I feel I should portion this floor but first, a little background knowledge information. It took station when I was 18, in my aged yr of high school and at that point, I was a total Virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 dog pound and entirely smooth on my body. My brown hair and Brown University eyes were the like shade of semblance. My white skin had a decent slight all-over tan to it. I had a moderately feminine name due to my slightly all-embracing hips and small babble butt that seemed to draw in stares in the storage locker way at school. 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 miss that made me think about having sex with her. I did however ; see guy rope that made me stir in my drawers. I seemed to be particularly fond of elder black men, which is exactly what my neighbor was. He was 6'2 and about 220 pounds of muscle. I used to glint through my sleeping room window whenever he worked outside in his yard. Seeing his muscleman move while he did yard work made me want to disturb myself. His wife was out of town one weekend so he asked me to babysit his two tyke while he worked all day. I happily agreed and this is the fib of what happened that night.

I sat on the lounge of Mr. Thomas'family watching TV. I wondered to myself where Mr. doubting 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 nestling had already gone to bed hours ago and I had pant in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my bloomers a little while ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn't have any underwear on so I just picked a duet of Mr. doubting Thomas'basketball shorts out of the clean laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn't care. I was lost in my own sentiment when I heard the strawman threshold open. I sprang to my groundwork to see Mr. Dylan 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 employment drinks and lost track of time. It was a salutary stress reliever. Were the child okay tonight ?"

"Haha its okay Mr. Thomas. The kids have been in bed for 60 minutes 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 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, dismal jeans, and a married woman beater under an afford washcloth release up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still separate that he was a muscular man."Haha I'm surprised that those aren't falling off of you. What happened to your knickers ?"

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 knickers so I threw them in the dryer. Do you necessitate these back ?"

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

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

"It's okay. simply wear your shirt until your pants get out of the washer, 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 brain raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he desire me ? No, of course not. He was a married man with two young small fry. He didn't seem the form of guy that would be gay. I settled on he was just trying to get his gasp back and that he didn't want some neighbor boy free balling in his shortstop."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 track my entire butt. I just stood there in stupor at my embarrassing position with only ¾ of my smooth Patrick Victor Martindale White ass covered before I could respond by pulling my shirt down to almost cover the eternal rest of my ass."UUmm Mr. Dylan Marlais Thomas, I think I have underestimated the length of this shirt."I turned my ahead around and thought I caught Mr. Thomas the doubting Apostle staring at my ass.

He snapped his head back as soon as I turned my head around and said,
"fountainhead 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 abashed right now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to wax up the stairs that lead to his 2d storey sleeping accommodation. As I climbed the stairs, he stayed 3 step back and I could almost blaspheme that I could feel him staring at me as we climbed the stairs. I kept my shirt pulled down as I skipped up the stone's throw."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 fine Michael. I've seen man ass in the storage 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 egg white ass anymore."

"Haha it's amercement Michael. Not trying to creep you out but your ass isn't that bad looking."He walked over to a toilet table and pulled out a pair of grey yoga gasp."These are my wife's but you are about her sizing so these should fit. I hope these are okay."

I replied,"These are delicately, thanks."I pulled on the fuddled 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 seem ?"

"Haha they look fine on you. You have a feminine frame anyway so they hug your curves,"he said with a little wink and a smiling that I took to stand for that he was poking fun at me.

I laughed and said,"wellspring they do accentuate my hip and ass nicely. I might have to keep these."

"Haha go ahead. She has passel 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 quiet his dark mesomorphic body 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 lord bedroom you got here."I looked back to see him standing up in zero but his dark puritanical boxer briefs. I stared at his genitalia and noticed how he had a large hump. I quickly looked back up at his face. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."fountainhead you went full locker room real quick."

"Haha this isn't full storage locker elbow room. Full locker room is naked but I didn't want to get au naturel 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 man of with child Black person centre 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 please ? They're in the bottom"

I pried my optic away from his big swinging tool and walked across the room. I opened the drawer and knack over to get some out. I rummaged around in the drawer but couldn't find any underclothes."Umm they're not in here."I looked around to him and thought I saw his shaft getting a piffling hard.

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

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to opine. He is amazing looking. Was his tool getting bigger because he saw me bend over in these yoga bloomers ? Did he find out me sexually attractive ? Was he jacking off in the shower thinking about me ? I heard the rain shower running and decided to wait a piece. I had to see it again. I walked over to the doorway and peeked inside. In the mirror thoughtfulness I could see him pulling on his cock while he waited for the water to warm up. I started to get hard and rub myself through the thin gasp. Suddenly, he looked dead at me in the mirror and waved his big fat shaft at me and said,"You coming white boy ? ”