TOBY AND FRIEND

I met Toby when i had just moved to the east . His mum ran a restaurant on the ground floor of the building i lived and he was the first person i got acquainted with and who became my friend (despite our age difference).

At the time, Toby was 18 years old (and i was in my mid 30s). I had patronized his mother's restaurant and he was the one who served me. He was extremely courteous towards me and i liked him for his his humility as well as his good looks and very athletic physique (later found out he was into sports).

Over the course of time, Toby started coming to my house to do chores like cleaning, washing, cooking (he cooks very well) and running my errands. I gave him a spare key because i trusted him with my things. Also, Toby usually walks around the house half naked wearing just briefs. His body was very attractive; but because of our age difference and due to the fact he took me as his “senior brother” (elder brother) and respected me as such, i made a conscious effort not to attempt anything intimate with him. I’d always advise him about women and encouraged him both financially and morally; and that was all.

One day, he came to my house after his football practice (as usual) and was limping. He told me he sprained his foot and had bad muscle cramps on his thighs. I volunteered to massage him and he thanked me.

May i also say that before then, Tony had known about my sexuality ( because it happened that one day, while he was burning music into a CD from my laptop, he stumbled on my gay porn collection (file) . He opened it (innocently) , saw what the content was and closed it).

He never said a word. Neither did i.

Toby didn't change his behaviour towards me after that day.

I knew he had watched the gay porn when i was away at work because several times, i have come home to find my laptop hot and i knew he wasn't watching the preaching (the only video i have asides hot man to man action videos) in my laptop.

So, i massaged his foot which was slightly swollen. When i got to his thighs and began massaging it, i couldn't help but notice how black, smooth and firm they were. As i rubbed his thighs, I was snapped out of my trance when the corner of my eye caught a throb.

HE WAS ERECT!!!!

I looked at him... but instead of meeting my eye, he just starred into space and was breathing heavily. I  watched helplessly as my hands crept into his groin through the corners of his shorts. I could swear i was under some powerful hypnosis. My fingers met his cock which laid trapped in the almost loose tight he wore under.

I slid my hands under the tights and felt the raw flesh of his dick. It was hot and still had sweat on it. I pulled down his shorts and his cock sprung out with swag. The scent of his sweat and testosterone filled my nostrils as i gulped his handsome slightly long prick into my mouth. His balls where hairy and smelt very manly  and sweaty...i didn't hesitate to take them in my mouth.

I got back to his cock and continued sucking it. He held my head and began pushing it selfishly to his agile cock with such greed. As i massaged his balls with one hand, i worked up my finger through his sweaty hairy and moist virgin hole. He winced slightly but raised his legs just enough for more room.

He began pushing my head more furiously into his dick making sure he was completely inside my mouth. The more he forced my head into his cock, the harder i finger fucked his ass hole.

He began to moan silently...then loudly.....then very loudly..... Pressing my head down into his dick Very hard, hot akamu flew into my mouth in such huge quantity that i began to wonder if at all he masturbates.

His asshole was painfully crushing my finger as his muscles remained tense in shock of the ejaculation that seemed to go on forever.

When he eventually released my head, i withdrew my finger from his now disvirgined ass hole. He was quiet for a while before he stood up, went to the bathroom, showered and then left the house.

I didn't see Toby for about 4 days although i knew he was coming to the house to do his chores while i was away at work. He was avoiding me and i understood why. I didn't want to push him. Deep inside me i knew he loved it and will come back for more.

Like i predicted, he came back. This time at night. His dick was just standing all through  to the point i fell pity for him. I could have ignored him; but i knew i had to finish what i started.

He pretended to be going through his phone but was watching me from the corner of his eye. I told him to lock up the house because it was getting late (i usually do so) and he stood up to do as i said (his penis leading the way).

“wetin dey do your trouser?” i mocked him.

“na some thing” He said shyly as he tried to suppress his erection with his strong hand.

as he walked passed me on his way to lock the back door, i reached out my hands for his dick and gave it a good squeeze. He stood like a pillar of cement as i stroked and massaged his wood.

As i let go of my hands, he continued on his way to the back door and locked it. i  was getting a vibe that he was still not very comfortable so i decided to let things flow at a certain pace.

i got to the bed room, took off my clothes, laid on my stomach and started watching gay porn on my laptop. I knew for a certain he would enter the room shortly so i had to make things a lot easier for him by showing him i was ready and in the mood.

as he walked into the room, he was startled but did pretty well of not showing it. He sat at the edge of the bed and pretended to be going through his phone while the moans and fucking sound from my laptop filled the room .

Reducing the volume, i asked him - "mans not hot?" (also a title of his favourite rap song). He laughed and sluggishly took off hit shirt.  He still didn't come further into the bed although After a while, he laid on his right arm. I adjusted the laptop so he could join watching. (which he did.)

"i want sleep" he muttered...

"come on the bed properly then" i said.

He hesitated for a while and then laid down on his back like he was on an operation table with His cock pointing up like a rocket about to take off.

He just starred at the ceiling. I asked him how his leg felt and if the massage helped ( subtle hint of what happened between us).

he said he was much better.

As i touched his thighs, it was as if some sort of electric charge shot to his balls because his cock kicked hard immediately. This made both of us laugh. I wasted no time in taking off his shorts and in no time we both are butt naked.

His hard muscle body laid like the banquet of the feast of Passover on my bed and i was delighted. I tongued every inch of his beautiful manliness and he moaned strong. My mouth found his throbbing pre-cum oozing cock and as i sank down on it, he exhaled loudly.

This time, he wasn't his previous greedy self that was in a rush. He was more relaxed and surrendered. As i swallowed his dick, he raised his legs. I felt he was hinting me of the fingering like last time and i was more than willing to deliver.

His balls smelt fresh and newly washed (he must have come prepared). i raised his muscled legs properly and OH LA LA!!!! there it was...the man hole i fingered last time...looking tight, shy and squeaky clean.  I didn't wait for an invitation to attend the party. I went for his hole with full force. sucking and chewing. I used my tongue to the tickle the hole. then suck it gently..and then forcefully suck it as it am trying to pull out his honey pot with my mouth.

"bros ehhhhhh.....bros oohhhhhhh...." he moaned to my assault.

i sucked his nipples, kissed his neck...but as i made to kiss his lips, he turned away his head. I felt a bit rejected but i continued servicing his body.

i started sucking his dick again as i gently inserted a finger into his more relaxed hole. I was rough this time around. I fingered his hole like i was out for revenge. Toby wasn't himself anymore. He was groaning and moaning.

my dick was seriously oozing precum and i wanted to fuck him so bad. I quickly rushed to my bath bag to grab a condom and lube. In few seconds, i was suited and oiled up. I laid ontop of him and slowly began finding my way into his paradise with my 7.8 inches down curve dick. Once my dick cap entered (after alot of thrust), Toby suddenly became wild. He grabbed my face and began to kiss me like his life and success was inside my mouth.

That was all the motivation i needed. In no time, i was all inside him...fucking his hole like a mad lion because that was the response he gave me. Toby loved rough sex. The harder i flogged him, the more he moaned "nack me bros.....nack me oooooohhhhh"

It took me all my will power to not cum quick because his hole was damn too tight and gripped my prick real good. But eventually, i couldn't control it any longer as i over flowed the condom with my sperm. I was literally shaking when i finished. GOSH!!! the fucking was too intense.

As i tried to regain my senses, Toby excused himself and went to the bathroom. I was already falling asleep when i heard the sound of something getting ripped. I heard him ask something but my consciousness was far drifted to understand what he was saying...

All i replied was “okay"

i was suddenly catapulted to consciousness when i felt someone on my back penetrating me. Before i could stop whatever that was happening, i felt my ass hole explode with hot fire as it was invaded.

Toby had entered me.

I was too weak to resist and my conscience won't let me tell him to stand up; after all i had just fucked him.

The way i fucked Toby was a child's play compared to what he did to me.

He scattered me beyond repair. Infact i started to regret why i didn't keep my hands to myself few days ago.

I begged for mercy but Toby didn't care.

After what seemed like forever, he began to grind and moan. I could feel wetness on his pubic as it grinded on my soft fleshy ass.

When he withdrew, i couldn't believe my eyes. The condom was so full that some of the cum seeped out from the base. I literally felt like i had just ran a marathon and was on the verge of collapsing.

We were even.

Things carried on as usual. We had sex few more times after that day slowly, Toby began to become somewhat scarce.

He had recently began spending time with this new friend he made who is from Cameroon. They had met in the football field and Toby could never stop talking about how well he played. I thought it was one of those sports mate addiction so i never bothered.

One day i came back from work and sitting in my living room ; was the most gorgeous human being i have ever seen in my entire life.

