Coffee on, Sunday paper spread flat on the table, and I was ready for a perfect morning. Well, almost perfect. It would be perfect with a little company I thought. As I began to read I heard the doorbell ring in the apartment next to mine. I’m somewhat nosy, so I peeked out my window and saw the sweetest little door to door religion boy I had ever seen.
He was in his early twenty’s, short, maybe five four, with short sandy blond hair and huge bright blue eye’s. The big, old polyester suit he wore only added to the image of a little elf. A queer little elf I hoped. I had to stop staring because all of a sudden I had a lot to do in a very short time.
I have one couch and one chair in my apartment. Thinking fast I threw everything I could get my hands on into the chair so we would both have to sit on the couch. Then I ran upstairs and shucked my clothes. Rapping a towel around my waist, I wet my hair, turned the shower on, then sat on the top of the stairs to wait.
I felt my balls shift slightly and the first stirring of my eager cock. I hoped he would hurry. It might seem a little too staged if I greeted him with a hard-on.
I knew my neighbor well so was not surprised when I heard the slam of their door in my little elf’s face. My heart rate increased slightly. What if he skipped my apartment? I needn’t have worried, for the next second came a shy rap on my door. I yelled loud enough so I knew he could hear me, “Just a second!” And counted to ten slowly.
I turned the shower off and walked down the stairs. I had to concentrate now to keep my penis quiet just a few moments longer. Even if the young man ran scared at my pass at least I would have something to beat off about. My lower parts knew this and were eager to get off.
This next part was crucial. I threw open the door and, summoning my biggest smile boomed, “hello! Come right in, come in.” I gently took his arm and led him into my lair. As I pushed him toward the couch I couldn’t help thinking about his arm. Small like the rest of him but hard with the kind of muscle you only get from work. At this point I thought I might have to wipe drool of my chin if something didn’t happen quickly. I steered him towards the couch and invited him to sit. He was nervous. I’m sure he was more used to people slamming doors than inviting him in. He hesitated. I smiled patiently and told him not to be nervous. “I’m just eager to have some company,” I told him, “please sit.” He sat down and I joined him immediately, making sure our legs touched ever so slightly.
“My name is Todd,” he said, reaching across to shake my hand. I took it and held it longer than is polite for just a hand shake. I didn’t move it up or down, but just held it. “It's very nice to meet you Todd,” I said. “Why don’t you tell me all about what brings you here.”
Todd began to talk all about God, and his son and salvation and damnation and on and on. I held his hand the whole time. I stared into his bright eye’s. I watched his cheeks flush. I felt my towel lifting and didn’t care. He had to know what I had in mind by now. “Stop for a second,” I told him. He did. Still holding his hand I asked his straight out, “Is being gay a sin?”
“I’ve talked to my minister about this,” Todd spoke into excitement, “and he says that its not a sin to be that way only it is sinful to act on it.” He seamed embarrassed and proud at the same time. I touched his blushing cheek with my free hand. “So you’ve never been with a man?”
