TEMI THE CHRISTIAN BOY

I was checking my message on Facebook and there was a message from Temi again. Temi has been consistently sending me messages every day and no matter how much I ignored him, he never stopped. There was really nothing I fancied about him. He seemed your typical "born again" type of man from all his uploaded photos on Facebook. Long sleeve shirt tucked into well ironed plain trousers surrounded with fellow “Christian brothers and well covered nun looking sisters” all smiling happily "in the Lord."

I couldn’t deal with his interest in me because we had no mutual friends and seemingly nothing in common.  One day, I decided to help him stop the chase by being annoyingly stupid.

“what is your role?” I asked, in response to his greeting message.

“I don’t understand...Please expanciate” he replied.

I was already out of patience. “why are you always sending me messages? What do you want?”

“I want us to be friends sir"

“you know am gay right?”

“no I don’t sir. Please don’t be angry”

“I just find your many greetings quite confusing”

“I mean no harm sir. But can I have your number? I will explain”

Reluctantly,  I gave him my phone number and in couple of seconds his call came inn.

He explained that couple of years ago in school, while he was using a cyber cafe to browse,  he noticed that the guy sitting next to him was chatting with someone on Yahoo messenger and the person’s photo ( who happens to be me) caught his attention. He tried requiring  about me from the guy but because he was very rude towards him, he didn't get his required answer.

According to him, he was so happy when Facebook recommended me as a friend to him couple of weeks before.

He had instantly recognised me and sent me a message.  He went further to tell me he’s never been with a guy before and that the most he’s come close was when his room mates brother came to spend the night while in university. He said he’s room mate brother touched him while he (Temi) pretended To be asleep.  He allowed the guy work on him cos he really enjoyed it. He had never said a word to anyone about that incident.

What surprised me was that he was disvirgined at the age of 28 and had; had sex only twice in his entire life with the same girl who disvirgined him. When I asked him if he enjoyed it, he said it felt odd for him. He also confessed he likes looking at men urinating since from a young age.

From the sincere nervousness in his voice, I knew quite well he was saying the truth. I apologised for my rude behaviour and from that day we began communicating effectively.

About 2weeks later, he informed me he would be travelling to school (Minna) from Lagos and will be stopping at Abuja to commute to Minna. Because he will be coming into Abuja late, he  asked if he could stay the night with me and continue his journey the next day. Though i saw nothing wrong, I had to remind him I was a gay man just to clear the air.

“keep that one aside. We are friends. You won't rape me” he said.

Few days later, I was on my way to pick him from the motor park. When we saw, I noticed he was much better looking physically than his photos on Facebook. As we greeted, he playfully knocked my head calling me a silly boy cos I made him very nervous.

While were heading home, I handed him my phone and earpiece with gay porn playing. I did that because sometime ago during a discussion, he was arguing with me about gay sex. I sat on front with the driver while he sat alone behind.

Suddenly, he began exclaiming  loudly. He had began watching the videos and was getting  blown away. He was so engrossed that he was glued to the phone until we got home.

Once we got home, I made us dinner, we ate, we showered (separately) and then he resumed watching the porn. He was positioned in such a way that I couldn't see his dick to know if he was erect of not. So to find out, I casually asked him if he was hard. He laughed and said he’s completely speechless over the videos.

“let me see” I requested.

He looked as if he would faint.  He was so shy. I pretended to be upset and he began to plead. Seeing his pleading wasn’t helping, he sighed while Muttering “dear Lord” to himself. Reluctantly, he brought out his penis from his boxers. It wasn’t extra large but it was a decent size. Curved to the left and very turgid.

As I made an attempt to touch it, he flinched a bit. “calm down bro" I moaned.

His dick was throbbing violently in my palms as I held it.  This nigger was proper thirsty. I made an attempt to kiss him but he was not responsive as much. I went for his nipple first. Sucking, teasing and licking them. He moaned softly and then slowly, I made my way down to his dick. As I took him in my mouth, he slowly tilted his head to the left and right in enjoyment of the sucking. When I parted his legs and went for his ass hole, he jerked his head backwards so violently that he bumped it on the wall.

We both began to laugh and I reached for his lips with mine. His kiss was soft and warm. We fell into our naked embrace and then he rolled over me. His kisses became to intense and then he went for my nipples. Temi began doing exactly what I did to him. Not only had he been paying attention but also, he was a fast learner. He went for my dick and took all of me into his mouth. He kept sucking so hard and good that i begged him to stop. I tried pushing his head away but he was stiff necked. I told him I would cum if he didn’t stop but instead of Temi listening to me, he began moaning and making slurrpy sounds and then it came. I began releasing my sperm into his mouth as I shivered and moaned. He kept assaulting my dick with his mouth until I grew soft. Laying on top of me, he began to kiss me.  My Sperm  drooled from the corner of my mouth as his lips and tongue devoured mine.

Why was I doing this?

Why didn’t I stop? – I had no idea.

Slowly, he went down on me again. This time, he raised my legs and went for my ass hole. Temi didn’t take it easy on me. He sucked my ass hole like a baby on a feeding bottle. Instantly my flaccid dick shot right up.

“fuck me.....please fuck me....” I heard myself moan. I had to scramble to grab the lube at the corner of the bed because Temi had held my thighs firmly to his face as he kept eating my hole as if it will run away if he stopped.

In few seconds, he was inside me. Ploughing me without mercy. I had to bite the pillow to muffle my scream. To say I was battered was an understatement. Temi put “the fear of the Lord” in me that night. As he fucked me, I came twice already without laying hands on my dick. I could feel my body go limp with exhaustion but Temi seemed no where close to stopping. His stamina was still strong. While he was demolishing me, I came three more times making it 5 times in total on a row without pausing for recuperation.