THE BUS CONDUCTOR

Sometimes, i do believe that people with same sex attractions, have a sort of super telepathic power which enables them connect or spot each other without needing to say a word; even in a crowded room.



I have heard many stories of such but this particular story am sharing, is my own experience.



I had just ran errands for my mother and was on my way back home when my mum called to tell me that it was very late and suggested i go back and spend the night at my aunt's (the last place of errand).




So i had to alight and take a bus heading for ojota. There were lots of buses at the bus stop with conductors doing everything they could to lure passengers inside their buses. I was just about entering a bus when my eyes caught the eye of another conductor.






he was a very dark skinned average height man whose muscular body was well defined in his stylish designer (obviously fake) clothes. He sagged his pants revealing a very white and green polka dotted briefs.





the hair on the sides of his head was trimmed and on top sat neatly twisted dread locks. Once our eyes met, he seemed to be shy because i noticed he had stopped calling his customers.....He obviously looked uneasy as i starred at him.


His bus got full with passengers and began to navigate its way to the main road as he expertly hung out of it . As they drove off, his eyes still held mine and instinctively, i certainly knew i was in the wrong bus and that he wanted me to join his.




Taking the initiative, i immediately, came down from my bus. Even though his bus was now a good distance away, he sighted me and began slamming his palms on the roof of his bus (urging the driver to stop ) as he jumped down. His bus pulled over as i began to make a run for it.


As i hurriedly got to him, his coarse palms grabbed mine in a firm but quick hand shake as he smiled coyly (which gave me an instant erection) like an old friend and gave me a wink.



The bus was already full and the passengers broke into a protest asking the conductor (as well as the driver) where they intended me to sit.


it was chaos.


With a very intimidating coarse voice ( like your typical Nigeria motor park hoodlum) the conductor began asking anyone who didn't like the fact that am in the bus to come down immediately and he will refund them back their money.



Nobody did anything. He asked (very politely) a very pretty lady who sat next to the door to shift for me. She rolled her eyes and asked him to start from the person sitting on the far end.


After a lot of swearing, murmuring, hissing and shuflfing, a space just enough for one ass cheek was made available and i managed it.


Now seated inside the bus, the conductor squeezed himself and sat (with his back resting on the drivers back seat) opposite me as our knees pressed on each others balls.



- "sorry about that dear". He apologised.


the pretty lady who sat beside me heard him. Looking confused at me, she turned to the conductor.



"na your brother?" the lady asked as she eyed him suspiciously.


"madam your ear dey here?" he asked.


"conductor i dey ask...eeehhhhh....i say na your brother?" her voice was beginning to rise maliciously.


my bp suddenly began to rise as my erection ran into my stomach.



"madam wetin be your own nah? as i call my brother 'dear' why e come dey vex you? abi e don tey dem chook prick for your toto?"


He fired back at her.



the whole bus roared with laughter.



"na your mama dem go shuk prick for her toto you hia? you dey mad, God punish you" she said shamefully.


a man from the back of the bus now started saying that probably, the lady was probably looking for a husband and was having a crush on the conductor. The whole bus now turned into a debate center on how desperate today's women were and how capable they were of going to any length just to have the title "Mrs".




When he (the conductor) started collecting money, he gestured (with his hands) that i should not bother paying.

The loud mouthed lady also noticing what had just happened, began to clap her hand like a proper village gossip but she was ignored by everyone.



Eventually, she got to her stop; and as she alighted, the conductor told her (very loudly) that her beauty was a waste and she should get some dick as soon as possible which made the whole bus bust into laughter.


Now that the coast was clear and my bp was stabilized, I resumed my initial position by having My knees pressed on his crotch. the bus was dark and the person who sat next to me was engrossed on his phone.


I felt the conductors crotch get hard on my knees and i knew he felt mine throb on his knee too.



i wanted to feel him so bad but i knew it wasn't possible.



"i dey feel you well well; guy"


He said - just audible enough for my hearing.



i wanted him so bad as imagined his hard body take control over me as i eased the days stress away from his loins.



I eventually got to my stop and we exchange numbers. As we greeted goodbye, i tickled his palms as we shook. He broke out with the most gorgeous smile I'd ever seen on a man and waved me goodbye as the bus drove off.



That night, he called to ask if 've arrived safely. And i told him “i did”.



As we discussed, he said to me (breathing into the phone) – “i just dey feel your style boss.”


I could tell he was horny.


Just to make sure we were on the same page, i said
- “e be like your body been stand that time we sidon inside bus..... because i feel am when my leg
(Recalling the bus incident when we both had our knees pressed on our crotches).




He laughed seductively as he said - “guy the tin stand since i see you for bus stop o..” His husky voice thrilling my nerves.



“ ..i feel your own nah....your small cassava” he mocked.




I told him i will like to feel him inside of me and he replied – “any how you want feel am i go deliver".


I asked him if he has “delivered” it to any guy before and his response surprised me as he said



“bros i never do am before i go tell you true. But that time i dey kano e get one of my friend wey me and am dey play. I still dey get the feeling but no chance to sample “

When i asked him what he meant by “play” and how old he was at the time,  he said he was 7 years old and it was just masturbation. His friend was about the same age as well.




I tried talking dirty to him but it seemed, the only sex he knew was penetration.




Because he knew our conversation was a bit stale (due to the fact he was a novice  and couldn’t contribute to my kinky talks) , he Asked if i could teach him and i was so delighted.



“bros my rod don dey comot that first water o"  he said..with his breath very heavy with raw desire.

I asked if he usually has alot precum and he told me it comes in very large quantity.


I told him i will like to drink it and he was WOWED!!!

“you mean am?” he asked excitedly.



“i wish say my babe sabi like you" he passively commented.

The whole mushy feeling suddenly seemed to be drowning fast once he made that statement.



Honestly- i couldn't find a rational explanation for my behaviour....for goodness sake, i didn't know this dude from Adam and here i was..... Getting jealous over his “babe.”




Certainly noticing my mood swing, he quickly said-  “but she no dey Lagos. Na nekede she dey...oko poly.”



He started to explain that they're not really in good terms, haven't seen in several months and that since she got into school, she has changed and has become too demanding and greedy.





I wanted to ask -' why he still had her in his life since she was a no good’ ; but i kept silent.


I didn't want to believe him at first but because he sounded very genuine, i had no choice.




I asked him about his educational background and he told me he stopped in junior secondary school. He told me he had started night school.

He had told me his name is Aghogho so i asked him what part of Nigeria beard such names and he told me- Niger Delta.


“you go still come?” he asked nervously. ( guess he thought his having a girl friend might make me change my mind).


I let him know i will be coming and with a “i can't wait" , he hung up.




I woke up to a “good morning” message from him in the morning and indeed it made me feel special.


He let me know where i should wait for him at the close of his business and at the scheduled time, i was there.



I recognised the bus as well as the driver from the previous day. The bus was empty (they had rounded up for the day). As i sat on the empty row of seats behind, the bus made a U-turn and began heading to an unknown location.





About 45 minutes later, we arrived at a slum. The roads where un-tarred  and dirty. i had never been to that part of Lagos and i genuinely did my best not to get frightened.




we parked in front of a bar and  then the driver turned onn the inner light of the bus. I was astonished at the amount of naira notes this bus drivers make. They counted and re-counted the money (individually) before splitting it among themselves. i sat quietly at the back as they did their thing.




Once they where done, my friend came down from the bus and gestured come along with him. Once i did, the driver drove away.


"are you hungry?" he asked me;( his voice tone now different) as he led the way. He walked with such swag i couldnt find words suitable to describe. He made the ghetto feel like we were walking on the streets of Beverly hills.









We walked into a bar and he placed an order ( I had fish pepper soup and malt while he had fufu and ogbono soup with a big bottle of stout- How he had the ability to eat so heavy and still maintain such fine muscular stature without accumulating fat thrilled me).







After we had eaten, he told me his place wasn't too far from the bar and asked if we could start making it down.(such a gentle man).



As we made for his place, i watched his firm butt as he walked with confidence. Also, i noticed that some how, he was showing me off with pride to people around like i was his prized achievement.




I can't remember what we were discussing about as we walked but he held my waist and began laughing hysterically. Feeling his firm hands go round my waist, i told him jokingly he should take off his hands because i was going to be turned on.




“really? My body has been up since i saw you” he whispered seductive in my ear and stuck his tongue into it.
Maybe it was the alcohol that made him hyper.



I almost fainted out of fright Cos we were in public (even though it was dark and the roads where almost deserted).




He told me he has been turned onn since he set eyes on me.



“e still rise now sef" he giggled as he held my hands and guided it to his dick.




“DA FUCK!!!!”


I jerked my hands away immediately. This time not out of fear of public eye but because what my hand touched was a killer machine.




For an average height dude, his meat was something.



He went for my dick as well and squeezed it despite my protest. He was so excited about everything.




