When he was finished I was leaning over admiring his piece and making snarky comments. He walked behind me and sat on the couch. I was looking at the wall next to me trying to compose myself for about 5 minutes when I turned to catch him looking down at my ass. His face looked flustered and his right hand was adjusting himself. I turned back around and suddenly my heart dropped in my chest. My panties were hanging out of my sweatpants. There’s no way I could play this off. I was busted. Maybe I could joke my way out of pink but the design screamed “I have daddy issues”. I casually pulled my hoodie down and leaned back. I gave him a grin and asked what was wrong. He quickly 180’d saying he was all good and just a little hot from the work he was doing earlier. I felt kind of happy to have distracted him that much. I mean I was pretty fit. Hardly any hair on me at that point in life and had quite a nice ass from all the leg work I did.

He quickly picked up the conversation and started asking about my day and how life was, what was I going to do after I graduated and was I ever going to keep a girl around. He laughed and joked about me just finding a guy to be with since I can’t seem to keep girls. This would normally come off as a back handed comment but a few friends had heard a rumor that I was sending nudes to an older guy in town. Rumors I might add that were 100 percent true. I laughed off his rant and said that maybe I should just date him since he seems to know so much. He laughed and looked me right in the eyes. His next words caused me to practically stop breathing. “Well if you wear panties like that every day, I may not date you but I’d definitely hit it”.

My jaw dropped and I paused for what seemed like an eternity. I tried to laugh it off. I tried every out. Denial and then redirection, humor and then science. I eventually just said they were comfortable and clean. A wasn’t buying it. He could see right through me. He looked down with a smile on and said. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me”. I was relieved. He leaned back on the couch and adjusted himself like before. He paused and said. “Since I’m keeping the secret the least you could do is give me the whole show. Let’s see those panties”! I gave him a stern look and then loosened the waistband of the sweatpants, stood up and then dropped them to the ground. I wasn’t about to argue since he had me cornered. His face lit up as he fixed his posture and then signaled for a spin. I slowly turned around and lifted my hoodie. My ass cheeks were practically falling out of it and I had a tiny wet spot by my crotch. All of this was starting to make me horny.

A leaned in and started commenting on my body. Saying things like “damn dude you have a fat ass” and “your cock is barely showing. If I didn’t know I’d think you were a girl”. These comments turned me on. They made me feel small and admired. I felt sexy and like I had a purpose. I was blushing. I started playing with the bottom of the hoodie and the waist band of the panties. Before long I was pulling them further up my ass. A was now clearly rubbing himself and becoming noticeably hard judging by his shorts. He eventually leaned in and grabbed my arm. I was pulled closer until I was only about a foot away from the couch. He put his hand on my back and slowly worked down to my ass. “Is this ok” he said as he grabbed a handful of my backside. I nodded and leaned into his hand. His other hand was still resting over his crotch. He caught me staring and moved his hand out of the way. From the outline I could see he was about 8” long and ridiculously thick. Something a tad less than a soda bottle. He set his other hand right above my waist and gave my ass a good smack. I let out a small whimper.

As if asking permission he started playing with my panty line and tugging down. His fingers brushing against my ass crack and the small patch of hair above my cock. I looked at him and bit my lip, nodding again to show I was ok. He slipped a hand down the back of my panties and got a good grab of my ass. He started massaging me. A finger brushing up against my hole more and more as he went. His other hand was now rubbing my cock through the panties, only increasing the volume of wet on the front. I pulled down the back of the panties and leaned forward. Bearing my naked ass to him. I reached my hands back and gave my cheeks a shake. A grabbed one in each hand and spread them looking hungrily at my tight hole.

He paused and leaned back. Pulling his shorts down I started to see his magnificent cock emerge from his waistband. I had an idea of what I was expecting but seeing it in person I knew it was much nicer. A’s cock was perfectly proportioned and had a slight downward curve and a plump pink head. I shivered looking at it. My nerves were building and I could feel my legs shaking. A turned his attention back to my asshole and quickly began rubbing the entrance and massaging me. He started spitting on my ass to lube it up and really putting pressure on. I relaxed as he began slowly pushing more and more of his finger inside. Eventually he was working one finger in slowly. I was red in the face and panting. Leaning over and grabbing the coffee table. I winced as another finger entered me with less pause for concern.

Part 3 next.