A HORNY DILEMMA

A HORNY DILEMMA

I wasn’t being lucky with girls. I suppose that had something to do with the fact that I still lived with my parents and was not yet gainfully employed, even though I had finished my university education and served.

I was hardly getting laid and had tried everything in the book – from working out to build up my triceps, biceps and abs, to flashing my cock on twitter – that was an indication of my desperate hope for some thirsty woman to want to get with me. But nothing seemed to work. The ladies that swarmed my DM always wanted money or gifts, none of which I could afford to give.

I had a best friend, Jerry, who lived just few blocks away from my house and we were often in each other’s company. So, it happened that his cousin, Collins, came to stay with him and his family during the period he was searching for a job in Lagos.

After I met Collins, I liked him because he was such good company. He talked a lot and had an answer or name to give absolutely anybody and anything. There was no dull moment with him. Collins also liked to sag his trousers and had a big derriere which jiggled every time he walked. We always made fun of his ass.

So, the three of us – me, Jerry and Collins – soon began hanging out all the time. And one day, while we were in Jerry’s room, he talked about an update he saw in a Facebook group he belonged to. The group was named The Men In Nigeria, and the post was about what you would do if you woke up as the opposite sex. We began sharing our opinions about such a scenario and having a good laugh about it. Jerry and I were mostly about using the opportunity to make money and find some sugar daddy to milk dry.

But Collins had something startling to say; he looked at me and said that he would give me his pussy just to test my fucking skills.

I was surprised by what he said, and so was Jerry. Jerry began mocking him and calling him “fag” for making that comment. He jokingly accused Collins of wanting to get dicked by me, and even though we were all laughing and knew he was joking about it, what he said stayed with me, causing me to think on it. To think on him.

Why will Collins want to be a woman just to get fucked by a guy? I thought as I kept side-eyeing him. Unless he somehow wants to actually get fucked by a guy.

I began recollecting discussions we’d had in the past, trying to decide for myself if he’d ever said anything that would point to his possible bicuriousity. And something stood out. Some time ago, I had asked him to hook me up with a sugar mummy and had gone as far as giving him my twitter account, for marketing purposes, in case he knew any woman who would be interested. Soon after, I started getting his likes and all these thirsty comments on my photos. I paid no attention to all that; in my mind, he was just being silly.

But what if he wasn’t being silly? I asked myself.

I honestly didn’t know how to feel about these sudden realizations. Especially when, as the days went by, I found myself doing something odd: I gradually began to take a good notice of Collins’ big ass. Even the thought of burying my dick in his ass slowly began to creep into my consciousness. On several occasions, I’d catch myself looking at his ass and noticing how well-rounded it was. I began to imagine the magnitude of softness it must possess that made it jiggle and bounce the way it usually did. Dirty thoughts began swarming inside my head, and the more I fought them, the stronger they became. This began to alarm me; before Collins, I’d never had any inkling that I could ever sexually desire a man.

After a great effort put into fighting these thoughts, some days passed and they stopped coming at me. And with some relief, I thought I’d finally overcome the weirdness.

That is, until one morning.

I had woken up one early Sunday morning, and my dick was throbbing so hard, it felt like it was going to rip itself apart. I had wanked the previous night and wanked again that morning, but I wasn’t satisfied at all. My dick was still bricking like a cement block. I desperately needed to fuck some pussy so bad. It had been several months since I last had sex; the last time was during the festive period, with one of those village girls in my hometown – you know, the type who throw themselves at you just because you came in from the city.

I was almost running mad with horniness, desperately combing through my mind for a plan, for someone who would give me a pity fuck. And I kept coming up empty.

And then, out of nowhere, the picture of my dick digging into Collins’ big ass popped into my head. I recoiled and tried to push it out. But the more I tried, the more it persisted. It just stayed there, not going away.

And then, as if Satan was on duty, my mother asked me to go to Jerry’s house and iron her church clothes, as well as those of my younger siblings, because there was no light in our neighbourhood. (Jerry’s father operated a paint manufacturing industry which was situated in their compound, so they had light most of the time, making use of a generator whenever NEPA gets up to no good).

For some reason, I felt like I was heading to the lion’s den as I made my way to Jerry’s house with the clothes. Collins was on my mind, ravaging every corner of it at this point. Thoughts of doing things to him, to his ass, had completely invaded my head and entrenched themselves deep inside my heart. And as I got closer to my friend’s house, I felt an odd certainty that something was definitely going to happen when I’m in that house.

