Sheepish Clothing -- II TG/college
Stephi came home late. I had planned to wait up and speak to him, but after midnight I decided to turn in. Not before I masturbated one more time, thinking of his head bobbing on my cock. He might have been trying to avoid me, because shortly after I turned out all the lights he did come home. It was a pattern he continued for the next week; he was gone before I was up in the morning and didn't come home until I had gone to sleep.
I had to confront him, if only so he could get some sleep; he was leaving at 5 a.m. and not returning until after midnight. The next Friday, I set my alarm. When I came into the kitchen he was scrambling to leave (he must have heard me get up).
"Look, I am sorry," I told him when he saw me and jerked his head away.
He tried to slip by me, to leave, but I grabbed his arm.
"I'm sorry, I know . . . well I don't know," I said, realizing that even though I had planned to talk to him, I had not really formalized what I was going to say. He just glared back and I knew I had better continued jabbering or he was going to leave
"It's. . . I've been married, or I have been with women and I never thought of men well I have some..actually I did think of you, but I never, well Stephen," I rambled and he softened some, looking up to me as I released my grip on his arm. "I just don't know what to say when a man gives me a blow job."
He stared back for longer than was comfortable. I was feeling fairly stupid and his silence was making me feel more out of place.
"What did you say, when you wife sucked you off?" he asked.
"Um, I guess not much, usually thank you," I said. "But with my wife, well it was somewhat expected."
He didn't say anthing, so I added: "And not as well enjoyed."
He smiled, " 'Thank you' would have been okay."
"Thank you," and I grabbed for his crotch. "I would like to return the favor."
Then he did what I never expected. He said: "No."
"No?" I asked, realizing I was trembling slightly. "Why not, are you that hurt."
"Hurt some, also I'm not sure if I am ready to live with someone who is slapping his thighs against my ass," he said.
I gave him a broad smile, hoping to lighten the moment and said: "Who said anything about me nailing your ass, I just wanted to give you a return blow job."
"Just that?" he asked, "you think you would be content with that?"
I was surprised, usually in a relationship I was the aggressor, or at least I knew when the other person wanted it and wouldn't let them back away from that thought. i was pretty sure he was like most guys and would enjoy getting his cock sucked, regardless if I was inexperienced I at it.
"Well who knows," I sad, reaching for his cock. "I'll cross that bridge when I get to it."
Grabbing my wrist and holding it away he stepped back.
"I'm not sure you are ready to suck a man's cock."
He was playing me and I liked of liked the game.
"Don't worry, I am a quick study," I said and dropped to my knees. "Come on, drop your pants and let me start your day right."
He stepped back, "I have to get to work."
"What?" I asked, completely surprised. "You can't be a little late, you don't want me to suck you."
He had let go of my wrist, but was in arm's grasp and I thought about diving at him.
"I want you to think about it for a while."
"What?" I asked confused. "Your cock, I have thought about it enough."
"No, not just my cock, I think you need to think about how you will react once you start sucking and how hurtful it would be if you stopped or acted disgusted," he explained as he walked to the door. At the door, he turned: "do you understand?"
"I think, so tonight?"
"No, I am going home for the weekend. I will be back on Monday," he saw I was in disbelieve. I couldn't understand if he wanted it, how he could leave, especially if he wasn't gone for three days. "Don't worry, if you want it, you can wait."
"Stephen...?"
"What happened to calling me Stephi?"
"Sorry, Stephi...?"
"Yes," He said grabbing the door knob and bent to pick up an overnight bag that was by the door.
"Could..well.. I know this is kind of stupid... could I see what I am going to wait for?"
"What?" he said, letting go of the door with his forehead furrowed.
"Well I could see you in your jock when you were trying on clothes and I just want to see it."
A sappy smile came upon his face.
"You will stay there?" he asked and I shook my head yes.
Slowly he unbuckled his belt, then he unbuttoned his pants. He pushed his pants down, taking his boxers with his hands, exposing his cock a bit at a time. First his shaft, working down to his balls and the head of his penis. It was bigger than I imagined, but that was because he was clearly starting to get erect. His foreskin covered the tip and I started to lean forward.
"No no no."
I held back, but whispered, "wow."
"I take it you approve?"
"You sure you have to be to work, I'll call in for you if you like," I said.
"Nice try." He unzipped his pants and pulled them up. After he buttoned to top he grabbed the suitcase and left, leaving his belt and me undone
I slid my hand into my pajama bottoms and stroked my own excitement.
To be continued....