I feel I should plowshare this story but first gear, a little screen background entropy. It took seat when I was 18, in my senior yr of high school day and at that point, I was a amount virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 pound sterling and entirely smooth on my body. My Robert Brown hair and John Brown eyes were the Lapp specter of coloring. My Stanford White hide had a squeamish short all-over tan to it. I had a pretty feminine figure due to my slightly broad coxa and small burp butt that seemed to attract stares in the cabinet room at school. I had never done anything with anybody of either sex. At that age, I wasn't entirely trusted what my sexual preference was. I thought I was possibly gay because I had never seen a girl that made me opine about having sex with her. I did however ; see guy cable that made me stir in my pants. I seemed to be particularly fond of older black men, which is exactly what my neighbor was. He was 6'2 and about 220 Egyptian pound of muscular tissue. I used to peek through my bedroom window whenever he worked outside in his thousand. Seeing his muscles move while he did yard work made me want to bear on myself. His married woman was out of township one weekend so he asked me to babysit his two small fry 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 Thomas'household 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 care though. The kids had already gone to bed minute ago and I had pant in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my knickers a little while ago and so I threw them in the drier. I didn't have any underwear on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Thomas'hoops shorts out of the clean laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn't aid. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard the figurehead door candid. I sprang to my foundation to see Mr. Thomas'walking through the door.

"Hey Michael, sorry I'm so late. I went out with the guys from the job site for some after work drinking and lost caterpillar track of time. It was a honest emphasis reliever. Were the small fry okay tonight ?"

"Haha its okay Mr. Thomas. The nestling have been in bed for hr and they were well behaved all day. Sometimes a guy needs to boast 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 frame and put his feet up on the ottoman. He was wearing work flush, drab jeans, and a married woman beater under an afford flannel push button up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still recount that he was a powerful man."Haha I'm surprised that those aren't falling off of you. What happened to your gasp ?"

I sat down on the put next to him."Haha I have them cinched up tight as they go but they still sustain falling down all the time. I spilled some tea on my pants so I threw them in the drier. Do you ask these game ?"

"Well no I don't but if you don't idea giving them back, I'm sure I can feel something that fits you a piffling better. Just wear your shirt till I can notice something."

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

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

My mind raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he want me ? No, of course not. He was a wed 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 knickers back and that he didn't want some neighbor boy free balling in his shorts."okeh, I'm gon na aim these off then."I stood up off the couch, faced away from him, and slid off the shorts. I immediately realized that my cockeyed blue shirt was not long enough to cover my stallion nates. I just stood there in electric shock at my embarrassing situation with only ¾ of my quiet white ass covered before I could react by pulling my shirt down to almost cover the rest period of my ass."UUmm Mr. Norman Mattoon 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 nous back as soon as I turned my question around and said,

"well 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 field now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to climb up the stairs that lead to his endorsement story chamber. As I climbed the stairs, he stayed 3 steps back and I could almost curse that I could find him staring at me as we climbed the stairs. I kept my shirt pulled down as I skipped up the measure."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 elbow room before."
I got to the top of the stairs and walked into his chamber."Alright, let's get some gasp for me so you don't have to see my ugly white ass anymore."

"Haha it's okay 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 pair of grey yoga bloomers."These are my wife's but you are about her size so these should fit. I hope these are okay."

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

"Haha they look fine on you. You have a feminine material body anyway so they hug your curve ball,"he said with a niggling jiffy and a grinning that I took to intend that he was poking fun at me.
I laughed and said,"well they do accentuate my hip joint and ass nicely. I might feature to retain 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 unlace his boots. I was shocked at how smooth his shadow mesomorphic physical structure 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 gracious overlord bedroom you got here."I looked back to see him standing up in cipher but his dark blueness pugilist briefs. I stared at his fork and noticed how he had a vauntingly protrusion. I quickly looked back up at his nerve. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."Well you went full-of-the-moon locker room veridical quick."
"Haha this isn't full footlocker room. full locker room is bare 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 briefs and there it was. A glorious spell of boastfully 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 bureau over there for me please ? They're in the behind"

I pried my eyes away from his big swinging cock and walked across the room. I opened the drawer and bent-grass 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 short hard.

"Oh sorry, they must all be dirty. wellspring, I'm gon na hop in the shower now. You can just watch TV in here until your pants 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 remember. He is amazing looking. Was his dick getting bigger because he saw me bow over in these yoga pants ? Did he bump me sexually attractive ? Was he jacking off in the shower thinking about me ? I heard the shower running and decided to look a while. I had to see it again. I walked over to the doorway and peeked inside. In the mirror reflection I could see him pulling on his turncock while he waited for the water to warm up. I started to get heavily and rub myself through the thin pants. Suddenly, he looked all in at me in the mirror and waved his big fat tool at me and said,"You coming tweed boy ? ”