I feel I should parcel this chronicle but first, a small background signal entropy. It took place when I was 18, in my older year of richly shoal and at that percentage point, I was a total Virgo the Virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 pounds and entirely smooth on my consistence. My brown hair and Brown University middle were the Same spook of color. My white skin had a Nice little all-over tan to it. I had a pretty womanly figure due to my slightly encompassing hips and belittled burble butt that seemed to appeal stares in the locker room at school. 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 miss that made me intend about having sex with her. I did however ; see guys that made me stir in my bloomers. I seemed to be particularly fond of older black men, which is exactly what my neighbour was. He was 6'2 and about 220 pounds of muscleman. I used to glint through my bedroom window whenever he worked outside in his yard. Seeing his brawniness move while he did yard oeuvre made me require to touch myself. His wife was out of town one weekend so he asked me to babysit his two kid 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. Lowell Jackson Thomas'house watching TV. I wondered to myself where Mr. Dylan Marlais 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 kids had already gone to bed hours ago and I had pants in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my pants a little while ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn't have any underwear on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Thomas'basketball game 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 persuasion when I heard the front door opened. I sprang to my feet to see Mr. Saint Thomas'walking through the door.

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

"Haha its okay Mr. 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 pant in the dryer so I didn't nous waiting. Sorry about stealing your shorts."

"That's okay."He sat down on the put and put his feet up on the ottoman. He was wearing piece of work boots, dispirited dungaree, and a married woman beater under an opened washcloth button up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still tell that he was a muscular man."Haha I'm surprised that those aren't falling off of you. What happened to your drawers ?"

I sat down on the redact following to him."Haha I have them cinched up tight as they go but they still keep falling down all the time. I spilled some tea on my pant so I threw them in the dryer. Do you need these endorse ?"

"Well no I don't but if you don't idea giving them back, I'm sure enough I can find something that fits you a minuscule punter. Just wear your shirt till I can line up something."

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

"It's okay. Just wear your shirt until your bloomers 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 poppycock in a locker."

My mind raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he require me ? No, of line not. He was a married man with two young tiddler. He didn't seem the kind of guy that would be gay. I settled on he was just trying to get his knickers back and that he didn't want some neighbor boy exempt balling in his short circuit."Okay, I'm gon na take on these off then."I stood up off the couch, faced away from him, and slid off the short circuit. I immediately realized that my sozzled blue shirt was not long enough to cover my entire butt. I just stood there in stupor at my embarrassing situation with just ¾ of my politic white ass covered before I could react by pulling my shirt down to almost wrap up the residue 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. Saint Thomas staring at my ass. He snapped his head back as soon as I turned my head around and said,

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

"Haha I'm so abash right now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to mount up the stairs that lead to his irregular story bedchamber. As I climbed the stairs, he stayed 3 steps back and I could almost swear that I could feel him staring at me as we climbed the stairs. I kept my shirt pulled down as I skipped up the pace."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 locker way 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 ovalbumin ass anymore."

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

I replied,"These are exquisitely, thanks."I pulled on the pixilated fitting bloomers and was pleasantly surprised at how they felt. I liked the way that they hugged my ass and cradled my short bundle. I turned around and jokingly said,"How do they depend ?"

"Haha they look mulct on you. You have a womanly figure anyway so they hug your curves,"he said with a piffling nictitation and a smile that I took to stand for that he was poking fun at me.
I laughed and said,"fountainhead they do accentuate my hips and ass nicely. I might possess to keep back these."
"Haha go ahead. She has peck of twain of those damn things."He sat down on his bed, removed his shirts and started to unlace his bang. I was shocked at how still his dark muscular torso was. I started to feel myself get a bungle so I quickly turned away and acted like I was just looking around his room.
"This is a nice master bedchamber you got here."I looked back to see him standing up in nil but his dark blue boxer legal brief. I stared at his crotch and noticed how he had a large hump. I quickly looked back up at his human face. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."Well you went full moon storage locker room real quick."
"Haha this isn't entire locker room. Full locker room is naked but I didn't want to get nude 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 magnificent objet d'art of large black meat and he wasn't even hard. It was so big and smooth looking."Hey would you go get me some underwear out of that chest over there for me delight ? They're in the penetrate"

I pried my eyes away from his big vacillation cock and walked across the room. I opened the draftsman and set over to get some out. I rummaged around in the drawer but couldn't find any underclothes."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. wellspring, I'm gon na hop in the shower now. You can just ascertain TV in here until your pants get dry."He then turned away quickly and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door give a crack.

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to think. He is amazing looking. Was his cock getting heavy because he saw me deform over in these yoga pants ? Did he find me sexually attractive ? Was he jacking off in the cascade thinking about me ? I heard the exhibitor running and decided to wait a spell. 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 shaft while he waited for the water to warm up. I started to get difficult and rub myself through the reduce trouser. Suddenly, he looked utterly at me in the mirror and waved his big fat cock at me and said,"You coming white boy ? ”