It's been a while since part 1. Please read it first to understand characters and context, and comments are always appreciated.
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Sunday night and he hadn't called. I hadn't been able to think of anything but him since I watched him disappear into the woods as I savored the lingering new taste of his cum. It was so strange. It reminded me of a high school crush. Then I would have called the girl, but this was different. I didn't have his phone number, and he was the one that said he would call. I wondered if this had been a one time thing, or could it be an awaking in me for which there was no turning back? I paced around all day, waiting for him to call, needing him to call. I didn't understand what had happened, but I knew I liked it. I now knew how all those girls felt over the years that I promised to call, but didn't.
All day at work on Monday I had trouble focusing. Why didn't he call? He said the blowjob was great and that he would call, but still no call. I couldn't get the vision of his rugged good looks, masculine body, and awesome cock out of my mind. The more I thought about him, the more I wanted him to call, the more I wanted to please him again. Before Saturday I had never thought about sucking a cock, and now that was all I could think about.
Leaving work I decided to skip the gym. I didn't want to miss his call. I stopped and grabbed a couple of six packs of Blue Moon and figured when, if he called, I would have some beer in the frig. Half time and six beers down, why won't he call? It's driving me crazy. I gave up and called it a night.
Tuesday was no different. Constantly looking at my phone, unable to focus on work. The hours passed slowly, and finally I headed home. I walked into my house and ripped off my work clothes and put on some basketball shorts and a tank top and popped a beer. Then another, and another. Then it rang. I quickly answered.
It was him. "My wife is playing bunko tonight. What's your address? I sure could use another amazing blowjob."
I blurted out my address and said it would be great to see him again. He said he would be there in 15 minutes. I went to brush my teeth. As I brushed, I pulled my tank top up and admired my smooth, tanned six pack abs. All the time in the gym, cycling and running had me in great shape. I thought to myself that I was glad that I had shaved my body this morning so I would be smooth for him. Then the strangest thought hit me. Have I been staying in great shape, tanning and shaving my body to look good for men? I looked into my eyes and saw confusion. I had always been the alpha male, in charge. But with my mountain man something was different. He was the one in charge. I needed to change the dynamics to be at least on equal ground. I splashed on some cologne and started pacing, waiting for him to arrive. I put on some classic rock and inserted my Heart disc to play when he arrived.
I looked out the window and saw a red Jeep with the top off, coming down the street, slow and turn into my driveway. He jumped out and started up the walk towards the door. What a Stud, I thought, admiring his masculine confidence in his walk. I was hesitant, did I really want to do this? I could rationalize that Saturday was a one time thing, but twice? Would that make me gay? I hit play on the Heart disc.
Before I could give that much thought, he knocked on the door and I let him in. Without thinking, I moved in to give him a hug and a kiss. He stopped my advance by grabbing my shoulders with his strong hands. "Whoa! No kissing. Remember, you are my cock sucker, nothing more. I'm not gay."
