I carefully stretched my arm muscles while flexing my entire body before the mirror and check myself out for a while. I could easily afford to do that - at this time, the gym locker room was deserted. Very few people came here this late at night, and that's what I liked. Privacy. It was almost absolute - I saw nobody else in the gym at this time and there was very little chance someone would come in and start working at this hour.
After I do my workouts, I always spend a little time looking at myself in the mirror - I don't care how narcissistic that is. It was an objective truth that my time at the gym was finally starting to pay off. Since I heard nobody outside of the locker room, I entertained myself by flexing in ridiculous poses for a while. While I was doing that, I inadvertently gave myself a half-chub, tenting the cloth of my underwear a little bit. I mindlessly rubbed the tip of my dick, horny thoughts swimming around in my mind. Working out always made me so horny... I felt so turned on, I wasn't sure if I was even able to make it back home without being hard the whole time.
A thought came to my mind. What if I just jerked off here? I took a long look around once again to make absolutely sure nobody was around. The place looked pretty deserted. Well... Maybe if I made it quick. I mean, the thrill of the chance of being caught was making the idea even more interesting. I'm sure no harm would come from it if I rubbed one out right into my jock... I mean, if I hear anyone coming, I'll just quickly put on my pants and tuck it away. What could go wrong, am I right?
As I was scanning the locker room with my eyes to make absolutely sure I'm alone, something caught my attention. A pair of boxer briefs laying on one of the benches. Curious, I came up to it and took it in my hands. They looked expensive, and so comfortable. The rubber band was red while the boxer briefs itself were pitch black, with red seams matching the band. I examined them with one hand, while the other one was still rubbing my crotch. I turned them inside out and found out that it had a couple of white stains in the front. Dried precum. The person wearing them was probably as excited as I usually am when I work out...
The image of some buff, sweaty guy, wearing these while tenting them to their limit, creating a nice, wet spot on the very tip while thinking about all kinds of filth... That was too much. My heart was beating hard as I slowly brought the underwear to my face. I breathed in deeply as my nose made contact with the cloth. A powerful, musky aroma hit my nose and connected right with my brain, making my cock jump around in my jockstrap. It was the smell of a man, a raw, stinky, sweaty mark of a real man's tool. The smell of his juicy crotch made my mouth water. I took another, deeper sniff and let the odor take over my entire body. I probably let out a silent moan or two... I was so horny it was impossible to hold back.
My hand drove right into my jockstrap, grabbing my throbbing dick and giving it a few strokes. I rubbed the filthy cloth all over my face, trying to get as much contact with it as possible. The man's sweat and pre were seeping into my skin, carrying the smell onto me. It felt so filthy, but I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was this man's mark, on his underwear and now also on my skin. In my nose. On my lips. I was so into it, I didn't even notice I wasn't alone...
All of a sudden, I felt two gigantic hands, clamping my forearms. I froze completely. Somebody was standing behind me, somebody really huge and scary, I could tell. I didn't see who it was, but I felt his presence, and I saw his shadow looming over me, interrupting the light from the lightbulb. I was way too scared to turn around and find out... There was no doubt that the guy knew exactly what I was up to. I knew I was in BIG trouble! How was this possible?! I was positive nobody else was at the gym at this hour! Well... Almost positive.
"What exactly were you doing with my underwear, you fuckin' perv?!" a deep voice growled behind my ear. It didn't yell, no, it was more of a ominous whisper. The owner of the underwear seemed incredibly pissed off.
My quivering lips opened to muster up a desperate apology, but the man interrupted me. "No need to answer... I know too well. I met guys like you. Filthy pigs who get off on the scent of actual men. Is that what you are? A filthy pig?"
Deciding that cooperating would be the safer choice, I nodded my head. That wasn't the only reason why I did it though. The tone of the man's voice was now leaning to a... suggestive side.
"Mmm... Figures. And did you like what you smelt there, pig?"
His hands moved from my forearms to my chest. My captor went straight for my nipples, as if he knew how incredibly sensitive I was there. I let out a gasp, as I felt his meaty fingers rub over them. Was he... making a move?
