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But I’ll be honest, this was also a way for me to check out all the guys too. By the machines, I had a nice view of the males, seeing their muscles flex as they lifted weights, or their form as they jogged on the treadmill, too focused to realize me gawking. In the locker rooms and showers, they hung about, topless with their chiselled abs in full view. Others were in just their underwear, which never really hid their size at all, and showed off their toned glutes.\n\nWith the very casual nature of the place, it wasn’t uncommon for them to leave their stripped clothing on the common bench whilst they headed to a cubicle to bathe. Here, I could sneakily gaze at their choice of undergarments, taking note of the brand, the fabric they preferred. Even as I struck conversation with some of them, it was hard to resist checking their bodies out. I guess under other circumstances, I would have stopped going to the gym the moment my physique had improved. But the sight of such good looking men, always brought me back.\n\nIt was just another day of me doing my usual sets. I found myself striking up more small talk with the regulars I had come to know and become friends with. One of them had made the mistake of wearing white shorts, and as he did squats, his underwear became quite visible as sweat made it more translucent by the minute.\n\nThat there was quite the sight, but not exactly arousal inducing, especially when I was panting, muscles straining to finish my fifth set. I’d definitely daydream about that view later back home, and even made a point to check him out later in the showers. But for now, I had to finish my routine, and maybe add some work on my cores.\n\nWhat I would then do as I always finished, would be to hang about in my underwear in the locker area, pretending to get some texts in, towel still wrapped around my waist. I would watch guys, while stealthily touching myself as my eyes fixed onto their bodies. My hand would sneak beneath the towel, and grope my bulge as I relished in the fleeting seconds most of the men stayed in their underwear or nude, all doing their own thing. I did mentally compare sizes, but somehow seeing bulges instead added to my own erection.\n\nAdmittedly, I often got carried away, seeing a few change right in front of me, and I found myself rubbing my crotch till I would accidentally climax. It was no doubt a weird feeling, unloading myself into my briefs, but thankfully I always had my towel to keep this all under wraps. Usually if I were more aware, I’d shift straight into a toilet, and have a proper orgasm. But the idea that I had jizzed with no one the wiser, kinda added to the thrill. Once it was all done, I’d get dressed, and leave. No need to stay any longer now that I had my fun.\n\nExcept that was the start of this strange set of events that would soon happen. I wasn’t prepared, and it swept me right off my feet too.\n\n\n\nI had exited out from the showers, dried and wrapped in a towel, intending to slip into my briefs, and check out guys once more like always. Like this, my erection would be unnoticed, and I would treat myself to all the eye candy I wished for. Though I immediately realized, something was amiss as I approached the common bench I left my things on.\n\nMy clothes were there still, both the ones worn for exercise and the fresh change. But the briefs I donned for gym was gone.\n\nYou’d probably expect it to be a simple mistake. Maybe someone else had worn the same color, and didn’t realize he had taken my underwear in place, or had taken both pairs by accident. I was only slightly irritated, knowing that whoever took it would probably have thrown it away, or come back the next day and left it on a hook. It was at least better than my first time at the gym, when someone had taken my fresh shirt by accident. Going home that day was just unpleasant.\n\nAnother day came and went, and I was certain I lost a pair. Oh well, I wouldn’t really miss them. Plus I had enough underwear at home too. I didn’t think much of it, and simply got myself dressed, deciding to make a beeline home. The next day however, as I finished my shower after my usual gym session again, I saw my stuff on the bench was untouched, but my own original used pair from back then, had been placed beside it, intentionally.\n\nThe irritation I had back then now morphed, and now in its place was arousal, threatening to make me erect as I stood in nothing but a towel. There were marks of perspiration on the grey bikinis, and the smell of sweat emanated strongly from them; a smell that was not familiar. Someone had raided my stuff, and took my used undies, and had worn them for exercise today. Now here they were once more, as if left here for me.\n\nI looked about, cautious of any eyes on me. No one around. Good. No shadows or sounds of people walking up. Good too. I picked up the pair of bikini briefs and gave it another whiff, and groaned at the musk.\n\nTo say I was horny, would not fully describe the state my mind was in. Someone had taken my underwear for themselves, relished in wearing it, and added their own musty scent to it. Beside the sweaty pair though, were briefs that I did not recognize. They were a faded red, and had a strange homely smell. I found myself rather occupied by it and kept it pressed to my nose, unable to stop inhaling this soft gentle scent.\n\nBut I couldn’t stand about and treat these red briefs like an oxygen mask. I had to wear them, and get dressed and head home. Sure I had my clean pair, but I was thinking too much with my dick, and these red ones were irresistible. The other grey used one, well, I would wash it immediately when I got back, no way would I drive home in a sweaty pair. Although now, I was curious about this strange locker raider, whom took over most of my thoughts as I headed back. Who was he? What did he look like? What else was he doing with the underwear I had worn for that day? All this made me tent the red bikinis, and I snuck a few gropes in, moaning a bit as I felt the material of this foreign underwear.