Immediately We steeped into his house, we didn't waste a second to hug and lock lips as we crushed our erections on each other so fiercely. I was happy...and so was he.




As  we embraced tightly, i was admiring the small living room from over his shoulder when my eyes caught a photo of Aghogho carrying a local looking girl on his lap and they wore similar out fits.






“na the woman?” i asked as the Cold winds of jealousy caressed me.




“eehhhhh" he responded oddly.


I withdrew from his embrace and pretended i my phone vibrated. I couldn't control my jealousy. He noticed but didn't say anything.



Her photo seemed to suddenly put an invisible question mark hanging like a hallow over our heads.



He started getting restless as he put on some music, turned on the TV, took off his shirt and jeans (leaving only an immaculate singlet and briefs. His smooth thick thighs and calves like two glorious pillars held up his small but firmly rounded butt while his white singlet embraced his firm muscled body like a jealous lover. Clearly, he was the sort of man who really didn't know how to express his emotions.






There was an awkward silence for a moment and then he asked if I'd like to shower; of which i said – “no” (as i had already showered and douched before coming). He told me he Wanted to shower.-  taking a bucket from behind the door, he went outside; leaving me in the room.




From the way he left, i could tell he was feeling rejected. Maybe he assumed my refusing to have a shower was because of his girlfriends photo. I began to feel guilty over my withdrawal and decided to follow him




I spotted him fetching water from a borehole within the compound. He was clearly unhappy and was avoiding looking at me. I told him i was sorry for my actions (i won't come all the way for this hottie and ruin my chances).

I apologised for my behaviour and told him i had already had my bath before coming and all he said was - “no wahala".




There was an awkward silence...and as i was about making my way back to his room, he asked – “are you going back inside?”


Instinct told me it was his way of telling me he wanted me to stay with him so i stayed back.



After he was done fetching the water, we walked behind the compound to a row of doors which were the bathrooms and toilets of the tenants.



As he unlocked one of the doors and got inn, he tried flicking onn the switch.  The small bathroom was plunged into darkness in a split second after it had been illuminated. The bulb had died.


Turning onn the torch light of my phone, i handed it over to him to use while i stood in the dark corridor. He insisted the bathroom door be left opened so i could have some bit of light. I didn't refuse. I was already impatient to see his naked body. He casually undressed as he hung his clothes on the opened door. I watched him wash himself vigorously as if he was scrubbing stubborn dirt off a rug. The way he was scrubbed really frightened me to the point i begged him to slow down.

He laughed at me and said he doesn't know how to bathe any other way.



Even though the insufficient light from my phone casted a hue on him, there was absolutely no debate that he was an Adonis. His penis hung like a  handsome trophy on his waist.

I was loosing my sanity each passing second.


He knew i was mesmerized by his naked body and he liked it.


“e be like u dey feel the sontin (something)” he giggled.



I could swear i saw his cock swell with each nod. At that point, it felt like my cock will explode in my briefs but i had to hold myself because i was standing on the corridor and anyone could come there anytime.






"you like am?" he asked-  the darkness casting a sinister illusion on his warm smile. His penis was very erect and was few inches away from aching one which was still trapped in my trouser.

my heart thumped wildly in my chest as my trembling hands made for his wood. " This was risky....this was madness....why cant i just wait till we got to the safety of his room?" - i cautioned myself.


"how sucking prick be sef ...you sure sey the tin go sweet me?..." he asked as i held his stiff cold and wet member in my hands.


once again, my instinct knew he wanted my mouth on his wood and like gas to a naked flame, my desire ran wild. i hurriedly went on my knees and took him in my mouth.



his dick flesh was fine and smooth in my mouth...though not very thick, its length nevertheless was a wonder. It already reached my oesophagus as i attempted to bury it in my mouth.


the fragrance of lux soap that lingered on his freshly washed and damp pubic hair greeted my nostrils as i forced my way further to accomplish my deep throat task. i could hear him moan from above me. i was so happy he was loving it. once my gullet was used to the invasion, i began to suck his dick with relish. My hands went for his balls and they where big, stiff and heavy. As I played with them, i felt his cock throb harder in my mouth.





He gently lifted me up from my squatting position and gave me a big bug. "the tin sweet die" he giggled in my ear. I didn't waste time to start kissing him. I desperately wanted him to fuck me...fuck me THERE AND THEN. He tried to stop me but his defence was too weak. He was hungry as well.



As we kissed violently, i quickly unbuckled my trouser and released my prick. He removed my shirt and hung it with his clothes on the door frame.



"suck my nipple" i moaned


"you say?" he asked confused - (maybe he didnt know what "nipple" meant)


"suck my breast" i said...gently guiding him down my nipples.



He didn't need to be thought that part. He attacked my nipples on full throttle which sent heavenly shocks all through my body.




He sucked, chewed and bit them with such expertise that i couldn't help but get jealous over his girlfriend and what she had been enjoying. i spat on my hands and worked my hole as well as his cock. This was a DO OR DIE. i turned my back to him and began leading him home. He hesitated but i insisted.


i hadn't had sex in over a year and i was loosing my mind already. i played deaf ears to his plea as i stuffed my hole with his meat....repeatedly spitting and greasing us up to ensure he secured his accommodation. Eventually, he was all the way passed my appendix . He slowly began to thrust into me...groaning and breathing heavily. He slowly began picking up momentum and in a short while, he started lambasting me with his conductor prick.... organising my all data in alphabetical order.



i was standing at the entrance of the door. My two hands holding the upper frame and my foot resting on the bottom pane of the window. My ass and the rest of my body was inside the bathroom while my head was peeking out through the door, inspecting the corridor.


The sound of his balls slamming on my ass echoed all through the empty corridor and i prayed nobody was hearing us.



"e don dey come out oooooo........e don dey come outttttt........" he groaned as he forcefully slammed himself severally into me multiple times.


i felt a heavy rush of fluid flood my stomach and in that instant, i began to furiously wank myself to climax. In a short while, we both where left breathing heavily.


He asked me to wait in the bathroom while he got us a bucket of water to wash. When he was away, it dawned on me i had just had bare back sex with a complete stranger. First time EVER.



When he came back with the bucket, we both washed ourselves.


"mhen today na the first day i dey do skin to skin...o...and na the 4th time i dey fuck for my life since my mama born me"



"really?" i was so surprised hearing that.A sense of relief washed over me as i prayed he was telling the truth.



"and na you be the first man to man sex i don do.." he added.


He told me he uses protection when fucking his girlfriend and they had only fucked 3times in the 8 months they had been together. He told me she was frigid in bed but because she was humble, he decided to stay with her (although, she is now becoming someone else (according to him)).



i told him he was the only guy whom i had been with since i broke up from my doctor boyfriend (who treated sex like it was some germ infested activity. He wont even let us do any form of oral sex talk-less of going bare back with me. He had insisted we both do mandatory STD/HIV test every three months in his clinic. Only for him to cheat on me with a very popular slut who went as far as recording their sex).


"the bobo fuck up sha" was all he said after the briefing.


He asked me what "rimming was" (as i mentioned in our discussion) and i explained.



"that one mean say person suppose wash that place well well make  e over neat..... Before person go come chop shit" me casually said.



"the tin dey sweet?" He asked as he dried his body after me.



He was too honest in his inquisitiveness and i liked it.


We made our way to his room after our wash and he got me clean clothes from a basket which i declined (as i enjoyed sleeping naked just like him).



we layed on his bed and talked into the night.



i was already drifting into sleep when he nudged me gently to consciousness.



"you go like make i release again before we sleep?" he pleaded more than he asked.




i knew he wanted to fuck me again but didn't know how to ask me or speak his mind....perhaps he didnt want to offend me.




"you go lick my hole?" i asked...hoping he will refuse so i could sleep.



"you go gree me enter you if i lick am?" he asked jokingly.



"e depend on your performance" i replied lazily





"o boy...but you too sweet sha...your hole sweet pass woman toto sef" he said as he squeezed by cheeks playfully.



"you go lick am abi you no go lick am?"  i asked a bit harshly.



"oya bring am come....you go do my own?" he asked.



"do first" i said.



i could feel him adjusting himself on the bed as he said - "bros we go marry o....this kain level don pass be careful" he added sarcastically.



His rough hands began to caress my ass cheek and then, i felt it part. For some seconds, nothing seemed to happen and then the wetness of his tongue came. I hadn't been rimmed in "YEARS" so this was very new to me.


Dude could rim for the olympics. He began to laugh at my moans because i was talking plenty nonsense.



I made us do a 69 position which gave us both the opportunity to eat our bootty and suck our dicks with abundant relish.  He mounted me again...this time in the comfort of the bed and on a missionary position. One thing i loved about Aghogho is that he was very vocal during sex. He kept asking me - " why his babe wasn't as sweet as me" and - "if i can let him fuck me like 3 times a week".

i couldn't help laughing.


