MY OBSESSION

You know how we’ve all had someone or something we fantasize about to a point it becomes obsessive? This is a detailed account of my obsession amidst other things.

     Ever since I was little, I knew I liked men, the male gaze, the male appendage call it what you will but I never acted on my desires or let anyone know this part of me. Why? You may ask. Well, I grew up in a strict, religious home and it was drilled into my head from an early age that such “unnatural” desires or feelings were unacceptable in the eyes of the Lord. I don’t know why my parents always reiterated that warning to me, maybe it was because I was obviously effeminate growing up and they wanted to save my soul from “damnation”. I knew I was prone to those feelings and it scared the crap out of me. I prayed, fasted, knelt on rice and what have you just to rid myself of them. Anytime such thoughts crossed my mind and I entertained them for even a second, I’d feel dirty and begin to pray again. This went on for most of my childhood and followed me into adolescence but it all changed the first time I saw HIM.

     I remember it clearly like it was yesterday. I had followed my parents to church and after the sermon during the announcement section, a call was made for new comers to stand and go to the altar. I sat uninterested and bored out of my mind when a tall figure passed my seat and walked down the aisle and I kid you not, it felt like time slowed down as HE took each step. I could only see his back and dear Lord! HIS shoulders were the broadest I’d ever seen and did I mention that HE smelt amazing as HE walked past me? HIS aura screamed sex-on-legs and suddenly I wasn’t so uninterested anymore. I sat up straight and all my attention was on HIM. As HE reached the altar and turned to face the congregation, I swear I creamed my pants. HE was breathtaking! Absolutely stunning! HIS skin looked like caramel and HIS outfit just made HIM look more mouthwatering to me but what caught my attention and drew me right to HIM were HIS eyes. They were the lightest shade of brown I’d ever seen and just looked bewitching and when it was HIS turn to introduce himself, HE began speaking while looking into the crowd and somehow HE caught my gaze. It felt as though everyone else had faded away and all I could see was HIM. As HE stared, it felt like HE could see into my soul and I couldn’t breathe. I suddenly felt warm and tingly all over, a shiver ran down my spine and most of all, I had a raging boner. My pants felt as though they’d rip open from the pressure of my cock straining against them and finally I heard HIS name, George. As he walked back to his seat, my eyes followed George like a hungry puppy and that encounter marked day one of the beginning of my unhealthy obsession.

     It was as though he had cast a spell on me and made me unable to think about anything else. He occupied my thoughts and at that point I didn’t want to drive them away, I didn’t even mind. My attitude towards church changed and I became so enthusiastic about going that my parents thought I had finally been arrested by the Lord. They were happy that their only son was finally sharing in their love for God. I had been arrested alright but it was by George and his eyes. I just wanted to be lost in them forever and do nothing else. I took every opportunity I could to see him in church and just watched him from afar. I literally worshipped the ground he walked on. One time, he forgot his handkerchief in church and I took it. It smelled so good and was a new treasure I acquired. Everytime I took a sniff, I instantly got hard as fuck. One afternoon while I was home alone, I took it out from its hiding place just to smell it and as usual I got an erection, then I proceeded to touch my dick. As I held George’s handkerchief to my nose with one hand, I stroked my dick with the other and just thought about him. His height, his lips and muscular shoulders and most of all, his eyes! Those eyes were my undoing as I spasmed and screamed as my dick shot out thick ropes of cum. My legs trembled and I saw stars literally as my whole body shivered from my orgasm. I opened my eyes and saw the huge load I had blown and just couldn’t understand what happened, this was the first time I had ever touched myself and it immediately became a hobby of mine. At every chance I got I jerked off thinking of George and it felt like I had discovered gold in my body. I couldn’t stop and I didn’t want to, at some point I thought my dick would fall off but I couldn’t care less. I began having very erotic, sexual dreams about George. I felt possessed and addicted yet it was all I wanted.