\n\nLet’s just say that, later that night, I was still wearing them as I laid in bed. I groped and played with my bulge, actually enjoying how comfy the undies felt on my body. It took me quite the will to not accidentally mess them up, and it was so hard to stop looking at how nice of a bulge they gave me. It was so comfy, and they had a barely-there feel which was nice. Sleeping later on took a lot longer, what with me constantly touching my package, but regardless, when I did fall asleep, I slept well.\n\nOnce again the next day, as I headed for the showers after another session, I decided to see who was this mysterious person was. Maybe I could catch him red handed as he dug about to find the red bikinis he planted. I had so many questions I wanted to ask him, and I was intent on discovering who this person was. Already I was forming the questions in my head and the words i would say, and doing my reps and sets didn’t distract me one bit from this.\n\nThough it seemed, he knew what I was thinking, and even before I went to the shower area, he had already found my locker. There, amongst all the shut ones, was mine, wide open as well.\n\nI had not expected him to be this crafty, but he was. After all, he managed to snag away my worn bikini briefs. It had to be this unknown person, and my gut said so too. A part of me ought to have been peeved, that this same person had managed to fiddle with my own personal storage, and look through my stuff. I had always known the holding cabinets to be quite faulty, and the counter was no stranger to several disgruntled patrons complaining about the jammed locks. Mine was no exception too, I could force it open by tugging it from an angle. This person must have done the same as well, meaning he was one of the premiums perhaps. But all I felt was anticipation, eagerness to see what this stranger left. He must have finished before me, and as I opened the locker door, I blushed once more.\n\nThe red bikinis weren’t there, the pair I wore for exercise today was nowhere to be found too, my fresh change was gone as well. Now in their place, was a pair of black bikinis; once again, not mine, left by this mysterious person. This meant the only undies I had were from this stranger, and I couldn’t really leave the gym going commando too. He had technically forced me to wear his briefs, or go without any at all, and that thought was so incredibly arousing.\n\nIt was a good thing my legs were pressed together, since they held my growing erection in place, preventing any obvious tell of my horniness. I gingerly picked up the black bikinis, and give them a whiff as well. I gritted my teeth, heartbeat speeding up.\n\nMusk. Strong musk. The same type from the red pair, and once again I found myself pressing it into my face. As I inhaled deeply, I then felt something wet, something sticky. No. It couldn’t be. I looked at it again, blushing red. Of all the fantasies I had, this seemed unlikely yet...\n\nThe wetness was that of cum. A cold spot on the black fabric. I whiff the jizzed area, and had to resist groaning, the smell so utterly good, and I had to stop myself from stuffing it into my nose to sniff. Rationale was kicked out the window, shoved haphazardly out without a second thought. I had to wear it, and feel it. Now.\n\nSlipping to a cubicle, driven by lust, I took my time slipping it on, feeling how nicely it fit my crotch and rear. The jizzed area was damp and felt so damn good as it came into contact with my erection. The snugness and good fit, it was figuratively asking for some gropes, sensual and slow, as I looked at myself.\n\nThe thoughts still lingered in my mind, regarding this strange person. He was obviously into this, sending me his own creamed bikinis to wear, possibly taking mine to sniff and have fun in. Was he wearing my fresh change now? Maybe if I looked, I would find one other Snakari or Macan sporting my green undies.\n\nNo. Definitely not. He probably would have left already, he obviously knew me well enough to evade my schedule. But still, the idea of us trading briefs in such a fashion, not to mention he might have checked me out in the locker room or as I worked out. I groped myself again, other hand on my ass, eliciting another moan. I knew what I had to do, and headed home once more.\n\nAt night, I couldn’t resist checking myself out. I looked at my body in the mirror, eyeing the package these briefs gave. I wish I knew what brand they were, but this person had cut the label off, leaving me puzzled and searching online for something similar but to no avail. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of these undies, and they weren’t too far off from the types i usually wore. My dark orange scales showed well in them too, and it felt good to sleep in them. But even as I shut my eyes, this unknown person kept plaguing my thoughts, and I wondered, what was he getting at with this?\n\nI needed to know, and I need to find out more about him.\n\nAgain the next day, I headed to gym, still wanting to catch this person, and ask how he managed to evade my pursuit. I had checked before going for my exercise, and found nothing out of the ordinary. In the midst of it, still nothing again. As I did my bicep curls, I kept a mental tab of the people about, thinking about who would possibly be the one behind all this. Perhaps once they did the deed, I could single out the few who had left after I was done, and use a process of elimination to find him. But it seemed, nothing had happened, and i had another fun night in the black undies.\n\nThe next day, as I kept watch on my stuff, not a thing happened too. The day after that, still zilch, as if he was aware of my moves, and laid low.\n\nThe more I thought about it, the more distracted I became. Who was he? Maybe he was like me, or perhaps he was one of the bigger males. I tried to imagine some of the gym friends I had in place of this hidden person, but it seemed none of them really fit the bill. I went back home, once again enjoying the black one he had left behind. I was half disappointed, that he hadn’t given me anything new, but my sexual side somewhat relished in the undies he left.