Raul - Gym

I was at the gym, like every day, following my usual routine. For a while now, I've discovered that I'm attracted to the socks of muscular, sweaty men, especially Raúl's.

He is 22 years old, straight, and his physique is impressive. He is always seen lifting weights or doing intense exercises. His masculine scent fills the air, captivating my senses in a way that leaves me damn bewildered.

On Tuesday, Raúl had finished his training session and was heading towards the locker rooms. I had already finished my routine, but I stayed a little longer, pretending to check my phone while waiting for the perfect opportunity.

I saw Raúl leave his things in a locker and head to the showers. My heart was pounding, and an uncontrollable urge drove me to approach his locker. I looked around, ensuring no one was watching me, and then carefully opened the door of his locker. There they were, his socks, soaked in sweat after his workout.

I felt the moisture and heat of that man. My breathing grew heavy as I brought them closer to my face. The scent was intense; I wished to become that sock. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, letting myself be carried away by his fragrance.

Suddenly, I heard a noise and quickly opened my eyes, putting the socks back in place. Raúl was coming back, wrapped in a towel. He waved at me with a hand gesture, completely unaware of what I had been doing. I returned the greeting, trying to stay calm, even though my heart was still racing.

That night, at home, I couldn't stop thinking about what I had done. The thrill and risk of that moment left me wanting more.