I feel I should share this story but low gear, a little background selective information. It took place when I was 18, in my elderly year of high school and at that point, I was a tote up virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 British pound and entirely smooth on my consistency. My brown whisker and brown eyes were the same shade of colouring material. My white pelt had a Nice little all-over tan to it. I had a pretty womanly figure due to my slightly wider hips and small bubble can that seemed to attract stares in the locker room at schooltime. I had never done anything with anybody of either sex. At that age, I wasn't entirely sure as shooting what my sexual orientation was. I thought I was possibly gay because I had never seen a lady friend that made me think about having sex with her. I did however ; see hombre that made me splash in my pants. I seemed to be particularly fond of older black men, which is exactly what my neighbour was. He was 6'2 and about 220 Cypriot pound of brawniness. I used to peek through my bedchamber window whenever he worked outside in his railway yard. Seeing his muscles move while he did yard study made me need to touch myself. His wife was out of town one weekend so he asked me to babysit his two child 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'house watching TV. I wondered to myself where Mr. Lowell 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 tike had already gone to bed minute ago and I had pants in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my gasp a little while ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn't have any underwear on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Lowell Thomas'basketball shorts out of the light laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn't care. I was lost in my own persuasion when I heard the front door undetermined. I sprang to my foundation to see Mr. Thomas'walking through the door.

"Hey Michael, sorry I'm so recently. I went out with the hombre from the job web site for some after work potable and lost track of meter. It was a safe tension reliever. Were the minor okay tonight ?"

"Haha its okay Mr. Lowell Thomas. The kids 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 couch and put his feet up on the ottoman. He was wearing work the boot, dingy blue jean, and a wife beater under an opened flannel button up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still secern that he was a brawny man."Haha I'm surprised that those aren't falling off of you. What happened to your pants ?"

I sat down on the couch future to him."Haha I have them cinched up stringent as they go but they still keep falling down all the metre. I spilled some tea on my gasp so I threw them in the drier. Do you need these second ?"

"fountainhead no I don't but if you don't mind giving them back, I'm sure I can find something that fits you a footling practiced. barely wear your shirt till I can line up something."

"Uuumm Mr. Norman Thomas, I'm not wearing any underwear. 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 get across everything. Haha We're both guy cable right ? It's not like we haven't seen all this poppycock in a locker."

My mind raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he want me ? No, of course not. He was a married man with two offspring youngster. He didn't seem the sort 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 shorts."okay, I'm gon na take these off then."I stood up off the lounge, faced away from him, and slid off the shorts. I immediately realized that my wet amobarbital sodium shirt was not long enough to cover my entire butt. I just stood there in stupor at my embarrassing situation with alone ¾ of my smooth white-hot ass covered before I could oppose by pulling my shirt down to almost incubate 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. St. Thomas staring at my ass. He snapped his head back as soon as I turned my head around and said,

"well that's O.K.. I'm sure I have something that fits you in my room. Let's go postulate a look."

"Haha I'm so embarrassed right hand now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to mount up the stair that lead to his secondly fib bedroom. As I climbed the stairs, he stayed 3 steps back and I could almost cuss 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 dreary, 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 stairs and walked into his bedroom."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 sneak you out but your ass isn't that bad looking."He walked over to a actor's assistant and pulled out a twosome of grey yoga drawers."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 tight accommodation pants and was pleasantly surprised at how they felt. I liked the way that they hugged my ass and cradled my short parcel. I turned around and jokingly said,"How do they look ?"

"Haha they look okay on you. You have a womanly figure anyway so they hug your curves,"he said with a little split second and a smile that I took to intend that he was poking fun at me.
I laughed and said,"well they do accentuate my hips and ass nicely. I might have to proceed these."
"Haha go ahead. She has plenty of distich of those damn things."He sat down on his bed, removed his shirts and started to unlace his boot. I was shocked at how smooth his non-white sinewy trunk was. I started to feel myself get a pratfall so I quickly turned away and acted like I was just looking around his room.
"This is a nice master bedroom you got here."I looked back to see him standing up in nothing but his dark blasphemous packer briefs. I stared at his crotch and noticed how he had a large bulge. I quickly looked back up at his face. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."well you went entire locker way real quick."
"Haha this isn't entire locker room. Full footlocker elbow room is naked 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 packer legal brief and there it was. A magnificent piece of music of vauntingly black heart and soul and he wasn't even hard. It was so big and still 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 centre away from his big vacillation hammer 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 peter getting a little hard.

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

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to opine. He is amazing looking. Was his rooster getting freehanded because he saw me crouch over in these yoga pants ? Did he find me sexually attractive ? Was he jacking off in the shower thinking about me ? I heard the shower 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 reflection I could see him pulling on his cock while he waited for the water to warm up. I started to get difficult and rub myself through the lose weight pants. Suddenly, he looked dead at me in the mirror and waved his big fat dick at me and said,"You coming blank boy ? ”