\n\nThe next day, I had to use the size of the bikinis he left as a comparison, and already it scratched out several of the larger framed gym users. Though as I finished my session and went back to my locker to check, still there was nothing from this person. I felt a bit disheartened, which spoke volumes about how interested I was in him doing something else. Maybe he would come by this time as I took my shower. Still hopeful, I went ahead with the plan to pretend to wash myself. But as I opened my locker, he had proven to be the smarter one.\n\nNow my spare and my worn briefs from yesterday were together, and the black bikinis in my bag were gone. Surprised, I picked them both up, and immediately I realized the supposed fresh pair had been worn for a workout. The smell was more than obvious, and I sighed.\n\nOn one hand I was glad he had returned my underwear back, on the other hand, what could I change into after my shower? The answer, I immediately realized, was hanging on the inside hook of my locker door. He had left a dark green pair of bikini briefs, and it had the unmistakable stain of jizz once more on it.\n\nI was utterly horny, and went about showering and cleaning myself up posthaste. I speedily soaped myself, rinsed, as if I had to get as much time as possible to wear those cute briefs. Once dry, I immediately slipped the jizzed undies on, hands shaking a bit from excitement. Like the past two times, it fit so nicely, and the warmth on my erection just added to the arousal I had. I couldn’t wait, and found myself leaning against a dry part of the cubicle, and groped myself. The fabric was so smooth, and the jizz on it was still fresh as if left there almost recently. I couldn’t help myself, I had to relieve my needs. My hands responded, groping and squeezing the bulge I sported, giving me soft waves of pleasure. I imagined him doing the same, possibly donning my sweaty pair, or sniffing it as he prepared the next bikini briefs to give to me. I kept picturing a hunk emerging from the showers, slightly shiny from water, and sporting maybe a bright pair of briefs. Maybe he had a cobra hood, and winked at me. Since he had left a gift in these bikinis, I didn’t see why I ought not to.\n\nThere I stifled my moan, unloading a powerful orgasm into the underwear. Warmth, then stickiness, and finally it seeped out, dripping out slowly. I panted, managing well on silencing my moans. But damn, this felt good, and my arousal seemed to remain at a high.\n\nThough that night, as I laid in that very same pair of bikini briefs, I kept thinking about this elusive person and why he would keep hiding from me. Admittedly the air of anonymity added to the whole situation, and my hands inadvertently kept reuniting with my eager bulge, massaging and playing with it under the covers. This entire thing didn’t frame him as timid or shy. In fact, this person seemed quite the dom in this strange game we were playing. It was a very kinky scenario, especially when he kept this unknown facade so well. I couldn’t help but groan, still imagining what he would look like.\n\nMy mind conjured up some Snakari, possibly taller than me too. He was muscled, with a gentle look on his face, yet with steely eyes that revealed an assertive nature. I imagined him holding me from behind, hand on my ass, asking if I enjoyed this exchange. Maybe we would share a moment in a cubicle, or us both in the back of my hovercraft, making out. He would be in my underwear, and I in his, both with our mixed jizz inside as we grinded. I could see him being dominant, denying me of an orgasm, making me beg as he spanked my rear. We would drive to my place or his, and chat about stuff, and about where he got his brands. I wondered if we would take the next step further, with him taking me. I wasn’t sure about it, I’d never done it before. But the thought of us asleep in each others bikinis, that was quite arousal inducing. All the fantasizing had me masturbating once more under the covers, and I slept, blushing as the familiar wetness was between my thighs.\n\nEven as I headed to the gym once more the day after, I considered the many options he had. He could have already left it in my locker before I arrived. He might have placed it swiftly as I went to the toilet. There was a chance he would leave it in a bag by my change as I showered. Though I imagined each countermeasure in my head, this mystery man still had the upper hand in leaving me a new pair to wear each time. Part of me wondered why he took the sweaty pairs. Maybe he liked the smell. I couldn’t judge, not when I got off such a peculiar kink myself. Still, I couldn’t be blamed for trying to find this person. I wanted to know who he was. Once I checked my locker and inside, confirming he hadn’t done anything, I went for my session, now eyes peeled on whoever went into the showers.\n\nI had kept a close watch on the entrance to the gents, and went in shortly after whoever entered. Even then, like all the times I checked, there seemed to be nothing unusual done to my locker. Still, I remained determined, deciding to reduce my sets in training to give me more time to find this person. Tried as I did, there was no sign of any tampering with my storage. Even looking in to see if he left anything under my bag or inside, yet I knew he was doing something under my nose.\n\nLong story short, it seemed this time he hadn’t made a move to touch my stuff. Granted my constant surveying of the place probably made it tough for him. Still, I looked around at the regulars, unable to still pinpoint who it was. Maybe he was planning something, and I decided to move to end my training early to shower, to possibly bait him to meddle with my things. So unlike the usual, I put my entire bag by the common bench in a spot I was able to keep a watch on, and began to press the shower to act like I was bathing.