He took well over 45 minutes to cum (guess because he had cum earlier).  It was almost 3 in the morning before we finally went to bed.




I felt so sore in the morning that i couldn't walk properly. He took the day off to cater to me.



Later in the day as i left for my house, he was visibly shaken and avoided my gaze. I knew he didn't know how to show he was missing me.




Aghogho is proud of me and genuinely cherishes our friendship. He has our photo (after insisting we go to a studio) displayed on his electronic set. He claims to have stopped talking to his girlfriend (of which i have no hands inn) and has removed their photo.



His neighbour's now know me as his “brother” and have been exceptionally nice towards me. Where all this will lead to; only time will tell.













Written by
A.B

KNIGHT OF THE DARK NIGHT PT2

 wet my lips and went to town. I licked the purplish crown sensuously. My tongue was hot and my body was anticipating something big. I wrapped my hand around the wrist-like organ and fellated it like I never did before. He lay and propped on his elbows and watch me administering on his dick
“Oh, that’s sweet. Keep going, my guy. Aaaargh, don’t stop,” he moaned.
I sucked with more gusto. I had him under my power. The thought of being in control added to my excitement. I fondled my now raging sex as I sucked his. He held my head and I slowed down.
Gradually, he shifted and asked me to remove my boxers and join him on the bed. He sighted a jar of Vaseline. He took a good mount of the jelly and lubricated his dick and my hairy ass. I lay on my stomach and lifted my ass like a sacrifice to the gay gods. He played with my hole and made sure it was well lubricated. Then came the onslaught. Wit the precision of a fired missile, the crown of his dick found and prodded my tight, puckered hole. It resisted. He pushed slightly. My hole still resisted. Then he held me firmly by my waist and tossed in with one mighty shove. I saw stars. I bit my lower lip lest I scream and I tasted my own blood. He relaxed for a minute before thrusting in and out. Gradually, the pain subsided as my body became used to his size. Then, an alien pleasure spread all over me. My whole body became ticklish. I moved with him. His thrusts gathered momentum and we waltzed away like two grunting boars rutting. His huge balls banged the sensitive juncture between my ball and my hole and his coarse pubic hair grazed my ass cheeks which felt ticklish.
We heard a knock on my door.
“XY, We are done. Let’s go na,” one of the other two called from outside. “Wait for me. I am coming!” He shouted back.
At that particular moment, he actually started coming. He gave a final thrust and his whole body was wracked with spasms. He shuddered with the intensity of his climatic release. His thick creamy cum flooded my insides with the force of Niagara Falls. He kissed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my rigid spine. His weight was heavy and his pubic hair tickled my ass cheeks. As the last stream of cum spurted out, I felt my balls emptying their load on the bed sheets. My hole contracted continuously as I climaxed, which added pleasure to his now sensitive dick still buried within me.
We lay supine for about five minutes. Then he lifted his mask to reveal his lips only. He had a clean cut mustache. Then he kissed me. Long and hard. I responded in kind. Then I felt our cocks twitching.
He stood up and zipped up his trousers.
“I will see you again. Soon,” he whispered.
Playfully, he smacked my ass and left.
“I had to drill the truth out of him. Let’s roll,” I heard him tell his partners outside.
With an effort, I managed to wear a long robe. I felt his semen seeping out of my asshole. I stepped outside and knocked on Ms. Joy’s apartment. She was crying and I went over to hold her. I didn’t see her grandmother. I was filled with trepidation. I felt that perhaps the old lady died or something. “She followed them, Leo. My grand Ma followed the bastard,” she said amidst sobs. “Ah, what happened?” Ms. Helen just entered, looking stupefied. “He raped her but she was just squealing that he should give her more. I felt like vomiting so I ran into the bathroom. I was hearing their disgusting sounds,” she was sniffling. “Ah, otio o. Me, I begged the man wo. I told him that I was menstruating and that if he touched me he would be cursed for life. He believed me. Instead, I gave him the five thousand naira I hid under my bed,” Ms Helen said brusquely. “She followed them. Ha!” That was all I could say. Few days later, the grandmother returned. She was looking so happy that we all forgot the scandalous thing that happened that night. Meanwhile, I kept on dreaming of that macho armed robber. Oh, to be held, kissed and fucked again by that renegade!
Some months later, I went to Shoprite to do some shopping. As I was browsing some toiletries on a lonely aisle, my eyes held and locked with a pair of eyes belonging to a very handsome stranger who was coming from the opposite direction. He was tall, broad shouldered with a slim waist and a washboard stomach. He was wearing a tights grey T-shirt that accentuated his muscular arms, chest and six packs. His full lips and cleft on his chin reminded me of the dreamily sexy Idris Alba. He walked purposely as if he owned the world. His measured steps came nearer to me and I was overawed by his magnetism. My mouth went dry. I had never felt like that with anybody in my life. It was as if I was in the presence of a celestial being.
“Hello,” he smiled and his snow white teeth were out of this world. There was something vaguely familiar about his voice. “He-hello,” I stuttered like a deranged teenager. “A minute of your time please,” he asked politely. That voice! “Sure,” I followed him like a zombie. He opened a door and entered. I followed suit. It was an office. “My friend is the manager, “with deprecatory wave of his hand, “ but she is a lousy decorator,” he laughed softly. “Excuse me, what am I doing here,” I asked mystified. I never shoplifted. “Let me show you something,” he said hoarsely. Before I could say Jack Robinson, he gathered me in his arms and his lips were placed forcefully upon mine. Before I could gather my wit, we were kissing each other hungrily like sex- starved brutes. Then realization dawned on me. He was the one! Holly Molly. As I live and breathe!
I disengaged and caught my breath. Then I gave him a resounding slap on his left cheek. He didn’t even flinch. “What was that for?” He asked calmly. “How dare you, lying to me that you would come back soon and never did. Now you had the temerity to assault me in a shopping mall!” I said angrily and equally petulantly. “I am sorry. I felt terrible. I am not a robber. We did what we did to raise money for Dylan. He was in a hospital needing a kidney transplant and everyone we asked for help tureed their backs on us. We were desperate,” he explained. “I see. So why was my ass assaulted? Why was my friend’s grandmother raped?” “We had a mutual sex and we both enjoyed it. Your friend’s grandmother actually raped Haassan. He had never had sex before and his first time with the raddled old crone opened a new vista in his life. He still day dreams about her,” he laughed. “Don’t call her that. She missed it and I think it made her less grumpy,” grudgingly, I conceded.
Then a thought crossed my mind.”What of the guns?”
“They weren’t real. We got them from the costume room at the Community Playhouse,” he smiled broadly. “You sure had us on a dime,” I said crossly. “So, am I forgiven? I have your iPhone still secured and I am wearing you gold chain in remembrance of my first gay sex which turned out to be the best I have ever had.” I felt hot, all of a sudden. This time, I went to him and initiated the kiss. We were deep into it and didn’t hear someone slipping in. “Hey guys, get a room,” an amused lady said. I surmised she was the manager. A permissive one, apparently. “Hi Sylvia. This is –” Then we both realized we hadn’t introduced ourselves.
We looked at each other with the sheepishness found in Tom and Jerry comics.
We have a long way to go, but this is a start. THE END

