There's a guy at my gym I am attracted to. Now, he's not super good looking, but he has a pretty good body and a real manly look: kind of scruffy beard, nice eyes and always wears a hat. I try not to stare but we've made eye contact a few times. No smiles or nods or anything and we haven't spoken to each other. The other day he was there and, from the sweat on his tee, he had clearly been there a while. I did some weights and then got on an elliptical. At one point he came over to the area in front of where I was and continued his workout, at one point he looked like he was posing. As he was standing in front of me I couldn't help but stare at his ass; it's a nice size - full and round. He turned around and caught me and, as quickly as I could, I looked away.
After I finished my cardio I was pretty soaked and made my way to the locker room to get my coat. As I was putting it on someone behind me said, "Excuse me." I turned around to find out it was him. Before I could respond he said, "You know it's not polite to stare at someone's ass." I was stunned, thinking of some reply, but he went on, "Not that I mind it," and gave me a half smile. OMG I was so turned on and tried to think of something to say. He then said, "Especially from someone like you." "I, I.'I..." I stammered. I have no idea where what I said next came from. "Would you wanna swap underwear?" "Now?" he asked, clearly taken off guard. After a few seconds he looked at me and said, "Sure."
I walked into the bathroom and into one of the stalls. He went into the one next to me. I pulled down my shorts and boxer briefs, which were more than damp. I balled the briefs up and held them at the space under the divider between the two stalls. He reached down and took them, then reciprocated. Like me, he wore boxer briefs. I took them and unrolled them. They were as wet as mine if not a little more so, and I brought them to my nose and took in a deep inhale. The scent was overwhelming; deeply musky and manly. "Oh man," I whispered and I guess he had done the same because I heard him say, "Fuuuuuuck."
I slid them on, one leg at a time and pulled them up; I could hear him doing the same. The briefs were still warm from his body and the thought that my cock and balls were resting right where his had been just moments ago made my cock swell, and I could feel the dampness from his crotch mingling with my own. I walked out of the stall, back to the locker and put on my coat. As he walked out of the locker room he said, "See 'ya tomorrow." "Yeah," I said, "See 'ya tomorrow." I walked into the gym and made my way to the exit, just catching his eye for a brief second. He gave no indication of even knowing me as he started his next set.
I got into my car and sat for a few seconds to calm down; my heart was racing. I looked around the parking lot to make sure nobody was around and, seeing the coast was clear, I pulled open the waistband of my shorts and bent down. I was greeted with the same heavy man scent from before with a slight hint of my own familiar musk. My semi-hard cock was oozing precum, but I started the car and headed to the grocery store, then to the dry cleaners then home. I was vibrating with arousal and I the only thing I could think of was how badly I needed to blow my load. I couldn't even put the food away, so I walked into my bedroom, lay down and pulled both my shorts and his underwear down my legs. Again, I put the briefs over my face and just lay there breathing in his smell, eyes closed.
I reached down and grabbed my now almost fully hard dick. My balls were pulled up tight, which I knew meant that I wasn't going to last long. Taking the briefs in my hand I wrapped my cock with it and began stroking, all the while thinking of my hot man and his sexy body and wondering what he was doing with mine. It wasn't long before I felt the familiar pull of orgasm and a few second later my load burst into the fabric, wetting it even more. When I finally came down from my high I brought the sweat and now semen soaked briefs up to my nose. Holy shit, the new smell was even more intoxicating. I put them to the side and got up to get showered and was faced with a dilemma: do I return them to him washed, as they are or does he not expect to get them back at all?
What was I to do?
After I finished my cardio I was pretty soaked and made my way to the locker room to get my coat. As I was putting it on someone behind me said, "Excuse me." I turned around to find out it was him. Before I could respond he said, "You know it's not polite to stare at someone's ass." I was stunned, thinking of some reply, but he went on, "Not that I mind it," and gave me a half smile. OMG I was so turned on and tried to think of something to say. He then said, "Especially from someone like you." "I, I.'I..." I stammered. I have no idea where what I said next came from. "Would you wanna swap underwear?" "Now?" he asked, clearly taken off guard. After a few seconds he looked at me and said, "Sure."
I walked into the bathroom and into one of the stalls. He went into the one next to me. I pulled down my shorts and boxer briefs, which were more than damp. I balled the briefs up and held them at the space under the divider between the two stalls. He reached down and took them, then reciprocated. Like me, he wore boxer briefs. I took them and unrolled them. They were as wet as mine if not a little more so, and I brought them to my nose and took in a deep inhale. The scent was overwhelming; deeply musky and manly. "Oh man," I whispered and I guess he had done the same because I heard him say, "Fuuuuuuck."
I slid them on, one leg at a time and pulled them up; I could hear him doing the same. The briefs were still warm from his body and the thought that my cock and balls were resting right where his had been just moments ago made my cock swell, and I could feel the dampness from his crotch mingling with my own. I walked out of the stall, back to the locker and put on my coat. As he walked out of the locker room he said, "See 'ya tomorrow." "Yeah," I said, "See 'ya tomorrow." I walked into the gym and made my way to the exit, just catching his eye for a brief second. He gave no indication of even knowing me as he started his next set.
I got into my car and sat for a few seconds to calm down; my heart was racing. I looked around the parking lot to make sure nobody was around and, seeing the coast was clear, I pulled open the waistband of my shorts and bent down. I was greeted with the same heavy man scent from before with a slight hint of my own familiar musk. My semi-hard cock was oozing precum, but I started the car and headed to the grocery store, then to the dry cleaners then home. I was vibrating with arousal and I the only thing I could think of was how badly I needed to blow my load. I couldn't even put the food away, so I walked into my bedroom, lay down and pulled both my shorts and his underwear down my legs. Again, I put the briefs over my face and just lay there breathing in his smell, eyes closed.
I reached down and grabbed my now almost fully hard dick. My balls were pulled up tight, which I knew meant that I wasn't going to last long. Taking the briefs in my hand I wrapped my cock with it and began stroking, all the while thinking of my hot man and his sexy body and wondering what he was doing with mine. It wasn't long before I felt the familiar pull of orgasm and a few second later my load burst into the fabric, wetting it even more. When I finally came down from my high I brought the sweat and now semen soaked briefs up to my nose. Holy shit, the new smell was even more intoxicating. I put them to the side and got up to get showered and was faced with a dilemma: do I return them to him washed, as they are or does he not expect to get them back at all?
What was I to do?