\n\nPeering through the slightly open door, I looked as people passed by, changing their clothes and talking with other people. No one had made a move on my stuff to add or take anything. I frowned, wondering when this guy would show up. It looked like there and then, I had prevented him from being able to work out his part of the plan. Maybe he had stopped entirely because he was afraid of being caught. There could have been a multitude of reasons as to why, and panning over each of them only served to distract me. Then, at the corner of my eye, I spotted something on the inside of the cubicle wall. I looked over, seeing a note pasted with tape.\n\nI know you had fun with this, I’ve seen you look at almost every guy in this gym. You’re quick on your feet though, hiding it well, but some people do realize you’re up to something funny. Namely me. I also see you really liked my jizzed up briefs. I can tell you took them to a cubicle to sniff and jerk off in.\n\nDon’t bother trying to find me, the more you search, the more I’ll just choose not to do anything on that day. Just stick to your normal routine of working that cute body of yours, and come out from your shower to find my stuff placed in your bag. It’s as simple, and it add a surprise to what I give you too.\n\nI bet I’m one of the people you ogle at all the time, because I caught you picking at my underwear once or twice. You’re not the only one who can pretend to lock his shower cubicle and spy on who touches your stuff, you know?\n\nEither way, if you really wanna keep this up, I’m all game to do so. Maybe you can leave clean pairs of undies for me. Or not. Your choice. I still get a kick out of sniffing your sweaty ones. And you’re obviously having fun wearing mine.\n\nYou’re probably sporting such a hard-on, waiting to get my next pair. If you want it, you’ll keep your part of the agreement up.\n\nI hope we have a deal. Go have your shower.\n\nM\n\nI was red-scaled as I finished reading the note, re-reading some parts again as I gulped. Who was this person called M? I didn’t know anyone in the gym with a name starting with it. Not even family names too. It had to be the person who last used it, but I couldn’t remember who it was. What my memory could only pick up was that M was tall for sure, but scale color and other details eluded me. Yet I sported such a large erection, just like the note predicted, my deviant side couldn’t help but want to agree to this. I decided, why not? He wanted to give me a new pair to try too. Blushing, I undressed, and took a long shower, deciding to give him some extra minutes if he wanted. Even amongst the chatter, the shower seemed to drown out everything as I felt arousal spike into at a new level, mixed with anticipation. I finished, turning around, and my eyes widened as I saw only my towel draped atop the locked cubicle door.\n\nI grabbed it, covering my nude body as I got out, looking about for my gym clothes. Gone, all gone, taken by this M as my back was turned to the shower. Wait, my bag!\n\nHeart pounding in my chest, I rushed over, looking into my bag, and gulped.\n\nMy spares were gone too, and all that was left was a blue pair of bikini briefs in a small bag.\n\nI stared back at the near empty bag in shock. He had left me with absolutely nothing. I only had this towel, and his underwear he gave me. Wait, maybe he left the others things in my locker. I had to check. Taking the underwear in hand, I gave it a quick sniff, and instantly felt horny at the musk. The jizzed part was large too, as if several orgasms went into this, not to mention that nice general scent about the whole pair of briefs. Towel still on, I shyly slipped it up, shivering with excitement as I felt the wetness all over my crotch. Fit like a glove too. Still covered, I went over to the locker.\n\nBut alas, as I opened it, there was nothing in it as well, leaving me with my bag of shower stuff, and just a towel for modesty. There was another note, and I took it to read.\n\nTime to see how bold you are.\n\nYou’ll have to get out of the gym and drive your Bastet back home in only the undies I gave you. Maybe if you want, you can jerk one or two as you take the longer route back home.\n\nYou have a nice ass, and i’m intending on giving you bikinis that show it off.\n\nM\n\nBehind the note was a small photo, of me as I hung about by the lockers. My arousal was at an all time high as I thought about how I’d streak to my hovercraft. Plus, the city of Argon was quite populated, the idea of people possibly seeing my underwear clad self, aroused me even more. I had to sneak out the high windows of the shower, but first, I had to masturbate. I was way too horny to not do so.\n\nWhat followed was a pretty wonderful orgasm into the blue bikinis, and me sneaking by the parking area to reach my vehicle back. All the while, my heart pounded, sex drive skyrocketing back up as I entered and started it up. I had never driven in just my underwear, let alone someone else’s, but as I did, I kept touching myself at stop lights, groaning as I came again.\n\nMind still in a whirl, it was a wonder I even slept at all that night. But feeling myself up in these briefs was just too good to resist.\n\n\n\nIt was another day at the gym, and I eagerly did my sets, showering and coming out, wondering what else M would have in store for me. I suspected M stood for Master or Man, or something, but I could care less. In my bag, there were purple bikinis all jizzed up, and a new note left by him, pasted on the waistband.\n\nI guess you really like driving in your underwear, eh.\n\nLet’s up it a bit more. Now tonight, drive to get some take out dinner.\n\nHope you don’t get caught.\n\nYou get to wear these purple ones for two nights, or maybe two more if you’re kinky.\n\nM\n\nOnce again, my erection grew, and I sheepishly put on the purple briefs, planning my move for tonight. These notes added a large twist to my fetish, and I honestly loved it.\n\nI sneaked back to my hovercraft, powering the Bastet up.\n\nPerhaps I would get pasta.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Original date posted on Fur Affinity: Apr 10th, 2018 11:33 PM

