FOREWORD: Ever since Absalom wrote about his first time, I’ve been on the look-out for another first time story. Then this writer narrated his to me, and I just knew I had to convince him to write about it. The story has all the makings of a fatal-desire-esque feel to it, and this here is the first part. Read and enjoy. And oh, some of you may know who the writer is even before getting to the end. 😀
He was my Ellen and I was his Portia. We always found time for each other even in the midst of our crazy schedules on a daily basis. I loved him dearly with every fibre in me. He was my first love, my first sex, and his name was Danny.
Once upon a time in the early 2000s, there was a doe-eyed, optimistic freshman in a university somewhere in Nigeria. This person was me. It was the first semester of 100level and I was so excited to be in the university, but the excitement was short-lived after a few days of attending lectures. The alien and bizarre environment, the unusual faces, the crowd, the noise and the whole chaos of jumping from one lecture hall to another was something I found rather unsettling. I prefer order and sanity, things being done perfectly in a calm manner. And for all the dreams and fantasies I had before I got the admission, my experience wasn’t one of them.
But in the midst of all the chaos, I found something comforting, something that made it all worthwhile.
Danny was a tall and lean guy, about an inch or two taller than me; he was sparingly handsome. Apart from his physical features, there was something attractive about him, something that made me feel safe whenever he was around me. He always wore a huge smile on his face which made his beautiful eyes shimmer – Oh, he had the most beautiful eyes and brows that almost adjoined on his forehead.
In a quiet corner in the class, I prayed silently in my heart for him to speak to me, even if it was just one time. I often lingered longer than everyone else after classes just to watch him leave. I was smitten by him in all ramifications and I couldn’t stop myself.
I was a 17-year-old in love and I didn’t know how to proceed. So I used Google as a guide. From the safety of my room and the little corner of my bed, I typed: ‘How to know if someone is gay.’ This popped up several results. After going through all of them, I finally knew what to do. Days passed but I was still terrified of making my move. I thought of several ways things could go south, and after a flashback of what happened the previous year, I couldn’t face another traumatic experience.
As days turned into weeks, my attraction grew stronger. I felt lonely, helpless and miserable. I was pining for him and he had no idea. I was basically new in school and hadn’t made any friends yet.
And then, on that memorable day, Cupid finally answered my prayer.
As I stepped out of the lecture hall just after class, I saw him standing with a fellow classmate. Without stopping to think, I angled closer to eavesdrop on their conversation. They were talking about his phone’s casing; his was damaged and he’d been looking for where to buy another one, but couldn’t find any. I gave a quick glance to see the phone he was using, and as the Fates would have it, it was the same as mine. I remembered that I had a spare casing at home which I was saving for when mine would get old. But – what the heck?! – I’d gladly buy ten cartons of casing just to spend a night with him.
So my man-fetching life-saving instincts kicked in, and I swooped in to save the day. I cut into their conversation and quickly introduced myself. In addition to needing a new casing, his phone was misbehaving due to some software issues, so I immediately offered my help. I put my phone expertise to good use. (Yeah, I’m good with phones and anything tech related). In a few minutes, I was done. I handed the phone to him, and the next thing that happened was both shocking and amazing.
His face lit up with a big smile and his eyes suddenly became soggy as awe and happiness eclipsed his face. He looked at me, his gaze lingering over my face with such attentiveness that I found myself blushing in the Black man version. He took my hands and pulled me closer. The motion met with my brief hesitation, as I didn’t know what his intent was. He felt my hesitation, and pulled me harder. I gave in, moving forward until he took me in his arms and hugged me tight. Then he whispered the words “Thank you” in my ears. It was the most beautiful, pleasant and sincere “Thank you” I’d ever heard.
I’d just solved a problem he’d been battling with for weeks, which took away the pleasure of his use of his phone. Before we parted, I promised to get the casing for him the next day. As we bid ourselves goodbye, I started missing him – his eyes, his warm embrace, his smile, his soft voice. I simply couldn’t wait to see him again.