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Omo fine boy

KNIGHT OF THE DARK NIGHT

Shut your mouth this minute, Joy! Who told you that sex kills? Abeg (please)Oga (Mister)Armed Robber, Feel free to do it to all of us, joo,” the old woman flared.
That was vintage Mama Tilly, my neighbour’s grandmother. Something happened that precipitated that outburst. But suffice it to say that a succinct background is needed to lay this story on.
My name is Leo and I live in the suburbs. Living in the suburbs is fun. Few years ago, I was living in Rosewood , Lagos in a three apartment block. The first apartment was occupied by Ms. Joy (who was in her early thirties and working with a telecom company) She svelte, pretty, easygoing and generally nice girl. She was unmarried and lived with her grandmother, who was in her late seventies. The latter’s hauteur was like the Ye Olde One of the compound. We deferred to her and enjoyed her quirky ways. Apartment 2 was owned by the genteel Jehovah witness, Lady Helen .She was a buxom woman in her forties and rumours had it that she was engaged for the last ten years to a pastor who was yet to make up his mind about marrying her. She had an inflexible sense of right and wrong. It was a gated compound, so it was relatively private and secured.
I was bisexual but none of them knew of my sexual orientation. At thirty, it was not unusual to be unmarried for a man these days. So, occasionally I entertained female guests and on rare occasions, I allowed a male friend to stay overnight. Since my neighbours knew of my trysts with the ladies, it was not really out of place to have a male visitor once in a while who, in their own summation, could just be a mere friend or an acquaintance.
One cold December night, I woke up around eleven thirty and couldn’t go back to sleep. I slotted in a gay porn movie and started fondling myself. Suddenly, there was a bang on my door and a deep voice bellowed “ Open this door at once!” I sprang up and grabbed my boxers shorts and scurried to open the door, having a premonition of cataclysm. I was thinking there was fire or an accident. I was confronted by three hefty masked men looking menacingly with each holding a Glock. The sight of the men, the pistols and the three cowering ladies made me to shiver with dread.
“Come out here,” the tallest and most muscular of the three barked an order. Feebly, I complied. My knees were weak and suddenly I had an urge to pee.
We were all shepherded to the middle of the courtyard. We were forced to kneel.
We complied without a whimper.
“Now, we will search your bodies and your rooms. But if you know you have any valuable, go and bring it on your own. If you hide anything and we find it ourselves, you will answer to our gun,” the man said in a quiet but dangerous tone. His voice reminded me of Luther Vandross’ voice.
Obediently, we went to our respective rooms, leaving the old woman with the three men.
I took my cherished gold chain, iPhone, the twelve thousand naira I saved to send for my mom to buy a bag of rice for Christmas, a pair of my new Puma kicks and my Hitachi laptop. Others brought what they considered worthy.
The men scrutinized each item and when they were satisfied, the second man in an equally deep, guttural voice said:
“Oya, you women, enter this room(he pointed at Helen’s apartment)We are going to fuck all of you. You,” he pointed at me, “Go inside your own room and no funny business. If you make a phone call or alert anyone, I will blast you brains out, understand?” I nodded. I was still dazed. This was all surreal. I thought it was just a nightmare. I stood up, but then I heard Ms. Joy’s pleading voice saying: “Please sirs, I beg you. You can do anything with me but in the name of God, don’t touch my grandmother. She is old and her brittle bones may not take any sexual activity. She may even die in the process.” “Shut your mouth this minute, Joy! Who told you that sex kills? Abeg (please)Oga (Mister)Armed Robber, Feel free to do it to all of us, joo,” the old woman flared.
I almost burst out laughing. The three armed men looked flabbergasted – I bet the reference of ‘Oga Armed Robber’ and the old woman’s audacity took their breath away. Abruptly, the three men burst into a roaring laughter while Ms. Joy looked her defiant grandmother as if she had suddenly grew horns.
I swallowed my mirth and proceeded to my room as ordered. I saw the porn movie still playing and went to switch the television off when the leader of the pack barged in. I stood rooted on the spot. He took one glance at the scene showing on the TV and drank the content in. A huge black man was slamming his humongous cock into the tiny hole of a slim white man. He seemed rather fascinated by the way his head tilted and he watched with intensity. Yet, I couldn’t scrutinize his face. “So, you are a sissy, eh? You like to be fucked in the arse, yes?” He asked lewdly. “No sir. I was just curious – “ I said defensively. “Liar. I sensed something different about you but I couldn’t place it. Now I get it.”
He shifted his mighty weight and sat on my bed. I could not see his face since it was well masked.
Without any further ado, he unzipped his denim trousers and a mighty shlong jumped out from his briefs. I had never seen a dick that big in my life. It was half erect but it looked massive enough to do damage. It was long and fat. I swallowed hard. He motioned me to come over. Slowly, as if on trance, I inched towards him, knelt down before his black, python-like penis. The veins were visible and it throbbed like an agama lizard.
"Suck it. I know you want to. If you dare bite it, I will blow your head off,” even though he was threatening me, his voice was nevertheless sweet in my ears. TO BE CONTINUED

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Omo fineboy

THE SHADOWED STRANGER

Sam, I need a new phone. I am cash trapped but if you could lend me the money, I promise to pay you immediately I collect my salary – which should be in about two week’s time,” I pleaded with my buddy Sam. “I am sorry I am also in the red now, Bright. But if something comes up, I will let you know.” The line went dead before I could plead further.
This was one of my close friends. He was a banker and a thrifty one. He loved money too much. He could spare money if it was for clubbing with girls and other friends living on the fast lane. But ask him a dime, he would swear on is dead mother’s grave that he was in the red.
I was sitting in a small restaurant having finished eating lunch of rice and fried plantain. I realized that a guy at the other end of the room was scrutinizing me with barely concealed interest. He had a fixed smile n his face. I grinned and got up, paid for lunch and left. “Hello, excuse me,” I heard a male voice. I turned around and it was .
He was of an average height and slim. He had a trusting kind of face with some stubble. He looked to be in his twenties.I raised my eye brows eloquently, my expression deliberately unreadable. “I couldn’t help overhearing your distress call and my conscience would not let me rest till I offered my assistance,” he said in a kind voice. Holy cow. In this day and age, angels existed? “Are you offering to lend me some money then?” I asked, quite taken aback. “That’s right,” he answered laconically. “I am sorry but I can’t accept your charity,” I said with equanimity. “And why not?” He inquired. “I don’t know you dude. Besides, I didn’t even ask you for help,” I said pointedly. “Then, you can know me. My name is Mathew and I live at Galway 2. I am a business man and unmarried. I am twenty six years old and originally from Mombassa,”he supplied cheekily.
I laughed in spite of the ludicrous situation. “Well, Mathew from Mombassa, I am Bright and originally from Accra. I am a waiter,” I replied. “So, we now know each other. Care for a drink? There is a pub somewhere at the corner. We could get to know each other even better.”
I weighed my options. I was off for the day, so why not. I accepted his invitation. Few minutes later, we sat at the far end of a pub. The pub was filled with football enthusiast. It was smoked filled and reeking with different smells of men, women, assorted alcohol and cigarettes.
We chatted for awhile on sundry issues. Then along the way he asked if I would consider his offer. I was still reluctant but I needed a phone. “Ok, assuming I accept, what’s the catch? Any collateral? Because I don’t have any.”
He laughed in a rich, mellifluous voice. He should be a musician. “No catch. I like you and I don’t have friends around,” he said simply, lighting a cigarette. He offered me a stick, I declined. He shrugged his shoulders. “Are you willing to be my friend? “Obviously. Otherwise I would not have accepted your invitation for a drink.” Ok.Well, I will invite you further to my apartment for a night cap if you still have the time, then I will give you the cash,” he said. “I have never been to Galway 2, I am still new around here,” I sad. “It is not far. Just five minutes of a taxi drive.”
He paid up and we left.
He hailed a cab and we were in his well furnished apartment in less than ten minutes. I was impressed with his taste. The apartment had all the trimmings of a rich bachelor. Great leather chairs, beautiful paintings, antique knick knacks, modern electronics and a big flat screen TV. “Welcome to my humble abode,” he smiled, seeing that I didn’t hide the fact that I was impressed. humble abode indeed. If only he could see my dingy apartment!I was reluctant to step on his pristine white Persian rug. He went into the bar and brought a decanter with two glasses. “I love bourbon but if you prefer tequila or – ” “Bourbon is fine,” I said airily. I never tasted the stuff but I would want him to think I was from the sticks.
An hour letter, I was beyond tipsy. Whatever e said, I would just laugh. “You seem very happy. You are giving fun?He asked unecesaarily. “I am, dude!”
He came and sat beside me. He pulled out hiss wallet and counted some note. “I bet this can take care of you phone problem. It can even get you an iPhone,” he said in a jocular note. I sobered up immediately. “Thank you so much. I owe you a lot.Whatever you need, let me know,” I took a sip of my tongue burning drink “Can I kiss you?” “Wha - What?”I spluttered, spilling the drink and coughed. “Can I kiss you? ”He repeated. His eyes were hooded. “Hell, no. Is this some kind of joke?” I sprang on my feet. He stood up too, our eyes leveled. The tension was tangible. A sixth sense urged me to drop his money and bold out but my feet were like stamped on the rug. He moved closer, my nostril flared. I could feel his breath on my face. His arms shot out and drew me to him. “I want you so much and I know you want me too,” he said in a husky voice. My heart raced like it was being chased. I felt like punching him in the face but my body seemed to be waiting in anticipating.
In a measured move, his lips, wet and sensuous, gently closed on mine. He gave me a perfunctory kiss. He looked in my eyes. He touched my cheeks. He kissed me again. This time with more vim and vigor. I wrapped my arms around him and returned his kiss with the same ferocity. Our groins jammed. My heavy manhood burned and my body was also on fire. We tore our clothes and next thing, I was fucking the living daylights out of him. He screamed as I impaled him with my ramrod stiff black African dick over and over again. His hole was juicy and tight. We were on a missionary position so he spread his legs wide, giving me access.
I had never fucked a man before but this was sweeter than the pussies I had fucked. It was as if his man hole was breathing. I kept on ramming it in like a mad man till I hit the hilt. His groans and moans of pleasure heightened my own pleasure and I could not help myself. I spurted my seed deep into him. I kept o going till the last drop was safely deposited into him. As I was withdrawing, his cum gushed out in great globs.
He stood up with a self satisfying grin and entered the bathroom to clean himself. I hurriedly dressed up and sped out of the room.