Going to the gym after work had its perks, and for a skinny Snakari like me, this was my way to bulk up and put on at least some mass in my arms. But I’ll be honest, this was also a way for me to check out all the guys too. By the machines, I had a nice view of the males, seeing their muscles flex as they lifted weights, or their form as they jogged on the treadmill, too focused to realize me gawking. In the locker rooms and showers, they hung about, topless with their chiselled abs in full view. Others were in just their underwear, which never really hid their size at all, and showed off their toned glutes.

With the very casual nature of the place, it wasn’t uncommon for them to leave their stripped clothing on the common bench whilst they headed to a cubicle to bathe. Here, I could sneakily gaze at their choice of undergarments, taking note of the brand, the fabric they preferred. Even as I struck conversation with some of them, it was hard to resist checking their bodies out. I guess under other circumstances, I would have stopped going to the gym the moment my physique had improved. But the sight of such good looking men, always brought me back.

It was just another day of me doing my usual sets. I found myself striking up more small talk with the regulars I had come to know and become friends with. One of them had made the mistake of wearing white shorts, and as he did squats, his underwear became quite visible as sweat made it more translucent by the minute.

That there was quite the sight, but not exactly arousal inducing, especially when I was panting, muscles straining to finish my fifth set. I’d definitely daydream about that view later back home, and even made a point to check him out later in the showers. But for now, I had to finish my routine, and maybe add some work on my cores.

What I would then do as I always finished, would be to hang about in my underwear in the locker area, pretending to get some texts in, towel still wrapped around my waist. I would watch guys, while stealthily touching myself as my eyes fixed onto their bodies. My hand would sneak beneath the towel, and grope my bulge as I relished in the fleeting seconds most of the men stayed in their underwear or nude, all doing their own thing. I did mentally compare sizes, but somehow seeing bulges instead added to my own erection.

Admittedly, I often got carried away, seeing a few change right in front of me, and I found myself rubbing my crotch till I would accidentally climax. It was no doubt a weird feeling, unloading myself into my briefs, but thankfully I always had my towel to keep this all under wraps. Usually if I were more aware, I’d shift straight into a toilet, and have a proper orgasm. But the idea that I had jizzed with no one the wiser, kinda added to the thrill. Once it was all done, I’d get dressed, and leave. No need to stay any longer now that I had my fun.

Except that was the start of this strange set of events that would soon happen. I wasn’t prepared, and it swept me right off my feet too.



I had exited out from the showers, dried and wrapped in a towel, intending to slip into my briefs, and check out guys once more like always. Like this, my erection would be unnoticed, and I would treat myself to all the eye candy I wished for. Though I immediately realized, something was amiss as I approached the common bench I left my things on.

My clothes were there still, both the ones worn for exercise and the fresh change. But the briefs I donned for gym was gone.

You’d probably expect it to be a simple mistake. Maybe someone else had worn the same color, and didn’t realize he had taken my underwear in place, or had taken both pairs by accident. I was only slightly irritated, knowing that whoever took it would probably have thrown it away, or come back the next day and left it on a hook. It was at least better than my first time at the gym, when someone had taken my fresh shirt by accident. Going home that day was just unpleasant.

Another day came and went, and I was certain I lost a pair. Oh well, I wouldn’t really miss them. Plus I had enough underwear at home too. I didn’t think much of it, and simply got myself dressed, deciding to make a beeline home. The next day however, as I finished my shower after my usual gym session again, I saw my stuff on the bench was untouched, but my own original used pair from back then, had been placed beside it, intentionally.

The irritation I had back then now morphed, and now in its place was arousal, threatening to make me erect as I stood in nothing but a towel. There were marks of perspiration on the grey bikinis, and the smell of sweat emanated strongly from them; a smell that was not familiar. Someone had raided my stuff, and took my used undies, and had worn them for exercise today. Now here they were once more, as if left here for me.

I looked about, cautious of any eyes on me. No one around. Good. No shadows or sounds of people walking up. Good too. I picked up the pair of bikini briefs and gave it another whiff, and groaned at the musk.

To say I was horny, would not fully describe the state my mind was in. Someone had taken my underwear for themselves, relished in wearing it, and added their own musty scent to it. Beside the sweaty pair though, were briefs that I did not recognize. They were a faded red, and had a strange homely smell. I found myself rather occupied by it and kept it pressed to my nose, unable to stop inhaling this soft gentle scent.

But I couldn’t stand about and treat these red briefs like an oxygen mask. I had to wear them, and get dressed and head home. Sure I had my clean pair, but I was thinking too much with my dick, and these red ones were irresistible. The other grey used one, well, I would wash it immediately when I got back, no way would I drive home in a sweaty pair. Although now, I was curious about this strange locker raider, whom took over most of my thoughts as I headed back. Who was he? What did he look like? What else was he doing with the underwear I had worn for that day? All this made me tent the red bikinis, and I snuck a few gropes in, moaning a bit as I felt the material of this foreign underwear.

