I feel I should share this write up but firstly, a lilliputian background entropy. It took place when I was 18, in my senior class of highschool shoal and at that point, I was a number Virgo the Virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 pounds and entirely smooth out on my torso. My brown hair and Brown University optic were the Saami nuance of color. My white skin had a overnice fiddling all-over tan to it. I had a pretty womanly figure of speech due to my slightly wider hips and minuscule bubble butt that seemed to attract stares in the locker room 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 girlfriend that made me think about having sex with her. I did however ; see Guy that made me stir in my trouser. I seemed to be particularly fond of older Negro men, which is exactly what my neighbour was. He was 6'2 and about 220 pounds of muscle. I used to glance through my bedroom window whenever he worked outside in his yard. Seeing his muscles move while he did yard work made me want to concern myself. His wife was out of town one weekend so he asked me to babysit his two children while he worked all day. I happily agreed and this is the fib of what happened that night.

I sat on the couch of Mr. Norman Mattoon 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 hours ago. I didn't really wish 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 trouser a little piece ago and so I threw them in the drier. I didn't have any underwear on so I just picked a twain of Mr. Thomas'hoops shorts out of the clean washables bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn't care. I was lost in my own thought process when I heard the front end threshold open. I sprang to my feet to see Mr. Seth Thomas'walking through the door.

"Hey Michael, sorry I'm so late. I went out with the hombre from the job website for some after work drinks and lost track of time. It was a good stress reliever. Were the kids okay tonight ?"

"Haha its okay Mr. Saint Thomas. The kids have been in bed for hours and they were well behaved all day. Sometimes a guy needs to mess up off some steam. Besides, I have trouser in the drier so I didn't mind waiting. Sorry about stealing your shorts."

"That's okay."He sat down on the couch 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 that he was a muscular man."Haha I'm surprised that those aren't falling off of you. What happened to your drawers ?"

I sat down on the couch following 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 need these back up ?"

"well no I don't but if you don't brain giving them back, I'm for certain I can detect something that fits you a lilliputian better. Just wear your shirt till I can retrieve something."

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

"It's okay. fair wear your shirt until your pant 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 material in a locker."

My mind raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he need me ? No, of path not. He was a married 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 pants back and that he didn't want some neighbor boy free balling in his underdrawers."OK, 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-blooded shirt was not long enough to cover my intact butt. I just stood there in shock at my embarrassing berth with only ¾ of my smooth white ass covered before I could react by pulling my shirt down to almost underwrite the respite of my ass."UUmm Mr. Thomas, I think I have underestimated the distance of this shirt."I turned my ahead around and thought I caught Mr. Norman Mattoon 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 involve a look."

"Haha I'm so embarrassed right now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to go up up the stairs that lead to his bit story sleeping room. As I climbed the stairs, he stayed 3 steps back and I could almost swear that I could feel 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 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 cabinet room before."

I got to the top of the steps and walked into his sleeping accommodation."Alright, let's get some pants for me so you don't have to see my ugly livid ass anymore."

"Haha it's very well 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 pair of grey yoga pants."These are my married woman's but you are about her size of it 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 package. I turned around and jokingly said,"How do they look ?"

"Haha they look finely on you. You have a womanly digit anyway so they hug your curvature,"he said with a little wink and a grin 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 own to keep these."

"Haha go ahead. She has plenty of dyad 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 sinewy eubstance was. I started to feel myself get a flub so I quickly turned away and acted like I was just looking around his room.

"This is a overnice master bedroom you got here."I looked back to see him standing up in nothing but his dark racy boxer legal brief. I stared at his fork and noticed how he had a boastfully excrescence. I quickly looked back up at his face. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."well you went broad cabinet room very quick."

"Haha this isn't full phase of the moon storage locker elbow room. Full footlocker elbow 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 boxer legal brief and there it was. A glorious firearm of large calamitous meat and he wasn't even hard. It was so big and liquid 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 swinging tool 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 underwear."Umm they're not in here."I looked around to him and thought I saw his cock getting a little hard.

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

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to think. He is amaze looking. Was his cock getting bigger 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 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 thoughtfulness I could see him pulling on his putz while he waited for the urine to warm up. I started to get firmly and rub myself through the slight pants. Suddenly, he looked drained at me in the mirror and waved his big fat cock at me and said,"You coming white boy ? ”