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Omo fineboy

ENCOUNTER WITH THE HOT PASTOR

My friend Innocent invited me to a new generation church somewhere at the Lagos Mainland. On that fateful Sunday, we sat in the front row. The service was splendid. The church was packed and the atmosphere was charged. From the beautiful choir’s paraphernalia to the seraphic rendition of heavenly hymns, I loved every bit of it. But the icing on the cake was when the thirty-something years old hunk of a Pastor mounted the podium. The man was simple a looker. He was tall, broad shouldered, slim and from his movement, very flexible. His booming voice sent shivers down my spine. I was enraptured by his sermon. Before long, the forty minutes sermon came to an end. His petite, yet statuesquely delectable wife joined in on stage to perform the deliverance segment. They were impeccably dressed and made a beautiful couple.
When an alter call was made, I was among the first people to go forward. Quite a handful of us came out to give our lives to Christ. The pastor was happy and after the ministrations asked us all to wait after the services. We complied.
We were ushered into his waiting room at the back of the church building where his office was. One after the other, were called into the office where each was counseled privately. I fidgeted relentlessly while awaiting my turn. I was the last to be called. By then it was already middy and I was famished. Almost everyone was gone except an usher who was waiting at the gate to lock up the premises.
The office was tastefully furnished and fully air-conditioned. On a closer look, the man of God decked in designer suites and oozing such magnetic power and prowess was extremely good looking. He sported a well trim moustache and his hair was curled. d as if he geled it. His smile was infectious. The aura around him was too much to handle. I was meek before him but his smile made me to relax a bit. His penetrating gaze was as if he could see right through my soul. Or, maybe he could. “What’s your name my brother?” That sonorous voice asked. “Michael, sir,” I replied politely and reverently. “Michael. Your are named after an angel,” he said simply. “Yes sir,” replied the quiescent me. “Well, Michael, I can see you are battling with seductive spirits. You are always thinking about sex and you masturbate a lot, am I right?” he enquired. His voice cut me to the quick. My nostrils flared like a courser’s and my throat went dry. How in hell did he know my private proclivities? I stammered an agreement in a plaintive voice. “Don’t worry, we will do something about this,” he reassured me. He stood up from his swiveling chair and stood in front of me. He was some few inches taller than my 5’7. He removed his jacked, loosened his tie and rolled up his pristine white sleeves. “Relax Michael. I will deliver you from that evil, ok?”he smiled and licked his lip. He placed his hands on my shoulder blades and started praying. He started speaking in unknown tongues, I was intrigued and mystified. As he prayed, his hands were all over my head, face, torso and stomach. if was as if he was massaging me. Anxiety mingled with fear produced a kind of sensation that suddenly made my penis ramrod rigid. The fear of being discovered added to the rigidity. I was almost bursting a nut. Clearly, he was aware that I was unquestionably aroused.
I lifted my head and our eyes met and locked. Time and my heart stood still. His face was not smiling anymore. His face was perspiring.
He then asked me to kneel down. He knelt down too. Still praying, he grabbed my manhood and started commanding the demons controlling it to come out. My hardened penis kept on stretching and attained its full 10’ size. He went over to the shelf and brought out anointing oil. He asked me to remove my trousers. I complied. I stood exposed before him. I was covered with shame because my prick was so stiff I didn't know what to do. He opened the jar and rubbed a sizable amount of the olive oil in his hands and proceeded to massage my penis and my scrotum as well. I closed my eyes. Then he kept quiet. He continued ad I bit my lips because I was at the edge of coming.
He stood up and asked me to stand up. I did, rather weakly.
He then removed his clothes. My eyes almost popped out when I saw his erect penis. Darn that petite wife of his must be trying. The thing was like a huge cucumber. It looked humongous and bent to the left. The two big balls hung low and looked like small oranges. I gasped aloud. He smiled. His face mirrored raw sexual hunger. I was overwhelmed by the maelstrom of emotions crisscrossing my whole body. I was dizzy. It was like a dream.
Silently, he took my hand and placed them on his member. He urged me to stroke it which I complied.
He lubricated my ass crack and then turned me around, wedged his penis in my ass crack and started fucking me without penetrating my hole. Feeling his pubic hair around me ass and his hairy chest on my back was wonderful. I was seriously oozing precum. He grabbed my penis and stroked it rhythmically as he humped me from behind. I moaned and released my cum in strings. I felt him coming around my ass hole area. He hugged me tightly and gave a final shove. Our bodies shook in the orgasmic aftermath and we panted like two wrestlers. “I like you Michael I want to be your friend,” he said winking at me. “I like you too sir,” I replied batting my lashes. "However, this must be a secret that we must strictly keep as such, you understand? On no condition would you reveal what happened here to a soul. You and I have entered a sacred covenant and betrayal of trust can cause death. Do you understand?” He spoke so solemnly.
I nodded meekly.
I could not believe that this powerful man would want to have me as his bitch.I thought my bread had been buttered. I had always longed for a strong relationship with men of power. This was even a bonus. He was also a man of the cloth. “I will show you to a hotel at Ikeja where we can be meeting. Prying eyes lurk everywhere around here so we must be careful. I cannot afford any scandal here,” he elucidated. “I understand, sir,” I replied. “Good. We will meet tomorrow at seven. Let me give you my card so that you can call me at seven in the evening and I will tell you where to meet me.”
He gave me a bear hug after inserting his business card in my hand and some wad of crispy Naira notes. I stuffed them in my pocket and eased out looking piously at the usher who looked like he had better things to do than wait for new converts being ‘counseled’…..
This opened a new chapter in my life with Pastor Ike as my new found love. I couldn't wait to have him drill me with his spiritual joystick.

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Omo fineboy

WHITE MAN IN TOWN

 was a taxi driver around the city because I had a family of five to feed. My job entailed picking up people of different races and sometimes I picked the good, the bad and the ugly. Some were kind and some are darn obnoxious. I picked up a white man named John from the airport to a hotel. En route the hotel, we struck a conversation and became instant friend. It was his first time of coming to Lagos. From the Ikeja Airport to the Sheraton Hotel, he talked about Nigeria at length. He was surprised that Nigerians he met on ground were not the ones he heard about. He was severely warned that most Nigerians were lazy, dishonest, fraudulent and criminals. I dispelled those notions as mere hogwash. “From the airport to meeting you, the people I have so far met are courteous, helpful and very respectful. You can’t get people like that in New York,” John said excitedly.
I smiled. He wasn’t the first person that expressed that. Every city has its bad eggs but then, our African culture demands that we be accepting and welcoming to strangers as our guests. In fact, we’d rather give our guest our last morsel of food and stay hungry. That is our culture. “You will give me your number. For the short stay in Lagos, before I proceed to Abuja, I will need you to take me around, if that’s ok with you?”He asked. “Very ok, sir,” I replied. “What’s all this ‘sir’ about? I have told you my name is John. Call me John please,” he emphasized. “Yes, John,” I said with a smile. The white men and their funny ways. A black man would insist on formalities because he is paying me and so our relationship has to be master-servant.
John offered me a drink at the hotel’s bar after we checked him in. I declined at first, explaining to him that I had three more hours of work before closing. “It so happens I don’t drink alone an you are the first Nigerian friend I have made. Tell me how much you make per hour and I will pay you, “he insisted. “No, I can’t impose on your generosity. You have tipped me more than enough already, sir – I mean John,” I said sheepishly. “Please, James, drink to my Coming To Nigeria,” he joked.”I cannot drink alone. And I learnt that in Africa, you do not reject a drink from a guest, am I not right?” he asked, squinting his eyes.
I shrugged and capitulated.
He patted me at the back and we proceeded to the half empty Bar. As we entered, I noticed two girls trying to catch his attention. White guys were always hot cake here because they always paid their whores in dollars or pound Sterling. He didn’t even spare them a glance. We went over to the farthest end of the bar where the light was a bit dim.
We ordered two shots of Vodka and two beers. I was not a heavy drinker so, I refused the Vodka and instead drank the beer. “Tell me about your family,” he said after drinking one shot without grimacing.
I told him how I met my wife and how we got married. He seemed genuinely interested in our marital rites and ceremonies. Seeing that I had picked his keen interest, I regaled him with many folklore. After my third bottle of beer, I felt light headed. I didn’t realize that the bar had become jam-packed. We ordered for more drinks and many girls looked our way and ogled openly. One actually came over and asked for a cigarette. We politely told her we were non-smoking buddies. She flirted and asked us to buy her a drink. We ordered a drink for her and as she settled to sit with us, John looked at his watch and said:
“I think, it is about time you left. Let me see you off,’ he said and went over to settle our bill.
We left the babe there surly and glowering like a wounded tigress. “Let’s go to my room and order for pizza and have a night-cap. I could use another of your African story before the jet-lag sets in,” he said. At that point, I felt inclined to agree with everything he said. We entered the room and ordered for pizza and a bottle of brandy.
The night wore on and John went into the bathroom and showered. When he came out he had a towel wrapped around his waist and he was such a beautiful specimen to behold. I was just staring in awe. He was muscular, broad shouldered and quite good-looking. His wet hair made him looked so fetching. I was mesmerized by his looks seeing that that was the first time I had openly admired another man, a white man at that.
He caught me looking at him and he smiled broadly. He sat opposite me and uncorked the bottle of brandy. Then there was a knock and he got up to open the door. I stole a glance as he walked toward the door. His rear was also a good sight. Suddenly I had a huge erection. I wondered if the drink I took was playing pranks on me. I had never had an encounter with a man in that way before.
He returned with a hot cheese pizza, sizzling hot. He settled down and asked me to help myself. He took a slice and started munching. I followed suit. As he sat, his towel rode up and I thought I saw his balls hanging low. I averted my eyes and concentrated on my pizza. He started telling me a story about his escapades as a teenager.
Before long, we had drunk every bit of that brandy. A music channel on the television set was playing some Nigerian music and he asked me to teach him how to dance. We danced until his tower fell down and he danced in the nude. I laughed and watched him shake his booty and his genitals. He urged me to remove my own clothes and dance in the nude. The alcohol took a toll on me and I lost all inhibitions. So, what the heck, I undressed and I stood stark naked before him. He stared openly at my naked body. He stood in front of me, held my hand and we started dancing. Then we embraced. Our dicks throbbing against each other. He kissed me briefly on my lips. When I didn’t resist, he kissed me deeply again. I kissed him back and there was no revulsion at all. It was all so natural and perfect. We moved to the bed and sank in. The lovemaking was long, leisurely and slow. I gave him myself first and when he came, he turned on his stomach and gave me himself. We latter drifted into a deep sleep.
The next morning, we woke up with a huge hangover. After drinking hot black coffee, our heads cleared and we went about the day as though nothing happened.