Let’s just say that, later that night, I was still wearing them as I laid in bed. I groped and played with my bulge, actually enjoying how comfy the undies felt on my body. It took me quite the will to not accidentally mess them up, and it was so hard to stop looking at how nice of a bulge they gave me. It was so comfy, and they had a barely-there feel which was nice. Sleeping later on took a lot longer, what with me constantly touching my package, but regardless, when I did fall asleep, I slept well.

Once again the next day, as I headed for the showers after another session, I decided to see who was this mysterious person was. Maybe I could catch him red handed as he dug about to find the red bikinis he planted. I had so many questions I wanted to ask him, and I was intent on discovering who this person was. Already I was forming the questions in my head and the words i would say, and doing my reps and sets didn’t distract me one bit from this.

Though it seemed, he knew what I was thinking, and even before I went to the shower area, he had already found my locker. There, amongst all the shut ones, was mine, wide open as well.

I had not expected him to be this crafty, but he was. After all, he managed to snag away my worn bikini briefs. It had to be this unknown person, and my gut said so too. A part of me ought to have been peeved, that this same person had managed to fiddle with my own personal storage, and look through my stuff. I had always known the holding cabinets to be quite faulty, and the counter was no stranger to several disgruntled patrons complaining about the jammed locks. Mine was no exception too, I could force it open by tugging it from an angle. This person must have done the same as well, meaning he was one of the premiums perhaps. But all I felt was anticipation, eagerness to see what this stranger left. He must have finished before me, and as I opened the locker door, I blushed once more.

The red bikinis weren’t there, the pair I wore for exercise today was nowhere to be found too, my fresh change was gone as well. Now in their place, was a pair of black bikinis; once again, not mine, left by this mysterious person. This meant the only undies I had were from this stranger, and I couldn’t really leave the gym going commando too. He had technically forced me to wear his briefs, or go without any at all, and that thought was so incredibly arousing.

It was a good thing my legs were pressed together, since they held my growing erection in place, preventing any obvious tell of my horniness. I gingerly picked up the black bikinis, and give them a whiff as well. I gritted my teeth, heartbeat speeding up.

Musk. Strong musk. The same type from the red pair, and once again I found myself pressing it into my face. As I inhaled deeply, I then felt something wet, something sticky. No. It couldn’t be. I looked at it again, blushing red. Of all the fantasies I had, this seemed unlikely yet...

The wetness was that of cum. A cold spot on the black fabric. I whiff the jizzed area, and had to resist groaning, the smell so utterly good, and I had to stop myself from stuffing it into my nose to sniff. Rationale was kicked out the window, shoved haphazardly out without a second thought. I had to wear it, and feel it. Now.

Slipping to a cubicle, driven by lust, I took my time slipping it on, feeling how nicely it fit my crotch and rear. The jizzed area was damp and felt so damn good as it came into contact with my erection. The snugness and good fit, it was figuratively asking for some gropes, sensual and slow, as I looked at myself.

The thoughts still lingered in my mind, regarding this strange person. He was obviously into this, sending me his own creamed bikinis to wear, possibly taking mine to sniff and have fun in. Was he wearing my fresh change now? Maybe if I looked, I would find one other Snakari or Macan sporting my green undies.

No. Definitely not. He probably would have left already, he obviously knew me well enough to evade my schedule. But still, the idea of us trading briefs in such a fashion, not to mention he might have checked me out in the locker room or as I worked out. I groped myself again, other hand on my ass, eliciting another moan. I knew what I had to do, and headed home once more.

At night, I couldn’t resist checking myself out. I looked at my body in the mirror, eyeing the package these briefs gave. I wish I knew what brand they were, but this person had cut the label off, leaving me puzzled and searching online for something similar but to no avail. Nevertheless, I couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of these undies, and they weren’t too far off from the types i usually wore. My dark orange scales showed well in them too, and it felt good to sleep in them. But even as I shut my eyes, this unknown person kept plaguing my thoughts, and I wondered, what was he getting at with this?

I needed to know, and I need to find out more about him.

Again the next day, I headed to gym, still wanting to catch this person, and ask how he managed to evade my pursuit. I had checked before going for my exercise, and found nothing out of the ordinary. In the midst of it, still nothing again. As I did my bicep curls, I kept a mental tab of the people about, thinking about who would possibly be the one behind all this. Perhaps once they did the deed, I could single out the few who had left after I was done, and use a process of elimination to find him. But it seemed, nothing had happened, and i had another fun night in the black undies.

The next day, as I kept watch on my stuff, not a thing happened too. The day after that, still zilch, as if he was aware of my moves, and laid low.

The more I thought about it, the more distracted I became. Who was he? Maybe he was like me, or perhaps he was one of the bigger males. I tried to imagine some of the gym friends I had in place of this hidden person, but it seemed none of them really fit the bill. I went back home, once again enjoying the black one he had left behind. I was half disappointed, that he hadn’t given me anything new, but my sexual side somewhat relished in the undies he left.

