ANIL THEKEPARAMBIL, 39

Anil Thekeparambil woke up with a start. He could not remember the name of the woman whom he had brought home last night. The woman had left early and that brought over him a sense of relief. He didn’t have to put up an act of “how great last night was or that they should get back real soon.” She was a lousy fuck anyway. Michigan seemed to be a pain in the place where the sun didn’t shine. Anil genuinely thought that every woman that walked in Michigan was a lousy fuck. He thanked God (me) day in and day out for making him a man and he was also extremely pleased with his 5” action machine right in-between his legs with which he thought that he could bring any woman down to a screaming orgasm. I thought that I had only given him a moderate sized penis. Ever since the Tower of Babel, the tongues of the humans never failed to amaze me. That one particular organ had the maximum alternate names in every given language.

Being an Indian, Anil thought that Kamasutra naturally flowed through him. He loved admiring his naked body every day before the mirror.

Mirror? That is an understatement. His house was filled with mirrors, especially his bedroom. His king sized bed was surrounded by mirrors on all sides, including the bedroom floor. Mirrors boosted his fucking ego, literally.” Kinky bastard!” That is what most of the women who had slept with him thought.

Anil Thekeparambil came from a long line of circus acrobats in India. He was so happy that he no longer had to do the flying trapeze. He was grateful that he was spotted by the late Mr. Ian Wakefield whom he fondly called as his ‘Daddy’.  If it hadn’t been for ‘Daddy’ Anil would have led a rather miserable hand to mouth existence in India, traveling from town to town. Daddy was on a holiday in the backwaters of Kerala where Anil’s troupe had been performing and by divine (my) intervention daddy’s eyes fell on the then eleven year old Anil’s body. Daddy was retired Broadway jazz performer who lived mostly in his glorious past. The day his eyes fell on the young Anil, he felt like he saw himself performing in Broadway. It took nearly two years for Daddy to legally adopt Anil and bring him to Michigan. Daddy also had to promise his parents that he would send periodical reports of Anil’s well being and he also had to send a certain sum of money till Anil turned 21. Anil and Daddy shared a deep love for each other touching the shades of incest and pedophilism. Both of them thought that it would take another hundred years to understand what they felt for each other. Daddy made him very sexually aware. Anil enjoyed having sex with men as much as he enjoyed having sex with women.

Today, as Anil stood stoking his body before the mirrors, he was falling in love with himself all over again. One of the most important things that he had learnt from his Daddy was love. Anil knew that love was the purest form of energy and self-love was the best. A gist of a cold wind blew across his bare back and it brought him back to his senses. But it also brought a smile to his face because the wind reminded him of Angelo. Angelo was the man he was planning to get down and dirty with, so had to hatch an elaborate plan..

p.s - this chapter is dedicated to my biggest fan, a jobless goldenrockie doctor who hates my work but has the time read and re-read it and write epic length satires about them. I'm flattered and you sure love being the jobless man that you are.