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Omo fineboy

TRUE LIES

Sometime in 2016, when I was in my 300 level, I was looking for accommodation in school, something I could afford, and my friend took me to his former lodge, which is much closer school. I picked a room and paid for it. I moved in two days after, after making some changes like the painting and wardrobe setting, a task which some of the guys in the lodge came to help me with, though I paid for the painter and the electrician. They also helped me move things from the car to my room after the paint had dried the following day.
I didn’t initially have the inclination for any close friendships with anybody in the lodge; I just felt like leaving it at a greeting stage and moving on. I didn’t know however that most of the other guys found this offensive and often complained to themselves about it. It got to a point that whenever I walked past them, they’d mutter things to themselves I could only assume was derogatory, and then proceed to laugh. I didn’t let this bother me; as long as they weren’t in my face saying whatever it was they had to say, I was fine.
This behaviour went on for awhile, until one day when I was going out to meet a friend. I got out of my room, locked up, and threw a greeting at a cluster of guys who were gathered in a corner, gisting and smoking cannabis.
As I walked past them, one of them called for my attention and started scolding me for not establishing any relationship in the lodge (At this time, I was barely two weeks old in the lodge and was keeping my distance to study whom to relate with and whom not to relate with). As he carried on berating me, I got a bit bewildered and asked him, “Don’t I greet you guys whenever I pass?”
“Even at that,” he snapped. “You should stop behaving like a woman.”
Now, let us call this guy Leke. Upon hearing what he’d just said, I got this “I beg your pardon” expression on my face and asked him to repeat himself. The other guys were laughing at Leke’s jab. But I’d fixed him with a direct gaze and asked, “Enlighten me please, how do men behave?”
He didn’t answer my question, and instead continued fuming. At this time, I was done with him. And I turned to leave, while his friends told him to calm down.
From that day, it was as though I’d officially made an enemy out of this guy I barely even knew. Whenever he saw me up and about in the lodge, he’d start saying things in Yoruba that I just knew were unpleasant remarks directed at me. I also started getting feedback that he liked to call me names like “homo” and “woman wrapper”. I grew to dislike him as much as he clearly disliked me, and the mutual resentment simmered, even though no physical altercation happened between us.
The time came when, for three consecutive days, there was no light in the lodge. This caused me to make use of my generator, and lodge-mates flocked to my room to charge their devices. The first day, Leke gave his roommate, Biodun, his phone to charge for him in my room. After three hours, I turned off the generator and everyone came to pick up their phones. Nobody came from their room, not Leke or Biodun. I waited till it was time for me to go out, and still neither of them came to claim their phones. I decided to go over to the next block where their room is situated, and unfortunately, Leke was the one at home. I told him his roommate had come to charge some phones and that I was about to go out and won’t be coming back anytime soon. I asked him to come take the phones. Somehow I managed this entire monologue in a polite tone of voice.
But the jackass dismissed me, saying I should go ahead and leave, and that I should never come to his room again, no matter what. And then he shut his door in my face.
Feeling a slow burn of anger at this behaviour, I left for my friend’s place and came back late in the night. After a while, Biodun came for the phones, and I narrated to him what transpired between his roommate and I. To this, he laughed and told me to ignore his friend.
The next day, I put on my generator again and like the day before, the lodge-mates all came around to plug in their devices. This time, when I turned the generator off, Biodun came to pick his own phone, leaving Leke’s behind in my room. I waited awhile and when no one came to take his phone, I decided to go out. On my way back home at night, I encountered Leke shouting at his friend never to charge his phone in my room again. Without a word at him, I went into my room, retrieved his phone and handed it over to Biodun. At this point, he stalked over to me and warned me never to lock my phone in his room next time. Thinking about how there would never be a next time, I ignored him and went back into my room, shutting my door in his face.
This was how it kept being between us, one clash after another, sometimes with the barest provocation. It was as though Leke was determined to hate me and I wouldn’t be outdone.
I witnessed two sets of final year parties in my lodge, and I contributed to them. When it got to my set, I was the one in charge of collecting money from the lodge-mates and the one in charge of putting together the party. At this time, I was no longer the aloof new guy. With the passage of time, I’d developed a good relationship with my lodge-mates; even the cult guys and I got along swimmingly. And everyone cooperated in their contributions – everyone except him.
The day I went to collect his money, predictably what was supposed to be a brief interaction derailed into a furious verbal altercation, with him calling me “homo” and saying I deserve to be beaten, that I am of no use to my family, that I am minus one, that in fact I have no future and should be jailed. I gave back as good as I got, daring him to lay a finger on me and then I would show him what those who are called “homo” can do. He snarked back by saying he won’t hit a woman.
Our shouting match quickly drew other lodge-mates to the scene and the peacemakers went to work, trying to restore our frayed tempers. Eventually, he paid his money – which I found surprising, because I thought he’d simply not pay just to spite me. Honestly, at this point, I was ready to have serious issues with the guy; I wanted to have that showdown that had been simmering since I knew him. I wanted him to just go ahead and do his worst. All I’d ever done for the past two years was be myself and live my life calmly. I got along with everybody else but him. And I was sick and tired of this chip he had on his shoulder for me. And it was clear an explosion was going to happen soon.
I did not imagine the explosion would happen the way it did though.
On the day of the party, during morning hours, I kept running into lodge-mates who would jokingly tell me to ensure that there is enough “highness” at the party. I even happened upon Leke, who seemed to be in a good mood, as he came over to speak to me, to tell me to make sure there is “highness” for the guys, as only highness will reconcile the both of us. I didn’t have anything to say to him – merely nodded and walked past.
In the evening, at about 6 pm, the party was underway in the open space of our compound. There was music and dancing, made even fuller of reckless abandon after liquor and palm wine mixed with 501 was passed around. Everyone was loose and having maximum fun.
I was dancing and having some fun too, when Leke came shimmying up to me, his hands coming up to clasp my body. Startled, I pulled away from him and moved away to a different part of the dance floor. I wasn’t about to indulge this recklessness; apart from the fact that I still didn’t like him, I’d heard stories of guys who were homophobic enough to go looking for other guys they suspect are gay and who they can victimize. There’d been too many red lights about Leke in the past for me to simply ignore.
But he wouldn’t let me go. He kept coming at me, telling me how much he wants us to dance. After rejecting him a couple of times, I decided to give him a chance to dance with me. Things quickly got very intense as our bodies generated heat and friction between us, and I began to feel his crotch hardening and bulging. I tried to pull away from him at this point, but he pulled me back, seeming to enjoy the grind of our bodies. After awhile though, he let me go, and the party carried on.
It was late in the night when the party wound to an end. The DJ packed up and left, and everyone retired to their rooms, blissfully tired from the wild night.
I was in my room undressing when I heard a knock on my door. I called out to know who was there and got no response. Through the window, I checked to see who it was – and behold, it was Leke at my door. He saw me and asked me to please let him in. I did. He walked in, turned to lock the door himself, and before I could speak a word, he grabbed me and started kissing me.
I was in shock and recoiled from him. This couldn’t be happening. I asked him if this was what he really wanted or if it was his game plan to out me. He didn’t answer; instead he grabbed me again and continued trying to kiss me. I wouldn’t let him until I’d gotten an answer. I asked my question again, and this time, he growled that I should stop talking and kiss him.
I acquiesced. We began to kiss, furiously attacking each other’s lips and tongues, as though we were eager to explore other functions of our mouths besides using them to spit recriminations at each other. We tumbled into my bed, and continued kissing. The foreplay was intense. It was as though years of misdirected anger were now bubbling over into erotic passion. I was on his dick, sucking the shaft and working his balls as he yanked off his shirt while I pulled down his pants. He went for my nipples, biting at them, and licked my ears, before coming back to reclaim my lips in another round of heated kissing.
We were naked now, the friction of our bare bodies increasing the high. His fingers worked my boy pussy very well, to the point that I was panting for the real thing. And then, he was guiding his dick into my pussy, thrusting into my glory hole like he belonged in there. In fact, the entire sex felt like a predestined orchestra. He fucked me well, establishing a rhythm with me that felt like we had been doing this a long time. Despite the aggression of the sex, it was as though we were making love, like we had this intense feeling for each other that we were exploring. The sex was so mind-blowing that when we were done, the only thing really left for us to do was drop into a heavy slumber, entangled in each other’s arms.
Or rather, he dropped off to sleep soon after the sex – while I stayed awake for awhile, pondering what had just happened. Several emotions were roiling inside me; I felt a sudden loving connection to Leke, and yet I was still confused by the inexplicable turn in our relationship, and also scared of what would happen next. I wondered if he would go about talking about what had happened between us, if he would hate me more and come set me up, or if he would simply ignore me and go back to the status quo.
I turned to observe his face in repose and whispered, “When tomorrow comes, what will you do?”
It was with this troubled mind that I finally surrendered to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to see him dressing up to leave my room. I observed him silently, trying to gauge his mood. He seemed neither furious nor pleased. I guessed perhaps it was too early for him to establish how he wanted to feel about what happened last night. He soon left my room.
As the morning progressed, we encountered each other when I stepped out to buy water, and we exchanged greetings like nothing happened – stiff and polite, like we were still on the page of two people barely talking to each other.
Oh so that’s how we are playing this, I thought, not sure how I felt about this.
But as the days passed, our relationship improved a bit. We became cool, though we didn’t talk much to each other; the hellos however were warmer and frequent. And then the day came, just before I traveled, he saw me and said, “That’s how there’ll be no more charging of phones till you’re back.”
And he walked away.

