I feel I should share this chronicle but first, a fiddling background info. It took topographic point when I was 18, in my senior class of high school and at that gunpoint, I was a full Virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 pounds and entirely smooth on my dead body. My John Brown hair and embrown eyes were the same shade of semblance. My Andrew D. White tegument had a nice footling all-over tan to it. I had a somewhat feminine soma due to my slightly wider hip joint and small burp butt that seemed to attract stares in the locker room at shoal. I had never done anything with anybody of either sex. At that age, I wasn't entirely indisputable what my sexual orientation was. I thought I was possibly gay because I had never seen a girl that made me call back about having sex with her. I did however ; see bozo that made me stir in my gasp. I seemed to be particularly fond of sometime pitch-dark men, which is exactly what my neighbour was. He was 6'2 and about 220 pounds of brawniness. I used to peek through my sleeping room windowpane whenever he worked outside in his thousand. Seeing his muscleman move while he did yard body of work made me want to rival myself. His wife 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 chronicle of what happened that night.

I sat on the couch of Mr. Thomas'firm watching TV. I wondered to myself where Mr. Dylan 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 shaver had already gone to bed hours ago and I had trouser in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my pants a little patch ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn't have any underwear on so I just picked a duo of Mr. Norman Mattoon Thomas'basketball game shorts out of the cleanse laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn't care. I was lost in my own cerebration when I heard the look door open. I sprang to my fundament to see Mr. Dylan Thomas'walking through the door.

"Hey Michael, sorry I'm so latterly. I went out with the guys from the job website for some after work drinks and lost track of time. It was a good stress reliever. Were the tiddler okay tonight ?"

"Haha its okay Mr. St. Thomas. The nipper have been in bed for hours and they were well behaved all day. Sometimes a guy needs to bobble off some steam. Besides, I have pants in the dryer so I didn't judgement 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 boots, blue denim, and a wife beater under an afford gabardine button up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still secern that he was a brawny 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 soused as they go but they still keep falling down all the time. I spilled some tea on my bloomers so I threw them in the dryer. Do you need these second ?"

"Well no I don't but if you don't thinker giving them back, I'm sure I can bump something that fits you a fiddling well. exactly wear your shirt till I can discover something."

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

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

My mind raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he want me ? No, of course of study not. He was a splice man with two young children. He didn't seem the kind of guy that would be gay. I settled on he was just trying to get his trouser back and that he didn't want some neighbour boy free balling in his boxershorts."Okay, I'm gon na take these off then."I stood up off the sofa, faced away from him, and slid off the shortstop. I immediately realized that my stiff blue shirt was not long enough to cover my entire stub. I just stood there in shock at my embarrassing site with only when ¾ of my smooth white ass covered before I could respond by pulling my shirt down to almost treat the rest of my ass."UUmm Mr. 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 point back as soon as I turned my psyche around and said,
"Well that's O.K.. I'm sure I have something that fits you in my room. Let's go have a look."

"Haha I'm so hinder right hand now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to climb up the stairs that lead to his second story chamber. As I climbed the stairs, he stayed 3 footfall 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 sorry, I don't want you to see anything and get disgusted with me."

He just smiled and said,"It's okay 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 fine Michael. Not trying to grovel you out but your ass isn't that bad looking."He walked over to a bureau and pulled out a duo of Grey yoga pant."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 delicately, thanks."I pulled on the slopped fitting pants and was pleasantly surprised at how they felt. I liked the way that they hugged my ass and cradled my slight parcel. I turned around and jokingly said,"How do they look ?"

"Haha they look fine on you. You have a feminine trope anyway so they hug your curves,"he said with a small wink and a smile that I took to have in mind that he was poking fun at me.

I laughed and said,"well they do accentuate my rose hip and ass nicely. I might have to keep 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 unbrace his charge. I was shocked at how smooth his dreary muscular torso was. I started to feel myself get a botch so I quickly turned away and acted like I was just looking around his room.

"This is a nice victor chamber you got here."I looked back to see him standing up in nothing but his disconsolate blue packer briefs. I stared at his crotch and noticed how he had a large extrusion. I quickly looked back up at his nerve. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."well you went full moon locker room real quick."

"Haha this isn't replete footlocker way. full-of-the-moon footlocker elbow room is bare but I didn't want to get au naturel 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 glorious piece of turgid Black person heart and he wasn't even hard. It was so big and smooth looking."Hey would you go get me some underwear out of that toilet table over there for me delight ? They're in the bottom"

I pried my optic away from his big swinging cock 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 little hard.

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

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to opine. He is perplex looking. Was his cock getting bountiful because he saw me bend over in these yoga pants ? Did he ascertain me sexually attractive ? Was he jacking off in the exhibitor thinking about me ? I heard the shower bath running and decided to wait a while. I had to see it again. I walked over to the room access and peeked inside. In the mirror observation I could see him pulling on his prick while he waited for the water to warm up up. I started to get hard and rub myself through the thin pants. Suddenly, he looked deadened at me in the mirror and waved his big fat dick at me and said,"You coming white boy ? ”