I feel I should ploughshare this story but showtime, a little background information. It took blank space when I was 18, in my aged year of gamey schoolhouse and at that period, I was a add up virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 pounds and entirely smooth on my dead body. My brown whisker and brown eyes were the same shade of color. My tweed skin had a nice piddling all-over tan to it. I had a reasonably feminine name due to my slightly wider pelvis and low eruct behind that seemed to attract stares in the storage locker room at schooltime. I had never done anything with anybody of either sex. At that age, I wasn't entirely sure what my sexual orientation was. I thought I was possibly gay because I had never seen a missy that made me think about having sex with her. I did however ; see guy cable that made me flurry in my pants. I seemed to be particularly fond of older black men, which is exactly what my neighbour was. He was 6'2 and about 220 Sudanese pound of brawn. I used to peek through my chamber window whenever he worked outside in his yard. Seeing his muscles move while he did yard work made me desire to match myself. His married woman was out of town one weekend so he asked me to babysit his two children while he worked all day. I happily agreed and this is the narrative of what happened that night.

I sat on the couch of Mr. doubting Thomas'sign watching TV. I wondered to myself where Mr. Lowell Thomas was, since it was already 11:30pm and he had told me he would be home 2 hours ago. I didn't really worry though. The kids had already gone to bed minute ago and I had trouser in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my drawers a minuscule while ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn't have any underclothes on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Thomas'basketball shorts out of the fair laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn't concern. I was lost in my own thinking when I heard the presence doorway heart-to-heart. I sprang to my feet to see Mr. Thomas'walking through the door.

"Hey Michael, sorry I'm so late. I went out with the guys from the job situation for some after work drinking and lost track of time. It was a just tension reliever. Were the kids okay tonight ?"

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

"That's okay."He sat down on the redact and put his foot up on the ottoman. He was wearing work boots, blue jean, and a wife beater under an opened flannel release up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still severalize that he was a sinewy man."Haha I'm surprised that those aren't falling off of you. What happened to your trouser ?"

I sat down on the couch side by side to him."Haha I have them cinched up tight as they go but they still continue falling down all the time. I spilled some tea on my drawers so I threw them in the drier. Do you need these back ?"

"Well no I don't but if you don't thinker giving them back, I'm sure enough I can get something that fits you a fiddling better. just wear your shirt till I can get hold something."

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

"It's okay. Just wear your shirt until your pants get out of the washing machine, 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 in a locker."

My thinker raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he require me ? No, of course not. He was a married man with two immature 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 neighbor boy rid balling in his short circuit."OK, I'm gon na make these off then."I stood up off the lounge, faced away from him, and slid off the boxershorts. I immediately realized that my plastered blue shirt was not long enough to overlay my entire butt. I just stood there in jounce at my embarrassing berth with entirely ¾ of my smooth white ass covered before I could react by pulling my shirt down to almost breed the sleep of my ass."UUmm Mr. Norman Thomas, I think I have underestimated the length of this shirt."I turned my ahead around and thought I caught Mr. Norman Mattoon Thomas staring at my ass. He snapped his head back as soon as I turned my foreland around and said,

"Well that's okay. I'm sure I have something that fits you in my room. Let's go take aim a look."

"Haha I'm so embarrassed right wing now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to climb up up the stairs that lead to his 2d story sleeping accommodation. As I climbed the stairs, he stayed 3 steps back and I could almost rely that I could feel him staring at me as we climbed the stair. I kept my shirt pulled down as I skipped up the steps."Haha I'm so pitiful, I don't want you to see anything and get disgusted with me."

He just smiled and said,"It's approve Michael. I've seen man ass in the storage locker room before."
I got to the top of the stairs and walked into his sleeping accommodation."Alright, let's get some gasp for me so you don't have to see my ugly white ass anymore."

"Haha it's fine Michael. Not trying to creep you out but your ass isn't that bad looking."He walked over to a dresser and pulled out a twosome of gray-haired yoga knickers."These are my married woman's but you are about her size so these should fit. I hope these are okay."

I replied,"These are finely, thanks."I pulled on the miserly appointment pants and was pleasantly surprised at how they felt. I liked the way that they hugged my ass and cradled my little software program. I turned around and jokingly said,"How do they attend ?"

"Haha they look fine on you. You have a feminine trope anyway so they hug your curve,"he said with a piffling trice and a smile that I took to signify that he was poking fun at me.
I laughed and said,"Well they do accentuate my hips and ass nicely. I might have to keep open these."
"Haha go ahead. She has hatful of pairs of those damn things."He sat down on his bed, removed his shirts and started to unlace his boots. I was shocked at how smooth his dark muscular organic structure was. I started to palpate myself get a boner so I quickly turned away and acted like I was just looking around his room.
"This is a nice master bedroom you got here."I looked back to see him standing up in nothing but his dark blue pugilist Jockey shorts. I stared at his crotch and noticed how he had a tumid bulge. I quickly looked back up at his face. 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 moon locker room. full locker room is naked but I didn't want to get bare 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 briefs and there it was. A resplendent objet d'art of orotund black nub and he wasn't even hard. It was so big and quiet looking."Hey would you go get me some underwear out of that dresser over there for me delight ? They're in the freighter"

I pried my eyes away from his big vacillation pecker and walked across the room. I opened the draftsman 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 rooster getting a footling hard.

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

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to consider. He is amazing looking. Was his peter getting heavy because he saw me turn over in these yoga pants ? Did he find me sexually attractive ? Was he jacking off in the shower thinking about me ? I heard the shower bath running and decided to hold off a while. I had to see it again. I walked over to the door and peeked inside. In the mirror reflectivity I could see him pulling on his cock while he waited for the pee to warm up. I started to get firmly and rub myself through the dilute bloomers. Suddenly, he looked dead at me in the mirror and waved his big fat pecker at me and said,"You coming livid boy ? ”