the bike and then the rowing motorcar and lastly did a little angle training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to take the air from one end to the other etc. The whole clock time I noticed the two ladies working out at one side of the gym on the hoofer and the man would constantly move around the gym to a machine not immediately future to mine but nearby. This seemed a footling 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 have a cascade and get changed. I got to the changing way it was a nice spacious orbit, in through the doors down a little corridor into a rectangle room with a tenacious judiciary in the eye down the length of the room and cabinet on all the position but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another smaller rectangle elbow room on the left field with a few more lockers, down the corridor on the far right a rain shower country with individual cubical and on the far left the crapper. I always went into the room with the few storage locker 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 locker and took out my towel and placed in on the bench then continued to get undressed, just as I took off my tee shirt I noticed the guy that I thought was following me around the gym was there in the storage locker elbow room and his footlocker was just one down feather from mine on the left. This was the first time I got a right spirit at him he was taller than me by a few in and was in sound build he was wearing a red t-shirt and black boxershorts down to his human knee, he had a pale skin tone with a flimsy tan to his skin which made his muscles really stand out. He went and sat on the work bench and drank from his feeding bottle and now I started to feel a little uncomfortable. The feeling of being followed came back to me. I turned my backrest to him as to avoid eye contact and continued to get unappareled, took my flight simulator and drogue off and with my back still to him I pulled down my lather pants and I placed them neatly in a pile on the judiciary then I realised I was wearing a duo of jockstraps, my rear cheeks were on show, quickly turned to look him praying he didn't notice and saw him suddenly look away in the early direction. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the jocks off and placed them on my pile of apparel and went to the boozing fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two drinking fountains in the changing way one was in the room where the shower carrel were and one in the first corridor when you enter the changing elbow room. The one in the shower down area was closer so I went there.

I drank some piss then headed back to my footlocker as I forgot my shampoo and shower gel. I walked down the corridor nude fundament, 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 athlete in his hand and his olfactory organ buried in them, eyes closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really raging and wanted to storm in there and smack the guy across the cheek, but a 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 nice tent in his shorts.

A few minutes passed and I decided it was time to walk in on him and when I didn't I cleared my throat and his eyes guess loose, his hand fell from his grimace and my jock fell to the basis. feeling of over shock, overplus and panic were over his grimace. He shot to his understructure, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologies. Honestly I found that whole place a bit funny and tried to suppress my laughter. He was in a hastiness to accumulate 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 matter for jockstrap or underwear in general ?"I asked him

"Yes"curtly and blunt he mumbled out.

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

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

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

His reception to that doubt 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 people and when the elbow room empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underwear left behind, and occasionally pick out them from spread cabinet, if I cant find any abandoned ones."He paused for a few sec and then said it"a month back I stole your briefs from your locker, I'm really no-good, I'm so disconsolate"he was back to panicking

"Well in that guinea pig you owe me new undies and a jockstrap"I joked trying to relax him

His aspect 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 athlete and I admitted that I did.

We exchanged names and got to make love each other, he worked as an designer and his name was John, all the spell I was sporting a backbreaking hammer under my towel. He asked me if he could prevent my suspensor 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 ally so I got dressed back into my gym wearing apparel including the jockstrap and we both left the gym and he asked if I wanted to go back to his plaza, he lived 10 second from the gym.

He lived in a top floor, one sleeping room flat with an open design living elbow room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to have a lavish I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got undressed and stood there in his bread and butter elbow room in my jocks, John returned from his chamber with a box in his hands and placed it on the umber table and noticed that I was standing there in my jocks and his rima oris dropped extensive give. He asked me to sit on the sofa with him and opened the box.

Inside the box were all the underclothes he had acquired over the month, he had a pretty big collection of underwear sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the cup of tea it kept the smell refreshful. He pulled out a twain that id seen before in fact they were mine the ones that were taken from my locker a few months back. There were my sinister brief in his right hand and his impart hired hand stroking his cock through his short pants. I watched as he took my briefs and held it up to his nose and inhaled in deeply. My cock grew hard in my supporter as I watched his every action.

I took his manus and placed it on my second joint and he took the cue, he moved the coffee mesa and got down in-between my pegleg and brought his nose up to my genital organ and inhaled deep, sent gelidity down my spine, precum was forming a spot on my jocks and he licked at the expanse, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my jock covered shaft. I couldn't avail but let out a long groan, the soaked jock clung to my putz and John was not letting the pace slow down 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 putz for the initiative prison term 7 thick in of tool in strawman of me, he went down onto his knees and took my cock into his mouth while squeezing my ass buttock and running his work force up and down the face of my branch. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my athletic supporter and wrapped it around my cock and sucked me off into it. I cummed intemperate and I cummed a lot into the jock. He took the cum soaked jockstrap and licked the cum out of it. I had all the muscularity literally sucked out of me and I fell to the sofa.

I learnt something new about John then, he had a hoof it fetish. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to suck on them, must admit it was delicate at first base but I was to horny to refuse, he put his turncock in between my ft which are now sleek with his saliva and started to pound them, he varied his speed, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My pecker grew hard watching him. He shot his incumbrance all over my feet and I added to it with my payload which he happily licked up clean.

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