I began feeling sore in my ass and it started hurting like crazy. This wasn’t “fun” anymore. I was trying to shove him off me when suddenly, he began to say “yes...yes....yes....yes....” as he began depositing his seed offering into my box. He collapsed on me panting like he ran an Olympic 700meteres marathon. GOSH!!!! This man was indeed a man of valour.

He asked me if I was hurt and I said no. While we laid in each other’s arms catching our breath, the power failed. The once illuminated room was in full darkness.

“that was wow” he whispered in my ears.

“how does this feel compared to sex with a woman?” I asked him honestly.

“this is mind blowing....like it’s natural...as in it feels natural....I don’t know if you get me?” He responded.

We talked a while and then he asked me to show him my ass. I rolled over. Earlier in the motor park, we had bought frozen viju drink and had left it at the corner of my room for it it defrost. Using his phone's torch light, he got the drink.

Parting my ass cheeks, he poured some of the content into  my sore hole. I could feel the particle of ice melting as they slided into my body along with the freezing cold liquid. But before my body could even react to the sensation , Temi’s warm tongue was already fucking my open , sore , yogurt and sperm juice lubricated ass. I had to grab a pillow to scream into it. The sensation was unbearable.

As I tried to recover , I felt his dick slide into me and he commenced another round. I had cum 5x on a row and was worn out but he wasn’t ready to take any excuse from me. Instead he mocked me calling me “lazy.”

The next day, he left for his uni and I found myself missing him. We texted chatted all through the day and when I asked him how come he performed so well for a first timer, he told me he had been waiting for this all his life.

Temi later stopped talking to me for about a year. He was finding it extremely difficult coming to terms with his new found sexuality and his religious beliefs which he held to firm to.

I; on the other hand, went into depression  because I had become so hooked on him and his good personality  that i desperately wanted a relationship with him. Not just because was sexually amazing , but because he had a very kind, down to earth and patient in nature which is quite a rare find among men folks.

Anyway, Temi is no more “innocent” in his looks as before. He’s now a man of style and high taste (thanks to his good job). He has come to terms with his sexuality, fucked a good number of dudes and has a boyfriend who he’s sticking to at the moment.

Anyway, i was there first.

MADE IN ONITSHA

've always been attracted to razz, strong and rugged looking guys. They where my weakness because I always believed they had stamina and were tough ; unlike me a softie.




I have this Facebook friend who was feminine, razz and didn’t give two shits. I didn’t know him in person and wasn’t attracted to him in anyway because, not only was he bottom like me, but because i found his boldness quite daring ( some thing I wished I had the balls for).



So it happened one day he uploaded a photo of a half naked guy lying next to him  fast asleep which he captioned - “guess what happened last night?”. As usual, the insults began pouring inn. Alot of people where calling him names and telling him to repent.



I was busy amusing myself by reading the comments when a photo from one of the commenters caught my eye. Quickly I went to his profile and Wow!!! Was I thrilled. He was my type to the T.




Strong, very built, chocolate coloured,  rugged, local, tall and most of all, a mechanic by occupation. I wasted no time in sending him a friends request and a message (to get his attention). In the message, I told him it’s not fair to insult some body just because they are different from you. No sooner did he reply telling me it was a sin , bla bla bla and all that nonsense. We got into an argument and in the cause of it,  I asked him if he would say other wise assuming it were a girl in the photo; his response was – “that one na normal nah”. “does the bible say fornication is normal?” I asked him; and just like a typical African man, he asked if i was gay.




I didn’t give him a yes and no answer. All I told him was that my sexuality was irrelevant to the discussion.






He went on saying that if being gay was something good, why didn’t i  give him a direct answer rather than beat around the bush. He was trying to make me own up to his suspicion. I told him people cannot be open about their sexuality because Nigeria is full of ignorant people like him. That got him pretty bad.




He started saying I wasn’t his age, I lacked respect etc. I could've deleted him instantly but the sexiness on him was too hot. I forced myself to calm down and allow Patience be my key virtue. Our heated debate soon calmed down and Soon, our discussion diverted to other things. Turned out He was related to our mutual friend (on Facebook) and was based in Onitsha.



I requested for his number; at first he was a bit hesitant but gave me all the same. His voice was cool even though he had very strong igbo accent. We chatted for a while and it felt like we were buddies (I know how to come down to such local level and interact).



Over the months, we began chatting and our friendship grew steadily. I took it as a duty to greet him “good morning” and “good night” religiously  every single day. One thing I know about the human psychology (which I studied) is that when you do Some thing consistently to someone, they will get accustomed to it subconsciously . And that was what I was doing. Getting him hooked on my greetings.





One day, I purposely refused greeting him and his reaction was what i expected. He called me twice and I purposely refused picking his calls. The following day, I called him and pretended to be unwell.  He asked me what happened the previous day because he didn’t hear from me. I lied to him that I fainted at work and he seemed to enter panic mood. He required what was wrong with me and I told him stress. He asked me to rest and take medication.





He called over 5times that day just to check on me. The last phone conversation we had that day didn’t go well. I tried pushing my cards too far. I told him I wished he was with me to hold and keep me warm. He replied that such was a job for a woman. I told him it was his arms I wanted. He now asked why I was telling him such and if I was gay . From the way he sounded, it seemed he was either irritated or disappointed...or both. I tried changing the topic but he was not backing down. Eventually I gave inn. I accepted I was gay. He asked why I came for him on facebook. While I was explaining , he cut me short and said – “go straight to the point”. “what point?” I asked confused. “you don’t want us to be friends. Am not in the class of people You hang out with as friends. You just want sex. Isn’t it? Yes or No?“ .





I was speechless. But He was right. He was razz and really didn’t belong to my class. I added him because he was hot and I was sexually attracted to him. But over the course of time, I had come to appreciate the friendship we had. I tried explaining that to him but he kept laughing like I was some liar making a fool of myself. When I was done explaining myself, all he said was- “I have heard you. Good night” and then he hung up.





