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He walked over to the fridge to get a drink. I declined his offer to get me one.

I glanced up and he was undoing his tie, and slowly unbuttoning the top of his shirt. I bit my lip and brushed my hand over my cock through my trousers. I knew he wouldn’t be able to see what I was doing from where he was. He carried on unbuttoning his shirt, until all I could see was his incredible naked torso. Dark skin smoothly cladding a perfectly muscular frame. His alluring smell was taking my senses away slowly. I looked back down and carried on tapping at my screen like I was engrossed in a steamy chat. ‘He must just be changing to go home,’ I thought to myself. I could see from the corner of my eye him walking around the room, closer to me. My heart was racing, he’d definitely be able to see my cock now.

Money good o. This man is probably mid-fifties yet his charm is undying and still very potent. I wonder how his life must have been as a lad. Maybe he got that godly body from the gym, who knows? Even if he didn’t go to the gym, he was on a diet or played sports like men his age do to keep fit and suppress their skyrocketing sugar levels. His fashion game was no child’s play too. I had quickly spotted the expensive crocodile-skin half shoes he changed into. For more comfort, I guess. His black pants seemed to advertise his long legs and accentuate his muscular butt.

The door locked. I looked over towards him, still shirtless, with just a loose tie around his neck and his hand on the door knob.

“Tshezi?” He whispered.

“Uh- Sir?” I stuttered back, him now moving closer towards me.

“You’re not a child anymore,” he smirked.

He walked to where I was seated. grabbed his tie, put it around my neck and forced me up off the bed, kissing me passionately. I could feel his hard body against mine, his bulge against my hard cock. He kissed so powerfully, dominating my mouth with his. His long tongue explored every crevice of my mouth, taking me to heaven and bringing me back down, still on my feet. He is a good kisser and I am one quick to fall for good kissers. It was one of the qualities that had stuck me to Tornado. That ability to kiss me senseless and panting, yearning for more. Theirs, Tornado and Prof. Olunloyo, was the real open-mouthed kissing, throwing away all inhibitions and focusing on pleasuring your partner through his or her mouth with your mouth.

Majority of us are bad kissers. Some only suck lips. They do this to avoid contact with saliva and prevent transfer of mouth odor, as if it were even possible. I don’t see the point of kissing you if it wouldn’t be drippy and I couldn’t taste your mouth. For the latter, I only need a little chit-chat with my guest to get a whiff of his breath. If I perceive anything I am uncomfortable with, I’d know what to do. When I met Jacob, one of my numerous exes, the guy’s oral hygiene was nothing to write home about. I didn’t allow that to scare me away. I put plans in place and before a month, his breath was better. We had parted ways because of his break and quench issue. By that, I mean any distraction during sex or foreplay would cost his erection and we’d have to start again, sometimes unable to revive it and I am left horny and frustrated. Another small part are the ones who claim to know how to kiss but add their teeth to the issue and turn into warfare. Broda, e jor, calm down abeg. My lips nor be kpomo. There are others who open their eyes while kissing. Like, Chineke, what primitive sect of people are these? If I have a cause to open my eyes while kissing you and see your eyes open, forget it, I am done. A fourth part would just close their lips and ask you to kiss them, the dumbest of all. Imagine someone kissing your closed lips and doing all the work. Your own is just to lie there like a rotting log of wood and enjoy all the pleasure. Just tell me you’re uninterested, make I wear my pant dey go house. Then, there are others who just dive headlong into sex without kissing or any other acts of foreplay. Shuu…how una take start? Na handshake? Some say they don’t kiss so as not to not catch feelings or drift too far and get entangled with a random fuck emotionally. Them put gun for your head force you fuck?

Some will want to argue that open-mouth kissing is a mode of transmission of HIV. I do not dispute that point but get your facts right. You will only contract it when there is an open sore, or wound, or cut in your mouth. Tackle things on your end by always treating wounds immediately they appear and eating food and/or fruits rich in Vitamin B, C and Calcium. Lacerations in the mouth, most times, could mean a deficiency of vitamins or could be a symptom of an infection. Anyhow, keep your intake of vitamins on a 100%. Meanwhile, who send you go kiss stranger? If you were kissing your partner, whether positive or not, and there were thousands of cuts in your mouth, there would be no fear of contracting anything as you already have a thorough foundation of familiarity. Wetin do your boyfriend? E get accident? E dey LUTH? Nor go dey use small small unimportant reasons dey dull your enjoyment o.

The art of kissing should be a slow and unhurried process as it is deeper than sex itself. It is the foundation of good love making.  That you are unwilling to kiss a person like you should shows you don’t trust him in one way or another.

By now, he was taking off my shirt, making slow caresses and gropes on my back in the process. His lips were now on my neck, working their way slowly down my body. He undid my belt, threw it on the bed and pulled down my trousers until I was just standing there in my white CK briefs with my rock-hard dick showing through. He got on his knees and licked his way slowly along my shaft through my briefs, teasing me until I felt like I was about to explode. He pulled them down fast, my dick hitting him straight on the cheek. He looked up at me smiling, flicking his tongue against the head of my cock. I could’ve exploded right there and then. He started to work his way around my dick with his lips. his right hand firmly gripped around the base, rapidly jacking me off simultaneously. I forced him up to stop me from finishing early and pushed him against the wall.

