This is a true story and it happened a calendar month back in January, Name of somebody has been changed. This will also be my maiden clip writing a fib so please bear with me if its got a few error here and there and if it seems a bit rushed.

A little about myself, im 19 years old and 5ft5, brown skinned with inkiness whisker and look very suffer like with a lot of hair ( due to my hair colour being black-market, the hair is more obvious on my dark-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 member of. This good thing about this gym is its surface 24/7, which allows me to go there at sinful hours. I got to the gym around 2:20am, got changed into a black jersey and grey sweatpants with a pair of light greyness jockstraps underneath and then went down to the gym floor and saw that there were only three other people there, two ladies both looked in their mid 20s and a man in his ahead of time 30s.

I went about my common routine, 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 little weight training all the equipment are spread around the gym so have to walk from one end to the other etc. The altogether time I noticed the two ladies working out at one face of the gym on the stepper and the man would constantly move around the gym to a machine not immediately next to mine but nearby. This seemed a little weird at first but then i thought nothing of it and continued to wreak 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 rain shower and get changed. I got to the changing room it was a prissy spacious country, in through the door down a little corridor into a rectangle room with a long Bench in the in-between down the length of the room and storage locker on all the sides but one that had an archway leading onto a corridor to another pocket-size rectangle room on the left with a few more cabinet, down the corridor on the far right a rain shower arena with individual 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 line of a lot of people I don't know.

I got to my locker and took out my towel and placed in on the Bench then continued to get undressed, just as I took off my t-shirt I noticed the guy that I thought was following me around the gym was there in the storage locker elbow room and his footlocker was just one down from mine on the left. This was the number one time I got a proper look at him he was taller than me by a few column inch and was in in effect form he was wearing a red jersey and black shorts down to his knee, he had a wan skin tonicity 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 bottle and now I started to sense a little uncomfortable. The feeling 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 sock off and with my spine 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 couple of supporter, my butt nerve were on show, quickly turned to face him praying he didn't notice and saw him suddenly look away in the other direction. I wrapped my towel around my waist and pulled the athletic supporter off and placed them on my pile 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 cascade carrel were and one in the first corridor when you enter the changing room. The one in the shower arena was closer so I went there.

I drank some water then headed back to my locker as I forgot my shampoo and shower gel. I walked down the corridor denudate 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 jockstrap in his hand and his nose buried in them, eyes closed shut. Initially I was shocked and really furious and wanted to force in there and smell the guy across the facial expression, 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 gracious collapsible shelter 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 loose, his script fell from his aspect and my supporter fell to the primer coat. Look of complete shock, embarrassment and panic were over his facial expression. He shot to his feet, looked anywhere but towards me and was constantly mumbling out apologies. Honestly I found that wholly situation a bit funny and tried to suppress my laughter. He was in a precipitation to assemble 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 encamp very visible with the towel wrapped around my waist.

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

"Yes"short and blunt he mumbled out.

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

"I like the scent of used underwear especially I after a sweaty workout."He mumbled out as if he was disgusted at what he does"I noticed your physical exertion was pretty intense and you were sweating a fairly bit"
By now he had relaxed a little, he must've realised I wasn't angry at what I saw and I was rummy 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 first prison term 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 people to go to the exhibitor and then sit here and sniffle them ?"

His response 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 way empty I pick up all the abandoned and forgotten underwear left behind, and occasionally aim them from open up lockers, if I cant get any empty ones."He paused for a few seconds and then said it"a month back I stole your legal brief from your locker, I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry"he was back to panicking

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

His fount 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 athletic supporter and I admitted that I did.

We exchanged names and got to know each other, he worked as an architect and his name was St. John, all the while I was sporting a severely cock under my towel. He asked me if he could keep back my athlete and I agreed, must've been down to me being so turned on. It was now 4:30am and a few more hoi polloi started to come into the footlocker 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 minutes from the gym.

He lived in a top flooring, one bedroom flat with an open plan living elbow room and kitchen. He asked me to get comfortable and if I wanted to have a shower I could, the sweaty clothes were starting to cling to my skin so I got disrobe and stood there in his support way in my supporter, trick returned from his bedroom with a box in his manpower and placed it on the umber mesa and noticed that I was standing there in my jocks and his mouth dropped wide open up. 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 calendar month, he had a pretty big collection of underwear sealed in airtight bags. He told that by sealing the travelling bag it kept the tone sweet. He pulled out a pair that id seen before in fact they were mine the ace that were taken from my cabinet a few calendar month back. There were my fateful briefs in his right hand hand and his left hand stroking his stopcock through his shortstop. I watched as he took my briefs and held it up to his nozzle and inhaled in deeply. My stopcock grew hard in my suspensor as I watched his every action.

I took his hired man and placed it on my thigh and he took the cue, he moved the deep brown table and got down in-between my leg and brought his olfactory organ up to my crotch and inhale oceanic abyss, sent pall down my prickle, precum was forming a situation on my supporter and he licked at the area, slowly he opened his mouth and brought it down on my jock covered dick. I couldn't help but let out a farseeing groan, the soaked jock clung to my shaft and John the Evangelist was not letting the footstep slow down, he bobbed up and down.

He stood me up and get out my jocks 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 rooster for the starting time meter 7 duncish in of rooster in figurehead of me, he went down onto his knees and took my cock into his sass while squeezing my ass cheeks and running his hands up and down the position of my legs. I was close to cumming and im sure he sensed it as he picked up my athletic supporter and wrapped it around my cock and sucked me off into it. I cummed hard and I cummed a lot into the supporter. 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 Divine then, he had a foot fetish. He picked up both of my human foot and brought them together and started to absorb on them, must admit it was ticklish at first but I was to horny to refuse, he put his cock in between my feet which are now slick with his spittle and started to Syrian pound them, he varied his swiftness, going fast then slow down, 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 load which he happily licked up clean.

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