I feel I should plowshare this tarradiddle but firstly, a little background entropy. It took billet when I was 18, in my elderly twelvemonth of high-pitched school and at that point, I was a tot virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 pounds and entirely smooth on my body. My brown tomentum and Robert Brown center were the same wraith of colouring. My bloodless skin had a squeamish small all-over tan to it. I had a pretty feminine image due to my slightly blanket hips and small bubble butt that seemed to pull stares in the locker room at school. I had never done anything with anybody of either sex. At that age, I wasn't entirely for certain what my sexual orientation course was. I thought I was possibly gay because I had never seen a girl that made me guess about having sex with her. I did however ; see guys that made me bustle in my bloomers. I seemed to be particularly fond of older melanize men, which is exactly what my neighbor was. He was 6'2 and about 220 pounds of muscle. I used to glint through my chamber window whenever he worked outside in his yard. Seeing his muscles move while he did yard work made me want to touch myself. His wife was out of town one weekend so he asked me to babysit his two nestling while he worked all day. I happily agreed and this is the taradiddle of what happened that night.

I sat on the sofa 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 minute ago. I didn't really give 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 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. Dylan Marlais Thomas'basketball shorts out of the uninfected washables 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 look door receptive. I sprang to my feet to see Mr. Lowell Jackson Thomas'walking through the door.

"Hey Michael, sorry I'm so tardily. I went out with the guy from the job site for some after work drinks and lost track of time. It was a commodity stress allayer. Were the kids okay tonight ?"

"Haha its OK Mr. Lowell Jackson Thomas. The kids have been in bed for hours and they were well behaved all day. Sometimes a guy needs to go down on off some steam. Besides, I have knickers in the dryer so I didn't intellect waiting. Sorry about stealing your shorts."

"That's okay."He sat down on the redact and put his feet up on the ottoman. He was wearing work boots, blue blue jean, and a wife beater under an opened flannel button up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still tell apart 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 couch next to him."Haha I have them cinched up tight as they go but they still hold falling down all the prison term. I spilled some tea on my pants so I threw them in the dryer. Do you necessitate these indorse ?"

"fountainhead no I don't but if you don't mind giving them back, I'm certainly I can regain something that fits you a lilliputian better. fair wear your shirt till I can find something."

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

"It's okay. equitable 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 mind raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he require me ? No, of course not. He was a married man with two young children. He didn't seem the sort 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 gratuitous balling in his shorts."OK, I'm gon na take these off then."I stood up off the couch, faced away from him, and slid off the boxers. I immediately realized that my plastered blue shirt was not long enough to cover my entire bum. I just stood there in shock at my embarrassing situation with only ¾ of my still white ass covered before I could oppose by pulling my shirt down to almost extend 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 head back as soon as I turned my head around and said,

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

"Haha I'm so embarrassed 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 minute story chamber. As I climbed the steps, he stayed 3 steps back and I could almost rely that I could feel him staring at me as we climbed the stairs. I kept my shirt pulled down as I skipped up the footstep."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 sanction Michael. I've seen man ass in the locker room before."
I got to the top of the stairs and walked into his bedroom."Alright, let's get some pants for me so you don't have to see my ugly clean ass anymore."

"Haha it's delicately Michael. Not trying to creep you out but your ass isn't that bad looking."He walked over to a vanity and pulled out a duad of Zane Grey yoga pants."These are my married woman's but you are about her sizing so these should fit. I hope these are okay."

I replied,"These are fine, thanks."I pulled on the rigorous fitting pants and was pleasantly surprised at how they felt. I liked the way that they hugged my ass and cradled my lilliputian package. I turned around and jokingly said,"How do they bet ?"

"Haha they look fine on you. You have a feminine shape anyway so they hug your curve,"he said with a little wink and a grinning that I took to mean that he was poking fun at me.
I laughed and said,"Well they do punctuate my hips and ass nicely. I might get to hold these."
"Haha go ahead. She has plenty of couplet 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 consistency was. I started to feel myself get a boner so I quickly turned away and acted like I was just looking around his room.
"This is a nice passkey bedroom you got here."I looked back to see him standing up in nothing but his black blue bagger briefs. I stared at his crotch and noticed how he had a large bulge. I quickly looked back up at his expression. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."well you went wide-cut locker room really quick."
"Haha this isn't wide cabinet way. Full footlocker 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 briefs and there it was. A glorious piece of large black 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 vanity over there for me please ? They're in the rump"

I pried my eyes away from his big vacillation putz and walked across the room. I opened the drawer and bent-grass over to get some out. I rummaged around in the draftsman 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 trivial hard.

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

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to guess. He is amazing looking. Was his cock getting braggart because he saw me bend over in these yoga pants ? Did he regain me sexually attractive ? Was he jacking off in the shower thinking about me ? I heard the shower running and decided to expect a spell. I had to see it again. I walked over to the door and peeked inside. In the mirror reflection I could see him pulling on his dick while he waited for the water supply to warm up. I started to get laborious and rub myself through the reduce pants. Suddenly, he looked stagnant at me in the mirror and waved his big fat shaft at me and said,"You coming white boy ? ”