The next morning, I sent him a “good morning” text and the response was painful. He told me he didn’t need my greetings anymore. He started barely picking my calls and The few times he did, he will say very few words and seemed in a hurry to end it. He continued doing this until I had to give up and move on.



Many months later, I was at work and my phone rang. He was the one. Part of me wanted to scream for joy and the other part wanted to get mad. I answered his call and he sounded calm and warm.



He informed he has/Is facing severe financial  situations and was arrested by one of his clients over spare parts. He needed money to reimburse his client and also to pay tax for his shop. He needed a loan of 70 thousand naira.




If it were another person I would have been suspicious but because i know the sort of person he was and because he has never asked me for a penny since we crossed path, I promised him I will send the money before the day was over. He seemed so relieved and began thanking me with prayers while I answered “amen”. I told him I hoped he will remember me when my time of need comes and he’s in a position to help. All he said was – “God willing, I will surprise You.”




He said he thought I would refuse helping him because he treated me badly and wasn’t gay. I told him I was sad because he didn’t believe me and assumed I didn’t really value our friendship. He disclosed to me that several men have been coming after him from a very young age and he knew None of them loved him as they claim.  All they wanted was to sleep with him.  I understood with him. After All it was usual with men...Not just gay men.




Our communication resumed as if nothing happened. He now began sending “good morning and good night” messages religiously like I once did. One day, I asked him if it was the money that was making him act nice suddenly and he said “No”. He also reminded me that the money was a loan and not free.




He disclosed to me that he liked me as a person but what turned him off was that I wasn’t honest from the beginning. I let him know it was because he was judgemental and I had to protect myself which he understood.




One Friday morning  while I was on leave and bored at home, He called me and to my surprise began asking me sexual questions. Something he had never done in about 1 year + of our communication.  He asked me if sex was painful with a big dick, when last I had sex etc. I was a bit suspicious because I thought he was avoiding paying me the balance which he owed (he’d been paying in instalments) by trying to talk all sweet to me suddenly which was very much unlike him.



I told him I liked good sex and a big dick. He told me it’s been long he put his "big dick" in a hole and he felt like doing so that day. I asked him to look for a woman (After all he was straight). He asked – “what happened to yours ? Or don't you have hole?” I was stunned. Was I hearing correctly??????




When i mentioned distance , he reminded me that Onitsha was roughly 6 hours away from me and it’s either I take the opportunity or tomorrow might be too late. I knew he was serious. With my heart pounding in my chest, I automatically became a zombie. I saw myself taking few clothing and toiletries even though I knew I should be thinking twice. Before I could start having a sense of reasoning , I saw myself in a taxi heading for Onitsha. While on the journey I prayed for God to forgive me for my foolishness and see me through. Asides sex, I was excited to see my friend face to face for the first time.




Few hours later, I was standing in front of a bank at upper iweka road in Onitsha. He had asked me to stop there and call him. I was nervous and almost started to panic when we didn’t answer my calls. Just when I was about making up my mind to look for a hotel and leave first thing the next day, he called asking what I was wearing. When I told him, he said he can see me. I looked around hoping to identify him and i did. Approaching me was an almost giant framed man on a small motorcycle. As he got closer I could see his cute smiling face. He apologised for coming late and I sat behind him. He first drove us to his workshop (which i recognised from the pictures on his profile). He started showing me receipts of what he used the money for and pointed out the dates to me Just to show he wasn't lying over taking a loan from me.

He bought me food from a road side vendor and I declined...although I told him I will eat when I got home as to not offend him.




When it was time to close, he began shutting his shop and I gave him a helping hand. We both drove on his motorcycle to his house. It was a small self contained room on the second floor of a 5 story building. His room decor was very Catholic inspired (He was a strong Catholic). Posters of popes, saints and the virgin Mary adorned his walls alongside rosaries. After we settled down, ate and had a good chit chat, he asked me to go and have a shower. The bathroom was shared and it was a disaster for me but I managed to use it.



He too went to have his bath. I was seeing a boring Nigerian movie when he walked inn wearing only a towel. I just starred at him. He was gorgeous. “you never see me before ?” he said with a shy smile. “not like this” I replied. I could see the dick print from the thick towel. The length and width of it was amazing just like the rest of his body. Instantly, I got an erection and my ass hole began to whistle.



I sat on the floor and he was on the far side of the bed with his back to the wall. He had tied a wrapper (which he did over the towel before taking it off thereby denying me a spectacular view).



We were both watched the movie silently when he now asked if I preferred staying on the floor. I took that as an invitation from him and I got to the bed. I sat next to him and my legs where stretched our next to his big hairy long legs. We compared our foot and laughed at the difference.

“oya come show me how that thing dey take sweet una”

He said as he untied his wrapper revealing his big and thick black cock which laid like a sleeping creature.




I swallowed hard as I beheld his limp wood. I was quite shy but I was very excited. I rubbed his chest and hairy stomach before getting to his cock. I stroked it lightly and then put saliva in my hands and began wanking him while I sucked his nipples. His dick didn’t really get turgid...Just semi erect which made it look more huge. He got his phone and began watching straight porn as I got to business and began sucking him. From time to time he will watch me perform and the the return his gaze back to his phone.

MHEN!!!! THIS nigga was BIG!!!!!! Long and thick. Every fibre of my being screamed with excitement.




I became so greedy as the dick began to swell like ijebu garri. I stuffed my mouth and choked on his dick. He seemed to love it as he began thrusting his hips. At this point he had stopped looking at his phone and was concentrating on my head game. He started pushing my head down on his massive dick furiously. My eyes and nose began to water.