The next day, I had to use the size of the bikinis he left as a comparison, and already it scratched out several of the larger framed gym users. Though as I finished my session and went back to my locker to check, still there was nothing from this person. I felt a bit disheartened, which spoke volumes about how interested I was in him doing something else. Maybe he would come by this time as I took my shower. Still hopeful, I went ahead with the plan to pretend to wash myself. But as I opened my locker, he had proven to be the smarter one.

Now my spare and my worn briefs from yesterday were together, and the black bikinis in my bag were gone. Surprised, I picked them both up, and immediately I realized the supposed fresh pair had been worn for a workout. The smell was more than obvious, and I sighed.

On one hand I was glad he had returned my underwear back, on the other hand, what could I change into after my shower? The answer, I immediately realized, was hanging on the inside hook of my locker door. He had left a dark green pair of bikini briefs, and it had the unmistakable stain of jizz once more on it.

I was utterly horny, and went about showering and cleaning myself up posthaste. I speedily soaped myself, rinsed, as if I had to get as much time as possible to wear those cute briefs. Once dry, I immediately slipped the jizzed undies on, hands shaking a bit from excitement. Like the past two times, it fit so nicely, and the warmth on my erection just added to the arousal I had. I couldn’t wait, and found myself leaning against a dry part of the cubicle, and groped myself. The fabric was so smooth, and the jizz on it was still fresh as if left there almost recently. I couldn’t help myself, I had to relieve my needs. My hands responded, groping and squeezing the bulge I sported, giving me soft waves of pleasure. I imagined him doing the same, possibly donning my sweaty pair, or sniffing it as he prepared the next bikini briefs to give to me. I kept picturing a hunk emerging from the showers, slightly shiny from water, and sporting maybe a bright pair of briefs. Maybe he had a cobra hood, and winked at me. Since he had left a gift in these bikinis, I didn’t see why I ought not to.

There I stifled my moan, unloading a powerful orgasm into the underwear. Warmth, then stickiness, and finally it seeped out, dripping out slowly. I panted, managing well on silencing my moans. But damn, this felt good, and my arousal seemed to remain at a high.

Though that night, as I laid in that very same pair of bikini briefs, I kept thinking about this elusive person and why he would keep hiding from me. Admittedly the air of anonymity added to the whole situation, and my hands inadvertently kept reuniting with my eager bulge, massaging and playing with it under the covers. This entire thing didn’t frame him as timid or shy. In fact, this person seemed quite the dom in this strange game we were playing. It was a very kinky scenario, especially when he kept this unknown facade so well. I couldn’t help but groan, still imagining what he would look like.

My mind conjured up some Snakari, possibly taller than me too. He was muscled, with a gentle look on his face, yet with steely eyes that revealed an assertive nature. I imagined him holding me from behind, hand on my ass, asking if I enjoyed this exchange. Maybe we would share a moment in a cubicle, or us both in the back of my hovercraft, making out. He would be in my underwear, and I in his, both with our mixed jizz inside as we grinded. I could see him being dominant, denying me of an orgasm, making me beg as he spanked my rear. We would drive to my place or his, and chat about stuff, and about where he got his brands. I wondered if we would take the next step further, with him taking me. I wasn’t sure about it, I’d never done it before. But the thought of us asleep in each others bikinis, that was quite arousal inducing. All the fantasizing had me masturbating once more under the covers, and I slept, blushing as the familiar wetness was between my thighs.

Even as I headed to the gym once more the day after, I considered the many options he had. He could have already left it in my locker before I arrived. He might have placed it swiftly as I went to the toilet. There was a chance he would leave it in a bag by my change as I showered. Though I imagined each countermeasure in my head, this mystery man still had the upper hand in leaving me a new pair to wear each time. Part of me wondered why he took the sweaty pairs. Maybe he liked the smell. I couldn’t judge, not when I got off such a peculiar kink myself. Still, I couldn’t be blamed for trying to find this person. I wanted to know who he was. Once I checked my locker and inside, confirming he hadn’t done anything, I went for my session, now eyes peeled on whoever went into the showers.

I had kept a close watch on the entrance to the gents, and went in shortly after whoever entered. Even then, like all the times I checked, there seemed to be nothing unusual done to my locker. Still, I remained determined, deciding to reduce my sets in training to give me more time to find this person. Tried as I did, there was no sign of any tampering with my storage. Even looking in to see if he left anything under my bag or inside, yet I knew he was doing something under my nose.

Long story short, it seemed this time he hadn’t made a move to touch my stuff. Granted my constant surveying of the place probably made it tough for him. Still, I looked around at the regulars, unable to still pinpoint who it was. Maybe he was planning something, and I decided to move to end my training early to shower, to possibly bait him to meddle with my things. So unlike the usual, I put my entire bag by the common bench in a spot I was able to keep a watch on, and began to press the shower to act like I was bathing.

