Monday Morning

The doorbell rang at 9.25. I glanced up at the clock, as I was in the kitchen in my tracksuit pants and t-shirt, which I wear to bed, making coffee. Daniel had just left for work. He works long hours so he doesn't head into work until kind of late.

I was still half asleep.

Who could it be, I thought? I padded to the door in bare feet, hoping it wasn't some power company representative who'd talk and talk and talk until I squeezed in between his breaths that I wasn't interested, probably twice before he shut up. Unless, he is pretty, of course, then I can stand and listen, probably for hours. That was how I ended up with that lesser power company that time, handsome Luke.

I just walk up to the front door and look through the peep-hole, now a days, without trying to be any more quiet than I normally would be. If it is someone I don't want to speak to, I just walk away again, not caring a bit if they have heard me. Ah, bugger them, that's what you get from cold calling.

It was Anoop.

I swung the door open and smiled, smiled because I was pleased to see him, smiled because I couldn't help it. I mean, what else would he be here for, you tell me? It's not like we have any great history to speak about. The last time I saw him, the first time, we hardly spoke at all. I had a kind of a feeling that it would be nice to put some words to the face, you know, he may vote Liberal, of something and I could, unknowingly, be fraternising with the enemy.

"Hi," he said. "I just wwwondered if you might be home." He was nervous, very nervous. He stuttered a bit on the w of wondered, if was kind of cute. "But if you are busy..."

"No, I'm not busy," I said. "I'm just making breakfast, do you want some coffee?"

"Yes." He visibly relaxed. "Sure."

"It's nice to see you." I stepped out of the way. "Come in."

He came in and I closed the door.

"I'm just on my way to uni."

"Oh, cool." I wondered if that meant ten minutes. "My first lecture is at midday, I was going to study first."

"Shouldn't you be in the library then?"

He laughed. "Probably."

We headed into the kitchen where the coffee was waiting. Spring was in the air, I could smell it.

"So what do you study?"

"Art, history, but I want to change to law, eventually."

"Law, hey? Why do you want to do that?"

"It's a good profession, it pays well..."

"Your mum and dad would be happy?"

"Well... yes." He smiled his sweet smile, as though he had been caught out.

"What do YOU want to do?"

"That's what I want to do?"

"Really?"

"Well... yes."

That didn't sound so convincing. "So you can prostitute yourself to the corporate world."

I put the ground coffee beans in the coffee pot and screwed it up.

He looked around my house. "What do you do?"

"Oh." I gathered he was onto me. Smart boy, I thought. "Nothing now."

"Nothing?"

"In between jobs." My face automatically creased into a smile, despite me. I could feel my muscles working themselves.

The gas went whoop and the burner lit.

"So, what did you do?"

"Oh." I so didn't want to answer that question. It occurred to me briefly to lie, make something up, something exotic sounding, but my mind just fuzzed. "I was a lawyer."

"I see," he said. He looked around the house again. "It looks as though you've done alright out of it."

Smart boy, I thought again.

I put the coffee pot on the stove.

He looked so young and fresh, standing there in his white t-shirt that hugged his curved chest well, which contrasted against his beautiful skin, unblemished and coffee coloured. His light gray track suit pants fitted him well too, curved over his round arse, kind of bunched at the front cupping him noticeably.

"So, you are looking for a new legal job?"

"No, no I'm not. I don't want to be a lawyer anymore."

"How come?"

"Oh." I shrugged, I felt my shoulders rise up all by themselves. "I want to do something else..."

"Like what?"

"I don't know yet. Something."

"So, law isn't a good job then?"

I wanted to change the subject. I don't know what I want to do, and I certainly don't want talk about it. Too many sharp edges, right at the moment.

"So, what do I owe the pleasure?" It was a stupid question, I regretted it as soon as I said, too formal, too much like my dad would say. When, I knew what I owed it to.

"Oh... I just hoped you'd be home... drop in." He smiled. "I liked my last visit." He smiled nervously, like he was waiting for my reaction.

It made me smile, turned me on, if you really want to know.

I got two cups from the cupboard.

I couldn't help but look at his chest, last time I saw him he had on a baggy t-shirt, but today the shirt was tight across front. "Have you been working out?" I stepped towards him and slid my hand up his t-shirt, over his warm, smooth skin, to his right nipple. I took it gently between my fingers and squeezed it.

"Ohhh," he said breathlessly. He reached out for me, but stopped himself midway.

His nipple felt round, it instantly went hard. I slid my other hand up his t-shirt as well and found his other nipple and squeezed that one as well. He reached out again and slid his fingers down my chest.

He groaned again.

"Do you like that?" I whispered.

"Yes," he said.