As quickly as I got home, I looked for the casing in the bag where I kept it, cleaned it up and kept it on top of my table so I wouldn’t forget it. At this stage, nothing was going to stop me from getting my man.
The next day came and I was up by 6am (unlike me). My thirst and desire clawed me out of dreamland to reality. It was the day to finally seal the deal and make him mine forever. I waltzed into the bathroom with delight and performed the morning ritual, and by the time I was out, it was still too early to leave. I cursed the skies for not bringing forth daylight sooner. I however felt defeated at that moment and had to wait till daylight came before leaving the house. I hurriedly made my way to the bus park like I was being chased by an evil spirit.
I got to school just before 7am when everywhere was still empty; it was a cold and misty morning. I held my hands together while trekking down the lonely road. Trees swayed back and forth, and cold gusts of wind occasionally blew past me. Then I got into the lecture room and shut the door behind me.
I spent the better part of the next hour thinking about Danny, about how we’d get married (silly thing for me to think at that age), go on vacation, lay on each other’s chests while seeing a movie, and about all the dirty things I’d do to him.
It wasn’t long before the animals students started trooping in. My eyes, fixated on the door, worked harder than Pamela Anderson’s boobs on a Friday night, as I scanned the faces crossing through the door.
After a long and tiring search, he finally walked in. My heart started pacing like a stallion that just won a marathon. He caught sight of me, smiled and started walking towards me. And for several seconds, I froze, unable to move. I took my time to admire his features, his gait, his figure, his smile. Before I could take it all in, he was in front of me. And that was when my stuttermania (that demon that possesses your vocal chords when your crush is talking to you) started. Eventually though, I was able to gather my wits to exchange pleasantries with him. We made small talk, during which I kept giggling like a newly crazed person. (Well, I was newly crazed…crazy about him). He handed his phone to me and I retired to an empty seat at the back of the class and started working on it. It didn’t take long. He came by and I handed him the phone, now sparkling in all its glory like a newly purchased treasure.
And then, he did what I hoped he’d do. He pulled me in again and gave me that warm hug that seemed to last forever. I felt something inside me in that moment. I knew it was love.
We spent the next few days getting to know each other, sitting together in class, going home together, going for lunch together. Days turned into weeks and Danny and I grew even closer. He was spending at least four nights a week in my room. We’d wake up and begin and end our days together.
And in all those moments, I couldn’t stop wondering if he was gay or not. I loved what we had. It was too beautiful, it felt good and sincere, and I didn’t want it to end. I spent a good deal of time conditioning my mind not to thirst for him, especially in the mornings when he’d pull off his shorts just before going to the bathroom to take his bath, or those nights his legs would accidentally cross over mine, causing me to crave his warm cuddle. I was in love and didn’t want to jeopardize what I had just for a probable few moments of pleasure.
As weeks turned into months, Danny and I grew to love each other. We were like brothers. Everything he had was mine and everything I had was his. We’d exchange texts several times a day, even when in class, making fun of the lecturers and when we didn’t sleep together. He’d send a text saying how much he misses me being around him, and I’d reply with more gusto. As time progressed, he began to add ‘I love you’ at the end of his texts. When this started happening, I was startled. And then cautiously pleased, because I was getting more and more convinced that Danny was truly gay.
But I still didn’t have the courage to make any move on him. And this made me unhappy, restless and dissatisfied. I wanted more. I felt I deserved more. I kept planning and failing at it, as I always chickened out at the last minute.
And then, that night came when I decided that this would be it. The day I would damn whatever consequences and reach out for my happiness.
We were in my bed, gisting like we normally do. And then, he suddenly stopped responding. It was dark and there was no light. I called out his name twice, but didn’t get any response from him. I could only hear him breathing softly. He had slept off. I quickly turned off the screen light of my phone and placed it by the side of the bed. My heart was thumping rapidly like a locomotive engine. I swallowed hard as I moved an inch closer to him. I began running through all the possible outcomes of my daring in my mind. And then, I reminded myself that this was what I had to do.
