I had been celibate for over five months, a situation that was most certainly not by choice. Hot, macho dudes were simply no longer available in the market.
Then, I got to learn that my cousin's wife and baby were back in the Island from their stay at my mum's place since she had the baby. I love kids, especially when they are cute and cuddly. So I went over to see them. I’d always heard that my cousin shared his three-bedroom apartment with his friend, who occupied a room. I’d never met this friend though, and I’d never cared to.
The weather was hot, and when I got to my cousin’s place, the house was hot too. The baby was wailing for Africa and America combined, and while I sought solace behind a hand-fan, my cousin’s wife (who I’ll call Shantel) remarked that she’d sent Calvin to go get fuel for the generator.
“Who is Calvin?” I asked.
“Oh, that’s Victor’s younger brother.” (Victor, I knew to be their flat-mate who I hadn’t met).
Anyway, I didn’t give Calvin any further thought as my cousin’s baby calmed some and I was able to carry her and occupy her and me with the cooing of baby noises. Occasionally, I traded gossip with Shantel, and we were in the middle of disseminating one particular juicy morsel of gossip when Calvin walked in. He greeted me and I greeted him back, making a mental note of how great his body was and how I’d love to get to that in due time.
I didn’t dwell on him the moment the generator was turned on and electricity – and all the goodness it brings with it – came alive in the house. The television came on, the fan brought life, the baby was very happy, and all was right with the world.
Later, in the evening, I got hungry and went into the kitchen to make something to eat. Calvin walked in as well, clad in just boxer shorts.
And right there and then, he commanded my attention in a way he hadn’t earlier on when he’d been fully clothed.
What kind of temptation is this? I screamed in my head as I watched the sinewy body move toward the fruit bowl. He picked up an apple and leaned his derriere against a cabinet, clearly intent on staying on in the kitchen. As he munched his apple, he made small talk with me. How I managed to respond civilly to him without pouncing on him and the chocolate goodness my X-ray vision could make out through his boxers was beyond me.
As we conversed, I began to feel a familiar electric buzz go through me, that feeling I get when the hoe in me is rising to say Hallelujah. The spirit was willing to stay righteous, but the flesh was weak. And so, I dropped my innocuous responses and got flirty with him.
He stayed in the kitchen until I was done making my ‘yamarita’ – the fancy name I have for yam with fried egg sauce. I’d made enough for more than just me. Calvin helped himself to a plate of yamarita, and suggested we eat together…
In his brother’s room!
All by ourselves!
And just as I was willing my spirit to intervene and say no to this temptation, Calvin added that he had new episodes of Game of Thrones, and we could watch together while we ate.
Cersei Lannister, is your hand in this impending downfall of mine?!
Anyway, to his brother’s room we went.
It was just one episode, and soon, we’d finished it and moved on to a horror movie. This was the genesis of it all, as I kept shrinking into his body every time something scary popped up on the screen. During these unconscious body contacts, my hand brushed against his crotch and I was startled by how thick his dick felt for a flaccid penis of a twenty-two-year-old boy. My interest was spiked upon this contact, and my determination to get into those boxer shorts was firmed.
As luck would have it, Victor, his brother called him to inform him he wouldn’t be coming home that night. The plan wasn’t for me to sleep over during this visit, but with this golden opportunity that had been presented to me, it was only natural I insinuate an invitation out of Calvin to not only stay the night but to spend it in the room with him.
Eventually, the night settled and everyone within and without went to sleep. When our good nights were said to my cousin and his wife, and we retired to the room, Calvin very quickly slept off. And then, I got to work.
I went to my bag and got my emergency fuck tool kit, and returned to the bed, to my position beside Calvin. With my heart beating wildly, I laid a hand on his well-defined abs. He didn’t move, kept sleeping on. I moved my hand lower to the waistline of his boxers and let it rest there. There was still no reaction from him. After some seconds that felt like an eternity, I burrowed my hand into his boxers to meet the flaccid, well nourished dick.
Oh Good Lord!
I was panting slightly as I bent low and pulled out the dick. Then I went to work on it with some lollipop action. It wasn’t long before the dick began to come to live. I sucked away at it with all the dedication of a heart surgeon attending to a complicated surgery. The dick quickly turned rock-hard, and I was now deep-throating him.
It was at this time that his body gave a jerk that told me he must have woken up. I didn’t look at his face to confirm. I was too busy with his shaft. Then he was still, and I guessed this was because his brain was probably trying to process what he’d just awakened to, what was happening. But if you have ever received a blowjob from me, you'll know that thinking is something that'll be impossible when I’m doing my work on your dick.
And then, Bam! His hands were on my head and he was thrusting his hips upward and into my mouth. I opened my mouth wider to accommodate his thrusts, and we were at this for nearly thirty minutes. He just kept banging away at my mouth. And then, with a harsh groan, he pulled his erection from my mouth and turned to ejaculate on the bed.
A few moments passed while I sat and waited. He stopped jerking, a signal that he had spent his ejaculation. Then he slowly turned to me, clearly back in his heterosexual senses, and said in a low voice, “What did you make me do?"
What did I make you do? Oh hell no, mister! Irritation sparked to life inside me, not necessarily because of his question, but because I’d just realized that if I had a naira for every time someone asked me that question, I’d be counting some good cash now. How dare he try to make me the entire culprit of what happened when he could have stopped any time he wanted in the thirty minutes he spent fucking my mouth?
“Better save it,” I snapped at him, “because I just can’t give you head and you will try to play the victim card as a way of ending what we’ve just started. So, first we finish and then you can have the rest of the night to vent.”
Haba! I cannot come and suck you and you’ll come and vex before my bugaina is satisfied! No nau!
Evidently, Calvin wasn’t having any that. He lost his temper and began raving, as much as he could in a low voice that wouldn’t wake the house, about how he would break my head and how dare I touch him, and all that jazz.
And all through his diatribe, I kept up a small smile, silently telling myself with quiet confidence: Philip, just chill. He’ll get a boner soon enough.
And in a mellow voice, I told him that I was sorry I’d touched him and that it wouldn’t happen again. But that since we’d already started, we should just finish it. He didn’t exactly expect the pleasure to be one-sided, did he?
As I talked, he kept on acting pissed. But I’d had enough of his attitude. I simply went straight for his crotch, and to my utmost surprise, the little man was awake, waiting for some more action. I turned a smirk to Calvin, who’d been lying there, unresisting.
And he said the words that almost made me laugh, “Do you really want this? Do you think you can handle it?”
“Try me,” I said.
And after that, there was no need for any more words.
Written by Philip