were huge.

I watched as he began unpacking boxes. Apparently, this was going to be his room. I don't know what this room had been used for before because in the three years that Tim had lived there I had never seen the curtains open once. Danny continued moving around the room, setting things in their new home. All of a sudden, he turned and bent over to pick up something. My heart leapt. He was wearing nothing but tight soccer shorts. As he bent, they wrapped around his ass and hugged it. This kid had the biggest ass I'd ever seen. I don't even know how to describe it. It was massive. It appeared to be straining against the thin material of his Umbros.

Needless to say, I got lost in all sorts of fantasy. I wondered what he'd look like without the shorts. I wondered how he ever found shorts or pants that would fit over those massive ass cheeks. I looked over at the clock to find it was 10:15 p.m. Had I really been watching this young man for over three hours? I became slightly embarrassed at myself. I decided to take a hot shower and turn in. I'd get up early and start on my article to make up for the time I'd lost. After my shower, I glanced out the window again. Danny's light was out. So, I went to bed.

I arose the next morning at 6:00 a.m. and went straight to my desk to begin work. Again, I gave a quick look out the window and peered into Danny's. My timing was perfect. As I looked in, I saw him enter the room and close the door. He was in a tank top and a very revealing pair of running shorts. I then noticed the room. He must have continued unpacking after I went to bed, because all of the boxes were gone and the room appeared to be set up. In one corner, Danny had it set up like a gym, with a bench, weights and some other workout equipment.

Danny made his way over to the bench and sat down. He peeled off his sweat-soaked tank top. He must have been jogging. Then, he reached down and undid his sneakers. He stood with his back facing the window, slipped his hands inside the waistband of the little shorts and shucked them too. He was bent over for only a second. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Underneath he wore the smallest pair of underwear I have ever seen. They were yellow bikini briefs and were riding up his big ass exposing his perfect gluts. I could feel myself drooling.

He then stood up and began his workout. Over time, I was to learn that this was Danny's routine. I'm not sure what time he rose, but he always got back from his run just after 6:00 a.m. He would then strip down to just his bikini briefs and pump iron for about an hour. Again, I found myself wondering how he found briefs to fit over that big butt of his. There wasn't much to them. But, when he raised his legs to work his lower they seemed to disappear as they rode up his massive ass crack. And, the collection of underwear this kid had was amazing. In three weeks, I'd never seen him in the same pair twice.

It became my daily routine. I would wake up at 6 a.m. every morning, seven days