by Randy
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There's a sock Bandit at the Gym. What happen to my gym sock? Well, I'm sure this guy is saying that now. One day while attending my local gym, I couldn't help but notice this handsome hunk who works out on a regular basis. He was a gorgeous Israel looking Iran type guy, with a slight tan to his nice looking white skin. He stood about 5"11, with feet size about 11 to 12. He has a nice build with the right cuts to his waist, arms and legs.
One day when I came to the gym and I couldn't help but notice him again. He would always put on his tight bikini trunks to go for a swim after a hard workout. He would change from his workout clothes into those swim wear trunks. Well, on that particular day, I got a chance to talk with him slightly. He had a sexy light masculine voice. It appeared that he knew I was after something from him, but he just couldn't figure it out. So, as he headed for the wet area--which included the swimming pool area, sauna, and steam room. I also had finished my workout. So, I didn't change into anything different.
I would always go into the sauna room in my workout clothes after a good workout and sweat, and that also gave me a chance to gawk at men's feet while they would be sitting there exhausted. I felt like that was there vulnerable moment, and I would be surrounded by feet. Well the guy that I had my eyes on was named Tim. I had overheard his friends call him that from time to time. I noticed, as he prepared to change into his swimwear, he stuck his sweaty smelling socks into he nice looking track shoes. I thought to myself, I have got to smell those socks that he just haphazardly stuck in those shoes. He had no idea that someone like me was stalking him, just waiting for the opportunity to smell the aroma of his feet.
As he headed for the wet area, and I heard the door shut. I ease over to where his sock and shoes were ...because he didn't stick them into his locker like most people do. Immediately, my heart started beating fast and I got excited with a slight erection also. Just the thought of him catching me made me that excited. Nevertheless, he was in the wet area so I made my move to his shoes. There were no other guys in that area at the time. So, suddenly I was by his shoes and socks. I slowly lifted his sock out of his shoes, and with my heart beating fast I inhaled and exhaled the smell of his sweaty feet from his sock. I put his sweaty sock right on my nose and in my face. There was no bad smell to his feet at all. I began to dream what it would be like to enter his bedroom while he would be sleeping, and lift up the covers from the end of his feet and just start sniffing, smelling and of course a sensual lick up and down those size 12 feet.
Suddenly, I came back to reality and put his sock back in his shoe. Following that moment, I went to the wet area were he was at swimming.
I thought to myself, as I looked at Tim swimming, "You have no idea that I just got off on you buddy". I felt like a god, or someone invisible. Then I noticed he had completed his swimming exercises and he got out and went back to the locker room. I waited a few seconds and slowly followed without him even noticing. When I entered into the locker room he was in the glass shower area showering. I said to myself, I've got to move fast. So, I went back to where his shoes were and grabbed one of his sweaty sexy smelling socks in my hand and put it in my locker. I immediately went back up to the workout floor where I could watch from the window him leave to go to his nice looking white Nissan car. It took him a while to leave.
"Hhmm," I thought to myself, maybe he is looking for that sock really hard. I kept wondering "When is he going to leave?"
Finally, there he was leaving with his sexy look and sweats on with masculine looking track shoes with no socks. I laugh to myself, "Ha Ha, you don't even know that it was me who took your socks!"
I went back to my locker and grabbed his sock, smelt it, and then put it with my stuff and left for the day. I remember immediately taking his sock out of my gym bag when I got into my car. I laid his sock right on the dash for my memorable legacy. There had been one other time that I got a chance to smell this other hunks flip flops sandals as he didn't lock his locker either. Again, his sandals didn't smell with an odor at all.
I thought even then, "Boy, this is a wonderful feeling to have the scent of these guys ... and as they walk through the gym at other times, they will never know that I have their scent."
I didn't take anything of his to keep. The next time I saw the guy name Tim he looked at me with a look as if he suspected it was me. I immediately tried to act as if I didn't have any recollection of him. I wanted him to think I didn't notice him at all. He still didn't buy that in my opinion. Later, I saw him with an older guy in a company truck at a bank teller drive-up. Boy was I surprised to see him. He looked to say the same. I could see him from inside of my car--telling this guy something. And as I looked at the teller container, I saw the man glimpse at me. From this day I'll never know what Tim was thinking of me. Maybe he liked what I did. Whatever the case he will always have to wonder if it really was me. Maybe he will set me up for a test one day. I hope so!