I reached out my hand and removed his from my head and put them on my fresh soft hungry ass. Thank goodness he didn’t keep long finger nails because he was rough on my hole. My hole began to get moist and no sooner did he comfortably have 2 thick fingers forcing its way menacingly inside my privacy while I kept forcing his over sized penis down my throat.






“oya put am inside” he moaned. Gingerly , I got up and went to my bag to fetch my lubricant and condom. Each time I tried putting the condom over his dick, he will instantly go limp. This went on few times and it was really killing the mood. Infact he wanted to start feeling guilty and was saying we had to stop but I refused to back down. I worked up his cock to full erection again and got myself over him. Even though my ass hole wasn’t a stranger to dicks and he had fingered me really good thus loosening my walls, what was entering me felt like a proper invasion. It felt like my intestines was pulled apart and stuffed.






When i eventually had every inch of him squeezed into my juicy wet hole, he moaned “ahhhyyaaayyyaaaayyyyyaaaahhhh".



Wasting no time, he wrapped his strong hands round me, thrusted a few times and slowly lifted me to place my back on the bed with my both legs raised high. His dick didn’t leave my ass....Just to show you how long it was. Laying ontop of me, he began rotating his waist clock wise and anti clock wise while grinding it so hard. Sharp muscle cramps tightened my stomach and I had to beg him to stop pushing his big dick further. He now withdrew his dick and I felt a bit of relief. But what he did next was unexpected. He held my both hands over my head with his very firmly and without warning , he slammed his dick into my ass hole with full force.


“SHHHHHIIIITTTTTTTTT!!!!!!! I screamed in agony. He repeated it again.

GBAAAMMMMM!!!!!

. I arched my back as a reaction to the pain and then the withdrew his dick and looked at me quite seriously.

I heaved with relief and then:

WHAMMMM!!!!!

He slammed into my ass again. Then the hot pounding followed with a repetition of “baby it is very sweet”.





I don’t know where his dick was touching inside my body that made my dick to become extremely erect to the point I felt it will burst. Sperm began spurting out like urine and the sensation was out of this world. I begged him to slow down but it seemed he never heard a word.





It felt like one week before he began to speak some weird language and asking me to hold him tight as he collapsed on me, pushed his hands under my back, down to my ass and grab my both ass cheeks really hard. The pain I was feeling in my stomach and sweet sensation on my dick all together made everything too hard to bear. At that point, it felt like I was going to faint..I just grabbed him tight as i cried. He was breathing so heavily as he crushed his mighty dick very hard into me. My stomach began to swim as if I had drank a gallon of water. We held in that position for a long while and then he continued thrusting and rotating but this time nice and slow. I guess he was enjoying the rich thickness of his sperm juice in my ass hole.




He continued until he became limp and then with a loud popping sound his over fat dick fell out of my hole. He was sweating and so was I.



We showered separately and when we got into bed, he slept butt naked. To say I was weak was an understatement. I felt super drained. Felt I had no more cum left in me.




The next day was a Saturday. I helped him do his laundry and cleaned his room. He went to the market to buy food stuff and we cooked together. I told him I was going back the following day (Sunday) and he asked me why the rush (He knew i was still on leave).




I ended up staying for 5 days extra and we didn’t have sex again until the night before my departure.





Before I left, he reimbursed me my transport fare as well as paid part of his debt. We still communicate so much more but I find it strange that he’s refused to  talk about our sex. Recently he’s asked me when I will be visiting again and suggested I come immediately my leave starts so I can spend more time.

by
-C.J

A TWIST FROM A SET UP

I have been following your stories and would like to share my story about my first gay sex experience.

I use to live with my uncle in Festac in Lagos and myself and my cousin (who was about my age) were quite close.

One day, he ( my cousin) called my attention to inform me that “one faggot” is disturbing his life. He called my attention on his laptop so I could see the messages the so called “faggot” was sending him on Facebook.

In the message, the  guy was just telling my cousin that he admired him and would like them to be very close friends. I didn’t see anything wrong although I was surprised that a man will be sending another man such messages.

My cousin asked him how “close” he wanted the friendship and the guy told him he would like them to advice , encourage and “feel each other”.

I asked my cousin to show me the guys profile so I could have a look at his photo. When he did, the dude I saw was a handsome and very innocent looking dude. He seemed like a very religious person from a responsible family ( as indicated in his photos). Also,  all his updates where either  Christian or educational. I wondered why such a promising good looking guy will become homosexual.

My cousin suggested we set him up by playing along and though I was indifferent, I agreed to it. We requested for his number and he immediately sent it. I saved it on my phone and started chatting with him on WhatsApp.

We had an idea to request for nude videos and photos (which we will use as blackmail materials ) and to my surprise , he sent them. He went as far as showing his face. That was how innocent he was.

Honestly, the guy had a wonderful ass. Among the videos he sent was one he was fingering his ass hole which I use to use to wank along my other str8 porn ( All I do is assume it was a girls ass and wank).

Whenever the guy ask for a nude photo in return , we (My cousin and i) will tell him that the camera of the phone is bad and needed fixing. The guy will send us money and even air time with or without request. I felt guilty over what was going on but my cousin kept insisting he deserved worse cos he was homosexual.

We scheduled a date to hook up with the dude as well as hatched a plan as to how we would beat him up, extort money from him and humiliate him.

It turned out that on a Thursday night (2 days before the set up day) my cousin persuaded me to lock up the shop (which i worked as a shop assistant for my uncle (his dad)) and join him to a hang out. At first , i wondered where he got the money to want to hang out and why he was with his mother’s car. But because i know he occasionally drives that particular car on permission and he receives pocket money from his mum (who at the time was away on a religious retreat with my uncle) I guessed there was no cause for alarm.

I followed my cousin and we picked up one of his friend and 2 other girls to a bar. My cousin was spending heavy and ended up getting drunk. Cut the long story short; on our way back home, he bashed the car. His parents who where scheduled to come on a Sunday appeared the following day (Friday) and All hell broke loose.