And even though I felt an odd flicker of excitement at that possibility, I also felt reassured that there’d be people in Jerry’s house to stop me from crossing this line I hadn’t imagined I’d ever want to cross. I wasn’t very bothered. Besides, Jerry’s family were Catholics, and they all usually attended the first and second mass.

So, I was very surprised when I knocked on the door, expecting some house help to open it, and instead, it was Collins himself who came to the door. Even the house seemed deserted, which was very odd; Jerry’s house never to be empty of activity and noise. Collins told me everyone had gone to church, but him. He asked me what I came to do and I told him I wanted to iron some clothes. He volunteered to help with some.

Soon, Collins and I had gotten started on my ironing, making use of two work stations. And every time Collins had his back to me, I couldn’t help the way my eyes strayed to his ass. Noticing the perfectly-shaped roundness and how it moved like it had a mind of its own as Collins worked, I began to find that ass very, very attractive.

Now, I had given up on my struggle. I had to have it.

But first, I had to confirm if he was down for giving up that bouncy behind for my dick. And so, I reactivated the conversation we had about waking up as the opposite sex. At first, he sort of denied what he said, that he didn’t mean it when he implied that he wanted to have sex with me. But I didn’t back down. I kept pushing, even asking slyly if he liked how big my dick was, as he had seen it on Twitter.

At this point, he had become bashful and wouldn’t meet my eyes as he very evidently struggled for what to say to me. I couldn’t believe it, that this sharp-tongued dude could ever swallow his tongue.

Before I could even think about it, the words I never thought I would ever say rolled out of my mouth.

“Can I fuck your ass?”

And we both stood there, staring at each other with eyes widened in shock over what had just come out of my mouth.

I suddenly panicked. I had to say something. He couldn’t think I was gay. There were going to be days of companionship after today, and I didn’t want the awkwardness of him believing I was something that wasn’t me. I began blabbing words, desperately trying to get across to him that I wasn’t a homosexual.

And then he did something that had me shook. He smiled at my stammering explanation, and told me that if I wanted a good head as well, I had better get these clothes back to my mother and hurry back here. I was stunned and stood there, staring at him as he walked over to me and leaned forward. And kissed me.

I felt the instinctive need to recoil from the kiss. I didn’t want it. But I was desperate and at his mercy. I closed my eyes as I briefly kissed him back. Then my eyes shot back open again when he broke the kiss and grabbed my dick, saying, “Don’t keep him waiting.”

WOW!!! I’m getting head! my brain screamed in delight.

I felt so guilty for being so excited at the prospect of getting a blowjob from a guy as I hurried home with the ironed clothes. I wished I could contain my excitement, but I couldn’t. once I got home, I dropped the clothes and told my mom some story about how Jerry’s father needed extra hands at his factory and was willing to pay for the help. She wanted to play the “who sent you” card, but when I reminded her that her clothes were ironed at his place, she let me be.

But as though Satan was not finished with me, my mom instructed me to first do the dishes in the kitchen sink. I didn’t want her wahala, so I did as I was told. I was still working when she and my siblings left for church. The moment they were gone, thunder clapped and a heavy downpour that had given no sign of its advent began to drum down on the earth. I stared in dismay at the rain, and a part of me said that perhaps this was a sign from God for me to not go to receive this forbidden pleasure from Collins.

But my konji was determined. It was in my mind, like: Fuck this rain. Go get some head and some of that soft ass.

And I obeyed as moments later, I had stepped out into the rain. As I headed back to Jerry’s house, I kept sidestepping and leaping over the puddles that riddled the bad roads on my street.

And this was when my village witches struck. At some point during my trip back to Jerry’s house, I slipped on some mud and fell over backward. I landed splat on the rain-soaked earth. Clothes stained with mud. Left rubber slipper ripped. Arm and thigh bruised. I didn’t know what principality and power I was up against, but whoever they were had officially pissed me off, making me more determined to achieve my goal. At first, I thought I was under some influence of some sort of spell that Collins had placed on me. But then, I knew this was all me. This was my konji demanding what the universe was apparently telling it that it couldn’t have.

Finally!!! I got to the front door. I had to bang really hard on the door because the rainfall had become deafening. Minutes later, Collins came to the door and looked surprised when he beheld my soaked and dirty self. He got me a towel and asked me to take off my clothes so he could put them in the washing machine. Stripped now to my boxers, I handed him my dirty clothes. He took them away and asked me to go to the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom he shared with Jerry and clean myself up.

