This is a true floor and it happened a month back in January, Name of person has been changed. This will also be my first metre writing a account so please bear with me if its got a few mistakes here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A picayune about myself, im 19 old age old and 5ft5, brown skinned with dark fuzz and look very bear like with a lot of hair ( due to my hair people of colour being black, the hairsbreadth is more obvious on my brownness 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 metropolis centre of attention that im a extremity of. This honorable affair about this gym is its exposed 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 blackamoor tee shirt and grayish sweat pants with a pair of clean grey jockstraps underneath and then went down to the gym level and saw that there were only three former citizenry there, two ladies both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his early 30s.

I went about my common routine, put my headphones in played the medicine and went to treadmill then on to the cycle per second and then the row car and lastly did a piddling weight training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to walk from one end to the other etc. The unscathed prison term I noticed the two ladies working out at one side of the gym on the steppers and the man would constantly be active around the gym to a machine not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a trivial weird at first but then i thought nothing of it and continued to operate 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 possess a shower and get changed. I got to the changing elbow room it was a prissy spacious area, in through the door down a picayune corridor into a rectangle room with a long work bench in the middle 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 minor rectangle room on the leftfield with a few More locker, down the corridor on the far correct a shower area with individual 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 line 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 jersey I noticed the guy that I thought was following me around the gym was there in the storage locker room and his locker was just one down from mine on the left. This was the first base time I got a proper facial expression at him he was taller than me by a few inches and was in good material body he was wearing a red tee shirt and grim shorts down to his knee, he had a pale hide smell with a slight tan to his skin which made his sinew really stand out. He went and sat on the bench and drank from his bottle and now I started to experience a lilliputian 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 trainer and windsock off and with my spine still to him I pulled down my sweat pants and I placed them neatly in a pile on the terrace then I realised I was wearing a duet of jockstraps, my behind face were on display, quickly turned to look him praying he didn't observance and saw him suddenly look away in the other counsel. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the supporter off and placed them on my pile of wearing apparel and went to the drinking fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two boozing outpouring in the changing elbow room one was in the room where the shower carrel were and one in the first corridor when you enter the changing room. The one in the shower orbit was closer so I went there.

I drank some piss then headed back to my locker as I forgot my shampoo and exhibitioner gel. I walked down the corridor unornamented foot, which meant I made no haphazardness, and I got to the arch into where my storage locker was and there was the guy sitting there with my jocks in his handwriting and his nozzle buried in them, eye closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really raging and wanted to rage in there and taste the guy across the boldness, but a piece of me was turned on by what I was seeing, so I silently watched him sniffing my suspensor and stroking his cock that was forming a nice 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 centre scene open, his helping hand fell from his look and my jocks fell to the ground. Look of complete shock, plethora and panic were over his boldness. He shot to his feet, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologia. Honestly I found that whole spot a bit funny story and tried to suppress my laughter. He was in a hurry to cumulate 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 tent very seeable with the towel wrapped around my waist.

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

"Yes"shortsighted 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 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 physical exercise was pretty intense 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 queer about it. I was really interested in why he did what he did.

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

"No"he replied"this is the number one meter I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the shower, so I thought I had enough prison term to…"he went dumb

"Do you always wait for people to go to the shower and then sit here and whiff 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 people and when the rooms empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underclothes left behind, and occasionally remove them from open lockers, if I cant find any abandoned ones."He paused for a few irregular and then said it"a month back I stole your briefs from your storage locker, I'm really sorry, I'm so regretful"he was back to panicking

"Well in that shell you owe me new undies and a jockstrap"I joked trying to unwind him

His nerve 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 athlete and I admitted that I did.

We exchanged names and got to cognize each early, he worked as an architect and his name was Gospel According to John, all the while I was sporting a hard cock under my towel. He asked me if he could save 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 come into the cabinet room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new booster 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 situation, he lived 10 arcminute from the gym.

He lived in a top trading floor, one bedchamber flat tire with an open up plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get well-off and if I wanted to have a shower I could, the sweaty dress were starting to cling to my pelt so I got undressed and stood there in his keep elbow room in my jocks, John returned from his bedroom with a box in his hands and placed it on the chocolate table and noticed that I was standing there in my supporter and his backtalk dropped wide 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 collection 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 ones that were taken from my locker a few months back. There were my black briefs in his right hand and his allow 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 shaft 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 burnt umber tabular array and got down in-between my pegleg and brought his nose up to my crotch and inhaled deep, sent shivering down my spine, precum was forming a daub on my supporter and he licked at the area, slowly he opened his sassing and brought it down on my jock covered turncock. I couldn't help but let out a tenacious groan, the soaked suspensor clung to my dig and lav was not letting the pace slow 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 cock pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his rooster for the outset time 7 duncish inches of peter in strawman of me, he went down onto his human knee and took my cock into his lip while squeezing my ass impertinence and running his hands up and down the sides of my legs. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my athlete and wrapped it around my tool and sucked me off into it. I cummed operose 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 John then, he had a foot fetish. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to breastfeed on them, must hold it was ticklish at get-go but I was to horny to refuse, he put his cock in between my metrical foot which are now crafty with his spit and started to lb them, he varied his speed, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My rooster grew hard watching him. He shot his payload 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 sign of the zodiac and left for nursing home, but before leaving he agreed to buy me those new underclothes and would give me them at the gym