Here’s a non fictional piece from a new contributor for Kito Diaries. His name is . . . well, Festus Ola. And this is his story.
After my youth service, I moved to the city of Abuja. In spite of the fact that I had lots of family members living comfortably who I could stay with, I chose to squat with a gay friend of mine who already had about four guys living with him. We were like one big family cluttered as we were in the one-bedroom apartment; we shared everything with joy, and the cramped space felt like a five star hotel, because we always had great times and lots of laughter. There was barely any privacy, so often times, anyone of us who wanted to have a shag would either wait until the dead of the night, or when everyone was away at work, or use the convenience.
Like every other family, we had our pink sheep (not black; pink) lol. He was the oldest of us all, but didn’t look it. He was super daring, and often had one guy or the other over at the house to fuck him. I’m talking, the rough neck type, uncouth, whose personalities were hewn from the streets. Most times, he would wake me or some of us up from our night sleep to come and watch him get fucked by these gorgeous rough necks.
On this day, I was taking a walk with the notorious pink sheep of our family, who I’ll call Olu. As we strolled, we happened upon this meruwa, you know, these Northern fellows that sell water in cans. This one was thickly built, had ebony black skin and was thickly lashed. The tribal marks that streaked across his face gave him a distinct look, and he was topless, with his shirt round his waist, over white trousers with the thinnest fabric that did little or nothing to hide the colour of his red pants and gave a faint indication of the big bulge that was his penis. The rich pubic hair that covered his abdomen grew thicker as it descended into his red pants.
Olu and I saw this black Adonis sight and gaped.
“Jesu!” he gushed.
“Ewooo!” I burst out, affecting a thick Igbo accent. “See man o!”
“Shut up, you don marry,” Olu chided. “No dey look man.”
I chuckled and asked him, “We get water for house?”
“My dear, weda we get or we no get, I go buy water today,” he replied.
Both of us were still drinking in the sight of this amazing northern commoner.
When we approached him, Olu hailed him in Hausa. They exchanged greetings and chatted briefly in the native tongue. And then, Olu ordered for eight gallons of water and said something in Hausa that made the black Adonis beam, raising both hands in a fist and shaking them, saying, “Ooogaaa!”
“Let us go,” Olu said, turning to me.
“Isn’t he coming?” I asked.
“He will, after he has made his delivery.”
When we got home, it was to meet an empty house. Everyone else had gone to work. Olu and I started bringing out the empty containers and water barrels we had at home. Olu promptly used the loo, put some perfume and wore some very sexy, bottom-hugging boxers. He sashayed about the house, singing one of Michael Jackson’s songs, one whose lyrics he changed to “I’m gonna get fucked today by meruwa.”
After what seemed like forever, we heard a knock and a shout of ‘Oga, you don bring am po water o.’
He was here!
Quickly, Olu ran to the DVD player and pressed play. The TV screen flickered and the letters ‘Blondes And Big Black Meat’ was displayed on it. Thereafter, straight porn came into action on the screen.
I started to get nervous at Olu’s daring. I questioned him: What if this goes wrong? What if this guy becomes violent? It would put all of us including the owner of the house in serious trouble.
But Olu brushed aside my anxious questions and went about his business. We went out to meet the guy. When he saw me, he burst out conversationally, “Chai! Yellow oga fain like nyarinya. I be onyibo, oga?”
I am light-skinned, and the flattery was a turn-on. I forced myself to remember I was in a relationship and should respect it. “I no be onyibo o,” I replied, laughing. “I be Nigerian. Wetin be your name?”
“Me na Adamu. I from Adamawa. You sabi Adamawa, oga?”
“Yes na,” I said.
When Adamu, hefting a can, walked inside the living room to make for the drum inside, his eyes fell on the TV screen, and his steps slowed as he became enraptured by the sight of the white woman panting under the onslaught of a black dick. I could immediately see he had reacted to the movie scene with an instant erection, because the groin region of his trouser had swollen, and it seemed as though he had hidden a kitten in there.
Olu said something to him in Hausa, and Adamu answered. After some minutes, he put down the jerrycans and sat down on the sofa, totally engrossed as he watched.