     Meanwhile, George quickly grew in ranks at the church and I watched like a obsessed fan. He joined the choir and damn! He could sing. His voice felt like a cool breeze on a sunny afternoon and everyone in church loved it. He began singing solos in church and during those sessions, I made sure I sat at the front row. Not because of the worship or anything but just so I could stare shamelessly at his groin. You see, George had a tendency to get so engrossed during the worship session that he’d begin to jump and his dick jumped along with him. I’d stare in awe as it bounced in the confines of his trouser and he was packing! Damn! His dick print sent my imagination into a frenzy and I just wanted to know how it would feel in my mouth. (I can literally feel all you religious bigots and fanatics judging and condemning me as you’re reading my account and all I can say to you is a big FUCK YOU!) I definitely knew I wasn’t the only one thirsty for his huge meat as I always noticed the unmarried females flocking around him after service and touching him all over with their shriveled, ugly fingers. I wanted to break every hand that dared to touch him but I couldn’t so, I fantasized from afar.

     This continued for two years till I finally turned eighteen. I craved his cock as a minor but I definitely didn’t act on it because I wasn’t sure of his sexuality and how he’d react but most importantly, I didn’t want to make him a pedophile. That was just a huge no for me but I was finally of legal age and I planned to draw George to me like a moth to a flame. Not to brag or anything but I knew I was absolutely beautiful. I had prominent feminine features as a child that gradually blended with my masculine traits as I got older. To put it simply, I was everyone’s spec. Girls and guys alike wanted me but all I ever wanted was George. And to top it all off, I had a huge, stunning butt that drew attention everywhere I went. I’d even caught the priest staring shamelessly at it several times. So you see, nature had armed me with all I needed to get George within my grasp and I planned to utilize every ammo I had. 

     I knew that George held private lessons for some of the kids at our church and this was going to be step one of my plan. I was preparing for my JAMB examination and told my parents I needed a private tutor. They wanted to look for one but I immediately suggested George. They were opposed to the idea at first because they wanted a professional but I worked my charm as an only child and convinced them that he was the best. It was an added advantage that they already knew him so arrangements were made and it was decided that George was to be my tutor. I was ecstatic about this news and began psyching myself up mentally on how to relate with him. George was to come to our house four times a week for the lessons and the first time he came, my senses went into an override. He looked stunning, smelt amazing and much to my surprise was a very intelligent and diligent tutor. He also had a great sense of humor and understood me effortlessly. He made sure he carried me along during his tutoring sessions and all this made my infatuation and obsession with him grow exponentially. I just had to have him, to feel his dick in my mouth and to get stuffed to the brim with his joystick. So I commenced step two of my master plan, seduction. I had always been very observant and knew how to read people with ease, to discover their pleasure buttons. I had perfected this art with all the boys I had been with as a growing teenager and I planned to add George to the list of my conquests. I made sure to hold his gaze everytime he locked eyes with me and I never backed down. He’d look away and playfully tell me that I had “dangerous eyes”. Oh! He had no idea. I also noticed he liked talking about his family and his passion. He wanted to go into medical school and become a doctor after he had saved up enough from his job as a teacher so I engaged him excitedly whenever he brought it up. I was going to be anything he wanted me to be just to get him in my bed. We began to hangout after he finished his sessions in my house and at church. My parents noticed this and were in support of our friendship. If only they knew the thoughts I had for George. Then I started the lingering touches, slight caresses and lewd looks. He’d withdraw at first then he gradually started not minding them. At every chance I got during our sessions, I would sit very close to him and casually brush my fingers and body against his. His cock wasn’t left out as I made sure to rub my dump truck against it anytime I could and I was so happy the first time I felt his dick stiffen against my ass while I was pressed up against him. I finally had him in my web! But I decided that I was going to make him beg for a taste of all I had to offer. At times the sexual tension between us got so thick, you could cut it with a knife but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction he craved. I was going to make him come to me so he wouldn’t ever say I seduced him or brought him into this. Everything was going smoothly and according to plan, I had executed the how and the where and all that was left was the when and the universe so graciously dropped the opportunity right into my juicy laps.

     My parents traveled for some work the next week and I was left alone with my sexy tutor. He came for his sessions with me and was surprised and obviously elated that my parents weren’t going to be home for awhile even though he tried to hide it. It was as though we both had the same thought on our minds, sex which was step three. I was going to leave a trail of crumbs for him to follow and I was definitely going to savour my victory when I had him right where I wanted, buried to the hilt in my ass.

