Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2005 14:03:51 -0800 (PST)
From: angelo caduto <angelo_caduto86@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sheepish Clothing II

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....