This is a truthful story and it happened a month back in January, Name of individual has been changed. This will also be my kickoff metre writing a write up 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 long time old and 5ft5, brown skinned with black hairsbreadth and look very gestate like with a lot of fuzz ( due to my hair vividness being black, the hair is more obvious on my chocolate-brown cutis ) 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 affair about this gym is its unfold 24/7, which allows me to go there at ungodly time of day. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a disgraceful tee shirt and grey sweatpants with a pair of light Grey supporter underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three former people there, two lady both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his early 30s.

I went about my common procedure, put my headphones in played the music and went to treadmill then on to the cycle and then the rowing car and lastly did a little slant training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to walk from one end to the former etc. The altogether time I noticed the two Lady working out at one side of the gym on the steppers and the man would constantly move around the gym to a political machine not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a fiddling weird at number one but then i thought aught 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 way to have a shower down and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a nice spacious area, in through the doors down a slight corridor into a rectangle room with a long bench in the midsection down the length of the elbow room and locker on all the side but one that had an arch leading onto a corridor to another smaller rectangle elbow room on the left wing with a few more locker, down the corridor on the far veracious a shower area with individual cubiform and on the far left the potty. 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 people I don't know.

I got to my storage 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 locker room and his storage locker was just one down feather from mine on the leftfield. This was the first time I got a proper looking at him he was taller than me by a few column inch and was in good build he was wearing a red t-shirt and shameful boxershorts down to his genu, he had a pallid skin tincture with a little tan to his skin which made his heftiness really stand out. He went and sat on the bench and drank from his bottle and now I started to feel a little uncomfortable. The touch sensation of being followed came back to me. I turned my back to him as to nullify eye physical contact and continued to get undressed, took my trainers and sock off and with my back still to him I pulled down my sweat pants and I placed them neatly in a pile on the terrace then I realised I was wearing a pair of jock, my buttocks face were on appearance, quickly turned to face him praying he didn't notice and saw him suddenly look away in the other counseling. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the jocks off and placed them on my pile of clothes and went to the drunkenness fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two boozing fountains in the changing way one was in the room where the shower cubicles were and one in the first corridor when you enter the changing room. The one in the shower area was closer so I went there.

I drank some water then headed back to my locker as I forgot my shampoo and shower gel. I walked down the corridor stripped foot, which meant I made no disturbance, 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 poke buried in them, centre closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really angry and wanted to storm in there and thwack the guy across the face, but a part of me was turned on by what I was seeing, so I silently watched him sniffing my supporter and stroking his cock that was forming a nice collapsible shelter in his shorts.

A few moment passed and I decided it was time to walk in on him and when I didn't I cleared my throat and his centre slam open, his manus fell from his boldness and my jocks fell to the earth. face of complete shock, overplus and panic were over his face. He shot to his invertebrate foot, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out excuse. Honestly I found that unscathed spot a bit comical and tried to inhibit my laughter. He was in a hurry 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 jockstraps or underwear in general ?"I asked him

"Yes"myopic 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 flavour of used underwear especially ones 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 underwear here before ?"

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

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

His answer to that motion 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 behind, and occasionally take them from open locker, if I cant find any give up ones."He paused for a few secondment and then said it"a calendar month back I stole your briefs from your storage locker, I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry"he was back to panicking

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

His boldness 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 jocks and I admitted that I did.

We exchanged name calling and got to know each other, he worked as an architect and his name was Saint John the Apostle, all the while I was sporting a hard hammer under my towel. He asked me if he could maintain my jockstrap 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 come into the footlocker room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new booster 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 proceedings from the gym.

He lived in a top floor, one bedroom flatcar with an open plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to have a exhibitor I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my hide so I got strip and stood there in his living room in my jocks, whoremaster returned from his bedroom with a box in his bridge player and placed it on the coffee mesa and noticed that I was standing there in my jocks and his lip dropped panoptic outdoors. 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 appeal of underwear sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the dish it kept the flavor fresh. He pulled out a pair that id seen before in fact they were mine the ones that were taken from my locker a few month back. There were my dim briefs in his right hand and his left over deal stroking his cock through his boxers. I watched as he took my briefs and held it up to his nozzle and inhaled in deeply. My cock grew hard in my jocks as I watched his every action.

I took his hired hand and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the coffee mesa and got down in-between my legs and brought his nose up to my crotch and inspire deep, sent tingle down my spine, precum was forming a spot on my jocks and he licked at the country, slowly he opened his mouthpiece and brought it down on my jockstrap covered cock. I couldn't assist but let out a prospicient groan, the soaked jock clung to my spear and John was not letting the pace slacken 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 rooster for the first time 7 thick in of cock in presence of me, he went down onto his knee joint and took my stopcock into his mouth while squeezing my ass boldness 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 toilsome 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 lavatory then, he had a groundwork fetish. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to suck on them, must accommodate it was ticklish at first but I was to horny to refuse, he put his rooster in between my foundation which are now slick with his saliva and started to quid them, he varied his speed, going fast then retard, he didn't want this to end. My peter grew heavily watching him. He shot his load all over my animal 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 habitation, I took a shower at his menage and left for dwelling, but before leaving he agreed to buy me those new underclothing and would return me them at the gym