Monday

The doorbell rung just as my coffee pot began to boil. I was a step each way, as I contemplated which to get first, which, of course, was the coffee pot, it just had to be. I comforted myself with the thought of it being a power company salesman, or some religious nut knocking on the door to Sodom, unwittingly. Perhaps one of those clean cut Mormon boys. “Oh doooooo cum in.”

There was a part of me that said it might be Anoop, he'd dropped by for the last few Mondays. Tommy had stopped visiting since he got himself a boyfriend, Angelo. Oh yes, I don't think I have told you that development as yet. And like the ducks in the shooting gallery, Anoop popped up to replace him.

Anoop doesn't have lectures until the afternoon, but his father still drops him off early, on his way to work, oblivious. Anoop hadn't bothered to correct the lie, he's been coming to my place and doing penance instead. He has his advantages to Tommy, it's just sex with Anoop. Kiss me, lick me, suck me, make me cum and then he's gone, where Tommy could spend hours hanging around.

The coffee pot seemed to take an inordinate amount of time to volcanize the black tar. "Come on."

The doorbell sounded again. I flicked the coffee off instantly, as a second ring would indicate Anoop, most front door intruders would be off to their next conquest/victim after the first ring wasn't answered. Anoop would ring again, he knows I'm home and he's needy. He says he is always horny, he's got to cum at least three times a day, otherwise he gets antsy. When he wakes up, half way through the day and in bed at night to get to sleep. He's twenty. He would have already jacked, but that would have been a couple of hours previous, by this time. I wonder if he remembered what I said, Don't jack until you get here the next time you come over.

I open the door and Anoop steps through instantly, putting his arms around me and kissing me. He’s on me, holding tight. I push the door shut. He is lifting my t-shirt and I’m reaching for the waistband of his jeans, as the passion attack happens. He kisses likes he’s starved, desperate for relief. His jeans fall down his thighs and I pull the front of his jocks down and I’ve got his, wet with pre-cum, thick sausage in my hand, it’s hard and burning in my grasp.

He pulls my tack suit pants down and we have sword fights as we kiss.

I take his hand and lead him into my room. I push him backwards onto the bed and pull his t-shirt over his head. My track pants and jocks are already off, they were easy to discard. Then the skin on my legs is touching the skin on his legs, our cock and balls connect and I am on top of him with him in my arms. Chests together, nipples rubbing. We kiss again like long separated lovers. My shaft is pushing down on his shaft, as we kiss with wet lips.

My cock’s against his cock, my balls against his balls, my lips against his lips. He is silky soft. He trembles and his beautiful skin rustles against mine.

He pushes up against me, his legs around me and drives his hard cock into me. He’s a ball of energy, all motion and intent. He fits into my arms perfectly, it’s like I can feel all of him all at once.

We kiss long and slow. I brush his forehead with my hand and gaze into his eyes as our mouths suck.

He starts to shake. He holds me hard in his arms and moans. I can feel him spasam, then I’m wet with his cum, squirt, squirt, squirt, hot and sticky, uncontrolled, I’m quickly saturated.

He pushes his face into my neck and I hear him in surround sound. “Ohhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhh, groan, groan, groan. Yeaaaaahhhh, strangled grunt, breath, strangled grunt, breath, strangled grunt. He’s pushing himself against me, back and forward. He is bear-hugging me against him. It’s so fucken hot!

I love the way I can make him cum, just like that. Just my energy, just my touch, just my hard cock and mouth can make him lose his load. Just like that, it makes me feel sexy and powerful, makes me feel that connection, like we’re lovers, like we are the only two who exist right at that moment.

It turns me on more than just about anything else.

I pull away slightly and grind my cock into his. I drop globs of saliva into my hand and I pull myself and squirt all over his chest and stomach, as the top of my head explodes and my body jumps violently, jump, jump, jump. The world spins, all noise ceases to be.

I collapse onto him and the world disappears, skin becomes light on skin, and all I can do is listen to him catch his breath, as I catch mine.

Silence. Still. Wet.

I hug him tenderly; he’s warm and soft; blood pumping, and skin caressing, heart beat beating, wet with saliva and semen and sweat and all the sexy intensions in the world. It is just him and I, if just for that moment.

Then he gets restless and self conscious and wants to get dressed and collect his bag and go. He never has a shower, which always turns me on, just a bit, a boy after my own heart. You haven’t had a hook up if your undies aren’t sticking to you when you leave.

He’s said it’s because he can smell me for the rest of the day.

He smiles today, and says he sits next to the other guy he suspects is gay in his first lecture, who always looks at Anoop like he can smell something, he always perks up when Anoop sits down. He gets kind of coy and flirty seemingly without even knowing why, which Anoop says turns him on incredibly.

He says thanks and then he flashes his cheeky, radiant smile, then there is always big lingering smooch good bye, and then the sudden intrusion of sun light let in through the opened door, and then he is gone.

My head spins at the thought. That boy is coming and exploding out of his shell. I give him a safe place to explore what is taboo in his real life. I kind of whished someone had done that for me when I was twenty, but then, I guess, I didn’t need it. He is this amazing ball of gay energy when he is around me.