     During one particular lesson, George complained of shoulder ache due to hunching over the table as he taught me. I casually offered him a massage and boasted that I had the best hands he’d ever feel in his life. Laughing heartily, he took me up on the offer and I stood from my seat and went to his back to work my magic. True to my words, I was doing an excellent job when I glanced down from behind George and saw his cock swelling with every touch of my hand. Smirking to myself, I told him I would do a better job if his clothes weren’t in the way of my fingers and suggested we go to my room so he’d undress and I could use my bed as a massage table. He quickly agreed and nodded like an eager puppy as he looked at me salaciously through hooded eyes. I held him by his hand as I led him to my room and told him to undress and get on the bed. George wanted me to turn around as he stripped but I just laughed it off and reminded him that we were men so it wasn’t weird. He reluctantly peeled off his clothes leaving only his boxers on as he tried to hide his semi erection from me with his hand and watching him undress was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. George was ripped and his muscles looked absolutely sinful. His abs looked as though you could bounce a coin off them. I felt my trousers tightening uncomfortably as my dick began to swell with anticipation. He laid on his stomach and urged me to continue my massage. I climbed on the bed, straddled his back and began my ministrations afresh. As I rubbed his supple back muscles, I blew and lightly breathed on his back and I watched in ecstasy as goosebumps erupted all over him. He literally shivered like a leaf under me and I knew I had to strike while the iron was hot. I told George to turn over because I wanted to massage his chest and as he did, I saw that his dick was hard and at full mast. It was huge and bobbing its angry head against his boxers. He apologized for it but I just laughed it off and told him that it was normal for people to get aroused during a massage session and it was nothing to worry about. He closed his eyes as I straddled him once more and began rubbing his chest. As I did that, I slowly and sensually rotated my ass on his dick that I could feel poking me. I noticed his breathing got deeper and uneven and he was softly thrusting against me too so I stood up and told him I was done. He opened his beautiful brown eyes, held me back and told me to wait. George rose up and walked towards me with his erection pointing straight at me. Standing as close as he could, he interlocked our fingers and looked down at me with unadulterated lust clouding his eyes.

     “I want to kiss you”, he whispered staring right into my eyes as his gaze flickered from my face to my plump lips. Mentally, I was doing cartwheels and screeching with joy but on the surface, I was as cool as a cucumber. 

     “Beg me”, I said.

     “Beg me for a kiss and I just might grant your wish”. He hesitated so I turned to walk away when I heard it

     “Please! Please let me kiss you! Just a little”, he pleaded like a child asking for candy. George walked up and hugged me from behind with his cock pressing against my ass as he begged repeatedly. I had won! My ego and pride was through the roof as I listened to him pleading for just a kiss but I planned to do more than just kissing. I had waited patiently and too long and this was my prize. I turned around and smashed my lips against his with so much passion I thought I’d pass out from the sheer pleasure of kissing him. His lips were so soft yet so fierce and was all I could think about as our tongues danced furiously with each other’s. He ripped my clothes off fervently while I dipped my hand into his boxers to grab his huge, throbbing meat and he was already leaking so much precum. I didn’t even realize when I got naked and he lifted me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist like a monkey, our lips still connected. He shuffled out of his underwear as he carried me back to my bed and dropped me softly on it and we continued making out. He withdrew from me just to look into my eyes and smile softly and I kid you not, I almost orgasmed just from that smile. He dipped his head into the crook of my neck and sucked and bit down on my soft skin. I arched my back and grabbed his head as sparks exploded from his contact with my body. I couldn’t think straight while he kissed my neck and ran his tongue along the shell of my ear. I quivered in delight when he latched on to my right nipple and suckled like a newborn as he tweaked and pinched my other nipple with his fingers. George was a fucking expert in the art of pleasuring the human body and I was just a shaking mess underneath him. I had never felt so much sensation during a make out session with anyone and it felt as though my body was set ablaze by his kisses on my skin. He littered more soft kisses on my chest as he slowly followed my happy trail and descended towards my turgid member. He looked at my dick like he had just received a birthday present and couldn’t wait to unwrap it. He trailed a path with his tongue from my balls to the tip of the underside of my penis and when he engulfed me with his warm mouth, the world fell apart right before eyes. I moaned loudly like a bitch in heat and trashed around wildly, grabbing my sheets so tightly I feared they’d rip apart but I didn’t care. It felt so good, it was better than anything I had ever fantasized about and I screamed when George abandoned my weeping dick, pushed my legs back and held them down and dipped his head lower to lap at my puckered hole. My body trembled as I ejaculated, my semen shooting out with reckless abandon and staining my bedsheet.

