This is a true story and it happened a month back in January, public figure of person has been changed. This will also be my outset time writing a report so delight bear with me if its got a few mistakes here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A piddling about myself, im 19 years old and 5ft5, brown skinned with blackness hair and calculate very have a bun in the oven like with a lot of hair ( due to my hair colouring being black, the hair is more obvious on my brown tegument ) 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 member of. This good thing about this gym is its open 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 dark T-shirt and grey sweatpants with a couplet of luminance grey jockstraps underneath and then went down to the gym flooring and saw that there were only three other people there, two ladies both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his early 30s.

I went about my common routine, put my headphones in played the euphony and went to treadmill then on to the cycle and then the row machine and lastly did a little weight training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to walk from one end to the other etc. The whole sentence 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 next to mine but nearby. This seemed a little weird at get-go but then i thought nothing of it and continued to operate 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 stimulate a shower and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a squeamish spacious field, in through the doors down a piffling corridor into a rectangle room with a long judiciary in the middle down the distance of the room and footlocker on all the sides but one that had an arch leading onto a corridor to another smaller rectangle room on the left with a few more footlocker, down the corridor on the far ripe a shower area with individual cubiform and on the far left the can. I always went into the room with the fewer lockers 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 locker and took out my towel and placed in on the work bench then continued to get undress, 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 cabinet was just one pile from mine on the left. This was the first time I got a right look at him he was taller than me by a few inches and was in dear habitus he was wearing a red t-shirt and nigrify shorts down to his knee joint, he had a pale skin tone with a rebuff tan to his cutis which made his sinew really stand out. He went and sat on the bench and drank from his bottle and now I started to feel a short uncomfortable. The tactual sensation of being followed came back to me. I turned my spinal column to him as to forfend 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 drawers and I placed them neatly in a deal on the bench then I realised I was wearing a pair of jockstraps, my coffin nail cheeks were on show, quickly turned to face him praying he didn't notice and saw him suddenly look away in the early instruction. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the athlete off and placed them on my pile of clothes and went to the drinking fountain, as my pharynx was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two boozing fountains in the changing room one was in the room where the shower bath kiosk were and one in the first gear corridor when you enter the changing elbow room. The one in the exhibitioner area was closer so I went there.

I drank some body of water then headed back to my locker as I forgot my shampoo and rain shower gel. I walked down the corridor plain human 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 hand and his nose buried in them, center closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really furious and wanted to storm in there and reek the guy across the facial expression, 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 tent in his shorts.

A few hour passed and I decided it was time to walk in on him and when I didn't I cleared my throat and his eyes shot open, his hand fell from his nerve and my jocks fell to the basis. tone of utter shock absorber, embarrassment and affright were over his case. He shot to his feet, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apology. Honestly I found that totally situation a bit comical and tried to stamp down my laughter. He was in a hurry to gather his stuff and nonsense and leave and it was obvious he was really panicking was constantly dropping affair. 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 proper solvent from him. I dug deeper
"What is it about underwear that you bask ?"

"I like the smell of used underwear especially ones after a sweaty workout."He mumbled out as if he was disgusted at what he does"I noticed your physical exercise 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 singular about it. I was really concerned in why he did what he did.

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

"No"he replied"this is the offset clock time 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 shower bath and then sit here and sniff them ?"

His response to that question got me raging 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 rooms empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underwear left buns, and occasionally pick out them from open lockers, if I cant find any abandoned ones."He paused for a few second gear and then said it"a month back I stole your briefs from your storage locker, I'm really no-good, I'm so good-for-naught"he was back to panicking

"wellspring in that case you owe me new undies and a supporter"I joked trying to decompress him

His face lightened up"Yes of trend, 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 names and got to know each early, he worked as an designer and his gens was John, all the while I was sporting a hard cock under my towel. He asked me if he could go along my athletic supporter and I agreed, must've been down to me being so turned on. It was now 4:30am and a few more than the great unwashed started to come into the locker room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new protagonist so I got dressed back into my gym apparel including the jockstrap and we both left the gym and he asked if I wanted to go back to his stead, he lived 10 minutes from the gym.

He lived in a top floor, one bedchamber flat with an open plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get well-fixed and if I wanted to induce a shower I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got undressed and stood there in his support room in my jocks, John returned from his bedroom with a box in his mitt and placed it on the coffee tree table and noticed that I was standing there in my jocks and his lip dropped all-inclusive open. He asked me to sit on the couch 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 collection of underclothes sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the bags it kept the aroma fresh. He pulled out a duo that id seen before in fact they were mine the ones that were taken from my footlocker a few month back. There were my black briefs in his right script and his entrust manus stroking his rooster through his short pants. I watched as he took my legal 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 deal and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the coffee table and got down in-between my branch and brought his nose up to my genital organ and inhaled deep, sent gelidity down my spur, precum was forming a touch on my jocks and he licked at the area, slowly he opened his sass and brought it down on my jock covered cock. I couldn't help but let out a long moan, the crocked jock clung to my ray of light 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 movement of him, with my cock pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his cock for the first base time 7 thick inches of cock in front line of me, he went down onto his knees and took my cock into his mouth while squeezing my ass impertinence and running his hand up and down the face 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 hard and I cummed a lot into the athlete. He took the cum soaked athlete 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 foot fetish. He picked up both of my understructure and brought them together and started to go down on on them, must admit it was ticklish at beginning but I was to horny to refuse, he put his cock in between my feet which are now slick with his saliva and started to pound them, he varied his speed, going fast then slow down, he didn't want this to end. My cock grew surd watching him. He shot his load all over my pes and I added to it with my load which he happily licked up clean.

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