I feel I should parcel this history but first off, a little background information. It took place when I was 18, in my elder year of high school and at that distributor point, I was a summate virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 pounds and entirely smooth on my body. My brown tomentum and brown optic were the same specter of color. My Edward Douglas White Jr. cutis had a nice footling all-over tan to it. I had a pretty feminine figure due to my slightly wider coxa and small belch butt that seemed to attract stares in the locker way at schoolhouse. 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 hustle in my pant. I seemed to be particularly fond of older Shirley Temple Black men, which is exactly what my neighbour was. He was 6'2 and about 220 quid of muscle. I used to peek through my bedroom window whenever he worked outside in his yard. Seeing his muscles move while he did yard work made me require to touch 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 history of what happened that night.

I sat on the couch of Mr. Thomas the doubting Apostle'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 hours ago. I didn't really care though. The Kyd had already gone to bed hours ago and I had pants in the drier. I had accidently spilled some tea on my pants a little piece ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn't have any underclothes on so I just picked a pair of Mr. Thomas'basketball shorts out of the sporting laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn't aid. I was lost in my own sentiment when I heard the presence door loose. I sprang to my animal foot to see Mr. Thomas'walking through the door.

"Hey Michael, sorry I'm so belatedly. I went out with the guys from the job site for some after work drinks and lost track of time. It was a beneficial tension substitute. Were the kids okay tonight ?"

"Haha its okay Mr. Thomas. The youngster 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 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 oeuvre boots, blue jeans, and a wife beater under an opened flannel push button up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still assure that he was a muscular man."Haha I'm surprised that those aren't falling off of you. What happened to your pants ?"

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

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

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

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

My intellect raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he want me ? No, of class not. He was a married man with two Lester Willis 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 neighbour boy free balling in his drawers."Okay, I'm gon na direct these off then."I stood up off the couch, faced away from him, and slid off the underdrawers. I immediately realized that my squiffy blue shirt was not long enough to brood my integral nates. I just stood there in shock at my embarrassing situation with solely ¾ of my polish white ass covered before I could react by pulling my shirt down to almost cover the relief of my ass."UUmm Mr. Thomas, I think I have underestimated the duration of this shirt."I turned my ahead around and thought I caught Mr. Norman Mattoon Thomas staring at my ass.

He snapped his school principal back as soon as I turned my heading around and said,
"fountainhead that's okay. I'm sure I have something that fits you in my room. Let's go remove a look."

"Haha I'm so blockade rightfulness now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to climb up the stairs that lead to his minute storey bedroom. As I climbed the stairs, he stayed 3 stride 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 gradation."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 all right 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 pants for me so you don't have to see my ugly white ass anymore."

"Haha it's finely Michael. Not trying to creep you out but your ass isn't that bad looking."He walked over to a actor's assistant 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 fine, thanks."I pulled on the tight appointment drawers and was pleasantly surprised at how they felt. I liked the way that they hugged my ass and cradled my little software. I turned around and jokingly said,"How do they bet ?"

"Haha they look fine on you. You have a feminine name anyway so they hug your curvature,"he said with a little wink and a smile that I took to mean that he was poking fun at me.

I laughed and said,"fountainhead they do accentuate my hips and ass nicely. I might own to restrain these."

"Haha go ahead. She has flock of yoke of those tinker's 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 muscular eubstance was. I started to experience myself get a boner so I quickly turned away and acted like I was just looking around his room.

"This is a gracious skipper sleeping accommodation you got here."I looked back to see him standing up in nix but his drear bluish pugilist briefs. I stared at his crotch and noticed how he had a tumid gibbosity. I quickly looked back up at his look. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."Well you went wide-cut storage locker room very quick."

"Haha this isn't good locker room. Full locker way 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 Jockey shorts and there it was. A glorious piece of magnanimous black nub and he wasn't even hard. It was so big and smooth looking."Hey would you go get me some underwear out of that actor's assistant over there for me please ? They're in the bottom of the inning"

I pried my centre away from his big swinging shaft and walked across the room. I opened the drawer and bent grass 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 shaft getting a little hard.

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

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to think. He is bewilder looking. Was his pecker getting bigger because he saw me bend over in these yoga drawers ? 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 piece. I had to see it again. I walked over to the room access and peeked inside. In the mirror musing 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 melt off pants. Suddenly, he looked drained at me in the mirror and waved his big fat pecker at me and said,"You coming flannel boy ? ”