FOREWORD: KingBey has had sexcapades, and he is talking about them. 🙂 This is the first entry of his debut series. Read and — Oh whaddaell, you’ll surely let us know what you think after you’ve read this. lol
And that was how I was on my own on a cold, rainy season evening. This was in April 2008, and I was in school, Abia State University. I’d just finished my degree exams the November of the previous year, but I often came around to the school every now and then to complete and defend my project.
This particular evening, I was seated at a kiosk around the Boy’s Hostel sipping on a Sprite and munching biscuits. Then this tall, dark, slim, young, kind-faced and soft-spoken student pastor came up to preach to me. Let me add here that the school happened to be on vacation then. So the environment was scanty, especially the hostel area. The students who were around were mostly those on the project completion mission as I was, part-time students and some few regular students with one academic issue or the other. So this good-looking student pastor approached me, requested to sit with me, and at my nod, he sat on the bench beside me. Even before he started talking, I knew he was on an evangelical mission. There was this obvious air of righteous rectitude about him that had him pegged.
He started preaching to me – about how to become born again, give my life to Christ, and all that jazz; stuff I’d heard a thousand times already before. I’d like to say that I was paying attention to his sermon, but when I saw him approach, I felt an instant attraction for him. I liked him at first sight. And so, as he spoke the good news to me, I was plotting how to get him to go down with me. Pastor or not, I had to have him. And my mission was helped by the fact that he seemed to like me, as he smiled at me a lot whenever I responded to him.
Then I asked him if he had an extra bed space to spare for the night in his room, as my roommates were all gone and I couldn’t sleep alone in my room. He readily agreed and off we went to his room, after I finished the drink I was having. When it was time for bed, I left the bed he showed me to sleep on and asked to join him in his own. He said no problem, and moved aside for me to climb in beside him.
And so, I snuggled in, and we started sleeping – or we pretended to sleep. I was sleeping on my side, facing away from him. Then I felt something nudging at my back. A grin began spreading across my face when I realized it was a boner. I turned around and to look at the good pastor, with his carefully expressionless face and his rock hard dick. There was nothing left to be said. I gave an evil smile and moved in, pulling him close and latching on to his full, luscious lips. I kissed him like there was no tomorrow, and he returned the favour with equal zeal. We kissed fiercely for about five minutes, our hands grasping at our bodies. Then I reached down and pulled down his shorts to reveal one of the biggest, blackest, thickly-veined dicks ‘d ever seen – till date actually. I wasted no time in sliding down and taking that beautiful dick in my mouth. I sucked him hard, skillfully working my tongue and lips over his gorgeous shaft, and licking his big low-lying balls intermittently. He gasped and moaned, alternating between telling me to stop and urging me on by grinding his hips against my face.
Then he pulled his dick out of my mouth, shuffled on the bed until we were lying, thighs to face, and began to suck me, while I continued with his dick too. The 69 was glorious! When the sensation got too intense for me, when I could feel the beginnings of my climax somewhere in my center, I stopped him, pulled him up and flipped him around. I shoved off his shorts completely off his legs, and inserted one finger inside his man hole. He didn’t resist. This was going to be an emergency fuck. I lubed up my second finger with saliva, which happens to be one of my best lubes in impromptu situations. By the time my third finger was inside him, he was already wriggling his waist, and I took that as a cue for me to get down to real business. Then I lubed up my dick with more saliva and plunged into him. Upon first entry, he moaned. I sighed. This was heaven. And then, I began to ram inside him, while he was pinned to the wall, our thrust-and-receive motions causing the bunk to creak crazily. Fortunately for us, the hostel was very nearly empty, and the corner where we were was entirely vacated. So no one could actually hear us. If anyone heard, no one came to investigate. I banged furiously at his ass, and he urged me on with feverish utterances.
After about some ten minutes of oohs and aahs, my climax erupted. I groaned harshly as I spilled and spasmed behind him. All this while, he’d been wanking himself, and at this point, began to masturbate more vigorously until moments later, he came too. Then he got off the bed and went out of the room to the toilet. He returned some minutes later, sat on the floor and began to cry.
At first, I stared at him, nonplussed by his crying. Then I realised he must be broken up from guilt. I should probably have consoled him, but then – wetin consine me? I didn’t understand his guilt. I still don’t. The sex had been good. We’d both enjoyed it. At least, I did. And perhaps, I’d ‘spoilt’ an anointed man of God in the process. But I was too busy crediting what just happened as one of the most intense and unplanned sex ever in my life.
We exchanged numbers early the next morning and I left for my room. However, that was the last time I ever saw him. With this and many more sexperiences, who’d say I didn’t enjoy my stay in Abia State University? 😉
Written by KingBey