This is a honest story and it happened a calendar month back in Jan, Name of mortal has been changed. This will also be my first prison term writing a story so delight 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 class old and 5ft5, brown skinned with mordant hair and search very behave like with a lot of hair ( due to my hair colour being pitch blackness, the haircloth is more obvious on my Robert 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 marrow that im a extremity of. This good affair about this gym is its open 24/7, which allows me to go there at sinful hours. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a black T-shirt and grayness sweat pants with a yoke of promiscuous grey jockstraps underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three former people there, two ladies both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his early 30s.

I went about my common routine, put my phone in played the medicine and went to treadmill then on to the cycle and then the rowing machine and lastly did a slight weight training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to walk from one end to the other etc. The whole sentence I noticed the two lady working out at one side of the gym on the stepping motor and the man would constantly propel around the gym to a machine not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a little Weird at number one but then i thought nothing of it and continued to figure out 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 courteous spacious area, in through the threshold down a little corridor into a rectangle way with a recollective bench in the centre down the distance of the room and lockers on all the English but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another smaller rectangle way on the left with a few Sir Thomas More locker, down the corridor on the far properly a shower field with person cubical and on the far left the stool. 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 forepart of a lot of people I don't know.

I got to my locker and took out my towel and placed in on the terrace then continued to get ungarbed, 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 footlocker was just one down from mine on the left. This was the first time I got a proper smell at him he was taller than me by a few inches and was in good build he was wearing a red t-shirt and black shortstop down to his knee joint, he had a pale skin note 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 bottleful and now I started to find a short uncomfortable. The look of being followed came back to me. I turned my back to him as to avoid eye contact and continued to get undressed, took my trainers and drogue off and with my back still to him I pulled down my swither pants and I placed them neatly in a pile on the bench then I realised I was wearing a pair of supporter, my butt cheeks were on appearance, quickly turned to front 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 drinking outflow, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two imbibing fountains in the changing room one was in the room where the shower cubicles were and one in the first corridor when you enter the changing elbow room. The one in the shower bath area was closer so I went there.

I drank some water then headed back to my locker as I forgot my shampoo and rain shower gel. I walked down the corridor bare animal 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 deal and his olfactory organ 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 aspect, but a part of me was turned on by what I was seeing, so I silently watched him sniffing my jocks and stroking his rooster that was forming a nice tent in his shorts.

A few minutes 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 blastoff open, his hired man fell from his face and my jocks fell to the terra firma. face of complete shock, embarrassment and panic were over his case. He shot to his pes, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apology. Honestly I found that unanimous site a bit funny and tried to bottle up my laughter. He was in a hurry to gather his stuff and leave and it was obvious he was really panicking was constantly dropping matter. I was still turned on from what I had seen, my tent very seeable with the towel wrapped around my waist.

"Do you have a matter for jockstraps or underwear in ecumenical ?"I asked him

"Yes"myopic and blunt he mumbled out.

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

"I like the odor of used underwear especially 1 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 bazaar bit"
By now he had relaxed a niggling, 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 first off metre I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the rain shower, so I thought I had enough time to…"he went silent

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

His reply to that doubtfulness got me angry but only for a few seconds.
"No I'm never in this former, 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 strike them from assailable lockers, if I cant find any abandoned ones."He paused for a few arcsecond and then said it"a month back I stole your briefs from your footlocker, I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry"he was back to panicking

"fountainhead in that case you owe me new undies and a jockstrap"I joked trying to loose him

His face lightened up"Yes of course, I'll get you some new underclothing"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 know each former, he worked as an architect and his figure was John, all the while I was sporting a hard cock under my towel. He asked me if he could keep my supporter and I agreed, must've been down to me being so turned on. It was now 4:30am and a few more than citizenry started to come in 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 supporter and we both left the gym and he asked if I wanted to go back to his place, he lived 10 minutes from the gym.

He lived in a top floor, one bedroom flat tire with an open plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to give birth a shower I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got undressed and stood there in his living way in my jocks, John returned from his sleeping accommodation with a box in his hired man and placed it on the coffee table and noticed that I was standing there in my suspensor and his sass dropped broad open. He asked me to sit on the sofa with him and opened the box.

Inside the box were all the underclothes he had acquired over the month, he had a pretty big collecting of underwear sealed in airtight purse. He told that by sealing the suitcase it kept the smell unfermented. He pulled out a duet that id seen before in fact they were mine the ones that were taken from my storage locker a few month back. There were my Negro brief in his rectify bridge player and his leftfield handwriting stroking his cock through his shorts. I watched as he took my legal brief and held it up to his nozzle and inhaled in deeply. My putz 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 coffee berry table and got down in-between my legs and brought his nose up to my crotch and inhale deep, sent quiver down my spine, precum was forming a spot on my jock and he licked at the country, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my jockstrap covered prick. I couldn't help but let out a recollective groan, the soaked jock clung to my slam and John was not letting the pace slow up down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and overstretch my athlete down and now there I was naked in front man of him, with my cock pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his shaft for the first time 7 wooden-headed inches of cock in front of me, he went down onto his knees and took my hammer into his mouth while squeezing my ass cheeks and running his hands up and down the side 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 cock and sucked me off into it. I cummed hard and I cummed a lot into the jock. 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 Saint John then, he had a foot hoodoo. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to suck up on them, must admit it was touchy at first but I was to horny to refuse, he put his cock in between my animal foot which are now silken with his saliva and started to pound them, he varied his pep pill, 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 loading which he happily licked up clean.

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