As I washed the mud off my body, I was feeling an odd shame take over my being. I couldn’t even look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I kept telling myself I wasn’t gay.

But then, if you aren’t gay, what are you doing here? a part of me accused me.

I had no answer for that.

I had just finished drying my body in the bedroom when Collins walked in. He went straight to business as he knelt in front of me and said, “Now, show me that big dick, papi.”

In as much as I had a feeling that I was probably going to regret this, my dick had a will of its own. It sprung into attention immediately Collins asked to see it. I reluctantly began dropping the towel from my hips, and Collins yanked it all the way off as though the towel was covering some long-lost treasure he was after. He paused as he took in the beauty of my dick, and then hungrily took it into his mouth, the warm wetness of his mouth wrapping around it with such lovingness that something shifted inside me. I sighed and threw my head back, ready to enjoy this.

He had started to suck me now. As much as he was giving me pleasure, he was also doing something that was annoying to me. Apparently, this dude who had the gift of gab didn’t know when to not talk. He kept stopping from time to time to look up at me and say something. “Papi, how you like my mouth on your dick… Do you like when I do that to you… Oh, babe, I love your dick…”

In my mind, I was like: Just shut up and suck the damn dick!

At some point, I got so annoyed that I took control of the situation. I took his head in my hands and kept it in one place, and proceeded to fuck his mouth shut. This went on for some minutes. After fucking his mouth good (I enjoyed it very much but couldn’t cum), he motioned me to the bed and I laid down while resting on my elbows, my dick up like a NEPA pole. Collins proceeded to rub some transparent lubricant all over my cock, before taking position over me. His back was to me, affording me a good view of his big bum. And then slowly, he lowered himself until he was sitting on my dick.

As some of you may already know here, anal sex, I found out, is completely different from vaginal fucking. There was a sensation of warmth that blew my mind sky high as Collins took possession of my dick. I was enraptured by the way his ass wobbled recklessly as he rode my dick like a pro. After a while, I thought it was time to take back control from him. Still buried in his ass, I led him to stand and touch his toes. And then, I began to drill him like the champ I am. He began panting and begging me to slow down but I didn’t care. The more he groaned and moaned, the harder I got. I noticed that his ass hole had begun to get very creamy after a while and it felt so wonderful on my dick. My god, this ass was good!

After several minutes of ferocious pounding, my climax rushed over me like a tidal wave. I came like I had never cum before. I felt my entire muscles contract as I grunted harshly, shivering behind me with the force of my orgasm. Then my body relaxed after the storm, giving me a floating sensation.

And predictably, I began to feel guilty now that my konji was spent. I observed Collins clean cum from the floor. It was evidently his as I had ejected my jizz inside him. And even though I was surprised that he could cum just from getting fucked in the ass, I didn’t ask him any questions for clarification. I just really wanted to get out of here immediately. As though he could read my mind, he went out and got my laundered clothes, which were now dry.

And even though it was still raining, I left the house right back into the downpour.

As soon as I got home, I got on my knees with the intention of asking God for forgiveness. But before I even opened my mouth, I knew I was just being a hypocrite.

Have you ever kneeled to pray for forgiveness every time you fucked a girl? my mind said accusingly to me.

I was just so confused.

For about two weeks, I avoided Collins and stayed away from Jerry’s house. But what I couldn’t avoid was the persistent thoughts of how sweet, soft and bouncy his ass was. Thoughts that turned me on every time I dwelled on them.

I have now come to a decision. My parents have traveled out of Nigeria for three weeks, and I have texted Collins to come over. I don’t know what all this means, but I will be rocking Collins’ ass while I’m figuring it out.

Written by Kvng

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28 Comments

  1. Net
    November 20, 06:28 Reply

    I think you are one selfish ass**** with no regards for what Collins likes or doesn’t like during sex.

    • Mandy
      November 20, 06:46 Reply

      How do you figure, Net? First of all, if it’s the blowjob… Well, nobody, not even unselfish people, likes having anyone sucking him do anything else but suck the dick. As for the sex, where he was fucking and disregarding Collins’ pleas for him to take it easy, that is not selfishness. He wasn’t disregarding Collins’ likes during sex. And his concentration on his pleasure can be excused as the exuberance of someone who was having anal sex for the first time. I don’t think it is fair to judge him so harshly based on his very first gay sexual encounter. You’d be hardpressed to find a straight man who’s having gay sex for the first time getting it right.