I dropped my eyes to the front of his trackies

We gazed at each other momentarily.

"So, are you Indian?"

"Half. My mum is Indian, my dad is Australian."

"That's how you get your beautiful skin." I reached out and rubbed my hand down his cheek. He closed his eyes.

"Thanks." he shrugged. "I never thought it was beautiful..."

"Oh, but it is... just beautiful."

He smiled. He was amazingly handsome, especially when he smiled. And his nervous smile was just about the most endearing, I just wanted to hold him and protect him when I saw that one.

The coffee pot started to rumble.

"Were you born here?"

"Yes," he said. "My mum tried to be very traditional when me and my younger brother were born, hence the name, but they are very western now."

"So, are they expecting a big wedding, first son and all?"

"Yes," he said. "Except..." he hesitated. "I think I might be... um... you know."

"Might be?"

"I think I'm..."

"Will they be disappointed?"

"I'm not planning to tell them any time soon. I'm not even sure myself, yet."

I poured the coffee into the cups, it steamed. He drank it black, like me. I handed him his cup.

I suddenly felt cheeky. "Do you want to head into the lounge room, or... do you want to take this to the bedroom?"

He shrugged and smiled coyly.

"Let's go to your room."

"Okay." He smiled nervously again.

We put out coffee cups on the bed side table and he sat on the bed. I sat next to him.

"So, have you been with many other guys?"

"At school, I fooled around with some of my class mates, one of them quite a lot. Had a thing."

"He wasn't the captain of the football team, by any chance?"

"No, but he was in the team."

"Always the football players, it's a cover, or something."

He laughed.

He looked so hot sitting on my bed, expectantly. I was getting hard looking at him, knowing what we were about to do. I touched his face, he closed his eyes. I ran my hand through his hair, it was thick and black.

"There are tests we can do," I said. I smiled.

He smiled back. "Really?"

"Really."

"They won't hurt, I assume?"

"No. No, they won't hurt." I laughed. "But they will tell us if you are..."

"If I'm?"

"Conformation of your diagnosis."

"Okay."

I pulled my shirt off and slid off my pants. I took hold of the waistband of his track suit pants and slid them down over his thighs. He had on maroon trunks that couldn't conceal his hard-on. I slid his jocks down, nervously, or is that excitedly. His hard cock flopped out sideways. I ran my hands up his hairy legs to his crotch. I sucked his balls gently, then took his cock in my mouth and sucked it gently, lovingly. I ran my hands over his stomach and chest, he was smooth and soft, warm and toned. I could feel his chest rising with every breath.

I lay him sideways and rubbed my cock against his. He shivered.

He wound his arms around me and hugged me tight. He hung onto me like he wasn't going to let go. He was very touchy, huggy, holding me, hugging me, not letting go, hardly for a moment.

We kissed passionately. I rolled him onto his back as I slid on top of him. He spread his legs, bending them at the knees.

He kissed like he was never going to stop kissing me. We rubbed cocks and balls together. His hard-on felt good against mine, hot, I love that feeling. His chest against mine, our pecs rubbed. His lips on mine, wet, sweet. We held each other tight. He fitted in my arms perfectly.

Then his eyes kind of rolled back and his mouth opened and made a choking sound. His hips began to spasm underneath me and I felt wet all over my stomach. I just held him and gazed at his face as he gasped for breath and groaned. Then he wrapped his arms around me tight and nuzzled into my neck where he continued to make small, contended noises. I could feel his cum slippery between us. He rubbed his face on my skin gently and mouthed at my neck with little kissing lips. Then he was still.

We were still, silent in our embrace. He was warm, I could feel his breath, as we floated off into our surroundings, the quiet.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

I moved across to him and kissed him gently on the lips. “Don’t be sorry, that was so hot.” And it was, having a body squirm around underneath me, cuming because he was so turned on that he couldn’t stop himself.

Just like that.

Time floated into that quiet, twilight world of after sex. We both drifted into sleep, momentarily.

Sometime later, Anoop pushed at me, I wasn’t asleep, but I was sinking into the mattress and didn’t want to move.

“I guess I’ve got to go.”

I took him into the shower and soaped him all over. I investigated every part of his body, he’s lean and toned. He’s got a deep crack in his hairy, round arse, I could slide my hand inside to his nice velvety hole, which doesn’t mind attention. He pushed it out, he wasn’t afraid. Good to know, if there are more visits. He’s got a beautiful cock and big balls. He has a muscular chest and broad shoulders. He’s solid to cuddle. He soaped me after I had finished with him. He’s very tactile, he just wants to hold me and be held. We slipped around on each other on the body wash bubbles. We pulled each other off leaning against the tiles. He came again in big white spurts.