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

A little about myself, im 19 year old and 5ft5, brown skinned with Black pilus and attend very pay like with a lot of hair ( due to my hairsbreadth coloration being sinister, the hair 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 city centre that im a extremity of. This good matter about this gym is its open air 24/7, which allows me to go there at ungodly hours. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a fatal t-shirt and grey-headed sweatpants with a pair of light grey jockstraps underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three early mass there, two ma'am both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his betimes 30s.

I went about my usual subroutine, put my headphones in played the music and went to treadmill then on to the cycle and then the rowing machine and lastly did a niggling weighting training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to walk from one end to the former etc. The entirely time I noticed the two dame working out at one side of the gym on the steppers and the man would constantly be active around the gym to a motorcar not immediately side by side to mine but nearby. This seemed a petty Wyrd at number one 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 have a lavish and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a nice spacious arena, in through the doorway down a fiddling corridor into a rectangle room with a hanker bench in the in-between down the length of the room and footlocker on all the English but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another little rectangle room on the left with a few more footlocker, down the corridor on the far right a shower area with private cube-shaped 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 man of a lot of people I don't know.

I got to my locker and took out my towel and placed in on the workbench then continued to get undress, just as I took off my jersey 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 leftfield. This was the first sentence I got a proper look at him he was taller than me by a few column inch and was in commodity form he was wearing a red T-shirt and fatal shorts down to his knee, he had a pale cutis whole tone with a flimsy 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 feel a little uncomfortable. The feeling of being followed came back to me. I turned my back to him as to obviate eye contact and continued to get unclothe, took my flight simulator and air-sleeve off and with my cover still to him I pulled down my sweat pants and I placed them neatly in a pile on the bench then I realised I was wearing a pair of jockstraps, my tail cheeks were on appearance, quickly turned to face up him praying he didn't notice and saw him suddenly look away in the other guidance. I wrapped my towel around my waistline and pulled the jock off and placed them on my piling of clothes and went to the drunkenness spring, as my pharynx was now painfully dry after being so unquiet. There were two drinking jet in the changing room one was in the elbow room where the shower cubicles were and one in the get-go corridor when you enter the changing room. The one in the shower bath orbit was closer so I went there.

I drank some water system then headed back to my cabinet as I forgot my shampoo and shower down gel. I walked down the corridor bare foot, which meant I made no noise, and I got to the archway into where my locker was and there was the guy sitting there with my athletic supporter in his hand and his horn in buried in them, eyes closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really tempestuous and wanted to storm in there and thwack the guy across the face, but a share 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 squeamish 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 optic gibe open, his hand fell from his font and my athlete fell to the undercoat. tone of complete seismic disturbance, embarrassment and scare were over his face. He shot to his foundation, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apology. Honestly I found that whole state of affairs a bit mirthful and tried to inhibit my laugh. He was in a hurry to gather his stuff and nonsense 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 visible with the towel wrapped around my waist.

"Do you have a thing for jockstraps or underwear in universal ?"I asked him

"Yes"abruptly and blunt he mumbled out.

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

"I like the olfactory sensation of used underwear especially single 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 fair bit"
By now he had relaxed a short, 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 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 enough time to…"he went dumb

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

His reception to that question got me angry 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 arse, and occasionally take them from open lockers, if I cant find any abandoned ones."He paused for a few seconds and then said it"a month back I stole your briefs from your footlocker, I'm really disconsolate, I'm so no-good"he was back to panicking

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

His brass lightened up"Yes of course, I'll get you some new underclothes"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 be intimate each former, he worked as an architect and his name was John, all the patch I was sporting a hard stopcock under my towel. He asked me if he could keep open my athlete 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 into the storage locker elbow room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new acquaintance so I got dressed back into my gym dress including the supporter and we both left the gym and he asked if I wanted to go back to his place, he lived 10 arcminute from the gym.

He lived in a top floor, one bedroom flat with an open architectural plan living way and kitchen. He asked me to get well-off and if I wanted to give birth a shower I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got unclothe and stood there in his living room in my jocks, John returned from his bedroom with a box in his hands and placed it on the umber table and noticed that I was standing there in my jocks and his lip dropped broad 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 months, he had a pretty big ingathering of underwear sealed in airtight travelling bag. He told that by sealing the purse 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 storage locker a few calendar month back. There were my black Jockey shorts in his rightfulness hired man and his left hand stroking his putz through his boxers. I watched as he took my brief and held it up to his nose and inhaled in deeply. My cock grew hard in my suspensor as I watched his every action.

I took his hand and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the coffee table and got down in-between my peg and brought his olfactory organ up to my genitalia and inhaled trench, sent shudder down my sticker, precum was forming a berth on my jockstrap and he licked at the surface area, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my athlete covered stopcock. I couldn't help but let out a yearn moan, the soaked jock clung to my shaft and John was not letting the rate slow down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and tear my jocks 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 stopcock for the first of all sentence 7 thick inches of cock in front of me, he went down onto his knees and took my prick into his rima oris while squeezing my ass cheeks and running his hand up and down the sides of my leg. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my jock and wrapped it around my pecker and sucked me off into it. I cummed hard and I cummed a lot into the jock. He took the cum soaked 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 lavatory then, he had a foot fetish. He picked up both of my infantry and brought them together and started to suck on them, must accept it was delicate at get-go but I was to horny to refuse, he put his hammer in between my invertebrate foot which are now knavish with his saliva and started to pound them, he varied his focal ratio, 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 warhead which he happily licked up clean.

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