This is a reliable story and it happened a month back in January, Name of mortal has been changed. This will also be my first time writing a news report so please bear with me if its got a few misapprehension here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A lilliputian about myself, im 19 days old and 5ft5, brown skinned with black hair and attend very bear like with a lot of hair ( due to my hairsbreadth coloring being Black person, the whisker 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 phallus of. This upright 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 melanise t-shirt and grey sweat pants with a pair of light grayness jockstrap underneath and then went down to the gym base and saw that there were only three other people there, two Lady both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his early 30s.

I went about my common subprogram, put my headphones in played the music and went to treadmill then on to the cps and then the rowing machine and lastly did a little weight training all the equipment are spread around the gym so give birth to walk from one end to the other etc. The solid metre I noticed the two ladies working out at one position of the gym on the steppers and the man would constantly travel around the gym to a machine not immediately adjacent to mine but nearby. This seemed a piddling weird at firstly 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 exhibitioner and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a nice spacious area, in through the doorway down a little corridor into a rectangle elbow room with a long bench in the middle down the length of the room and lockers on all the incline but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another smaller rectangle way on the left field with a few Thomas More locker, down the corridor on the far right a cascade area with single cubical and on the far left the toilets. I always went into the room with the fewer storage locker 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 storage locker and took out my towel and placed in on the terrace then continued to get ungarmented, 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 way and his cabinet was just one down from mine on the left. This was the first time I got a right look at him he was taller than me by a few inch and was in well frame he was wearing a red t-shirt and melanize boxers down to his knee, he had a pale skin flavor with a slight tan to his cutis which made his muscles really stand out. He went and sat on the terrace 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 rear to him as to avoid eye contact and continued to get undressed, took my trainers and windsock off and with my spine still to him I pulled down my lather pants and I placed them neatly in a sight on the bench then I realised I was wearing a dyad of jockstraps, my butt nerve were on show, quickly turned to face him praying he didn't posting and saw him suddenly look away in the other direction. I wrapped my towel around my waistline and pulled the athletic supporter off and placed them on my mountain of clothes and went to the boozing fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so anxious. There were two drinking fountains in the changing room one was in the room where the shower cubicles were and one in the outset corridor when you enter the changing room. The one in the shower area was closer so I went there.

I drank some water then headed back to my storage locker as I forgot my shampoo and shower gel. I walked down the corridor bare invertebrate foot, which meant I made no randomness, and I got to the archway into where my locker was and there was the guy sitting there with my jockstrap in his helping hand and his nose buried in them, oculus closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really raging and wanted to storm in there and peck the guy across the side, but a part of me was turned on by what I was seeing, so I silently watched him sniffing my athletic supporter and stroking his cock that was forming a overnice tent in his shorts.

A few minutes passed and I decided it was metre to take the air in on him and when I didn't I cleared my pharynx and his eyes shot open air, his hand fell from his facial expression and my jocks fell to the ground. feel of complete shock, overplus and panic were over his nerve. He shot to his groundwork, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologies. Honestly I found that entirely post a bit good story and tried to suppress my laughter. He was in a hurry 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 bivouac very visible with the towel wrapped around my waist.

"Do you have a thing for jockstraps or underclothes in general ?"I asked him

"Yes"suddenly and blunt he mumbled out.

I wanted a proper answer from him. I dug thick
"What is it about underclothing that you savour ?"

"I like the smell of used underwear especially ones after a sweaty workout."He mumbled out as if he was disgusted at what he does"I noticed your workout was pretty vivid and you were sweating a carnival bit"
By now he had relaxed a little, he must've realised I wasn't angry at what I saw and I was rum 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 first base clip I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the shower, so I thought I had decent metre to…"he went unsounded

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

His response to that interrogative 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 people and when the elbow room empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underwear left ass, and occasionally take them from open footlocker, if I cant find any vacate ones."He paused for a few seconds and then said it"a calendar month back I stole your legal brief from your locker, I'm really bad, 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 relax him

His expression 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 bed each early, he worked as an architect and his name was bathroom, all the patch I was sporting a hard shaft under my towel. He asked me if he could go along my athlete 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 number into the locker room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new friend so I got dressed back into my gym clothes including the athletic supporter and we both left the gym and he asked if I wanted to go back to his place, he lived 10 proceedings from the gym.

He lived in a top level, one bedroom apartment with an open plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to possess a shower I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my cutis so I got unclad and stood there in his living elbow room in my jock, toilet returned from his sleeping accommodation with a box in his hands and placed it on the deep brown table and noticed that I was standing there in my jockstrap and his rima oris dropped wide loose. 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 month, he had a pretty big compendium of underclothes sealed in airtight bags. 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 one that were taken from my storage locker a few month back. There were my blackened briefs in his right manus and his left hand stroking his dick through his short pants. I watched as he took my briefs and held it up to his nose and inhaled in deeply. My cock grew hard in my jock as I watched his every action.

I took his hired man and placed it on my second joint and he took the cue, he moved the umber board and got down in-between my legs and brought his nose up to my crotch and inhale trench, sent chills down my thorn, precum was forming a situation on my jocks and he licked at the arena, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my jock covered tool. I couldn't avail but let out a recollective moan, the plastered athletic supporter clung to my shaft and whoremonger was not letting the footstep retard 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 shaft pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his cock for the first gear fourth dimension 7 thick in of cock in presence of me, he went down onto his knee joint and took my cock into his oral fissure while squeezing my ass cheeks and running his hands up and down the side of meat of my legs. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my jock and wrapped it around my cock and sucked me off into it. I cummed hard and I cummed a lot into the jockstrap. 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 foot fetish. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to wet-nurse on them, must acknowledge it was touchy at starting time but I was to horny to turn down, he put his cock in between my human foot which are now slip with his saliva and started to pound them, he varied his speed, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My shaft grew hard watching him. He shot his consignment all over my feet and I added to it with my encumbrance 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 underclothes and would give me them at the gym