     I really thought I was going to pass out from how intense that orgasm felt. I had never cum handsfree and just by another person touching me so it was a whole new experience for me. I shivered when he finally raised his head up from rimming me and smirked sexily, looking at me with lust filled eyes. He looked like a sinful sex god and I just wanted to worship his body and his beautiful cock. I sat up and wanted to suck him off too but he stopped me and said he just wanted this to be all about me. He asked if I had lube around and I pointed to the drawer by my bedside. Taking it out, he shoved his index finger into my mouth and ordered me to suck on it and boy, did I suck. I bathed his finger with my saliva and he took it out and drizzled the lubricant on that finger. Leaning his head against mine and looking right at me, George slowly pushed that lubed up digit into my bussy. I gasped as he fingered me while staring at me so intensely. It felt so hot and so intimate that I got hard again while he pumped my ass with his finger. One finger turned to two and to three and soon my hole began making squishy noises while he finger fucked me. I rutted and pushed back against his digits when he touched it, my prostate. I moaned as tears slipped past my eyes and my dick began leaking precum from pure pleasure. He smirked and whispered the words “found it” and began abusing that pleasure button in my honey pot. I began to beg him to fill me up with his juicy cock. Oh how the tables had turned! George laughed and finally retracted his fingers from my asshole. As I laid on my back, George hiked my legs up and pushed my knees to my chest while he lined up his huge schlong with my winking hole. Pressing gently, I felt his bulbous dick head push past the ring of muscles and he slowly slipped into me. We both moaned aloud as he went deeper till he was buried to the hilt in me. I had never felt so full in my life that I could swear his dick had reached my stomach. Still holding my legs down, George began thrusting in and out of me at a slow pace and the friction felt heavenly. The pleasurable pain sent shock waves up my spine and I moaned into his mouth as I pulled him down for a mind blowing kiss. 

     George picked up the pace and in no time began pounding into me with inhuman stamina and I craved more, more of the dick that made me completely delirious and unable to think or speak, more of that hardcore fucking that repeatedly abused my prostate and sent me reeling in bliss. I shuddered involuntarily when he latched onto a nipple and began sucking as he fucked me thoroughly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tightened my arms around his neck as I mewled and cried in ecstasy. He didn’t relent or slow down at all. As he fucked me senseless, I accidentally called him daddy and he fucking lost it. He disentangled his body from my limbs and flipped me onto my stomach. George pulled my ass to him as I arched my back like a talented pornstar and then he leaned down and muttered in my ear,

     “You love when daddy fucks you like this don’t you?”

     “Just look at your ass ever so ready receive daddy’s dick”

     ” You’ve always wanted my cock buried in your ass, haven’t you?”

     “You’ve always wanted me to breed you like a little bitch”

     “You’re daddy’s little cock slut! Say it! Say it you slut!”

     I could only scream out and nod in affirmation. This was the most erotic sex I’d ever had and the dirty talk turned me on even more and I loved it. I grabbed my sheets as he slammed his cock deeper than I thought possible. I was basically putty in his hands and he owned my body, my ass. 

     He pulled me up to a kneeling position with my back to his muscular chest as he continued to assault my now loose hole. With one hand he grabbed my neck and with the other he grabbed my erect member and began to stroke me to completion. The stimulation was just too much for my body and mind that I began to literally cry as I spilled my juices for the second time on my sheets. It felt as though the world was collapsing on me and at the same time like I was exploding from undiluted pleasure and soon enough George followed suit as he exploded his seed in my ass while whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I could feel his sperm coating my inner walls and I was contented. We both collapsed on the bed breathing heavily, with him still on top of my back and his dick still twitching profusely in my bussy as he emptied his essence into me. He finally rolled off my back to one side of the bed while I turned to lay on my back and we stared at the ceiling trying to come down from our euphoric high.

      He turned to look at me at the same time as I did and we just started laughing. We both wondered what the fuck just happened and why it felt otherworldly. Well, for me step three was complete and the object of my obsession was finally mine and I planned to keep George around and coming back for more of my sugar. I was going to get him addicted (pun intended) till I was all he would ever want and think of.

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