I'll admit it, I was a little intimidated when I first met Jim. At 6'8" he seemed to tower over my 6' body and his athletic build only made him more intimidating. Jim and I work at the same company but had always had "friends of friends" type of relationship. We said hi in the halls and had some conversations - but only if our other friends were around. Jim is five years older than me, married, has a kid, and I just assumed didn't have a lot of the same interests as me. I thought he was a cool guy but never really felt like the sentiment was shared. Fortunately for me, that was all about to change.
In trying to make some new friends I set up a happy hour with some of my co-workers. Jim was of course invited as I wanted to try to talk to him in a little more relaxed setting. By the day it was actually going to happen, a few people had backed out and it was only Jim, myself, and one other co-worker. While this was a little awkward for me at first, once the beers began to flow Jim started to open up to me and we had a lot of good conversations. A couple of times through the night he reached over the table to give me a pat on the back for telling a good joke. That's when I realized how nice it was to have his large, strong hands on my body. However, knowing that he was a married man I chalked it up to just being buds and was happy to have made a new friend.
A few days went by and Jim and I had started talking more to each other over the company IM system at work. Usually, it was just trading funny links, telling stories, or pointing out hot girls in the office (I at least pretended to be interested). Also, I started to see Jim at our company's gym in the morning. Most of times I was leaving just as he was getting in, but we would exchange fist bumps or high fives just to get the morning started. I guess this led Jim to the same conclusion I had come to; why not meet in the gym in the morning and be workout partners.
"Hey man, wanted to run by you the idea of maybe hitting the gym together tomorrow morning." Jim IM'd to me one afternoon.
"Sure. That could work." I said. Trying not to be too excited by the thought of seeing this guy change in the locker room. I have a bit of an underwear fetish, so I've always wanted to see what he's got on underneath.
"Sweet. I'll try to be there between 5:45 and 6:00 and we can just figure the rest out from there". Jim replied.
I was very excited the next morning as I put on my gym shorts and laced up my shoes. Not only will I probably get to see this guy changing in the locker room but I've also made a new friend - something I'm not usually good at. I got to work right around 5:45 and ran into Jim on my way to the elevator. We walked to the gym and discussed what we were going to work out that morning and then making some plans for the rest of the week. I came in my gym clothes but he had to change first before starting. I put my bag in a locker and turned around to engage Jim in some conversation while waiting for him to change. When he took off his green polo shirt I was greeted by a smooth, muscular chest and slightly defined abs. He had some interesting tattoos, but I tried to just maintain eye contact so he didn't get creeped out by me. Jim undid the fly to his khaki pants and slid them down to reveal black boxer-briefs that rode a little high on his thigh due to his tall stature. He bent over to grab his gym gear and gave me a nice view of the black fabric hugging his muscular butt. He got dressed and we headed out to the gym.
The workout was nothing too exciting. We were both learning each other's preferences, limits, and goals and just tried to keep it casual to start with. It was soon time to hit the showers so we weren't late for or desks. Jim and I chatted as we started to undress. I took off my shoes, socks, and shirt and threw them in my locker. I stood up to slide off my shorts and reveal my bright orange sports briefs that I always wear for working out. Turning to Jim I saw that he was just standing in his boxer-briefs pulling his clean clothes out of the locker. He saw my briefs (how could he not?) and raised and eyebrow, but didn't say anything about it. He quickly removed his underwear, wrapped a towel around himself and I followed suit. We headed to the individual showers and selected our own stalls. We changed into our work clothes (him with a pair of grey boxer-briefs on now and me wearing some dark blue briefs) and headed upstairs. The rest of the day we chatted a bit over IM and agreed to meet again the next morning.
This went on for a week or so. We would meet every morning at the gym and lift weights together. I was growing stronger every day and so was our friendship. My first impressions about Jim were wrong and I was a lot less intimidated by him than before. I loved getting to see him in his underwear every day (always boxer-briefs in one color or another) as well as more of his nude body as we both became more comfortable around each other. One Friday morning after our workout together, Jim IM'd me with a request I was more than happy to help with.
"So, I'm thinking of maybe doing cardio next week. Probably the treadmill or something. Would it be weird if I borrowed a couple pairs of your underwear for running? I noticed you're always in briefs and figure you know what's good for support. The wife loves me in boxer-briefs but I'm thinking I'm gonna need the briefs for running." Jim said.
"Ha ha. Sure man, no problem. I'll bring in a couple pairs for you Monday morning." I replied.
I couldn't wait for Monday. The thought of this tall, muscular man in briefs - not to mention my briefs - was almost too much to handle. I made sure to grab a few pairs I thought would look good on him. I got a couple colors of my normal sport briefs and then threw in some extra styles that I had to give him a variety. Monday morning, we met in the gym at our normal time. Jim stripped down to his boxer-briefs and jokingly asked if I had something for him. I pulled the stack of briefs out of my bag and handed them to him explaining the variety... or something as to not sound too weird. He smiled, thanked me, and picked out a pair of black sports briefs. Jim pulled down his boxer-briefs giving me a glimpse at his full package - moderately hairy, large low-hanging balls, and a meaty circumcised cock. He pulled the briefs on and adjusted his package in the now bulging pouch perfectly outlining what I had just seen. "Fits perfectly." he remarked before putting on the rest of his clothes. We grabbed treadmills next to each other, did our cardio and came back to the locker room about 45 minutes later to change. Jim looked absolutely god-like in my briefs and thanked me again for letting him borrow them. He said he would just hold on to them until the end of the week when his wife does laundry and he can give me all the pairs back.
The week went on and each day I got to see Jim in a pair of my briefs. Friday afternoon rolled around and I was trying to get some programming done before leaving for the weekend. I didn't have any real plans, but I just wanted to start a nice relaxing weekend. The message box popped up on my computer with an IM from my new buddy Jim.
