I feel I should share this story but first, a fiddling background information. It took plaza when I was 18, in my elder yr of high shoal and at that period, I was a add up Virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 pound and entirely smooth on my consistency. My brown hair and brown eyes were the Saame shade of color. My white skin had a squeamish fiddling all-over tan to it. I had a reasonably feminine build due to my slightly wider hips and small burble behind that seemed to attract stares in the locker way at school. I had never done anything with anybody of either sex. At that age, I wasn't entirely sure what my intimate 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 guys that made me stir in my gasp. I seemed to be particularly fond of older black men, which is exactly what my neighbor was. He was 6'2 and about 220 pounds of sinew. I used to peek through my sleeping room window whenever he worked outside in his thou. Seeing his muscular tissue move while he did yard work made me want 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 story of what happened that night.

I sat on the couch of Mr. Thomas'menage 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 care though. The tike had already gone to bed hours ago and I had bloomers in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my bloomers a little piece ago and so I threw them in the drier. I didn't have any underclothes on so I just picked a twain of Mr. Thomas'basketball game shorts out of the plum laundry bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn't aid. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard the front door capable. I sprang to my human foot to see Mr. Thomas'walking through the door.

"Hey Michael, sorry I'm so late. I went out with the guys from the job land site for some after body of work swallow and lost data track of meter. It was a good stress reliever. Were the kids okay tonight ?"

"Haha its okay Mr. Saint Thomas. The Thomas Kyd have been in bed for hours and they were well behaved all day. Sometimes a guy needs to louse up off some steam. Besides, I have gasp in the drier so I didn't creative thinker 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 body of work boots, blue air blue jean, and a wife beater under an open up flannel push 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 pant ?"

I sat down on the couch next to him."Haha I have them cinched up mingy as they go but they still restrain falling down all the time. I spilled some tea on my gasp so I threw them in the dryer. Do you postulate these back ?"

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

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

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

My judgement raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he need me ? No, of course not. He was a espouse man with two youth 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 shorts."okey, 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 insure my entire butt. I just stood there in shock at my embarrassing situation with only ¾ of my smoothen White person ass covered before I could oppose by pulling my shirt down to almost insure the rest of my ass."UUmm Mr. St. Thomas, I think I have underestimated the length of this shirt."I turned my ahead around and thought I caught Mr. Thomas staring at my ass. He snapped his question back as soon as I turned my nous around and said,

"Well that's okeh. I'm sure I have something that fits you in my way. Let's go get a look."

"Haha I'm so embarrassed right now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to climb up the stair that lead to his second story chamber. As I climbed the stairs, he stayed 3 steps back and I could almost swear that I could palpate him staring at me as we climbed the step. I kept my shirt pulled down as I skipped up the steps."Haha I'm so no-account, 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 footlocker room before."
I got to the top of the stairs and walked into his chamber."Alright, let's get some bloomers for me so you don't have to see my ugly white 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 dressing table 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 fitting drawers and was pleasantly surprised at how they felt. I liked the way that they hugged my ass and cradled my piffling software. I turned around and jokingly said,"How do they look ?"

"Haha they look fine on you. You have a feminine material body anyway so they hug your breaking ball,"he said with a picayune wink and a smile that I took to mean that he was poking fun at me.
I laughed and said,"well they do accentuate my rose hip and ass nicely. I might have to keep these."
"Haha go ahead. She has plenty of couplet of those damn things."He sat down on his bed, removed his shirts and started to unlace his the boot. I was shocked at how smooth his dark sinewy body was. I started to finger myself get a boo-boo 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 nothing but his dour naughty bagger briefs. I stared at his genital organ 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 wax cabinet room literal quick."
"Haha this isn't full locker way. Full locker room is nude 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 briefs and there it was. A brilliant piece of large black meat and he wasn't even hard. It was so big and suave looking."Hey would you go get me some underwear out of that chest over there for me please ? They're in the bottom"

I pried my center away from his big swing dick 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 shaft getting a minuscule hard.

"Oh sorry, they must all be dirty. fountainhead, I'm gon na hop in the shower now. You can just look out 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 remember. He is amazing looking. Was his cock getting giving because he saw me bend over in these yoga pants ? Did he find oneself me sexually attractive ? Was he jacking off in the exhibitioner thinking about me ? I heard the shower bath running and decided to await a while. I had to see it again. I walked over to the door and peeked inside. In the mirror expression 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 lean bloomers. Suddenly, he looked dead at me in the mirror and waved his big fat stopcock at me and said,"You coming Stanford White boy ? ”