      • Net
        November 20, 06:55 Reply

        Whether it was his first gay sex or heterosexual sex that’s the same comment I would have made, because it’s his first sex doesn’t mean he should disregard the other person or remove empathy, “he began panting and begging me to slow down, I didnt care, the more he moaned and groaned the harder I got” I have read alot of stories here to know that anal sex is painful, who knew if Collins was groaning because of the pain but who cares because Kvng wants to cum, that alone is selfishness at its peak

        • Mandy
          November 20, 06:58 Reply

          You’re right. Hopefully, he has had enough gay sex to know better and finesse his skill as a lover of boy pussy.

  2. Higwe
    November 20, 06:49 Reply

    😁😁😁

    Wawu !!!

    *I don’t know what all this means, but I will be rocking Collins’ ass while I’m figuring it out * 😂😂😂

    Great story .

  3. Mandy
    November 20, 06:51 Reply

    I read the first line “I wasn’t being lucky with girls”, and I thought to myself: Oh shit, did Pinky just publish a straight man’s story for us to read?

    Kvng, do yourself a favour and stop torturing yourself. You at least have a certain self awareness that makes room for understanding the hypocrisy in your self denial. That is good. It will make your journey to self discovery less stressful for you and those around like you like Collins. Not all homosexuals knew they liked boys at age 7 or as teenagers. There are some people who are latent homosexuals. And there’s such a thing as bisexuality; maybe that;s what you are.

    Stop denying the gay in you. Embrace it…along with Collins’ ass. Because clearly you can see that being gay comes with a lot of perks (lol) such as unstressful and great sex.

  4. Olutayo
    November 20, 06:53 Reply

    This story is just funny af. Once you go fuck the bussy, you can never go back. Kvng has testified to this fact, people.

  5. Buddha
    November 20, 06:58 Reply

    Have you ever kneeled to pray for forgiveness every time you fucked a girl?

  6. Sim
    November 20, 07:05 Reply

    Pls don’t be an ass to Collin, he may the one for u and even if he is not —treat him right we all human.
    Great u were not groused or revulsed after the sex, that shows ur mental maturity.

  7. Duc
    November 20, 07:15 Reply

    Lol..this story finally made it here. It’s and old one from a gay erotic blog. Some of the stories there are truly epic. Some story titles; My love affair with a Prophet, Papa Jumoke, Julius Begger and The Stranger at Jam Megafest. People be wilding!

    • trystham
      November 20, 10:53 Reply

      Yeah. Teebeelicious. At least this one is better written. Were it not that the stories are sexually exciting, I always cringe at the terrible writings there

    • Bk
      November 20, 11:06 Reply

      I googled the last post on your comment. Tf. I’m horny as hell now. I need to learn Suleiman’s technique cos the only sex i like is the mental one described in that post. Shit. Fuck. Kaii. I need to go sit in a cold pool

    • Audrey
      November 20, 11:27 Reply

      What’s the name of the blog biko helep a thirsty broza

  8. Audrey
    November 20, 11:28 Reply

    Please Sir can I replace Collins for a week?

      • Audrey
        November 20, 22:43 Reply

        Looool…
        You know how thirsty I can be nah.Biko lemme oh cos a nigga hasn’t gotten laid in almost three months.

  9. Tristan
    November 20, 13:34 Reply

    Collins here.

    That day you fucked me, Kvng, I knew it was your first time. I’m glad you finally wrote this story for you, for us. Keep being awesome, love.

    See you in the other room😍

      • Tristan
        November 21, 09:54 Reply

        Yeah Pinky. It’s such a small world.

    • Realme
      November 23, 15:43 Reply

      O it’s you.
      How often u been doing with the guy?

  10. Keeva
    November 20, 23:00 Reply

    Uhhhhm, the almighty Collins dropped a comment?
    Well, this got me so horny.
    Where’s that my ‘transparent lubricant’? Lol.

  11. Rudy
    November 20, 23:36 Reply

    “SHIT”!!! The first thing that came to mind after reading this, so I put it into writing. 😎
    You’ll figure things out man. Quite the story this is.

  12. Realme
    November 23, 15:39 Reply

    First of all, WHAT!!! I wanna like u dude ..but no no no
    That Moment u just got out of the house with little concern or even the slightest of care for Collins ..hon that’s really really unhealthy to u and mostly to Collins. I’ve once been there and gosh it’s pretty!!!

  13. Dayve A.
    November 29, 07:50 Reply

    Why don’t these good experiences ever happen to me? Must I always be hunting? Why can’t I be hunted? lol

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