I couldn’t wait to have his dick in my mouth. I felt his tight ass, licked my way down his body and pulled down his trousers, revealing his semi in his boxers. It looked very small. It was very small, actually. Drooling over this melanin perfection only to be greeted with a baby cock. Disappointment rushed through my senses but I did not stop. I pulled the briefs down immediately. His junior was darker than soot and there was not a single hair in sight. Fucking his 2inch cock would be a small favor compared to the role he will play in guaranteeing my freedom. I licked around his thighs, teasing him like he did me. His breathing started to get heavier. I knew he couldn’t handle me not sucking his cock for much longer. He grabbed his dick and put it towards my mouth. Still not at full mast, I took it in my mouth and it instantly came to life and began to grow.

Jesus is Jesus. What was occurring here?

I sharp-sharp use my two hand grab e yansh as I dey use my mouth pump the gbola, dey roll head follow am, make e quick grow finish. As I dey suck, inches dey join inches, e dey fat dey go. Where this man for see this kain deceptive prick carry? If na another banny now, them go stand up, dust yansh, waka comot.

I was glad my decision to stay despite the initial letdown had paid off.  I kept on deep throating him, now gagging, as it grew to a solid 9inches with a large pink mushroom cap to complement his girth. He drew his cock out of my mouth, as if to allow me see the fruit of my labor, the black monster glistening with my spit, then promptly slid it back in. He started to moan louder now, drawing and pinching his nipples. He grabbed my head and started to face fuck me. Harder and harder. He pulled his big dick out of my mouth and hit me across the face with it.

“Bend over the fridge, boy.”

I didn’t hesitate. It was an order. I walked over to the mini fridge and bent over. In a few minutes, I could feel his tongue on my hole, rimming me and slowly sliding a finger in.

“You haven’t done this in a while, right? You are so tight,” he said, now forcing a second finger inside me.

“Yes”, I lied. “The last time I had sex was months ago”. There was nothing wrong with going with the flow. My Kegel exercises helped my anal ring and passage regain elasticity even after bouts of rough sex that left me gaping. His words only proved its efficacy.

He stood up and immediately, I felt the large head of his cock against my hole.

“Ready?” I could hear him slightly laughing at that, knowing I was in for a rough time.

“Fuck me, sir” I replied, now biting my bottom lip.

I could feel his hard dick slowly slipping inside me, his hands on my thighs. I let out a loud moan and he pushed deeper and deeper inside me until he was all the way in. He started to pick up the pace. Harder and harder. I was moaning both in pain and ecstasy. He spanked my ass.

“Fuck me harder,” I moaned. I couldn’t get enough. He would pull his dick completely out and force it all the way in again causing my entire body to clench and me to moan in pain, which would turn him on even more. He pulled out and forced me on my back on the fridge, his hands on my ankles, spreading my legs. I watched his dick force its way into my hole. He was pounding me harder now, my legs now on his shoulders with him kissing me and twisting my nipples causing a rush down my body. I could see the sweat dripping off his magnificent body. He started to wank me off, still fucking me hard. Forcing his thick dick all the way in and out at an intense speed. I couldn’t take it anymore and he knew that. He carried on fucking me, still wanking me off and my dick throbbing in his tight grip. I came all over my body, but he didn’t stop fucking me. He rubbed his fingers through the pool of cum, licking it off his fingers and smiling. I could barely take his dick anymore. It became more painful as I had just come. He pulled all the way out, forced me off the fridge, down on my knees and I carried on wanking him off.

“Suck it,” he ordered, his dick now throbbing in my mouth. He let out an intense moan and shot his load in my mouth, pulled out and he carried on finishing across my face. I was drenched in his cum. I swallowed what was in my mouth. He knelt down, licked the cum around my lips and kissed me hard. He stood up, his briefs back on. “We’re doing this again soon,” he panted.

I wiped my hand across my face, licking the rest of his cum off my fingers, “Definitely.”

 

                                                                                   ***

Walking back to the station from the bus stop by 6:32 pm, I noticed the whole place was deserted. Everyone had gone home. Except me. This filthy station now felt like a hotel room, somewhat. A temporary shelter and a constant reminder of my impending and inescapable death. What if Prof. Olunloyo, like every other politician, had scammed me? Could gay men, especially the ones in power, be trusted? Maybe, I was another free fuck in his list of fucks. I dragged my feet across the German floors of the station, in search of Joseph, heading to my cell.

                                                                                       ***

 As I sit in this taxi now, heading home, I cannot help but marvel at the power Prof. Olunloyo exuded, even as a gay man like me.

Joseph told me that my uncle at Idumota had called the DPO and demanded my immediate release while I was away. Me get Uncle for Idumota? He promised to speak to the families of the deceased on my behalf. Giving them the actual story, ask them to withdraw the case from court and help them in apprehending Tornado. He even went as far as asking the police to remove my name from the records of convicts. I am totally free with no accusation, everything swept under the carpet.

 All these he did without leaving the comfort of his office or spending a penny.

Power.

 From the look of things, that man wasn’t born with a silver spoon and undermining the fact that he was gay, he didn’t allow that to deter him or get into his head in his youth. He didn’t hoe around or use the available unavailability of time as an excuse.He didn’t allow the situation of things or economy of his country and immediate environment stop him. He strove out to stand out

Na those kain people dey sweet to fuck. They are the ones beneficial as friends, sharing their experiences and brightening your path like a lamp.

Men would always be men. Even after giving me words of advice and posing as a role model for a few hours, the man still fucked me as thank-you-for coming. A souvenir.

This is who I aspire to be. One who is willing to pay the sacrifice now and enjoy its fruits later with others. If not for this case, I would not know him and by now, I’ll still be the unenlightened Tshezi I used to be.

 

       Written By:

              FitGiant

 

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