I feel I should percentage this story but first, a little ground information. It took place when I was 18, in my senior year of senior high shoal and at that distributor point, I was a total virgin. I was 5'6, about a 120 pound and entirely smoothen on my physical structure. My John Brown tomentum and browned centre were the same shade of color. My white skin had a nice little all-over tan to it. I had a pretty feminine figure due to my slightly wide-eyed hips and small bubble butt that seemed to pull in stares in the locker elbow room at shoal. 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 young lady that made me cogitate about having sex with her. I did however ; see Guy that made me hustle in my pants. I seemed to be particularly fond of senior black men, which is exactly what my neighbour was. He was 6'2 and about 220 dog pound of musculus. I used to peek through my bedroom windowpane whenever he worked outside in his pace. Seeing his muscularity move while he did yard work made me want to affect myself. His wife was out of town one weekend so he asked me to babysit his two tyke 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 minute ago. I didn't really deal though. The kids had already gone to bed hour ago and I had bloomers in the dryer. I had accidently spilled some tea on my bloomers 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. Thomas'basketball game shorts out of the clean washing bin and slid them on. They were very big on me but I didn't fear. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard the front doorway open air. I sprang to my human foot to see Mr. Thomas'walking through the door.

"Hey Michael, sorry I'm so belatedly. I went out with the Guy from the job internet site for some after work drinks and lost track of clock time. It was a good stress fireman. Were the kids okay tonight ?"

"Haha its okay Mr. Dylan 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 head waiting. Sorry about stealing your shorts."

"That's okay."He sat down on the redact and put his foundation up on the Ottoman Turk. He was wearing work boots, dismal dungaree, and a wife beater under an afford flannel button up shirt. Even with his shirt on, you could still narrate 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 next 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 trouser so I threw them in the dryer. Do you take these back ?"

"Well no I don't but if you don't mind giving them back, I'm sure as shooting I can find oneself something that fits you a little in effect. Just wear your shirt till I can find something."

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

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

My psyche raced, was he trying to get me naked ? Did he require me ? No, of course not. He was a conjoin man with two Thomas Young fry. He didn't seem the form 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 innocent balling in his shorts."okay, 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 blind drunk spicy shirt was not long enough to overcompensate my integral butt. I just stood there in shock at my embarrassing situation with only ¾ of my smooth white 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. Thomas staring at my ass.

He snapped his header back as soon as I turned my capitulum around and said,
"Well that's OK. I'm sure I have something that fits you in my room. Let's go contain a look."

"Haha I'm so embarrassed rightfulness now. Alright, let's go look."I kept my ass to him and turned around to rise up the stairs that lead to his instant story sleeping accommodation. As I climbed the stairs, he stayed 3 steps back and I could almost rely that I could feel him staring at me as we climbed the stairs. I kept my shirt pulled down as I skipped up the footprint."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 stairs and walked into his chamber."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 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 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 pant 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 fine on you. You have a feminine frame anyway so they hug your curves,"he said with a little trice and a grinning that I took to mean that he was poking fun at me.

I laughed and said,"wellspring they do accentuate my articulatio coxae and ass nicely. I might consume to keep these."

"Haha go ahead. She has mickle of pairs of those shit things."He sat down on his bed, removed his shirts and started to unlace his rush. I was shocked at how placid his black powerful body was. I started to find myself get a boo-boo so I quickly turned away and acted like I was just looking around his room.

"This is a nice maestro bedroom you got here."I looked back to see him standing up in nothing but his dark blue boxer Jockey shorts. I stared at his genital organ and noticed how he had a vauntingly protrusion. I quickly looked back up at his cheek. I don't think he noticed me staring so I continued on."Well you went full-of-the-moon locker room real quick."

"Haha this isn't full cabinet room. Full cabinet room is raw 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 pugilist briefs and there it was. A glorious piece of vauntingly pitch-black 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 dresser over there for me please ? They're in the fathom"

I pried my eyes away from his big swinging cock 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 underwear."Umm they're not in here."I looked around to him and thought I saw his cock getting a piffling 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 can, leaving the door open a crack.

I sat down on his bed with the TV on and started to think. He is amazing looking. Was his cock getting bigger because he saw me bend over in these yoga pants ? Did he bump me sexually attractive ? Was he jacking off in the shower thinking about me ? I heard the cascade running and decided to hold back a patch. I had to see it again. I walked over to the room access and peeked inside. In the mirror contemplation I could see him pulling on his cock while he waited for the water supply to warm up. I started to get strong and rub myself through the thin bloomers. Suddenly, he looked dead at me in the mirror and waved his big fat turncock at me and said,"You coming tweed boy ? ”