I feel I should share this narrative but first, a picayune background signal entropy. It took topographic point when I was 18, in my senior yr of high school school and at that tip, I was a total Virgo the Virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 hammering and entirely smooth on my body. My brown hair and brown eye were the same shade of color. My flannel tegument had a Nice piddling all-over tan to it. I had a reasonably womanly chassis due to my slightly wider hip joint and small-scale bubble butt that seemed to attract stares in the cabinet room at schoolhouse. I had never done anything with anybody of either sex. At that age, I wasn't entirely sure what my sexual preference was. I thought I was possibly gay because I had never seen a young woman that made me imagine about having sex with her. I did however ; see cat that made me flurry in my drawers. I seemed to be particularly fond of aged black men, which is exactly what my neighbour was. He was 6'2 and about 220 dog pound of sinew. I used to peek through my chamber windowpane whenever he worked outside in his yard. Seeing his muscularity move while he did yard work made me want to come to 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 floor of what happened that night.

I sat on the couch of Mr. Thomas'house 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 minute 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 pant a little spell ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn't have any underwear on so I just picked a brace of Mr. Thomas'hoops shorts out of the make clean laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn't tending. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard the front door open. I sprang to my feet to see Mr. Thomas'walking through the door.

"Hey Michael, sorry I'm so tardy. I went out with the guys from the job site for some after study drunkenness and lost rails of time. It was a good strain reliever. Were the kids okay tonight ?"

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

"That's okay."He sat down on the couch and put his foundation up on the ottoman. He was wearing work boots, racy jean, and a wife beater under an open up flannel 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 pant ?"

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

"fountainhead no I don't but if you don't mind giving them back, I'm sure I can obtain something that fits you a little better. Just wear your shirt till I can discover something."

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

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

My psyche raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he want me ? No, of form not. He was a wed man with two young children. He didn't seem the variety 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 couch, faced away from him, and slid off the shorts. I immediately realized that my tight blue shirt was not long enough to hatch my stallion keister. I just stood there in cushion at my embarrassing situation with lonesome ¾ of my smooth Andrew D. White ass covered before I could react by pulling my shirt down to almost cover the eternal 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 head back as soon as I turned my head around and said,
"Well that's O.K.. I'm sure I have something that fits you in my elbow room. Let's go take a look."

"Haha I'm so stymie right 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 sleeping room. As I climbed the step, he stayed 3 dance step back and I could almost depone 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 meritless, 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 locker elbow room before."

I got to the top of the steps and walked into his bedroom."Alright, let's get some pants for me so you don't have to see my ugly egg 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 chest and pulled out a twain of Second Earl Grey yoga knickers."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 pissed fitting knickers and was pleasantly surprised at how they felt. I liked the way that they hugged my ass and cradled my little computer software. I turned around and jokingly said,"How do they look ?"

"Haha they look finely on you. You have a feminine figure anyway so they hug your bend,"he said with a petty wink and a grinning that I took to have in mind 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 these."

"Haha go ahead. She has batch of pairs of those damn things."He sat down on his bed, removed his shirts and started to unlace his charge. I was shocked at how suave his black sinewy eubstance was. I started to feel myself get a foul-up 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 goose egg but his saturnine aristocratical boxer briefs. I stared at his crotch and noticed how he had a expectant bulge. I quickly looked back up at his boldness. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."well you went full locker room existent quick."

"Haha this isn't full locker room. Full locker elbow room is naked 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 bagger briefs and there it was. A glorious musical composition of large pitch-dark sum and he wasn't even hard. It was so big and polish looking."Hey would you go get me some underwear out of that dresser over there for me please ? They're in the prat"

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

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

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to think. He is amazing looking. Was his cock getting prominent because he saw me bow 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 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 reflection I could see him pulling on his cock while he waited for the water to warm up. I started to get intemperate and rub myself through the lose weight pants. Suddenly, he looked dead at me in the mirror and waved his big fat cock at me and said,"You coming Patrick Victor Martindale White boy ? ”