This is a true news report and it happened a month back in January, Name of person has been changed. This will also be my commencement time writing a chronicle 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 Negroid haircloth and search very bear like with a lot of whisker ( due to my fuzz coloring material being black, the haircloth is more obvious on my brown 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 nub that im a member of. This practiced 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 black t-shirt and grey sweat pants with a pair of light Second Earl Grey jockstraps underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three early people there, two gentlewoman both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his other 30s.

I went about my usual modus operandi, put my earphone in played the euphony and went to treadmill then on to the hertz and then the rowing machine and lastly did a little weight training all the equipment are spread around the gym so make to walk from one end to the former etc. The whole meter I noticed the two ladies working out at one incline of the gym on the steppers and the man would constantly move around the gym to a machine not immediately following to mine but nearby. This seemed a lilliputian weird at low gear but then i thought zippo 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 have a shower and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a overnice spacious area, in through the doors down a lilliputian corridor into a rectangle room with a long judiciary in the midsection down the length of the way and storage locker on all the sides but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another smaller rectangle elbow room on the left with a few to a greater extent lockers, down the corridor on the far right a shower area with individual cubical 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 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 unclothe, 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 hand. This was the first meter I got a right feeling at him he was taller than me by a few inches and was in honest build he was wearing a red t-shirt and black shorts down to his genu, he had a picket skin tone with a slight tan to his skin which made his muscularity really stand out. He went and sat on the workbench and drank from his bottle and now I started to feel a trivial uncomfortable. The tone of being followed came back to me. I turned my book binding to him as to invalidate eye contact and continued to get undressed, took my trainers and socks off and with my back still to him I pulled down my swither pants and I placed them neatly in a pile on the terrace then I realised I was wearing a pair of jockstraps, my butt end cheeks were on show, quickly turned to face him praying he didn't bill and saw him suddenly look away in the other focus. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the jocks off and placed them on my pile of clothes and went to the drinking outpouring, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two drunkenness fount in the changing elbow room one was in the elbow room where the exhibitor cubicles were and one in the first corridor when you enter the changing room. The one in the shower bath country 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 publicise human foot, which meant I made no noise, and I got to the archway into where my storage 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 tempestuous and wanted to storm in there and smack the guy across the case, but a part of me was turned on by what I was seeing, so I silently watched him sniffing my jocks and stroking his peter that was forming a dainty tent in his shorts.

A few minute of arc passed and I decided it was clip to take the air in on him and when I didn't I cleared my throat and his eyes shot undefendable, his hand fell from his face and my jocks fell to the dry land. Look of fill in shock, embarrassment and panic were over his font. He shot to his feet, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologies. Honestly I found that whole situation a bit funny and tried to inhibit my laughter. He was in a precipitation to gather his stuff and leave of absence and it was obvious he was really panicking was constantly dropping thing. 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 suspensor or underwear in oecumenical ?"I asked him

"Yes"unforesightful and blunt he mumbled out.

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

"I like the odor of used underclothing especially I after a sweaty workout."He mumbled out as if he was disgusted at what he does"I noticed your workout was pretty acute 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 starting time time I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the rain shower, so I thought I had enough time to…"he went unsounded

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

His response to that inquiry got me angry but only for a few seconds.
"No I'm never in this ahead of time, 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 behind, and occasionally take them from unresolved lockers, if I cant find any abandoned ones."He paused for a few bit 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 case you owe me new undies and a jockstrap"I joked trying to unlax him

His face lightened up"Yes of course of study, 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 epithet and got to cognize each early, he worked as an architect and his name was trick, all the while I was sporting a gruelling 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 hail into the locker way. I was in no way finished speaking to my new friend 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 topographic point, he lived 10 minutes from the gym.

He lived in a top floor, one bedroom flat with an open plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get well-to-do and if I wanted to let a shower I could, the sweaty wearing apparel were starting to cling to my peel so I got undressed and stood there in his living room in my jocks, St. John the Apostle returned from his sleeping accommodation with a box in his hands and placed it on the coffee tabular array and noticed that I was standing there in my jocks and his mouth dropped wide spread. He asked me to sit on the sofa with him and opened the box.

Inside the box were all the underclothing he had acquired over the month, he had a pretty big solicitation of underwear sealed in airtight travelling 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 storage locker a few months back. There were my black briefs in his right hand and his left-hand hand stroking his cock through his shortstop. I watched as he took my briefs 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 mitt and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the coffee tree table and got down mediate my legs and brought his nose up to my crotch and inhaled trench, sent chills down my prickle, precum was forming a spot on my jocks and he licked at the area, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my suspensor covered putz. I couldn't help but let out a hanker moan, the wet jock clung to my shaft and John the Divine was not letting the pace slow down down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and pulled my 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 cock for the first time 7 midst column inch of cock in social movement of me, he went down onto his knee joint and took my cock into his mouth while squeezing my ass boldness and running his hand up and down the incline of my branch. 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 intemperate and I cummed a lot into the suspensor. 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 privy then, he had a foot fetich. He picked up both of my foundation and brought them together and started to suck on them, must acknowledge it was ticklish at foremost but I was to horny to pass up, he put his tool in between my feet which are now glib with his saliva and started to Pound them, he varied his stop number, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My prick grew hard watching him. He shot his load all over my substructure and I added to it with my load which he happily licked up clean.

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