I stretched my right hand and ran a finger through his bare torso. It felt so smooth, it felt so good. I paused for a minute, and began feeling him up with more fingers. And then, I got more confident and went lower. I reached for his penis through his boxers, wrapped my hands around it to size it up. I felt pleased. My boxers was at the point of tearing as I was rock hard, so much so that my dick could’ve served as a hockey stick at that moment if chosen for that purpose. I slid my hand through the fly of his boxers, all the while massaging his thigh. As soon as my hand touched the tip of his penis, his breathing hitched. His body gave a small stir, as though he’d suddenly come awake. I knew I’d been made, but I didn’t care. I didn’t stop. I extended my fingers and grabbed the bulk of his penis, sack and all, and began caressing it. In a few seconds, I felt it grow bigger and tougher. I smiled.
As I worked his erection, I felt his hips move in tandem with my strokes. It was obvious to me that he was enjoying it. I wanted some of the pleasure too, so I grabbed his hand and placed it on my thigh. I waited for a while for him to make a move. He didn’t. He was hesitant. So I guided him further and shifted the hand onto my penis. And suddenly, the seemingly limp hands started moving up and down over my boxers. Before I knew it, my throbbing hardness was out from the confines of my boxers along with my balls. And just then, he went from a dead zombie to Dracula.
He quickly got off his back, pulled his boxers down and over his legs. Then he reached for me and pulled my hard-on into his mouth. He spent the next few minutes running his puckered lips up and down my whole length. It felt like heaven. My eyes rolled back into my eye sockets, and I couldn’t help but let out soft pleasured moans. I was gushing out precum like it was Christmas, and he didn’t stop sucking me.
At some point, I wanted to return the favor, so I gently guided him backward until he was lying on his back. And then I started with him. I leaned forward and buried my face in his thighs. The smell of his dick’s freshness gave me life. I kissed his inner thigh, worked my way down his perineum, picked up his balls with my lips, and licked, kissed and licked the sac some more. Then I made my way up to his rock-hard dick, opened my mouth to let in the impressive mushroom head, and then locked my lips in place for maximum pleasure. As I worked my way up and down the entire length of his penis, he let out harsh moans. He held my head and pulled it up and down over his dick, as my lips clutched tightly to his hardness. I pulled his hands off my head, pinned both hands to the mattress and locked it in place. His moans increased in frequency as I increased the pace of the sucking.
In that moment, I owned him. He was mine to do with whatever pleased me. I kissed and licked his torso, chest and nipples. He was moaning and sweating profusely, so I let him go for a second. He proceeded to grab my glutes, bent me over and worked his head down my butt crack. My eyes rolled up into its sockets in sheer pleasure, as I let one of the best sensations I’d ever felt rock through my body.
After a long licking and kissing moment, he inserted his length into me. I was terrified because I’d heard horrid stories of ass tearing and bleeding. I’d never done this before. He seemed to sense my alarm, because he proceeded gently inward. Before I knew it, his dick was all in. And I was like, ‘Is that it?’ I hadn’t felt the pain I’d envisioned would hit me with his intrusion. His dick wasn’t the biggest I assumed was out there; it was long and slender with a sizeable head, it wasn’t super thick. In a few minutes, I felt something warm and slimy pour inside me. He’d cum inside me. He groaned harshly and jerked endlessly as he came.
After a few moments of letting him regain his breathing, I withdrew his now-almost-flaccid penis from inside me and wiped off my butt with my singlet. Then it was my turn. I inserted my middle finger in his butthole and he let out a small moan, which made me even harder. I spat some more on my fingers and continued working on his butthole until his ass was well relaxed enough. I grazed his hole a couple of times in a tease with my dick, until he was practically begging me to enter. And then, I slid inside and began working his ass. His was soft, and I’d occasionally grab and smooch it while I was inside him. After several position changes, I pulled out from him and started jerking off. Moments later, I came on his chest.
Thereafter, we proceeded to the bathroom and cleaned up. Then we came back to bed and cuddled in sleep for the rest of the night.
Then the dawn of the coldest morning came.
TO BE CONTINUED
Written by Max