HIS KITO STORY (EDITION 16)

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It was a boring afternoon at the office. With no other alternative to keep my mind busy, I logged onto 2go, an app I hadn’t used in ages. I wanted to see if I could reconnect with some old friends and perhaps make new friends. I logged in and found none of my friends online. I navigated to the gay room. I sifted through the various chats and profiles present in there, before happening on a dude named Richard. It wasn’t long before we started getting acquainted.

Richard was thirty-two, a cute bottom, a graduate of the University of Nigeria, Nsukka, and worked with a company in Asaba, where he also lived with his wife who was then pregnant – at least that’s what he told me. In the following weeks, we chatted and talked on the phone more and more, and I felt drawn to him. I began to fancy him a friend.

About a month after we met, he extended an invitation to me to visit him in Asaba. He sounded so genuine and was persuasive, but for one odd reason or the other, I kept postponing my trip to Asaba. A part of me wished he would grow weary of inviting me and perhaps withdraw or abandon his repeated invitations. Continue reading

HIS KITO STORY (EDITION 15)

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My name is Noah. I have always been a man of caution, threading carefully wherever I go, keeping my professional life separate from my personal life. I have being visiting Nigeria at least once or twice a year for work since the early 1980s. And in the course of my trips, I have amassed a handful of friends and acquaintances, both for business and pleasure. And both my business engagements and pleasure trysts had never given me any cause for concern, worry or disconcertion.

That is, until a trip I made to Nigeria in 2013.

I am a forty-nine-year-old bisexual British man, married with a lovely wife and son. Whenever I am back at home in the UK, I focus all my time and energy on my family. However when I am away for work, I try to indulge in a bit of fun with guys.

So it was on a trip to Lagos, I logged on to my gayromeo account and set my location to Lagos; that way I would be able to arrange a meet with a guy in my hotel when I was free.

And I did meet someone. Continue reading

Porn Star Jarec Wentworth Tells His Side Of The Extortion Tale From Prison

PicturesIt seems kind of crazy that before he even goes on trial, Jarec Wentworth a.k.a. Teofil Brank (above left) would reach out to a porn blog and tell his entire side of the story, potentially further incriminating himself.

But that appears to be what has happened.

Jarec appears to have written to Str8UpGayPorn.com over the weekend to tell his whole side of the story, confirming the identity of alleged extortion victim Donald Burns (above right), and going further to suggest that some innocent gifts and “hush money” have now been mischaracterized as blackmail.

He says that he and Burns go back about two years, and that he and possibly another (former) Sean Cody model had been paid multiple times to have group sex with Burns. In his version of events, Donald Burns was paying him willingly, and the money he received was never extorted. And, according to Jarec, Burns offered him the Audi freely and without ever being threatened.

Here, for the first time since his arrest, is Jarec Wentworth/Teofil Brank in his own words: Continue reading

Porn Star Jarec Wentworth Arrested For Felony Extortion In Undercover FBI Sting

005NTxBljw1epzvlbct2mj31kw11ygohThe stereotype that pretty people are dumb is as insensitive as it is untrue. In this case, however, it seems to hold some weight.

Jarec Wentworth aka Teofil Brank of Sean Cody and Men.com has been arrested by undercover FBI agents for reportedly extorting a wealthy victim by threatening to make public the victim’s embarrassing “sexual liaisons.”

Brank was put under surveillance after he successfully blackmailed the unnamed wealthy gentleman out of some $500,000 in cash and an Audi R8 valued at $180,000.

But after he (very greedily) demanded another million and a condo, the man went to the FBI for help. They set up a sting at a Los Angeles Starbucks, and on March 4th, arrested Brank. Inside Brank’s car at the time of arrest was a loaded .357 Magnum revolver with additional ammunition. Continue reading

A Kito Story Gone Wrong . . . Or Right

bigstock-Happy-Black-Man-4158483It depresses me when I read kito stories of brothers who are bashed, battered, robbed and extorted by unscrupulous human beings whose final resting place is as much in hell as the rest of the Nigerian public say ours is. But it’s one thing when an anti-homosexual lot entraps a gay man. When the entrapment is orchestrated by a fellow gay man, it hurts. It burns like a wound inflicted by a pressing iron, and which is so searing it promises to take a long time to heal. Someone once said on this blog that there’s a special fiery hot place in hell for such disloyal brothers. I believe that. I also believe that such hell can be manifested for them right here on earth.

That is why this kito story I’m about to narrate is one I savoured with great relish when I heard it. Continue reading

HIS KITO STORY (EDITION 4)

200019237-001My story starts after my graduation from the university. I was waiting to go on NYSC, and in the meantime, I decided to go visit an aunt in Lagos. During my vacation in Lagos, I started getting bored really quickly. So, I went on a popular gay dating site and met some prospective hookups.

Soon, I got chatting with this particular guy (a bastard who will rot in hell for eternity), and we exchanged Blackberry pins, and things got real really fast, with us exchanging profile pictures and nude photos. Soon, we got around to fixing for a meet. Somehow, the arrangement fell on me going out to see him at a rendezvous. Initially, I didn’t feel too comfortable with that, going to the location he suggested (Iba axis), seeing as I was still basically unaccustomed to the hustle and bustle of Lagos city. My instincts pled caution, but you know what they say: the spirit is cautious but the flesh is weak (that’s how they say it, right?) Anyway, I was all fired up to go see him, ignoring the still, small voice in my head. After all, I hadn’t had sex in a while, and my bujaina was starting to get filled with cobwebs.

On that afternoon, I finally arrived at the location. Continue reading