This is a genuine story and it happened a month back in January, public figure of somebody has been changed. This will also be my showtime time writing a chronicle so please bear with me if its got a few mistakes here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A lilliputian about myself, im 19 eld old and 5ft5, brown skinned with pitch blackness hair and expect very turn out like with a lot of fuzz ( due to my fuzz colour being black, the hair is more obvious on my Brown University skin ) 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 sound matter about this gym is its opened 24/7, which allows me to go there at ungodly 60 minutes. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a dark t-shirt and gray-headed sweatpants with a yoke of Light Within Second Earl Grey suspensor underneath and then went down to the gym storey and saw that there were only three other citizenry there, two ladies both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his early 30s.

I went about my common number, put my phone in played the euphony and went to treadmill then on to the Hz and then the rowing auto and lastly did a trivial weight training all the equipment are spread around the gym so bear to walk from one end to the other etc. The completely time I noticed the two ladies working out at one slope of the gym on the steppers and the man would constantly travel around the gym to a simple machine not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a little weird at maiden 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 room to have a shower and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a nice spacious area, in through the threshold down a little corridor into a rectangle room with a hanker bench in the midsection down the distance of the room and lockers on all the side but one that had an arch leading onto a corridor to another lowly rectangle room on the left field with a few to a greater extent lockers, down the corridor on the far ripe a shower area with private cubical and on the far left the toilets. I always went into the room with the few 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 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. This was the kickoff metre I got a proper look at him he was taller than me by a few in and was in trade good build he was wearing a red t-shirt and black shorts down to his knee, he had a pallid skin tone 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 feeding bottle and now I started to experience a little uncomfortable. The feeling of being followed came back to me. I turned my back to him as to avoid eye contact and continued to get unclothe, took my trainers and air sock off and with my back still to him I pulled down my exertion pants and I placed them neatly in a raft on the workbench then I realised I was wearing a pair of athletic supporter, my rear 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 waist and pulled the jocks off and placed them on my mickle of clothes and went to the imbibing fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two drinking fountains in the changing room one was in the way where the shower cubicles were and one in the first off corridor when you enter the changing way. The one in the shower sphere 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 marginal fundament, 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 athlete in his mitt and his poke buried in them, eyes closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really wild and wanted to storm in there and peck 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 athlete and stroking his tool that was forming a Nice tent in his shorts.

A few instant passed and I decided it was prison term to walk in on him and when I didn't I cleared my throat and his center guessing open, his hand fell from his fount and my supporter fell to the solid ground. Look of complete shock, plethora and affright were over his cheek. He shot to his infantry, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out excuse. Honestly I found that whole post a bit mirthful and tried to crush my laughter. He was in a haste to cumulate his poppycock 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 collapsible shelter very visible with the towel wrapped around my waist.

"Do you have a affair for jockstraps or underwear in general ?"I asked him

"Yes"shortstop and blunt he mumbled out.

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

"I like the olfactory sensation of used underclothing 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 just bit"
By now he had relaxed a trivial, he must've realised I wasn't angry at what I saw and I was curious about it. I was really interest in why he did what he did.

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

"No"he replied"this is the first time I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the exhibitioner, so I thought I had enough clock time 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 interrogative got me wild but only for a few seconds.
"No I'm never in this former, I'm usually here when there's a lot of the great unwashed and when the rooms empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underwear left behind, and occasionally fill them from open storage locker, if I cant find any desolate ones."He paused for a few seconds and then said it"a month back I stole your briefs from your locker, I'm really bad, I'm so gloomy"he was back to panicking

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

His face 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 supporter and I admitted that I did.

We exchanged names and got to know each early, he worked as an architect and his name was John, all the patch I was sporting a hard 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 mass started to come into the footlocker room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new admirer 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 station, he lived 10 minutes from the gym.

He lived in a top flooring, one bedroom flat with an open plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to experience a rain shower I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got undressed and stood there in his living elbow room in my jocks, john returned from his bedroom with a box in his men and placed it on the coffee board and noticed that I was standing there in my jocks and his sassing dropped wide open. He asked me to sit on the couch 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 collection of underclothing sealed in airtight cup of tea. He told that by sealing the grip it kept the smell fresh. He pulled out a pair that id seen before in fact they were mine the unity that were taken from my footlocker a few month back. There were my black Jockey shorts in his in good order paw and his odd hired hand stroking his cock through his shorts. I watched as he took my briefs and held it up to his nozzle and inhaled in deeply. My tool grew hard in my jock as I watched his every action.

I took his hand and placed it on my second joint and he took the cue, he moved the coffee tree table and got down in-between my legs and brought his nose up to my crotch and inhaled deep, sent chills down my spine, precum was forming a spot on my jocks and he licked at the orbit, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my jock covered cock. I couldn't help but let out a long groan, the rob supporter clung to my shaft and privy was not letting the pace slow up 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 dick pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his pecker for the first prison term 7 thick in of hammer in front of me, he went down onto his knees and took my hammer into his rima oris while squeezing my ass boldness and running his paw up and down the incline 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 pecker and sucked me off into it. I cummed unvoiced 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 John then, he had a understructure fetish. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to suck on them, must admit it was delicate at firstly but I was to horny to decline, he put his turncock in between my feet which are now slick with his spit and started to Ezra Loomis Pound them, he varied his focal ratio, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My cock grew intemperately watching him. He shot his loading all over my fundament and I added to it with my load which he happily licked up clean.

It was now 8am and I really had to get home, I took a shower 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