Peering through the slightly open door, I looked as people passed by, changing their clothes and talking with other people. No one had made a move on my stuff to add or take anything. I frowned, wondering when this guy would show up. It looked like there and then, I had prevented him from being able to work out his part of the plan. Maybe he had stopped entirely because he was afraid of being caught. There could have been a multitude of reasons as to why, and panning over each of them only served to distract me. Then, at the corner of my eye, I spotted something on the inside of the cubicle wall. I looked over, seeing a note pasted with tape.

I know you had fun with this, I’ve seen you look at almost every guy in this gym. You’re quick on your feet though, hiding it well, but some people do realize you’re up to something funny. Namely me. I also see you really liked my jizzed up briefs. I can tell you took them to a cubicle to sniff and jerk off in.

Don’t bother trying to find me, the more you search, the more I’ll just choose not to do anything on that day. Just stick to your normal routine of working that cute body of yours, and come out from your shower to find my stuff placed in your bag. It’s as simple, and it add a surprise to what I give you too.

I bet I’m one of the people you ogle at all the time, because I caught you picking at my underwear once or twice. You’re not the only one who can pretend to lock his shower cubicle and spy on who touches your stuff, you know?

Either way, if you really wanna keep this up, I’m all game to do so. Maybe you can leave clean pairs of undies for me. Or not. Your choice. I still get a kick out of sniffing your sweaty ones. And you’re obviously having fun wearing mine.

You’re probably sporting such a hard-on, waiting to get my next pair. If you want it, you’ll keep your part of the agreement up.

I hope we have a deal. Go have your shower.

M

I was red-scaled as I finished reading the note, re-reading some parts again as I gulped. Who was this person called M? I didn’t know anyone in the gym with a name starting with it. Not even family names too. It had to be the person who last used it, but I couldn’t remember who it was. What my memory could only pick up was that M was tall for sure, but scale color and other details eluded me. Yet I sported such a large erection, just like the note predicted, my deviant side couldn’t help but want to agree to this. I decided, why not? He wanted to give me a new pair to try too. Blushing, I undressed, and took a long shower, deciding to give him some extra minutes if he wanted. Even amongst the chatter, the shower seemed to drown out everything as I felt arousal spike into at a new level, mixed with anticipation. I finished, turning around, and my eyes widened as I saw only my towel draped atop the locked cubicle door.

I grabbed it, covering my nude body as I got out, looking about for my gym clothes. Gone, all gone, taken by this M as my back was turned to the shower. Wait, my bag!

Heart pounding in my chest, I rushed over, looking into my bag, and gulped.

My spares were gone too, and all that was left was a blue pair of bikini briefs in a small bag.

I stared back at the near empty bag in shock. He had left me with absolutely nothing. I only had this towel, and his underwear he gave me. Wait, maybe he left the others things in my locker. I had to check. Taking the underwear in hand, I gave it a quick sniff, and instantly felt horny at the musk. The jizzed part was large too, as if several orgasms went into this, not to mention that nice general scent about the whole pair of briefs. Towel still on, I shyly slipped it up, shivering with excitement as I felt the wetness all over my crotch. Fit like a glove too. Still covered, I went over to the locker.

But alas, as I opened it, there was nothing in it as well, leaving me with my bag of shower stuff, and just a towel for modesty. There was another note, and I took it to read.

Time to see how bold you are.

You’ll have to get out of the gym and drive your Bastet back home in only the undies I gave you. Maybe if you want, you can jerk one or two as you take the longer route back home.

You have a nice ass, and i’m intending on giving you bikinis that show it off.

M

Behind the note was a small photo, of me as I hung about by the lockers. My arousal was at an all time high as I thought about how I’d streak to my hovercraft. Plus, the city of Argon was quite populated, the idea of people possibly seeing my underwear clad self, aroused me even more. I had to sneak out the high windows of the shower, but first, I had to masturbate. I was way too horny to not do so.

What followed was a pretty wonderful orgasm into the blue bikinis, and me sneaking by the parking area to reach my vehicle back. All the while, my heart pounded, sex drive skyrocketing back up as I entered and started it up. I had never driven in just my underwear, let alone someone else’s, but as I did, I kept touching myself at stop lights, groaning as I came again.

Mind still in a whirl, it was a wonder I even slept at all that night. But feeling myself up in these briefs was just too good to resist.



It was another day at the gym, and I eagerly did my sets, showering and coming out, wondering what else M would have in store for me. I suspected M stood for Master or Man, or something, but I could care less. In my bag, there were purple bikinis all jizzed up, and a new note left by him, pasted on the waistband.

I guess you really like driving in your underwear, eh.

Let’s up it a bit more. Now tonight, drive to get some take out dinner.

Hope you don’t get caught.

You get to wear these purple ones for two nights, or maybe two more if you’re kinky.

M

Once again, my erection grew, and I sheepishly put on the purple briefs, planning my move for tonight. These notes added a large twist to my fetish, and I honestly loved it.

I sneaked back to my hovercraft, powering the Bastet up.

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