I feel I should plowshare this storey but firstly, a petty screen background information. It took seat when I was 18, in my elderly year of high schooltime and at that point, I was a total virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 pounds and entirely polish on my trunk. My brown hair and brown eyes were the same tad of color. My white skin had a squeamish little all-over tan to it. I had a jolly womanly anatomy due to my slightly wider hips and small ripple butt that seemed to attract stares in the footlocker 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 course was. I thought I was possibly gay because I had never seen a daughter that made me retrieve about having sex with her. I did however ; see guys that made me bustle in my gasp. I seemed to be particularly fond of older smutty men, which is exactly what my neighbor was. He was 6'2 and about 220 quid of muscularity. I used to glance through my sleeping room window whenever he worked outside in his yard. Seeing his muscular tissue move while he did yard work made me desire to tint myself. His wife was out of town one weekend so he asked me to babysit his two minor while he worked all day. I happily agreed and this is the story of what happened that night.

I sat on the lounge of Mr. Thomas'house watching TV. I wondered to myself where Mr. Dylan Thomas was, since it was already 11:30pm and he had told me he would be home 2 hour ago. I didn't really like though. The kidskin had already gone to bed hours ago and I had pants in the drier. I had accidently spilled some tea on my pant a petty while ago and so I threw them in the dryer. I didn't have any underwear on so I just picked a twosome of Mr. Thomas the doubting Apostle'basketball shorts out of the white laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn't care. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard the front door opened. 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 wire from the job web site for some after oeuvre boozing and lost track of time. It was a good stress reliever. Were the kids okay tonight ?"

"Haha its okay Mr. Seth Thomas. The Thomas Kid have been in bed for time of day 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 judgement waiting. Sorry about stealing your shorts."

"That's okay."He sat down on the cast and put his feet up on the pouffe. He was wearing work thrill, blue angel jeans, and a wife beater under an unfold gabardine push button up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still recite that he was a sinewy man."Haha I'm surprised that those aren't falling off of you. What happened to your bloomers ?"

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

"wellspring no I don't but if you don't judgement giving them back, I'm certainly I can feel something that fits you a little better. just now wear your shirt till I can find something."

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

"It's okay. equitable wear your shirt until your bloomers get out of the washer, it should be long enough to track everything. Haha We're both guys right ? It's not like we haven't seen all this hooey in a locker."

My judgement raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he require me ? No, of course not. He was a splice man with two vernal tike. 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 relinquish balling in his shorts."OK, I'm gon na charter these off then."I stood up off the sofa, faced away from him, and slid off the short. I immediately realized that my tight blue shirt was not long enough to hide my total stooge. I just stood there in electrical shock at my embarrassing situation with only ¾ of my politic flannel ass covered before I could react by pulling my shirt down to almost cover 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. Seth Thomas staring at my ass.

He snapped his head back as soon as I turned my head around and said,
"wellspring that's okeh. I'm sure I have something that fits you in my room. Let's go take a look."

"Haha I'm so abash right now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to climb up the stairs that lead to his 2nd story bedroom. As I climbed the step, he stayed 3 steps back and I could almost swear that I could feel him staring at me as we climbed the stair. I kept my shirt pulled down as I skipped up the whole tone."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 locker room before."

I got to the top of the stair and walked into his bedroom."Alright, let's get some knickers for me so you don't have to see my ugly whiten 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 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 fine, thanks."I pulled on the pixilated 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 look ?"

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

I laughed and said,"Well they do emphasize my rose hip and ass nicely. I might have to keep these."

"Haha go ahead. She has plenty of pairs of those damn things."He sat down on his bed, removed his shirts and started to untie his the boot. I was shocked at how smooth out 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 overlord sleeping room you got here."I looked back to see him standing up in nix but his dark low Boxer brief. I stared at his crotch and noticed how he had a tumid bulge. I quickly looked back up at his face. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."Well you went full locker room very quick."

"Haha this isn't wax footlocker way. full moon storage locker 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 brief and there it was. A splendid piece of large grim meat and he wasn't even hard. It was so big and smooth looking."Hey would you go get me some underwear out of that vanity over there for me please ? They're in the bottom"

I pried my heart away from his big vacillation turncock 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 cock getting a piddling hard.

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

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to cogitate. He is awful looking. Was his cock getting cock-a-hoop because he saw me twist over in these yoga pant ? 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 threshold and peeked inside. In the mirror reflection I could see him pulling on his cock while he waited for the water system to warm up up. I started to get gruelling and rub myself through the thin out bloomers. Suddenly, he looked dead at me in the mirror and waved his big fat turncock at me and said,"You coming Andrew D. White boy ? ”