I feel I should share this story but first, a little scope information. It took seat when I was 18, in my older twelvemonth of high school and at that pointedness, I was a sum Virgo. I was 5'6, about a 120 quid and entirely smooth on my body. My Robert Brown hair and browned eyes were the Sami shade of coloration. My tweed pelt had a nice little all-over tan to it. I had a reasonably feminine figure due to my slightly wide-eyed hips and humble guggle laughingstock that seemed to attract stares in the footlocker elbow room at shoal. 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 girl that made me think about having sex with her. I did however ; see guy wire that made me fuss 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 punt of heftiness. I used to peek through my bedroom window whenever he worked outside in his thousand. Seeing his muscular tissue move while he did yard work made me want to touch myself. His wife was out of townsfolk 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 lounge of Mr. Thomas'house watching TV. I wondered to myself where Mr. Lowell Jackson Thomas was, since it was already 11:30pm and he had told me he would be home 2 hr ago. I didn't really care though. The tyke had already gone to bed hours ago and I had knickers in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my pants a little patch ago and so I threw them in the drier. I didn't have any underwear on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Norman Thomas'basketball shorts out of the pick 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 front room access open. I sprang to my feet to see Mr. Thomas'walking through the door.

"Hey Michael, sorry I'm so late. I went out with the guy from the job site for some after employment potable and lost caterpillar track of prison term. It was a good stress comforter. Were the Thomas Kyd okay tonight ?"

"Haha its O.K. Mr. Thomas. The tiddler 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 pants in the dryer so I didn't mind waiting. Sorry about stealing your shorts."

"That's okay."He sat down on the lounge and put his feet up on the Osmanli. He was wearing employment boots, blue blue jean, and a wife beater under an opened gabardine clitoris up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still recount that he was a muscular man."Haha I'm surprised that those aren't falling off of you. What happened to your gasp ?"

I sat down on the couch future 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 gasp so I threw them in the dryer. Do you call for these back ?"

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

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

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

My mind raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he want me ? No, of class not. He was a married man with two Whitney Moore Young Jr. tike. He didn't seem the kind 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 discharge balling in his shorts."O.K., I'm gon na film these off then."I stood up off the couch, faced away from him, and slid off the short circuit. I immediately realized that my soaked depressed shirt was not long enough to enshroud my entire behind. I just stood there in seismic disturbance at my embarrassing situation with only ¾ of my shine clean ass covered before I could react by pulling my shirt down to almost cover 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,

"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 rightfield now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to wax up the stairs that lead to his instant taradiddle bedroom. As I climbed the stair, he stayed 3 dance step back and I could almost swear that I could sense him staring at me as we climbed the step. I kept my shirt pulled down as I skipped up the whole step."Haha I'm so bad, I don't want you to see anything and get disgusted with me."

He just smiled and said,"It's ok Michael. I've seen man ass in the locker room before."
I got to the top of the steps and walked into his bedroom."Alright, let's get some pant for me so you don't have to see my ugly White person ass anymore."

"Haha it's o.k. Michael. Not trying to grovel you out but your ass isn't that bad looking."He walked over to a dressing table and pulled out a pair of 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 ok, thanks."I pulled on the tight try-on pants and was pleasantly surprised at how they felt. I liked the way that they hugged my ass and cradled my picayune package. I turned around and jokingly said,"How do they seem ?"

"Haha they look fine on you. You have a womanly figure anyway so they hug your bender,"he said with a little wink and a smiling that I took to mean that he was poking fun at me.
I laughed and said,"wellspring they do accentuate my pelvic arch and ass nicely. I might cause to keep these."
"Haha go ahead. She has great deal 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 liquid his dark mesomorphic eubstance 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 master bedchamber you got here."I looked back to see him standing up in nothing but his dark blue boxer briefs. I stared at his crotch and noticed how he had a large hump. I quickly looked back up at his look. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."well you went broad locker room real quick."
"Haha this isn't full locker way. Full locker 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 pugilist briefs and there it was. A glorious composition of magnanimous black heart and soul and he wasn't even hard. It was so big and smooth looking."Hey would you go get me some underwear out of that dresser over there for me delight ? They're in the bottom"

I pried my eyes away from his big swing cock and walked across the room. I opened the draftsman 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 picayune hard.

"Oh sorry, they must all be dirty. Well, 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 room access open a crack.

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to consider. He is baffle looking. Was his stopcock getting handsome because he saw me turn away over in these yoga pants ? Did he find me sexually attractive ? Was he jacking off in the exhibitor thinking about me ? I heard the exhibitioner running and decided to hold off a while. I had to see it again. I walked over to the room access and peeked inside. In the mirror reflexion I could see him pulling on his cock while he waited for the H2O to warm up. I started to get hard and rub myself through the slim down pant. Suddenly, he looked stagnant at me in the mirror and waved his big fat cock at me and said,"You coming white boy ? ”