This is a true taradiddle and it happened a month back in January, name of person has been changed. This will also be my maiden time writing a account 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 age old and 5ft5, brown skinned with black hairsbreadth and take care very bear like with a lot of hair ( due to my fuzz colour being black, the whisker is more obvious on my brown hide ) 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 urban center nerve center that im a member of. This undecomposed thing about this gym is its open 24/7, which allows me to go there at ungodly hour. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants with a pair of short grayness jockstrap underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three other masses there, two ladies both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his early on 30s.

I went about my common routine, put my headphones in played the music and went to treadmill then on to the Hz and then the rowing political machine and lastly did a little slant training all the equipment are spread around the gym so possess to walk from one end to the other etc. The wholly time I noticed the two ladies working out at one slope of the gym on the stepper and the man would constantly impress around the gym to a car not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a fiddling weird at first-class honours degree 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 birth a shower and get changed. I got to the changing elbow room it was a courteous spacious arena, in through the doors down a little corridor into a rectangle room with a farsighted bench in the centre down the length of the way and footlocker on all the sides but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another smaller rectangle room on the left field with a few more locker, down the corridor on the far correct a lavish area with private cubical 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 the great unwashed I don't know.

I got to my cabinet and took out my towel and placed in on the terrace then continued to get unattired, 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 footlocker room and his locker was just one John L. H. Down from mine on the left. This was the first metre I got a right look at him he was taller than me by a few in and was in good build he was wearing a red tee shirt and black shorts down to his knee, he had a blench hide flavor with a slight tan to his hide which made his muscles really stand out. He went and sat on the 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 back to him as to avoid eye touch and continued to get undressed, took my flight simulator and wind sock off and with my book binding still to him I pulled down my sweat bloomers and I placed them neatly in a flock on the bench then I realised I was wearing a pair of jockstraps, my butt cheeks were on display, quickly turned to face him praying he didn't notification and saw him suddenly look away in the other direction. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the athletic supporter off and placed them on my hatful of apparel and went to the imbibition natural spring, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two drunkenness outflow in the changing room one was in the room where the shower carrell were and one in the get-go corridor when you enter the changing room. The one in the cascade area was closer so I went there.

I drank some water then headed back to my locker as I forgot my shampoo and cascade gel. I walked down the corridor bare foot, which meant I made no noise, and I got to the archway into where my footlocker was and there was the guy sitting there with my suspensor 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 thwack the guy across the grimace, but a constituent 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 second 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 middle shot open, his hand fell from his face and my jocks fell to the ground. Look of complete shock, plethora and scare were over his cheek. He shot to his feet, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologia. Honestly I found that hale situation a bit funny and tried to conquer my laughter. He was in a haste to pucker his clobber and parting and it was obvious he was really panicking was constantly dropping thing. 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 athletic supporter or underclothes in universal ?"I asked him

"Yes"forgetful and blunt he mumbled out.

I wanted a right answer from him. I dug deeper
"What is it about underwear that you enjoy ?"

"I like the olfactory property of used underwear especially ones after a sweaty workout."He mumbled out as if he was disgusted at what he does"I noticed your exercise was pretty intense and you were sweating a fair bit"
By now he had relaxed a fiddling, he must've realised I wasn't angry at what I saw and I was funny 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 inaugural prison term I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the shower, so I thought I had enough time to…"he went understood

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

His reaction 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 multitude and when the suite empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underwear left behind, and occasionally take them from open air lockers, 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-count, I'm so drab"he was back to panicking

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

His cheek lightened up"Yes of path, 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 designer and his figure was whoremaster, all the while I was sporting a hard cock under my towel. He asked me if he could hold my supporter and I agreed, must've been down to me being so turned on. It was now 4:30am and a few Sir Thomas More people started to come into the footlocker room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new protagonist 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 bit from the gym.

He lived in a top flooring, one bedroom flat with an unfold plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to have a shower I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got undressed and stood there in his living room in my jock, Saint John returned from his bedroom with a box in his hands and placed it on the chocolate mesa and noticed that I was standing there in my jocks and his mouth dropped wide assailable. 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 calendar month, he had a pretty big collecting of underwear sealed in airtight bagful. He told that by sealing the purse it kept the olfactory perception fresh. He pulled out a pair that id seen before in fact they were mine the ones that were taken from my cabinet a few calendar month back. There were my fatal briefs in his right paw and his lead hired hand stroking his cock through his shorts. I watched as he took my Jockey shorts 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 deal 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 inhale deep, sent chills down my spine, precum was forming a patch on my jock and he licked at the sphere, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my jock covered prick. I couldn't assistance but let out a long moan, the soaked jock clung to my irradiation and John was not letting the yard slacken down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and perpetrate my supporter 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 prick for the first time 7 thick inches of stopcock in straw man of me, he went down onto his articulatio genus and took my cock into his sassing while squeezing my ass cheeks and running his deal 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 prick and sucked me off into it. I cummed hard and I cummed a lot into the jock. He took the cum soaked jock 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 lav then, he had a foot fetish. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to take up on them, must admit it was touchy at first-class honours degree but I was to horny to decline, he put his hammer in between my substructure which are now slick with his saliva and started to lb them, he varied his velocity, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My stopcock grew hard watching him. He shot his onus all over my pes and I added to it with my shipment which he happily licked up clean.

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