A Fetish For Mens Underwear

I was in the changing rooms at the gym after a workout, as I stood removing my sweaty gym kit I noticed a bloke enter and stand three or four lockers down. He was a tall stocky guy and I had seen him at the gym a number of times with his Mrs and as I glanced over at him he nodded. He was a few pounds overweight but it suited him. "Have a good work out?" he asked in a husky voice. "Yeah pretty good thanks" I replied as I pulled off my shorts quickly followed by underwear and I put them on the long wooden bench. I reached for my towel which I wrapped around my waist before heading for the showers. I hung my towel on the hook in the shower cubicle and cursed as I realised I had left my shower gel in my locker due to the distraction. I grabbed my towel and hurried back and as I got to the changing area I witnessed the guy stood still dressed in his gym gear with my underpants in his hand holding them to his face. He lowered his hand quickly as he instinctively sensed someone's presence and when he realised it was me there was a look of sheer panic on his face. He scrunched them up in his hand clearly in the hope I had not noticed. I was unsure what to say so I went to my locker and reached for my shower gel and held it up. "I forgot this" I said forcing a smile. "Oh right" he said looking a little flustered. I made my way back to the showers a little amused by what had happened and also a little aroused by the thought of him sniffing the groin of my underpants. I took my time showering and by the time I got back I noticed his locker was empty. I looked down at my gym kit on the bench and noticed the blue underwear lay out on my shorts where not my own. When I got home I went to my room and stripped naked before lying on my back on the bed. My cock had been hard the whole journey home on the bus and as I lay stroking I turned and reached for my sports bag and retrieved the blue underpants. They were still damp to the touch and at first I just held them up as I stroked myself, picturing the bloke to whom they belonged and wondering how he looked naked. I lowered the underwear slowly and as I held them just above my nose I took a deep inhale. A strong musky odour immediately filled my nose and I felt a rush as I gripped my fist around the shaft of my erect cock. I pressed the front pouch of the fabric against my face firmly as I inhaled several more times in quick succession, each breath in filled my lungs with a manly intoxicating scent that made my head light. I opened my mouth wide and gasped and the remnants of flavour infused in the fabric filtered out on to my lips and tongue. I felt my cock throb and ache at this new experience that felt kind of weird and kinky, but at the same time exhilarating and arousing. "Dirty fucker!" I muttered to myself as I continued to enjoy the moment. Exploring the strong man scents that emanated from the underwear and give me a thrill knowing his cock and balls had been cradled right there, held tight and supported as he had worked out and sweated just an hour before. Part of me felt dirty and disgusted at my newly found fetish, but the overwhelming sensation was one of being extremely turned on and so long as my cock throbbed rapidly I continued, breathing alternately in deep sharp breaths through my mouth and nose until I felt myself reach orgasm and the most intense ejaculation. A thick spray of cum sprayed up over my torso as I groaned and gagged myself with the fabric, pushing the damp material deep in my mouth as another intense eruption followed. My body tensed and my back arched off the mattress as I maintained the position, every muscle in my body tightened and my toes curled as I held my breath until I could hold it no more. I collapsed on the bed removing the underwear from my mouth and gasping for air, amazed by the pleasure and euphoria I felt. Days passed followed by weeks and whilst I saw his wife a few times coming out of her yoga class I never saw him. I figured maybe he was too embarrassed or had scarred himself off. Then just over a month later when I entered the changing room there he was stood pealing his sweat stained t shirt up over his head exposing his hairy upper torso. I nodded and said hi and he responded with a brief hey there as he kicked off his trainers and removed his socks before pulling down his shorts and underwear. He put them on the bench in one tangled heap. I glanced down to see his thick stubby cock surrounded by a mass of dark hair and two large hanging nuts. It was refreshing to see a bloke that was not shaved or trimmed down there and I found myself having a good look as he reached in his locker for his towel. He hung his towel over his shoulder and faced me hands on hips "Don't forget your shower gel this time" he said with a smile. "No I wont" I chuckled making eye contact with him and felt my heart flutter. I recalled how his most intimate of parts smelt and could feel myself getting aroused at the thought as our eyes remained locked well I better take a shower because I stink he commented with a smirk Yeah me too I replied and watched as he turned and walked away, my focus drawn to his perfectly shaped chunky hairy ass above his thick meaty thighs. I returned from the shower to see his kit still on the bench and once dressed I looked around to make sure I was alone. I snatched his damp sweaty underwear from inside his shorts and replaced them with my own as I smiled to myself. My cock quickly began to stiffen in anticipation and I knew when I got home I would be able to close my eyes and picture the manly package that had been filling them as I masturbated again to his musky odours. Part 2 will follow if any interest in subject matter