What differentiates good sex from best sex? It is the person, it is the posture, is it the participation level or it is the performance? Does it have to do with the length of the act? Does it have to do with the ambience? Does it have to do with the marital status of the person? Does size make it sizzle? Is there a new discovery in sex that makes it the best? Has it got to do with the kink factor? Is it marked by exhaustion? What are the real qualifiers for best sex?
I was not sure if summer was officially over, but at around 4pm when I looked out of the window the nature was ready to end its long and dry spell. The clouds had gathered and the cool breeze was definitely bringing home some water vapor and happiness. At that hour I heard my phone rang and it was a number not registered in my mobile and I had no guesses to make. When I answered the call he introduced himself as “Sunny”. OMG!
What is so special about the arrival of monsoon? In the wild, it is the start of the breeding season. The dry spell that limited food and water is now in abundance for the hormones to possess and pass on the gene to the next generation. Salmons swim against the current to breed, the male mammals fight amongst them to prove their vigor and valor, and the females do their courting dance and games before the act of copulation. That was just plain, simple, proved procreation and boring Darwinism!
The last time Sunny called me was three months back and when he called he sounded tensed, confused and anxious. I thought he made a call to schedule a romp evening, but instead he announced his wedding plans and asked to stay out of his life. I sent him a few SMSs that evening certifying that he was the most passionate sex partner I had ever had in my life and it was sad to lose him to a woman. But nevertheless I promised to be available if he ever decided on getting some “man” love. And I deleted Sunny’s number from my mobile that evening. It not that easy to delete the best memories!
But there are some things that is just beyond Darwinism and that your Nat Geo or Discovery channel will never get to film. The act is wild, purely driven by the heat of summer, the heat of separation and the collusion of the male hormones – testosterone. For a change such a coming together was not driven by scent of the female hormones. There was no fights, no courting games, and there was nothing to prove or establish superiority. There was just unwavering passion, there was unending kissing, hissing and wrestling on a 6 feet by 3.5 feet foam mattress. This was just pure recreation!
And today, Sunny was back in my life. After that call he sent two text messages that evening one as soon as he left work and other confirming his time of arrival. I showered and waited more impatiently than newly wedded wife. If a married man was to come back to it was my victory. I knew I had something more compelling and precious to offer more so than his wife. Monsoon can be both wet and wild!
When monsoon shower meets the parched earth, dried seeds swell in happiness and shriveled roots sprout and there is a fresh smell of life emanating from the earth. The “man” soon brought the same smell and life that invigorated me. The perfume makers in France will never be able to recreate the smell of his sweaty armpits and the chocolate makers in Swiss will not be able to concoct the taste of his sweaty skin. I could see from his hairy chest, armpits and pubic area that he was having a busy schedule. Marriage had made him little lazy, but that didn’t stop the scent of manliness emanating from him, it was truly revitalizing.
Table manners teach you how to hold the fork and knife, spread the napkin on your lap, how to refrain from making noise with cutlery and control our sound box (burp, fart, etc) but bed manners doesn’t teach you anything absurd like this. Everything that happens on the bed has a sense of appeal and not appall. Learn to discover what makes the other person moan and whimper, what keeps them high and excited and once you learn the art of discovering new secrets every time, they are sure to become your slave without any contractual obligation. Contracts only make life mundane and unexciting.
Within in minutes after his arrival we went from the horizontal hug and kiss to vertical hug and kiss. My tongue ran from behind his ear to the bottom portion of his neck. The hormones travelling from between his legs were getting to his brain. I pinned him down on the bed and my arms wrapped around his chiseled chest. Finally I clasped his ear lobe with my lips and then teeth and the rolled my tongue over the contours of the ear lobe. Every hiss I made in his ears, made him toss and turn in excitement, and confirmed the hormones from between his legs reaching his head. His surrender was a result of intoxication, intoxication from his own hormones. Do now you understand what it means when people say “don’t fuck my brains”?
I turned the Sunny(‘s) side up and every time I held him tight and I inhaled him with passion I was sure no women would ever do that to him. I ran my tongue all over his body and my taste buds enjoy the tartness in his skin. This was my way of registering his scent in my brain, benchmarking the best and ensuring that he would come back for more.
My heat and passion melted his hormones let it freely flow in the 6 feet body. I turned into a feline and let me taste buds taste every pore in his body and clasp every inch of flesh between my teeth. I locked our fingers to ensure he had no escape route while went down sealing his body like a polyethylene cover. Finally when I kissed his feet, I discovered his fingers curl in pleasure. I went down and opened each of the curled fingers with my lips, clutch them firmly with my teeth and run my tongue over them. His femur grew by a few more inches and the volume of his moans increased.
Sex is 50% what do you and 50% what gets done to you. It was now Sunny’s turn to empower me. He turned over and got on top of me and next second he seized my lips like as though they were drugs, while I played with his nipples. I meekly submitted myself to his muscle power and “must” power. There was metamorphosis from being a feline to a reptile as we laid there in coiled up pose playing with each other’s steel like hose. While I went down to take care of his shriveled beef jerky, he rolled his tongue from behind into me. It was heaven on earth; it was wild without the wilderness.
In an era of T20 matches, an hour had elapsed with just foreplay. Our score rate may not be significant, but our innings and partnership was commendable. I was getting some intense cardio and had no guilt from skipping the gym that evening. There was no audience and we needed none to cheer us and keep us going.
It was a torrential downpour of hormones and 75 mins had elapsed into the act and we were not even close to reaching the climax. The lint from the blanket scattered on the floor was a testimony to the fervor behind the act. Is this a mark of customer satisfaction, enjoyment or performance? Well it was the mark of best! We discovered new secrets, we tried different postures and finally when we climaxed in the coital pose, there was a big sigh of relief and happiness on his face.
We returned to the shower and as we soaped each other we spoke about his fear before marriage, his 3 month hiatus after marriage and me being his first booty call after marriage. We bonded again over the soaping ritual and those three months of separation suddenly vanished and a new leaf in our tree of friendship came alive as we stood dripping went under the shower. I had a big grin on my face while I was not sure if he was washing his guilt in the shower. He stretched his arms and chest looked at the mirror and to spot bite marks. I left none to savor. He confessed that the perfume of women was not as unappetizing or threatening as he had thought before and the act of satisfying was easy. Now he was talking like an expert who had visited a few hundred women! He was just gay but married, but a passionate man eater!
The summers of our life had ended and the monsoon brought a new chapter in his life. As we were getting dressed up there was a call from his marriage. He said he was on his way home and hugged me and kissed me on my lips with more passion than before. The woman had made him better. I had only gained from his marriage! And now you probably know what differentiates good from best sex!
