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

A little about myself, im 19 years old and 5ft5, brown skinned with black hair's-breadth and look very bear like with a lot of pilus ( due to my hairsbreadth semblance being black-market, 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 heart that im a member of. This skillful thing about this gym is its open 24/7, which allows me to go there at ungodly hr. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a pitch-dark tee shirt and grey sweatpants with a twosome of low-cal grey jock underneath and then went down to the gym trading floor and saw that there were only three other hoi polloi there, two ladies both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his early 30s.

I went about my usual routine, put my earphone in played the music and went to treadmill then on to the round and then the rowing machine and lastly did a little weightiness training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to walk from one end to the early etc. The whole sentence I noticed the two ladies working out at one face of the gym on the hoofer and the man would constantly travel around the gym to a machine not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a little Wyrd 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 induce a exhibitioner and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a decent wide domain, in through the room access down a little corridor into a rectangle room with a recollective work bench in the middle down the distance of the room and cabinet on all the English but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another pocket-size rectangle room on the left with a few more locker, down the corridor on the far right a shower area with individual cuboidal and on the far left the gutter. 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 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 discase, 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 elbow room and his footlocker was just one pile from mine on the left. This was the first of all time I got a proper look at him he was taller than me by a few inch and was in dear shape he was wearing a red T-shirt and black short circuit down to his knee, he had a pale cutis tincture with a rebuff tan to his skin which made his muscles really stand out. He went and sat on the bench and drank from his bottle and now I started to sense a little uncomfortable. The feeling of being followed came back to me. I turned my back to him as to stave off eye contact and continued to get disrobe, took my trainers and socks off and with my back still to him I pulled down my sweat pants and I placed them neatly in a quite a little on the bench then I realised I was wearing a pair of jockstraps, my can cheeks were on show, quickly turned to present him praying he didn't bill and saw him suddenly look away in the other centering. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the athletic supporter off and placed them on my pile of wearing apparel and went to the imbibition fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two drinking outflow 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 way. 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 bleak foot, which meant I made no disturbance, 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, eyes closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really furious and wanted to storm in there and taste the guy across the face, but a section 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 overnice collapsible shelter in his shorts.

A few bit passed and I decided it was time to walk in on him and when I didn't I cleared my throat and his heart shaft open, his mitt fell from his face and my jocks fell to the ground. Look of perfect blow, plethora and affright were over his aspect. He shot to his feet, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologies. Honestly I found that whole post a bit funny and tried to suppress my laughter. He was in a rush 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 seeable with the towel wrapped around my waist.

"Do you have a thing for suspensor or underwear in general ?"I asked him

"Yes"short and blunt he mumbled out.

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

"I like the flavour 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 bazaar bit"
By now he had relaxed a lilliputian, 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 inaugural time I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the shower, so I thought I had sufficiency clock time to…"he went tacit

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

His reception 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 citizenry and when the elbow room empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underwear left behind, and occasionally take them from open footlocker, if I cant find oneself any abandon ones."He paused for a few seconds and then said it"a month back I stole your briefs from your locker, I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry"he was back to panicking

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

His typeface lightened up"Yes of course, I'll get you some new underclothing"He then asked me if I got turned on from seeing him sniffing my jocks and I admitted that I did.

We exchanged names and got to know each early, he worked as an architect and his public figure was John Lackland, all the while I was sporting a hard pecker under my towel. He asked me if he could celebrate my jocks and I agreed, must've been down to me being so turned on. It was now 4:30am and a few more the great unwashed started to come into the locker room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new friend so I got dressed back into my gym apparel including the jock and we both left the gym and he asked if I wanted to go back to his place, he lived 10 minute of arc from the gym.

He lived in a top storey, one sleeping accommodation flat with an open plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to feature a shower down I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my peel so I got strip and stood there in his living room in my jocks, John returned from his sleeping room with a box in his hands and placed it on the coffee table and noticed that I was standing there in my supporter and his lip dropped blanket candid. 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 months, he had a pretty big assemblage of underclothes sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the bags it kept the sense of smell invigorated. He pulled out a pair 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 briefs in his right handwriting and his allow mitt stroking his cock through his short. I watched as he took my legal brief and held it up to his nose and inhaled in deeply. My prick grew hard in my jockstrap as I watched his every action.

I took his manus and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the coffee bean table and got down in-between my legs and brought his nozzle up to my crotch and inspire trench, sent chills down my sticker, precum was forming a smudge on my suspensor and he licked at the arena, slowly he opened his backtalk and brought it down on my jock covered cock. I couldn't aid but let out a long groan, the sozzled athletic supporter clung to my beam of light and john was not letting the step slow down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and pulled my athletic 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 kickoff time 7 thick inch of cock in front of me, he went down onto his knees and took my shaft into his sassing while squeezing my ass cheek and running his workforce 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 hammer and sucked me off into it. I cummed hard and I cummed a lot into the jock. He took the cum soaked athletic supporter 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 understructure fetish. He picked up both of my pes and brought them together and started to soak up on them, must hold it was ticklish at first off but I was to horny to deny, he put his rooster in between my feet which are now tricky with his saliva and started to pound them, he varied his speed, going fast then slow up, he didn't want this to end. My cock grew severe watching him. He shot his load all over my feet and I added to it with my loading which he happily licked up clean.

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