Written by Tyler

THE REPAIR MAN

Now this happened some years back when i was still pretty much naïve, (or was i?) *winks* 

On this hot afternoon,i was on holidays ( then in high school) when i heard my dad calling the generator engineer that our gen set was in need of servicing.

 I could hear my fathers response ( over the phone) - go.... "okay you can send him,but be sure to explain the house to him and give him my number".

 I was watching  the movie (THE MUMMY) ar the time and was really captivated by it.

 Two hours later, i was done with the movie and was having lunch when our househelp came inn and said to my dad

- "daddy one brother dey gate. E say him name na Amaechi,say oga Ubah send am to come check the generator" 

My dad instructed he should be let inn.

I was busy munching down on my lunch when i looked up to meet the sight of an incredibly handsome young guy with rugged features. 

"bros i hail" - he greeted me.

but i was too captivated to muster any response as he was led past me by our househelp to the living room,where he met my dad and was given instructions. He was also told to report back to him (dad) when he was done.

My dad shouted my name and when i went to respond to him,he told me to accompany amaechi to the generator house (situated behind the house) that our househelp is still a newbie and virtually wouldnt know what he was doing and what to report back to him.

I obeyed and went to the generator house. 

When we got to the generator house,amaechi went on to strip down the blue figure fitting jeans he had on and shirt to reveal such thick thighs and chiseled abs that i had to swallow hard,i felt my bulge already filling up my grey short i had on. 

As if his body wasnt enough torture he was putting on the reigning polo briefs then, blue in colour which didnt do much to hide his humongous package.

It was then that i knew my village people were on full throttle,not only do i have a fetish for a man in briefs,but also the huge dick he was packing????,lawd take me now.

He then got to work cleaning and hammering away on the gen set,changing of oils and all that. He was sweating; .... and the way it glistened on his body,  he no doubt deserves to be on some sorta cover somewhere.

I couldnt help but notice a scar on his left thigh to which i enquired how he got it.

He said - "bros na those days when i dey farm for village,na hin i fall oo hoe come chook my lap,if u see blood eehn" 

I showed remorse as i commented how big the scar looked. I asked told him to stand up so i can see the scar properly (while i squatted in front of him with face directly to this humongous member of his).

Trying not to pay attention to his tucked cock, i used both hands;the left to gently caress the scar and the other hand holding his back thigh,touching it sensitively. At the age, i had already read some books on sex and i knew there were like a million and one receptors in the human body and the ones in the thighs worked hand in hand to respond to the genitals. 

To prove my point, when i continued caressing his thighs i could see his dick slowly engulf the pouch of his briefs as it became bloated. 

I payed no heed to it so he doesn't immediately feel shy and withdraw. When i noticed he was fully erect,i raised my head up to meet his gaze.

 He was immediately embarrassed and was like-  "bros your hand too soft just dey make my body dey raise".

He attempted to pull away his thigh from my grip but i tightened it...my other hand firmly holding the back of his thigh.  I had held him in place and pulled down his briefs with such velocity causing his huge dick to dart out like a released python.

 He now began to really struggle out of my grip on his right thigh but i used my left hand and quickly placed his dick into my mouth. I didn't hesitate when i started sucking the shit outta him. 

He was visibly struggling now saying 

"bros...bros...... wetin u dey do?...abeg stop ......stop" 

but i paid him no mind cos i knew if i had let him go without accomplishing my goal, he would have had stories to tell ; first probably to my dad as to why he didnt finish his job and then his master too. So stopping now wasn't an option.

Gadually, the " stop stop" hassle started dying down to inaudible musterings and his hand that was once pushing my head away from his dick, started pushing my head forward to meet his slow thrusts in my mouth which were now becoming rythmic.

After like 15minutes of virtually sucking him and deep throating him like the pro that i am,he pulled me up from my squatting position to meet his face and rushed me with wet kisses.

Now pinning me on the water cooling lister on the generator set, he began squeezing my chubby and fleshy man boobs (thorugh the transparent milk coloured top I wore) so hard. 

He broke our lip locking and suddenly, his mouth went straight to my boobs to render justice without mercy on them. He really sucked them like his life depending on it whilst i stroked his dick and closed my eyes in ecstasy.

I pulled him away and went down to blow him again,cos his pulsating dick in my hands were driving me bananas. After a bit of first class mouth service, i stood up with his cock in my right hand and as i stroked him,i spat a generous amount in my left hand and lubed my self properly and his cock.

I placed my right thigh on the gen set and my left leg on the floor and guided him into me,i felt this nerve wrecking pain as his monstrous size split me in two.

 I heard him groan out;... without letting me adjust to his size which has just occupied my territory, i felt his firm hands take posession of my fleshy waist as started fucking me like a savage dog on desert heat in the Sudan. But being the cock slut i am, i commended him with moans on the amazing job he was doing... banging me up like a rag doll.

Not long as he rammed into me vigorously did i climax on the floor and shortly afterwards, he followed suit;  bucking behind me as i felt his warm seed flow into me very generously to the point that it made me feel completely soaked.

I'd nver felt so complete and accomplished in my life. He used this insides of his jeans to clean his dick. 

As i looked at his semi flaccid dick,i was in awe that this weapon of ass/pussy destruction did fit into me.

I couldn't help but notice the local made tattoo on the cap of his dick that i didnt notice before in the heat of the moment,i then asked him what it was and he explained that he was from a royal family somewhere in the east that where males where marked on the penises and back to indicate royalty but his family wasnt the current ruling family.

I couldnt help but remember a scene in coming to america where they said "the royal penis is clean".  Clearly, i was just fucked by one.As i walked into the house to get him a chilled bottle of malt and a one thousand naira note for a job well done,i couldnt possibly stop but wonder when our gen was gonna go bad again and oga ubah sends amaechi again.

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