This is a true story and it happened a calendar month back in January, gens of person has been changed. This will also be my kickoff time writing a story so please bear with me if its got a few mistake here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A picayune about myself, im 19 years old and 5ft5, brown skinned with black hairsbreadth and bet very bear like with a lot of hair ( due to my haircloth colouring being fatal, the hair is more obvious on my brownish 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 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 tee shirt and gray-haired sweatpants with a duet of light grey supporter underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three other mass there, two ladies 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 cycle and then the rowing machine and lastly did a slight weight training all the equipment are spread around the gym so suffer to walk from one end to the other etc. The totally metre I noticed the two ladies working out at one incline of the gym on the steppers and the man would constantly make a motion around the gym to a machine not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a little weird at first but then i thought nothing of it and continued to do 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 take a rain shower and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a nice roomy area, in through the doors down a piffling corridor into a rectangle room with a foresighted work bench in the eye down the duration of the room and lockers on all the side of meat but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another smaller rectangle room on the left wing with a few more footlocker, down the corridor on the far right a lavish sphere with somebody cubelike and on the far left the toilets. I always went into the way with the few footlocker as there's hardly ever anyone there and I don't like getting changed in front of a lot of people I don't know.

I got to my cabinet 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 way and his footlocker was just one down from mine on the left wing. This was the first gear time I got a proper look at him he was taller than me by a few in and was in good form he was wearing a red t-shirt and contraband shorts down to his stifle, he had a blench skin tone of voice with a slight tan to his skin which made his muscles really stand out. He went and sat on the bench and drank from his bottleful and now I started to palpate a little uncomfortable. The impression of being followed came back to me. I turned my vertebral column to him as to avoid eye impinging and continued to get discase, took my trainers and windsock off and with my back still to him I pulled down my lather pants and I placed them neatly in a pile on the bench then I realised I was wearing a couple of jockstrap, my rear end cheeks were on show, quickly turned to face him praying he didn't notice and saw him suddenly look away in the other way. I wrapped my towel around my shank and pulled the athletic supporter off and placed them on my sight of wearing apparel and went to the drinking fount, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so queasy. There were two crapulence fountains in the changing room one was in the room where the shower cubicles were and one in the offset corridor when you enter the changing way. The one in the shower area was closer so I went there.

I drank some weewee then headed back to my locker as I forgot my shampoo and shower gel. I walked down the corridor bare ft, 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 athletic supporter in his manus and his nose buried in them, optic closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really wild and wanted to storm in there and peck the guy across the face, but a portion of me was turned on by what I was seeing, so I silently watched him sniffing my jocks and stroking his peter 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 eye snapshot open, his manus fell from his font and my jocks fell to the ground. Look of stark shock, superfluity and scare were over his face. He shot to his invertebrate foot, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologia. Honestly I found that whole site a bit good story and tried to conquer my laughter. He was in a rushing to garner 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 underwear in general ?"I asked him

"Yes"scant and blunt he mumbled out.

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

"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 exercising 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 underwear here before ?"

"No"he replied"this is the get-go clock time I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the shower, so I thought I had enough clock time to…"he went understood

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

His reply 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 people and when the elbow room empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underclothing left stern, and occasionally take them from undefended lockers, if I cant rule any abandon ones."He paused for a few moment and then said it"a calendar month back I stole your legal brief from your locker, I'm really dark, I'm so dark"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, I'll get you some new underclothes"He then asked me if I got turned on from seeing him sniffing my athletic supporter and I admitted that I did.

We exchanged figure and got to know each former, he worked as an designer and his public figure was John, all the patch I was sporting a strong turncock under my towel. He asked me if he could hold open my jocks and I agreed, must've been down to me being so turned on. It was now 4:30am and a few more people started to occur into the locker elbow room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new protagonist so I got dressed back into my gym clothes including the athletic supporter and we both left the gym and he asked if I wanted to go back to his place, he lived 10 transactions from the gym.

He lived in a top story, one bedroom flat tire with an open plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get well-to-do and if I wanted to have a rain shower I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got disrobe and stood there in his living room in my supporter, can returned from his bedroom with a box in his hands and placed it on the coffee board and noticed that I was standing there in my athlete and his mouth dropped extensive surface. 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 calendar month, he had a pretty big collecting of underwear sealed in airtight travelling bag. He told that by sealing the bags it kept the smell clean. He pulled out a duo that id seen before in fact they were mine the ones that were taken from my locker a few months back. There were my black brief in his correct hand and his remaining bridge player stroking his cock through his shorts. I watched as he took my brief 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 handwriting and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the chocolate table and got down in-between my stage and brought his olfactory organ up to my crotch and breathe in deep, sent pall down my spur, precum was forming a spot on my jocks and he licked at the sphere, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my suspensor covered putz. I couldn't assistance but let out a foresightful moan, the soaked jock clung to my shaft of light and John was not letting the gait slow down down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and get out my jocks down and now there I was naked in front of him, with my tool pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his cock for the first fourth dimension 7 thick inch of cock in front of me, he went down onto his knees and took my cock into his oral cavity while squeezing my ass cheeks and running his paw up and down the position of my wooden leg. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my jockstrap and wrapped it around my putz and sucked me off into it. I cummed backbreaking 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 zip literally sucked out of me and I fell to the sofa.

I learnt something new about lavatory then, he had a foot hoodoo. He picked up both of my metrical foot and brought them together and started to take up on them, must accept it was delicate at first but I was to horny to pass up, he put his peter in between my feet which are now slick 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 load all over my foot 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 shower bath at his family and left for home, but before leaving he agreed to buy me those new underwear and would hand me them at the gym