I feel I should plowshare this story but low, a little background information. It took property when I was 18, in my senior year of high school and at that point, I was a summate Virgo. I was 5'6, about a 120 Sudanese pound and entirely smooth on my body. My brown hair and Robert Brown oculus were the same shade of color. My whiten skin had a nice niggling all-over tan to it. I had a pretty feminine anatomy due to my slightly spacious hips and small bubble laughingstock that seemed to attract stares in the cabinet room at school. I had never done anything with anybody of either sex. At that age, I wasn't entirely sure what my sexual predilection was. I thought I was possibly gay because I had never seen a girl that made me intend about having sex with her. I did however ; see guy wire that made me stir in my pants. I seemed to be particularly fond of senior blackamoor men, which is exactly what my neighbor was. He was 6'2 and about 220 pounds of muscle. I used to glint through my bedroom window whenever he worked outside in his thousand. Seeing his brawniness move while he did yard work made me need to touch myself. His wife was out of Ithiel Town one weekend so he asked me to babysit his two children while he worked all day. I happily agreed and this is the story of what happened that night.

I sat on the couch of Mr. Thomas'house watching TV. I wondered to myself where Mr. Thomas was, since it was already 11:30pm and he had told me he would be home 2 hours ago. I didn't really care though. The Thomas Kyd had already gone to bed hours ago and I had pants in the drier. I had accidently spilled some tea on my trouser a footling piece ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn't have any underwear on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Norman Thomas'basketball shorts out of the clean laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn't care. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard the face door exposed. I sprang to my feet to see Mr. Thomas'walking through the door.

"Hey Michael, sorry I'm so belated. I went out with the guy cable from the job web site for some after work drinks and lost lead of clock time. It was a good stress reliever. Were the kids okay tonight ?"

"Haha its okay Mr. Dylan Thomas. The kids have been in bed for hours and they were well behaved all day. Sometimes a guy needs to blow off some steam. Besides, I have pants in the drier so I didn't idea waiting. Sorry about stealing your shorts."

"That's okay."He sat down on the couch and put his feet up on the ottoman. He was wearing work iron boot, blue jeans, and a wife beater under an opened tweed button up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still differentiate that he was a muscular man."Haha I'm surprised that those aren't falling off of you. What happened to your pants ?"

I sat down on the couch following to him."Haha I have them cinched up tight as they go but they still save falling down all the metre. I spilled some tea on my pants so I threw them in the dryer. Do you ask these back ?"

"Well no I don't but if you don't mind giving them back, I'm for certain I can find something that fits you a little better. hardly wear your shirt till I can find something."

"Uuumm Mr. Thomas, I'm not wearing any underwear. Haha I'm sorry."

"It's okay. good wear your shirt until your pants get out of the washer, it should be long enough to cover everything. Haha We're both guys right ? It's not like we haven't seen all this stuff and nonsense in a locker."

My judgement raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he want me ? No, of course not. He was a married man with two Brigham Young children. He didn't seem the kind of guy that would be gay. I settled on he was just trying to get his pants back and that he didn't want some neighbour boy free balling in his shorts."Okay, I'm gon na take these off then."I stood up off the lounge, faced away from him, and slid off the shorts. I immediately realized that my pissed blue shirt was not long enough to cover my entire butt. I just stood there in electrical shock at my embarrassing situation with alone ¾ of my smooth flannel ass covered before I could react by pulling my shirt down to almost plow the eternal sleep of my ass."UUmm Mr. doubting Thomas, I think I have underestimated the length of this shirt."I turned my ahead around and thought I caught Mr. Thomas staring at my ass.

He snapped his head back as soon as I turned my head around and said,
"fountainhead that's okay. I'm sure I have something that fits you in my room. Let's go exact a look."

"Haha I'm so embarrassed rightfield now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to climb up the steps that lead to his s story bedchamber. As I climbed the steps, he stayed 3 steps back and I could almost blaspheme that I could finger him staring at me as we climbed the stairs. I kept my shirt pulled down as I skipped up the steps."Haha I'm so grim, I don't want you to see anything and get disgusted with me."

He just smiled and said,"It's okey Michael. I've seen man ass in the storage locker room before."

I got to the top of the stair and walked into his bedroom."Alright, let's get some pants for me so you don't have to see my ugly white ass anymore."

"Haha it's alright Michael. Not trying to fawn you out but your ass isn't that bad looking."He walked over to a dresser and pulled out a pair of grey yoga pants."These are my wife's but you are about her size of it so these should fit. I hope these are okay."

I replied,"These are fine, thanks."I pulled on the sloshed try-on pant and was pleasantly surprised at how they felt. I liked the way that they hugged my ass and cradled my short package. I turned around and jokingly said,"How do they await ?"

"Haha they look fine on you. You have a womanly figure of speech anyway so they hug your breaking ball,"he said with a little wink and a grin that I took to mean that he was poking fun at me.

I laughed and said,"wellspring they do accentuate my articulatio coxae and ass nicely. I might have to stay fresh these."

"Haha go ahead. She has plenty of pairs of those damn things."He sat down on his bed, removed his shirts and started to unlace his boot. I was shocked at how smooth out his wickedness mesomorphic consistency was. I started to sense myself get a flub so I quickly turned away and acted like I was just looking around his room.

"This is a prissy master bedroom you got here."I looked back to see him standing up in zilch but his moody blue boxer briefs. I stared at his crotch and noticed how he had a large bulge. I quickly looked back up at his side. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."Well you went full locker room real quick."

"Haha this isn't full cabinet elbow room. Full locker room is defenseless but I didn't want to get naked with you in here and weird you out."

I chuckled and said,"Alright well, I'll get out if you feel uncomfortable."

He replied,"Why would I be uncomfortable ?"He dropped his boxer brief and there it was. A glorious piece of large blackness meat and he wasn't even hard. It was so big and bland looking."Hey would you go get me some underwear out of that dresser over there for me please ? They're in the rump"

I pried my eyes away from his big swinging putz and walked across the room. I opened the drawer and bent over to get some out. I rummaged around in the drawer but couldn't find any underwear."Umm they're not in here."I looked around to him and thought I saw his cock getting a lilliputian hard.

"Oh sorry, they must all be dirty. fountainhead, I'm gon na hop in the shower now. You can just determine TV in here until your pants get dry."He then turned away quickly and walked into the can, leaving the door open a crack.

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to recall. He is astonish looking. Was his hammer getting magnanimous because he saw me bend over in these yoga pants ? Did he find me sexually attractive ? Was he jacking off in the shower bath thinking about me ? I heard the shower running and decided to wait a while. I had to see it again. I walked over to the threshold and peeked inside. In the mirror reflection I could see him pulling on his turncock while he waited for the water to warm up. I started to get toilsome and rub myself through the thinly pants. Suddenly, he looked dead at me in the mirror and waved his big fat stopcock at me and said,"You coming flannel boy ? ”