After receiving dozens of slaps from my uncle for leaving the shop (one of my cousins reported me) my aunt began screaming “enough is enough” from her bedroom. Coming out, she held some bundles of money and was screaming that over 100 thousand naira was missing. She accused me of stealing her money and corrupting her son. Before I could open my mouth, my uncle descended on me with blows. I had to run out of the house for my life. He told me he doesn’t want me in his house by the same time the following day.

I sat outside and waited for things to subside.. When I got back into the house, I saw my cousin chatting and eating with his mother in her room as if nothing had happened.

I was so broken but I kept silent. As I packed my things, i was so terrified. Going back to the village was a horror I couldn’t deal with. Where will I start from? What will I do?

I couldn’t sleep that night. While I sat in the backyard feeling sorry for myself , my phone rang. It was the gay dude. He asked why I haven’t said a word to him since morning and when he asked me if everything was ok; for the first time (since I was 10 years old) I broke down in tears.

I poured out my heart to him. I told him what had happened.  He didn’t ask me any further questions. All he said was I should meet him at a bus stop the next morning.

The following morning, I picked my bag and went to inform my guardian’s I was leaving. My aunt didn’t answer me. My cousin pretended as if he was busy. My uncle told me I shouldn’t forget to mention how he has helped me when I start going around spoiling his name.

I left the house without a word. When I got to the bus stop, I called the gay guy to inform him I was there. He told me He will be with me shortly. In less than 10 min he arrived. He was smartly dressed and looked so much better in real life. “ So I was planning to beat up this kind hearted guy who is saving my life?” I asked myself in deep shame.

He came with an elderly lady who I recognised from one of his face book photo. It was his mum. When we got into the car, he started talking about school to me and immediately I got the scope and flowed.

He had told his parents I was his class mate who was robbed on my way back to school and had to stop at Lagos. My face was still swollen from the beating from my uncle so it made the case more believable.

When we got to His house, I was humbled by his standard of living and how such a wealthy guy will stoop so low to help a wicked guy like me.

He let me share his room with him and introduced me to the rest of his siblings. This guy was the first son of his father and seeing the way he carried himself with dignity and how he was respected by everyone made me look at him with high regard.

I couldn’t compare the guy in front of me to the guy in the video who opened his ass hole and fingered it. Blackmailing him would have been a disaster. Thank goodness our evil plan didn't happen.

On my second night at his place while i slept, the guy began to touch me. I woke up suddenly; and my heart began to pound heavily in my chest. I had never done such before and it felt very odd to me. 

He started caressing my hairy chest and nipples (which i enjoy alot) and my john Thomas began to rise even though I wished it will back down. The last thing I wanted was to be thrown out so, I just closed my eyes, laid still and allowed him do to me whatever gays do.

He knew i wasn't sleeping so he called my name and asked if he should stop what he was doing. I told him it was okay...even though I wished he will stop. I just laid still and allowed him carry on. He unbuttoned my shirt completely and began to suck my nipples while rubbing my chest hair. The sensation forced me to moan.  He licked all over my body to the point i began to shiver without control. I have never felt such ecstasy before.

As He began to remove my trouser, I felt so shy. I just closed my eyes and waited.

When i heard him say “wow.....so beautiful" , it made me open eyes to be sure if it was my dick he was referring to. My dick is full of veins and curved to the left. I won't say its over size but the few girls I have fucked always tell me to stop or take it out from their vagina because it hurt them.

I watched him with almost closed eyes as he opened his mouth and took me in it. This guys mouth felt like pussy. He was slurping on my stick like it was some delicious chocolate bar. He began to play with my hairy balls as he sucked and then his hands rubbed its way up to my chest and found my nipples. He was twiddling my nipples and giving world class head. My whole body began to tremble and then he stopped.

I almost fainted out of shock....”WHY DID HE STOP ???!!!! THIS WAS PURE TORTURE” I was screaming in my head.

He smiled at me, stood up and went to get what looked like cream. As he came back, I almost felt like begging him to stop whatever he wanted to do to me but My mouth couldn’t open. I just laid like a corpse. Hands by my side, face facing the ceiling, eyes closed and dick; nodding and throbbing with full at attention.

Whatever cream he got was now being rubbed on my dick. It Felt so wet. I just closed my eyes and waited for whatever was next.

Then it came. A warm tight sensation on my dick cap. It kept inching it’s way down as it squeezed my penis. I was forced to open my eyes to see things for myself. My host was now squatting over me and was sitting on my erect dick. Inch by inch I watched my curved dick vanish into his ass hole. My whole body seemed to be lit up like a Christmas tree.

“is this anal sex for real?”

I asked myself over and over again because it felt so good.

He started humping on me so expertly that the sensation became extremely over bearing to the point that in less than 5 minutes, I couldn’t control what was coming. I just started discharging my sperm generously. I was so embarrassed. I felt I had disappointed him. I didn’t know how  to start explaining that the reason why I came quick was because  his ass was too sweet  and that I can bang hard and stay much longer on my second and third round.

I just laid down like a zombie. He stood up, got a towel and cleaned my moist dick. I wanted to go for a second round but still my mouth could not open. He went into the toilet and I could hear the noise of wanking coming from the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and then he came back and laid beside me. All I could say was “sorry”. He replied – “It’s okay” and told me he enjoyed it. He put his arms over me and laid his head on my chest. I thought it was kind to reciprocate so I put my arm around him and we slept off embracing.

The few days I spent with his family was heaven. They embraced me and took me like their child. When it was time for my new found brother and friend to go back to school , they gave me pocket money (alot) believing I had lost all my money to robbers. My new friend had decided that I follow him to campus because he had a flat all to himself and will love to share it with me since I had no where to go and I was grateful.

