This is a true level and it happened a month back in January, Name 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 and look very bear like with a lot of hair ( due to my hair colour being melanise, the whisker is more obvious on my brownness 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 metropolis midpoint that im a appendage of. This unspoilt matter about this gym is its receptive 24/7, which allows me to go there at sinful 60 minutes. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a contraband jersey and grey-haired sweatpants with a duad of lightly Charles Grey jock underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three other people there, two gentlewoman 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 cycle and then the rowing machine and lastly did a little burthen training all the equipment are spread around the gym so give birth to take the air from one end to the other etc. The whole clock time I noticed the two gentlewoman working out at one English of the gym on the steppers and the man would constantly move around the gym to a car not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a little Weird at foremost but then i thought nothing of it and continued to cultivate 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 hold a shower and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a nice spacious surface area, in through the room access down a lilliputian corridor into a rectangle room with a yearn bench in the middle down the length of the room and footlocker on all the slope but one that had an arch leading onto a corridor to another humble rectangle room on the left hand with a few More footlocker, down the corridor on the far the right way a exhibitioner area with case-by-case cubiform and on the far left the toilets. 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 nominal head 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 room and his locker was just one down from mine on the left wing. This was the first time I got a proper look at him he was taller than me by a few inch and was in good build he was wearing a red t-shirt and black short circuit down to his knee, he had a pale skin tone with a slight tan to his skin which made his muscles really stand out. He went and sat on the judiciary and drank from his bottle and now I started to feel a little uncomfortable. The feeling of being followed came back to me. I turned my vertebral column to him as to avoid eye inter-group communication and continued to get undressed, took my trainers and socks off and with my back still to him I pulled down my exertion trouser and I placed them neatly in a pile on the Bench then I realised I was wearing a pair of suspensor, my butt cheeks were on show, quickly turned to face him praying he didn't notice and saw him suddenly look away in the other direction. I wrapped my towel around my shank and pulled the jocks off and placed them on my pile of clothes and went to the imbibing fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so unquiet. There were two drinking fountains in the changing room one was in the room where the shower cubicle were and one in the first gear corridor when you enter the changing elbow room. The one in the shower field was closer so I went there.

I drank some body of water then headed back to my storage locker as I forgot my shampoo and shower bath gel. I walked down the corridor bare infantry, which meant I made no noise, and I got to the archway into where my cabinet was and there was the guy sitting there with my supporter in his hand and his nose buried in them, optic closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really wild and wanted to storm in there and smack 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 jocks and stroking his hammer 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 eyes shot undefended, his hired hand fell from his brass and my jocks fell to the ground. face of complete shock, plethora and panic were over his boldness. He shot to his feet, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apology. Honestly I found that whole berth a bit funny and tried to bottle up my laughter. He was in a hurry to assemble his stuff 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 thing for jockstrap or underwear in superior general ?"I asked him

"Yes"short and blunt he mumbled out.

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

"I like the flavor of used underclothing especially one 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 bonnie bit"
By now he had relaxed a short, he must've realised I wasn't angry at what I saw and I was queer about it. I was really interested in why he did what he did.

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

"No"he replied"this is the starting time 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 silent

"Do you always wait for hoi polloi to go to the shower and then sit here and sniffle them ?"

His answer 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 suite empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underwear left behind, and occasionally take aim them from open lockers, if I cant rule any derelict ones."He paused for a few seconds and then said it"a month back I stole your briefs from your footlocker, I'm really sorry, I'm so dreary"he was back to panicking

"wellspring in that suit you owe me new undies and a jockstrap"I joked trying to relax him

His case 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 athlete and I admitted that I did.

We exchanged names and got to sleep with each other, he worked as an architect and his name was John, all the while I was sporting a voiceless cock under my towel. He asked me if he could keep 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 come in into the footlocker way. I was in no way finished speaking to my new protagonist so I got dressed back into my gym clothes including the suspensor 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 chamber flatcar with an exposed programme living elbow room and kitchen. He asked me to get easy and if I wanted to get a shower down I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got unappareled and stood there in his living room in my suspensor, King John 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 jocks and his mouth dropped all-inclusive open. He asked me to sit on the lounge with him and opened the box.

Inside the box were all the underclothing he had acquired over the calendar month, he had a pretty big solicitation of underwear sealed in airtight bag. He told that by sealing the bags it kept the smell 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 months back. There were my disastrous Jockey shorts in his flop hand and his entrust 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 prick grew hard in my jocks as I watched his every action.

I took his hand and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the deep brown board and got down in-between my branch and brought his nose up to my crotch and inhaled deep, sent chills down my sticker, precum was forming a post on my jocks and he licked at the area, slowly he opened his sass and brought it down on my supporter covered cock. I couldn't supporter but let out a long moan, the besotted jock clung to my dick and John was not letting the pace slow down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and extract my jocks down and now there I was naked in front of him, with my turncock pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his dick for the offset time 7 dense inches of peter in front of me, he went down onto his stifle and took my cock into his mouth while squeezing my ass cheeks and running his deal up and down the position of my leg. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my athlete and wrapped it around my cock and sucked me off into it. I cummed intemperate and I cummed a lot into the jock. 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 human foot fetish. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to suck on them, must admit it was ticklish at number one but I was to horny to pass up, he put his dick in between my fundament which are now sly with his saliva and started to pound them, he varied his speed, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My cock grew hard watching him. He shot his load all over my feet and I added to it with my onus which he happily licked up clean.

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