This is a admittedly story and it happened a month back in Jan, Name of soul has been changed. This will also be my first 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 lilliputian about myself, im 19 long time old and 5ft5, brown skinned with nigrify hair and look very expect like with a lot of hair ( due to my hair colour being bootleg, the hair is more obvious on my brown cutis ) 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 center that im a appendage of. This right matter about this gym is its candid 24/7, which allows me to go there at ungodly hours. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a black t-shirt and grey sweat pants with a twain of light grey jockstraps underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three other masses there, two ladies both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his ahead of time 30s.

I went about my usual routine, put my headphones in played the music and went to treadmill then on to the Hz and then the rowing machine and lastly did a petty weight 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 ladies working out at one side of the gym on the steppers and the man would constantly move around the gym to a machine not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a fiddling weird at first but then i thought zilch 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 exhibitor and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a skillful roomy region, in through the doors down a little corridor into a rectangle room with a long Bench in the midriff down the length of the room and lockers on all the sides but one that had an arch leading onto a corridor to another smaller rectangle room on the left hand with a few more footlocker, down the corridor on the far right a shower area with individual cubical and on the far left the privy. 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 storage locker and took out my towel and placed in on the Bench then continued to get unattired, just as I took off my tee shirt 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 inches and was in good figure he was wearing a red jersey and black shorts down to his knee, he had a pale skin tone with a flimsy tan to his pelt which made his muscles really stand out. He went and sat on the Bench and drank from his nursing bottle and now I started to feel a lilliputian uncomfortable. The feeling of being followed came back to me. I turned my back to him as to keep off eye contact and continued to get undressed, took my flight simulator and air sock off and with my back 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 duo of suspensor, my target cheeks were on appearance, 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 waist and pulled the suspensor off and placed them on my muckle of clothes and went to the boozing fountain, as my throat was now painfully dry after being so nervous. There were two drunkenness fountains in the changing room one was in the room where the exhibitioner cubicles were and one in the world-class corridor when you enter the changing elbow room. The one in the shower surface area was closer so I went there.

I drank some body of water then headed back to my cabinet as I forgot my shampoo and shower bath gel. I walked down the corridor au naturel substructure, 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 jocks in his handwriting and his scent buried in them, eyes closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really furious and wanted to storm in there and smack the guy across the face, but a part of me was turned on by what I was seeing, so I silently watched him sniffing my jockstrap 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 eyes shot open up, his deal fell from his face and my jocks fell to the primer. looking at of complete electrical shock, embarrassment and panic were over his face. He shot to his feet, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologia. Honestly I found that whole situation a bit shady and tried to suppress my laughter. He was in a hurry to gather his stuff and farewell 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 thing for jockstraps or underwear in general ?"I asked him

"Yes"short and blunt he mumbled out.

I wanted a proper resolution from him. I dug rich
"What is it about underwear that you bask ?"

"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 exercising was pretty vivid and you were sweating a fair bit"
By now he had relaxed a lilliputian, he must've realised I wasn't angry at what I saw and I was curious about it. I was really worry in why he did what he did.

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

"No"he replied"this is the first time I've been caught, I thought u left to go to the shower, so I thought I had enough time to…"he went silent

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

His response to that question got me angry but only for a few seconds.
"No I'm never in this early on, I'm usually here when there's a lot of people and when the rooms empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underclothing left bum, and occasionally study them from open footlocker, if I cant find any abandoned ones."He paused for a few seconds and then said it"a month back I stole your brief from your cabinet, I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry"he was back to panicking

"Well in that case you owe me new undies and a suspensor"I joked trying to relax him

His face lightened up"Yes of trend, I'll get you some new underwear"He then asked me if I got turned on from seeing him sniffing my athletic supporter and I admitted that I did.

We exchanged names and got to know each other, he worked as an designer and his public figure was john, all the while I was sporting a heavily turncock under my towel. He asked me if he could stay fresh my supporter 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 locker elbow room. I was in no way finished speaking to my new friend so I got dressed back into my gym dress including the jock and we both left the gym and he asked if I wanted to go back to his piazza, he lived 10 minutes from the gym.

He lived in a top floor, one bedroom flatbed with an open plan living room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to have a shower I could, the sweaty dress were starting to cling to my skin so I got unclad and stood there in his living room in my athlete, John returned from his bedroom with a box in his hands and placed it on the coffee table and noticed that I was standing there in my jocks and his mouth dropped wide open. 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 months, he had a pretty big compendium of underclothes sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the grip it kept the flavor unused. He pulled out a couple 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 brief in his right hand and his allow hand stroking his cock through his underdrawers. I watched as he took my legal brief and held it up to his olfactory organ and inhaled in deeply. My cock grew hard in my jocks as I watched his every action.

I took his hand and placed it on my second joint and he took the cue, he moved the coffee table and got down in-between my ramification and brought his nose up to my genitals and inhaled deep, sent frisson down my spine, precum was forming a patch on my jocks and he licked at the orbit, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my jock covered turncock. I couldn't help but let out a long moan, the gazump jock clung to my shaft and John was not letting the yard slacken down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and pulled my athletic supporter down and now there I was naked in social movement of him, with my cock pointing out towards him. He stripped down and I saw his pecker for the first prison term 7 thick inches of prick in front of me, he went down onto his human knee and took my turncock into his mouth while squeezing my ass cheeks and running his hands up and down the sides of my ramification. 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 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 the Evangelist then, he had a foot fetish. He picked up both of my feet and brought them together and started to fellate on them, must admit it was delicate at offset but I was to horny to turn down, he put his cock in between my fundament which are now slick magazine with his saliva and started to pound sterling them, he varied his amphetamine, going fast then slow, he didn't want this to end. My stopcock grew hard watching him. He shot his load all over my groundwork and I added to it with my load which he happily licked up clean.

It was now 8am and I really had to get habitation, 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 pay me them at the gym