We got to his school and his flat was really nice. Because I didn’t want to be idle, I used the pocket money his parents gave me to start a small business and my friend also supported me.

About 2 months later, we both where alone in his flat at the campus and I was really horny. Even though I see cute girls around and they threw themselves at me, I couldn't make the mistake of messing up because I wouldn’t want situation where my friend will find out and begin to feel jealous.

Also,  Since the time he sat on my dick in Lagos, we haven't done any sexual stuff again. Deep inside me, I was hoping I will Have another opportunity to redeem myself from the embarrassment of the quick ejaculation incident which I was thinking was his reason for not making any more sexual advances towards me. He might have concluded I was a weak man; I thought.

One night my friend was reading a novel and wore only boxers. His ass was just looking like freshly baked bread and I wanted it so bad. Damn I  was so horny and my dick was standing in full attention. I had wanked at about 25 minutes prior and I was ready for proper nacking.

Even though I was shy, I decided to be brave and make the first move. I laid next to him on the rug and casually put my hand on his bare back as I asked him what he was reading. While he explained, I ran my hands to his bum and left it there. I began to gently squeeze his soft big ass cheeks and he smiled (still talking about his book). “Where is that cream we used that time?” I asked shyly.

He just smiled more and began to kiss me. Even though am not a big kisser, i was determined to do my best. Our kissing lasted for like 4 minutes or over and then he got up and left for the bathroom. Few minutes later he arrived with the cream he used. He handed it over to me, removed his boxers and laid on his stomach.

It seemed me wanted me to do the work this time. I read the label on the container and discovered it was a lubricant for anal sex. I looked at his fresh, smooth, spotless caramel coloured ass and I was mesmerized. Just to avoid feeling guilty, I psyched myself by imagining he was a chick...Not just any chick; but my girlfriend...my ride or die bitch. I grabbed his ass and began to squeeze them gently. When i parted his ass and saw his cute ass hole, my dick kicked madly. In my mind, this was pussy and there was one thing I loved doing to pussy. I loved to eat them.

I went for his ass hole with full force. I licked, chewed, sucked, kissed and tasted his ass hole. It was like I would die inside it. His moanings where like viagra to me because the more I heard it, the more I went for it. After spending quality time sucking his hole, I put my finger into his ass and FIAM!!!! It just entered easily. MHEN !!!! I felt my dick will explode. I quickly rubbed the cream on my dick and added some on his hole. I began to enter and GOODNESS GRACIOUS it was so juicy and warm. His hole just grabbed my dick like a cop on a criminal.

He moaned my name and i went crazy. I told him I was going to fuck him well this time and I meant it.

I began fucking him like i was competing for a gold medal. His ass was so sweet, so soft, so juicy. Truly pussy didn't feel this good. Now i understood why people were addicted to anal sex either from a chick or a dude. This was my first anal sex and I knew for a FACT that I will be doing this for a very long time.

While I fucked him, something strange happened.

I began having flash backs. Things I have been through as I child, hardship I have endured, depressions and frustrations I have encountered...everything just came in waves at once and I felt an odd emotional anger. It seemed like I was looking for who to blame and had decided to take out all my frustration on the guy below me.

I felt tears flowing down my cheeks. This was what life has brought me to. Fucking a man in his ass. I could hear my friend scream but it sounded like he was far away. He seemed to wanted me to stop because he began to struggle. I held him down in a lock position with one hand in his neck as I fucked him with furious frustration. I didn’t care. The only bliss and comfort I had which was some how warding off the sad darkness that was engulfing me was the comfort and bliss of my dick inside his ass. It was giving me a satisfaction like none before and I was determined to have as much as I could take.

I don’t know how long I fucked him when I began feeling my sperm coming like a chariot of fire from my loins. Never in my life had I felt such sensation. I was forced to scream because i couldn’t bear the sweetness of it. I gripped my friend so tight because it felt like I was having a dream and was afraid that if I woke up, he wouldn’t be there. It seemed like all my sorrows came out with my cum because once I released , i felt true peace of mind like never before.

When i regained my senses (after a while), I realised my friend ( who was still lying under me) was crying. I was surprised. I began to apologise. I didn’t know what came over me. My dick was still hard in his ass but I had to remove it even though i felt like fucking him some more.

When i removed my dick, I was scared stiff.

There was blood on my dick and on his ass. I quickly went to the bathroom , got a towel soaked in hot water and began to clean him up. I began to pet him and apologise again and he stopped crying.

“what happened?” he asked me as I cuddled him. “I let go of my past” was all I said.

I

ADANMA MASQUERADE

Back in my early 20s I belonged to a cultural dance group that performs at events such as burials , traditional marriages or chieftency title inaugurations.

We where at about 20 in total. 8 dancers and 12 singers and instrumentalist. Among us dancers where 3 girls and 5 guys. 2 of the guys where strictly male dancers while the other 3 of us (guys) danced as Adanma masquerade. For those who don't know and are not from the eastern region in Nigeria, Adanma masquerade is a masquerade which celebrates femininity in men. 

I was/Am a sissy and joining the cultural dance group as an Adanma masquerade was an opportunity to be myself and flaunt my femininity to the fullest in public without the fear of being judged but rather celebrated.
Call me a narcissist but I always consider myself “the pretty one” compared to the other Adanma dance partners ( who I knew where envious of me).

My crew was invited for a ‘celebration of life’ (a term used in Nigeria for anyone who has died exceeding the age of 85 or 90). Our client as we where made to believe, had rich sons and one of his grand kids is a celebrity. We were paid without negotiation so we knew for certain we had to put up a good show. So we left Onitsha (our base) and drove  all the way to a village in Udi in Enugu state. When we arrived , the event was just starting. Canopies Had already been put up, The DJ was playing Christian music so loudly you could hear it from hundreds of miles away. Guests had already begun to arrive

We started setting up the electrical equipment for the music after which we changed into our dance outfit.

