It's been a long time since I met Mr. Lion. I'm missing him badly. But that doesn't make me feel like arranging for a date because I feel he is more interested in sex than anything else. Arranging a meeting by itself is an arduous task because it is a clandestine affair. If such a meeting doesn't culminate in sex, it is not worth it. And because I don't want to go to cheap hotels for sex, and want to get it done at home (my parents are always home), things aren't working out.
But still I get stimulated by countless other men. Umm, well the exaggeration bit works out if you count the number from pictures I get from th mail groups I subscribe to.
But still, in real life there are two or three men.
One is the ever-present neighbor-gardener who lives behind my house. He is not hot by default. But there is something about the gardening bit he does with just the 'lungie' which gets me excited. Oh by the way, I'm very much a voyeur in this context; he sort of exposes himself while weeding etc. To understand how this could occur, you need to know how a 'lungie' is worn casually in Kerala.
The other guy is a lot more hot. He is one of the guys who I have always had wet dreams because of. He is the husband of a middle aged woman who used to live next door. He has a friendly, cheerful attitude, a full beard which is manicured to perfection and a great body shape. I'll call him Mr. Sun. Ever since I was a kid, we had a healthy relationship; of-the-sort-of-a-frienship.
Today when I was working out at home (mind you, I'm think and almost scrawny. I try to put on some muscle by working out. As in life, things don't always work out the way you wish to) wearing a tiny little shorts. In between, I felt thirsty and went downstairs to get some water. On my way back, I noticed that Mr. Sun was out there wearing a shirt and a 'lungie'. The shirt was worn in a careless attitude and a lot of his chest hair was poking its way through.
He had heard me talking to my mother. And called out my name.
'Kris, how is life?'
'Everything is fine. I'm sorry I can't make my way out as I'm practically wearing nothing'.
And he said to my amazement 'That is exactly what I want... you to wear nothing. After all, that is what you guys make people like me do. We are helpless.'
I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. I walked out to the porch and met him. 'Wow, that is some comment. I have never thought of it that way.'
'What else do you think should be the correct way. We don't have an option at the clinic/hospital, do we? So we should be able to see doctors like that when we wish.'
Somehow I managed to control the drool that was flowing out of my mouth and I defended my stand 'But we ask for your permssion before that. That is why you come to see us docs. It is an understanding.'
He said 'Whatever, it is just not right. We should have an equal chance.'
Had it not been for my father standing beside him listening to this whole conversation, I would have fellated him on the spot. I wanted to continue the conversation, but later... when I was better dressed, when I could hid my skinny self. I said 'I'll talk to you later. Right now, I need to get clean and get dressed. Bye'.
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