Another Kito-Diaries-sian has volunteered a story of an encounter in his life. Nonfiction and quite graphic. So please guys, all those in favour of no-sex updates, now’s the time to stop reading.
No? You’re sure? Oh well, here Nuel Anthony’s A stormy Night. Read and enjoy.
It had rained heavily throughout that day and we knew it would continue into the night! Thunder and lightning hammering and crackling as though Poseidon and Thor were at war. Yeah, it was the season, and the water kept pouring from the skies in reckless abandon. My restless mind couldn’t be thankful enough that I and Onyeka were home alone. My sister had travelled with her husband and the kids the previous day leaving the two of us at home.
Now, Onyeka – he’s the younger brother to my sister’s husband. 6.2 ft tall, well built, great dimpled smile, and he always appears to have this look in his eyes that always says, “I’m here, rip me apart!” He had just finished his Youth Service at Okene and had come to Lagos in search of a job. That night when he arrived at the house – Gawd, I no fit forget! He had come out of the room to join us in the sitting room with only his boxers hanging from his thin, streamlined waist. I couldn’t resist drinking in the sight of him, making out every curve and bulge on that gorgeous body of his. And there was nothing disappointing on that body. As he approached the seat where I was, I noticed the bulge behind his boxers dangle from left to right. I swallowed hard at the sight. In my mind, I screamed, “Wow!”
So back to my story. We had been home all morning and afternoon, gisting and laughing while the rains hammered on the roof. We talked about everything there was to talk about – girls, boys, dating, sex, family, making money, you name it. Sometime during our conversation, feeling naughty, I jabbed him with the “What if a guy offers you 1 million naira to have sex with you” question.
At this, he laughed out loud, revealing his startlingly white dentition and the sexy dimples on his face, then he replied, “Omo, as e be now ehn, I no go mind o! After all how many minutes pleasure abi na pain sef? But that one no go possible jaré, I never try that kain tin before, and I no sure say I go wan try am sef!”
We laughed over his response, and I said, “Guy, no worry, when you reach that bridge, you go cross am.”
The heavy downpour made away with the electricity, so the room was getting dark by the hour. One talk led to the other, and before we knew it, we dropped off into sleep. The sound of an especially loud thunder woke me a few hours later, and I saw Onyeka was still asleep beside me. We’d never slept in the same room since he came to the house, because I shared a room with my sister’s little boys, while he slept in the guestroom. As I looked at his gorgeous figure lying on the bed in the darkness, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to get down with him. It’d been six months since my last sex (since Tosin and Tomiwa, the twins who lived opposite our house moved to a new neighbourhood). I had been doing several bathroom wanking sessions and had grown tired of it.
I tapped Onyeka lightly to wake him up, but he muttered “Huh”, still barely conscious. Then I whispered into his ears, “Hold me”, as I lay close to him, resting my head on his chest. Still quite asleep, he wrapped his hand around me and continued his soft snoring.
Now I could feel my dick getting hard and erect as I gently caressed his body, trailing my fingers from his chest to his belly button. I noticed a nudge from his boxers, one that called to me. It was inevitable. I simply had to go down there. And when I did –
His manhood had swelled to an unbelievable size. I’d bumped into him three times in the bathroom having a bath, and had seen his flagpole dangling from his waist, but I had never had the pleasure of touching it. Now I could.
I stroked it a bit. Then, I buried it inside my mouth, and sucked on it passionately. It wasn’t long before his snoring turned into a soft moaning. He dug his fingers into my afro and stroked it as he continued moaning in apparent pleasure. This went on for a few minutes, and then he grunted for me to stop. “It’s wrong,” he said.
I replied with a smile, “The only thing that would be wrong is if we don’t finish up what we started. Onyi, just lay still and let me give you real pleasure.”
He heaved a sigh and started saying, “No, no, no, no…” Before he could say more, I had buried his instrument in my mouth again. This time, I sucked and wanked him with all I had. The tempo of his moaning increased, and he started groaning words like “Aaargghh” “Shit” “Yeah” “Fuuuuuck” “Oh yeah”. His hands kept running through my hair as I licked and sucked his manhood. And then, he was panting my name and gasping, “I’m coming . . . Aaahhh . . . Yeah . . . I’m coming . . . Oh fuck . . . Shit!”
I increased the speed of my ministrations to his dick, moving my hand fast up and down his joystick, and a few instants later, splashes of thick cum shot out of his dick, spattering my face – mouth, eyes, everywhere! His body jerked, and he convulsed on the bed as he ejaculated. He was sweating profusely and breathing heavily.
Still excited, I turned him over, rubbed his cum on my dick, and then proceeded to pierce his glory hole with my magic stick. He uttered a sharp cry of pain, and shoved me away. Cooing my apologies at him, I promptly applied the lubricant under my pillow on his bottom and on the condom I’d belatedly remembered to pull over my penis. And I tried again. He screamed again, this time crying, “Take it easy!” I took it easy. I went in gently. In, and then out . . . in and out . . . in and out . . . oh-so gently, until he loosened up. My thrusts became faster and faster, and he moaned in tandem with my movements, whether in pleasure or pain, me, I didn’t know o. He was so fucking tight, and his rump was so stiff, muscled and well rounded. I tapped it a few times and the pleasure it gave me triggered something in my brain that made me want to cum! Immediately I pulled out, yanked the condom off and shot my load all over his back. It was all I could do not to scream out loud as I came.
We were both so exhausted and spent from the stormy encounter. And we promptly fell asleep in each other’s arms. We slept while the storm raged on outside, in the night.
Written by Nuel Anthony