I was so nervous I went into the room. I could hear both of them talking in Hausa as the ‘Ooohh! Aaah!’ and ‘Fuck me, baby!’ came from the TV. Suddenly, there was a roar of laughter from Adamu. I quickly went to the curtain that hung in the doorway and peeped through it into the living room.
Lo and behold, Olu was already naked and Adamu’s red pants and trousers where at his knees. Olu was sitting beside him, stroking a mammoth sized dick and running his hands over Adamu’s chest. The meruwa himself was still engrossed with the movie. Heat coursed through me, and waves of jealousy washed over me, as I cursed myself for not been daring enough to throw caution to the wind and dishonour my relationship.
Olu knelt before Adamu and started sucking greedily on his dick. Adamu’s eyes kept darting from the TV to Olu’s performance. His mouth was slightly opened and I could hear a slight pant in his breathing. Clearly he was enjoying the unexplored pleasure. His hips slowly met Olu’s mouth in a rhythm, and Olu moaned against his cock. Then Olu said something in Hausa, and Adamu shook his head in response. (Must have been a ‘No’ to whatever request Olu made) Olu sucked on his dick some more, mumble something and stood up.
As he walked out of the living room, he met me at the curtain. Rolling his eyes at me like a typical possessed pagan harlot, he passed and made his way to the room to, no doubt, fetch condoms and a lubricant.
I kept peeking at Adamu. He slowly stood up and brought down his pants and trouser to his ankle, his eyes still straying to the TV screen. His dick was super thick, just like the rest of his body. Gawd! I swallowed hard.
Olu passed me again on his way back out, fully armed with lube and condoms. He returned to Adamu, and they both went back to business. He tried to bring his own dick to Adamu’s mouth, but the meruwa tightened his mouth shut and jerked his head away from Olu’s member. Olu went back to the blow job. A few minutes later, he put the condom on the cock. The condom was absolutely stretched to its limit, and still it didn’t get to the base of Adamu’s dick. He was THAT big!
Olu promptly sat astride him, after lubricating his ass generously, and slowly began guiding the dick inside him. Gradually, he began rocking the dick, going up and down on Adamu’s thighs. Adamu maneuvered his body so Olu wouldn’t his view of the television.
As I watched, I wanked myself.
Soon, Adamu got to his feet; he hefted Olu as though he was a piece of light furniture, and with his eyes still on the TV as though receiving instructions from the action he was watching, he settled Olu on the sofa on his back and proceeded to ram hard into his thirsty ass. His body became slick with sweat, which gave his dark skin shiny and the muscles of his body rippled with the exertion of his fuck. Olu started mumbling some funny language (speaking in tongues things) and moaned uncontrollably, sounds which intensified Adamu’s thrusts.
I wanked faster, and was very close to shooting my load, but I willed some control over the ejaculation. i wanted to wait until Adamu was ready to come.
Just then, he looked up and at the doorway where I was hiding. Our eyes met. I parted the curtain, so he could see what I was doing, and he nodded in a gesture of approval. And he let his gaze remain on me, instead of the TV. I began to stroke myself harder, and his body began to tremble as he grunted. And then, I started ejaculating, shooting wads of cum to the floor.
In that instant, he stopped thrusting and simply looked at me. The muscles of his face clenched, and his veins stood out as he began shaking even harder. His eyes rolled into his head and he took several long breaths as he exploded. And then, he jerked his body away from Olu. His sweaty body and chest were heaving. His dick was still turgid and looked like something belonging to the devil. The condom was torn and he had blood on his stomach and dick.
Oh my goodness! Olu was bleeding.
Adamu said something in Hausa, and Olu got up at once and went to fetch a towel. As Adamu wiped his sweat, Olu went on his knees and took the still swollen dick into his mouth. Adamu gently pushed him away; there was a frown on his face. He spoke in Hausa and Olu showed him the bathroom. A few minutes later, he was out. Olu handed him his money and a nylon bag in which he’d put some clothing items, and he left.
Several minutes later, even after we’d opened the windows to draw in air, the house still had in it the heavy smell of Adamu’s maleness.
Written by Festus Ola