We entertained the crowd so much that they sprayed us loads of money. All the while I was performing with my crew, I couldn't help but notice a certain man who sat in the family section of guests. He wasn’t particularly good looking and could be my father's age ( if not older); but there was something very attractive about him I couldn’t put a finger on. He nursed a bottle of beer and sitting next to him was a frowning woman who instantly reminded you of those “holier than thou” Christian extremists who neither wore  jewellery  nor make-up. She wrapped her hair In such a manner that made her look dirty and unkempt. Obviously she was his wife because they dressed alike. You could tell she was irritated and judging everything around her. From her husband’s beer to our traditional dance, everything screamed “ungodly” to her and clearly she was uncomfortable.

The man I was admiring simply looked like he didn’t care if his wife's face fell off her head from too much frowning. He seemed the type that did whatever he pleased and was not controlled by wife. There was a perpetual stubbornness in his look and I loved it.

The day was already getting dark and the next performance was the Adanma masquerade dancers. I refused wearing a mask like my other two mates. Rather , I took my time and made up to glorious perfection to the point I looked like a beauty queen. Because I have a feminine structure, no facial hair and was smooth all over like an eel, it was almost impossible to tell I was a man when on make-up; therefore, i refused padding my chest ( to create the illusion of breast like my counterparts ) so as to let people know I was male. After i wore my flawless well groomed feather weight wig,  I was good to go.

The Adanma dance routine involved sashaying and teasing men; so myself and my dance partners did just that. We  grinded on the thighs of men, fall off, and begin to limp as if we’ve been hurt. This made the crowd applaud and laugh so hard.

I noticed my crush was smiling at our performance so I took the chance. Doing  cartwheels and summersaults, I made my way to his seat. I signalled the instrumentalist to increase the tempo of the music and they did. I made a hand gesticulation as if to size up his wife maliciously (this made the crowd roar with laughter). The lady seemed like she would explode out of anger but I didn’t care.

I got in front of my crush, parted his legs, turned my back to him and positioned the crack of my bubble butt directly on his dick (which I could feel it’s softness well tucked in his briefs) and began to vibrate my ass to match the ever increasing tempo of the music. I humped, twerked, rolled and butt clapped my ass very hard on his crotch. I did a half split over his now stretched legs while my both hands where on the floor to support my balance. Even when people had gathered and were spraying me money, I didn’t care as I used one of my hands and reached for his crotch from under my parted legs. Because my ass was fully over his waist, nobody saw what I was doing. I touched his turgid penis from in between his parted thighs and mhen, was I not disappointed. What i touched felt like a coke bottle.

I don’t know if he was shy, angry or scared but he quickly pushed me away which made me topple over. But immediately, I stylishly turned it into a front roll and did a pose as i landed which made the entire crowd roar in applause.

My crush tunic shirt covered this thighs so nobody saw his erection. He didn’t get up from his seat. He just threw few naira bills towards me and continued to sip his beer. His wife was now standing few feet away greeting and hugging some group of women. When I tried catching the eyes of my crush, he quickly looked away.

After my team gathered the money which was sprayed on me, I took a bow at my audience and left while they still applauded. Our performance had ended. It was very late and we were scheduled to leave at day break back to Onitsha. Getting to the bus, I noticed food and drinks was already delivered but I really wasn’t in the mood to eat. The whole bus smelt of food and I didn’t want to sit inside; rather I grabbed a chair and sat next to the bus. I had already slept off when I heard someone cough not too far away from me. I ignored who ever it was and still shut my eyes hoping they would go away.

Soon after, A very deep baritone voice asked - “inwe lighter” (do you have lighter). I opened my eyes and right before me stood my crush. He had a cigarette in his mouth but it wasn’t lighted. I told him I will have to fetch it from my bag inside the bus. As I was about making my way to the bus, he said – “m'ga nno e'ba” (I’ll be right there) as he pointed to an uncompleted building in the dark.

When I got into the bus , my dance mates where already asleep. I fetched my lighter and made my way towards the exact spot he’d pointed. As i made my way, I noticed that the crowd was very scanty if not empty. The security lights where all pointing to the canopies which made it almost impossible for anyone under the light to see whoever was in the dark.

As I approached the building , I noticed the entrance door was locked with a big padlock. But the building had only one open widow on the ground floor while the rest windows were shut.

“Did this old man jump through the window?” I wondered. Instinct told me he did and as I suspected, someone snapped a finger from above me. Looking up, I saw his face looking down.

With a quick glance , I made sure I wasn’t watched as I quickly jumped inn. I mentally directed myself to where he was and he was sitting on a block of cement. I handed him a lighter and he thanked me. “ine'se siga?” (do you smoke cigarette) he asked me with his very rich baritone. I told him I smoke mostly weed. He asked me if I came with any and I said yes. He asked me if I could get some and come back while he waited for me- I said “fine”.

I quickly fetched it and made my way back to the uncompleted building. Scaling through the window and finding my way to my lion.

When I got back, He offered me a cigarette and lit it for me. He also had brought an extra block of cement which i sat on; and as I was smoking and rolling us a blunt, he held his phone light towards what I was doing to aid my sight.

He asked me to make his joint bigger and I did. We lit our spliff and began to smoke. He complimented my dance moves and asked if I used voodoo on him because he didn't know when he had an erection. I didn’t know for certain if he was lying or being honest but I laughed and told him a man’s dick is his true master. And added that what he had was a true master. He chuckled and said his master was small.

He asked me how long ‘ve been dancing and where I stayed. I answered him. He told me he is a road transport driver and was always on the road. While we talked, He stood up and came Next to me. “ka'm mmetu ike a'hu ofuma” (let me touch that ass very well). I smiled, stood up and dropped my trousers to my ankles. He stepped closer to me and rubbed my naked bum tenderly. “O'dika icho ka'm la gi okwaya?” (its like you want me to fuck you right?). He asked.

