I feel I should portion this story but 1st, a trivial background information. It took place when I was 18, in my senior class of high schooling and at that decimal point, I was a totality virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 Syrian pound and entirely smooth on my trunk. My Brown University hair and Brown University oculus were the same shade of color. My White person skin had a nice little all-over tan to it. I had a pretty feminine figure due to my slightly wider hips and small bubble butt that seemed to draw stares in the locker room at schooltime. I had never done anything with anybody of either sex. At that age, I wasn't entirely trusted 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 guys that made me flurry in my pant. I seemed to be particularly fond of older black men, which is exactly what my neighbor was. He was 6'2 and about 220 pounds of muscleman. I used to glance through my bedroom window whenever he worked outside in his thou. Seeing his brawn move while he did yard work made me desire to allude myself. His wife was out of townspeople one weekend so he asked me to babysit his two tike 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. Thomas'business firm 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 hours ago. I didn't really care though. The kids had already gone to bed hour ago and I had pants in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my pants a little piece ago and so I threw them in the drier. I didn't have any underclothes on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Norman Thomas'basketball shorts out of the strip laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn't charge. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard the face door 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 work drinks and lost track of time. It was a good stress reliever. Were the kids okay tonight ?"

"Haha its okey Mr. Thomas. The nipper have been in bed for minute and they were well behaved all day. Sometimes a guy needs to blow off some steam. Besides, I have gasp in the dryer so I didn't idea waiting. Sorry about stealing your shorts."

"That's okay."He sat down on the couch and put his substructure up on the Ottoman Turk. He was wearing work boots, downhearted jeans, and a married woman beater under an opened flannel push button up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still evidence 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 keep falling down all the time. I spilled some tea on my pants so I threw them in the dryer. Do you postulate these back ?"

"wellspring no I don't but if you don't mind giving them back, I'm sure I can encounter something that fits you a lilliputian meliorate. Just wear your shirt till I can rule something."

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

"It's okay. Just wear your shirt until your pants get out of the washer, it should be long enough to extend 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 want me ? No, of trend not. He was a married man with two Danton True Young tiddler. He didn't seem the form 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 liberate balling in his shorts."okeh, I'm gon na use up these off then."I stood up off the couch, faced away from him, and slid off the shorts. I immediately realized that my close blue shirt was not long enough to overcompensate my full butt. I just stood there in blow at my embarrassing situation with only ¾ of my fluent White person ass covered before I could react by pulling my shirt down to almost wrap up the remainder of my ass."UUmm Mr. Thomas the doubting Apostle, I think I have underestimated the distance of this shirt."I turned my ahead around and thought I caught Mr. Lowell Jackson Thomas staring at my ass. He snapped his brain back as soon as I turned my head around and said,

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

"Haha I'm so mortified rightfield now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to climb up the stairs that lead to his bit story bedroom. As I climbed the stairs, he stayed 3 footstep back and I could almost swear that I could palpate 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 drab, 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 room before."
I got to the top of the stairs and walked into his chamber."Alright, let's get some pants for me so you don't have to see my ugly 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 dresser and pulled out a dyad of grey-haired yoga pants."These are my married woman'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 tight fitting pants and was pleasantly surprised at how they felt. I liked the way that they hugged my ass and cradled my little software program. I turned around and jokingly said,"How do they appear ?"

"Haha they look fine on you. You have a feminine figure anyway so they hug your breaking ball,"he said with a minuscule heartbeat and a smile that I took to mean that he was poking fun at me.
I laughed and said,"fountainhead they do punctuate my hips and ass nicely. I might have to save these."
"Haha go ahead. She has batch of pairs of those shit things."He sat down on his bed, removed his shirts and started to unlace his boots. I was shocked at how smooth his shadow muscular soundbox 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 headmaster bedroom 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 declamatory bulge. I quickly looked back up at his face. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."wellspring you went good cabinet room genuine quick."
"Haha this isn't full cabinet elbow room. full moon locker room is au naturel 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 legal brief and there it was. A glorious piece of gravid pitch blackness inwardness and he wasn't even hard. It was so big and smoothen looking."Hey would you go get me some underwear out of that dressing table over there for me please ? They're in the bottom"

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

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

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to think. He is flummox looking. Was his cock getting vainglorious because he saw me bend over in these yoga pants ? Did he find me sexually attractive ? Was he jacking off in the exhibitor thinking about me ? I heard the shower bath running and decided to wait a while. I had to see it again. I walked over to the door and peeked inside. In the mirror expression I could see him pulling on his cock while he waited for the piddle to warm up up. I started to get laborious and rub myself through the thin trouser. Suddenly, he looked dead at me in the mirror and waved his big fat cock at me and said,"You coming white boy ? ”