Boxers

I’m sitting on a bench in the locker room of my gym, naked after my post-workout shower. I’m relaxing for a few minutes before I get dressed and head out. The locker room is deserted, and I have my eyes closed, enjoying the silence. I open my eyes, stretch and remove my towel from around my waist when I notice a pair of boxer shorts hanging in the otherwise empty locker next to mine. I can’t help but wonder who left them there. They have the Dallas Cowboys logo on them, so the owner, whoever he is, must be a sports fan. Are they clean or dirty, I wonder? Only one way to find out.

I look around the locker room, making sure no one is around before I take them off the hook. I don’t see any stains on them as I examine them front and back. I don’t know why I’m doing this. The last thing I need is for the owner of these boxers to come in and see me holding them. I’m still alone though and on a sudden impulse, I bring them to my face and inhale deeply. Holy fuck, they smell good, a strong masculine odor. I find the front of them, where the fly is and hold that part to my nose. I can smell his musky groin scent and as I breathe him in over and over, my cock starts to harden. I know this is sick, what I’m doing, but I can’t stop myself. These boxers were worn by some stranger and now I’m smelling them, smelling him and getting sexually excited.

I hold the backside of his shorts to my face and oh, fuck yeah, that’s the funky smell of a real man’s ass; God it’s intoxicating. He probably sweated up a storm in these while he worked out. My cock is rock hard now, so I hold that rank underwear to my face with one hand while I start masturbating with the other. I can’t get enough of that manly smell, and I inhale over and over, jerking my cock while still sitting naked on the bench. Someone could enter the locker room at any moment and catch me, but I’m so fucking horny now, that I’m not thinking straight. I stand up suddenly and look around the room once more. It’s still deserted, and I decide to do something even more perverse.

I put his boxer shorts on, and my rigid cock forms a tent in them. I start rubbing the fabric against my dick and balls, knowing that his scent and sweat residue is getting on me now, making me smell like him. I’ve never been so turned on as I am right now; my cock is so hard now that it hurts. I’m going to jack off wearing his shorts. Fuck yeah, I am. I pull my cock and balls through his fly, lay back on the bench and start jacking off like crazy. I know that I’ve just upped the risk factor if I get caught, but I don’t care because I’m masturbating while wearing a strange man’s underwear and this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I stroke my dick like a man possessed, breathing heavily and moaning like a slut. It doesn’t take long; I’m too fucking excited. I feel the usual throbbing of my cock and realize I’m about to lose it.  I look down the length of my body as the first load of cum shoots from my cock and hits me right in the face. I keep pounding my meat over and over as I continue to pump my hot, sticky load over my chest and stomach.

I keep stroking like a madman to get all the cum out. Finally, the last drop of spunk dribbles out and I slowly lose my hard on. Reality intrudes when I hear voices outside the locker room, so I quickly remove his boxers and use them to wipe up every bit of cum from my body. I also use them to wipe the cum from my face and as I do so, I take a last deep breath of his glorious scent before I hang them back on the hook in the empty locker where I found them. I pull my own underwear on just as a group of guys enter the locker room and pass right by me, oblivious to the perverse display that just took place. I get dressed quickly and head out. As I’m walking to my truck, I imagine him coming back to retrieve his shorts, smelling my cum and getting as turned on by that as I did by his musky scent. I imagine him getting hard and jerking off on the same bench. God, what I would give to witness that scene, I think to myself as I get in my truck and head for home.