“ichori la'mu?” (do you want to fuck me?) I asked. He said the last time he fucked a man’s ass was in 1983 and it was when he was a junior student in CIC (an all male secondary school situated at the eastern region of Nigeria). Said he stopped having the feeling until I started dancing on his crotch and it made him erect.

He asked me if my was hole was open enough for a dick to enter. Without  waiting for my reply, his thick rough fingers found my was hole and was forcing its way inside me. I urged him to use saliva and he went- “ewwooohhh o'eziokwu echefum” ( oohhhhh that's true....I even forgot). Sucking his fingers, he found his way back into my rectum.

I reached for his pestle thick cock and it was raging hard. I began to stroke it through his trouser and he quickly brought it out for me. My hand was full of thick meat. I asked for permission to take a photo of it and he agreed. Using the flash of my phone, I took couple of shots. It was so big.... Smooth...yet strong like steel. The dick head was fat and well shaped but wasn’t as thick as the middle and base of the dick. It looked as if the dick kept expanding until it’s base.

He told me it’s been many months he'd had sex or came. I asked about his wife and if she doesn’t give him pussy. He called her a mad woman and said he doesn’t have her time. He kept talking about some personal stuff and I was wondering if it was the weed or he was just looking for who to complain to.  He told me he rarely masturbates but if at all he must do it, it was once in 2weeks or monthly. I asked him about prostitutes...after all, as a road transport worker who was always on the road , patronising them wasn’t far fetched. He said God forbid he spends his money in such women. That rather,  they should be paying him for wasting his sperm and doing all the work. I laughed and took his fire wood into my mouth.

He kept asking me if I can withstand hard fucking and multiple rounds while  slowly thrusting his fat penis into my mouth. He was also fingering me as I sucked him. Sounding worried, he said my hole was too tight and if I was sure his dick can enter. I told him to finger me hard so it can be loosened. As if waiting for a “go ahead” he asked me to lie down side ways. I laid on his large tunic shirt on the floor and then laying astride me, he stuffed his cock into my mouth and put my thighs under his armpit. My ass was on his face cos I could feel his breath on my cheeks.

This man fingered my ass hole. In fact he finger pounded me to the point I kept farting. When I fart, he will slap my was hole and say “mechi onu osiso” ( shut up immediately). I wanked and sucked him simultaneously and he began to moan loudly. He kept spitting into my ass hole as he fingered. I begged him to lick My ass hole. At first he objected but after I promised I will swallow his sperm, he went for it. This man ate my ass hole like it was his calling . By the time he resumed fingering , 3 of his fingers could now enter my ass without stress.

Rolling on his back and rubbing a huge amount of spit on my hole,  I stood over him and sat on his saliva wet big black extra thick igbo dick. It entered smoothly even though my ass was stretched to full capacity.

He didn’t wait for me to settle down properly when he began thrusting furiously. He gripped my waist to make sure I was steady as he blasted my hole. This man was a proper Horse power. He fucked me like a mad man.

He asked me to stand up and I did. Coming behind me, he entered me and continued slamming into my walls. His strong hands embracing me and squeezing my chest as if they were boobs. I was hurting all over.

He now asked me to touch my toes and I did. He pounded the life out of me as he destroyed my hole. Anytime I begged him to slow down, he will ask me why I want to disappoint him.

At a point, he removed his dick and told me I should rest small before we started part three.

Part What??????? I was confused. When did he cum ???? I looked at my phone and the time was about 3:25am.I remembered, when i used my phone to  take a pic of his dick the time was 1:05am. Have we been fucking that long?

In his rich baritone voice, he told me not to be tired that he had one more round to go. As i put my finger in my ass , what i felt seemed like a vagina. My ass was wet , open and had silky touch. Indeed he had cum because my was as soaking wet as cum dribbled down my ass from my gapped hole. This man really fucked me asunder.

Thank goodness I wasn’t bleeding.

While we rested, he rolled us each a blunt and as we smoked, he told me he can fuck my ass everyday because it was too sweet. He asked me to lay down flat on my stomach and I did. He laid on my back and slowly fucked me while we still held a conversation (talked about random stuff) and smoking.

While he fucked me, he asked if truly I swallowed sperm and I told him I only did that when I love someone and we are committed. He asked me if I would loved him and would like us to date. I told him kindly that it was too soon and  besides he’s a married man. Once again he reminded me his marriage was dead and that he hasn’t touched his wife for over a year. He said he just needed her to take care of the kids ( he had 3 children  and they were in boarding house) while he was away. He informed me that even though he loves sex, he could stay weeks and even months without sex or wanking.

I don’t know why but instinct told me he was saying the truth. I asked him about distance and he told me Onitsha was his main route. He began to pound me harder as brought his mouth to the side of my head and began to kiss me. Because my neck was hurting from trying to kiss, I urged him to change the style to missionary and he agreed.

With my legs raised so high , he mounted me and began fucking me while we kissed slowly and passionately. “You go drink my sperm nah...” He pleaded into my mouth as we kissed. I agreed to take his offer and then he thanked me with gratitude. His tempo became more slow but hard. My ass hole was so soaked and the noise of our sex was echoing all through the uncompleted building. He began to moan and stick his tongue down my throat when suddenly he got up with his hands gripping the cap of his dick. “biko zian m'epe onu gi” (please open your mouth) he begged. As I did, he held my head and aimed for my opened my mouth. Once he released his hands, jets of hot cream flew into my mouth and I resumed sucking him.

Feeling totally exhausted and sleepy, I told him I needed to get back to the bus. We exchange numbers and parted ways.

We’ve since been seeing. My current apartment (which we now share) was paid by him. His estranged wife is still there though...

I have left the dance crew and now run my own business.