A few months after my NYSC service year, I got my first job with a multinational company, and soon had to leave mama’s nest. To me, this was an opportunity to see how wild I would or could go, knowing I was now without any monitoring or restrictions, seeing as I was one of these kids who grew up in the care of very strict parents.

Living in a new state however was pretty boring, way more boring than I’d anticipated, but I told myself that I just had to acclimatize to the North and then things would pick up. Twelve months went by in a flash and it basically comprised of me carrying on with the same routine over and over. Wake up, bath, work, home, watch a movie on my laptop if there was any new one to watch, sleep. And the next day, repeat the cycle. I found myself fervently praying for an adventure or even an interesting experience worth relishing.

By the time my leave was due, I was determined to use the opportunity to travel to as many places as time and chance could permit me. I wasn’t about to veg out at home, doing nothing but eat and pile on the weight.

When my leave was finally approved, I started by first travelling to Asaba, for a friend’s birthday. After that, I moved on to the popular city of Lagos. That was fun, with trips to the beach and the malls and the cinemas.

One of the significant moments I had while I was in Lagos was on a Saturday evening, when I went to the mall in Lekki with Eric, the sugar daddy I was staying with in Lagos. As we emerged from his car, I happened upon my ex-boyfriend, Abuchi. The first guy to break my heart. A pain that was so devastating, it had me playing Adele’s Someone Like You on repeat. And here he was, walking with his friends seemingly toward where they parked their car. Our gazes caught and held, and a rush of memories coursed through me.

You see, Abuchi was my first love. He was just starting out in exploring his sexuality when we met, and so, I thought I thought I had found the perfect boyfriend. The one who would stay because of how green he was in the ways of the gay scene. However, I didn’t reckon with the fact that Abuchi wanted to explore. He wanted to know the world of gay men beyond being with me.

And so, one morning, he sent me a text saying: I’m sorry, Nimdee, but this relationship can’t work. Let’s just part ways and be like we never got together.

And just like that, my heart was ripped apart for the first time. That was the last time we communicated. And so, seeing him now for the first time since that breakup had me feeling some type of way. I didn’t know the code of conduct for how to behave when you suddenly run into th ex that broke your heart. I didn’t know if I should smile at him. Would that be a wrong thing to do? Should I wave? What if he doesn’t wave back, wouldn’t that make me look stupid? Besides, wouldn’t that make me have to explain to Eric who he was? I could simply look away and act like I didn’t know him, but then, he might think I was being a bitch simply because I was coming out of a fancy car in the company of a man.

In the end, while I was torn over what to do, I ended up maintaining the stare with Abuchi until Eric and I walked past him and his friends.

My stay in Lagos was really pleasant, but I wasn’t finished traveling. I’d decided to spend the last days of my leave in Abuja. On the day I was to leave for Abuja, I was dropped off at the bus terminal by Eric’s driver. After getting my ticket, I decided to take a walk around the park seeing as the bus was yet to be filled. A few steps away from the ticketing room stood a tall, dark and extremely attractive man. He was so good looking, I found myself just standing there and staring unabashedly at him. And when he moved, he moved with the unselfconsciousness of one who isn’t aware of his sex appeal.

I was instantly drawn to him. For a long time, all I did was find a seat that gave me an unlimited and uninterrupted view of this gorgeous human specimen. My joy heightened when I discovered that he was also traveling to Abuja and that we would be travelling in the same bus. The bummer however came when we both had to sit at extreme ends in the bus; my seat was in front, next to the driver, while he sat somewhere in the back.

As the journey progressed, I sat in my seat sulking and wishing I was back there next to Mr. Sexy Anonymous. I didn’t even know if I would ever get a chance to speak to him. To make his acquaintance.

Fate was on my side though as an opportunity presented itself when the driver made a pitstop for us passengers to ease and refresh ourselves. I was neither hungry nor pressed, so I chose to stretch my legs by idly walking about the bus. When I got to the back of the bus, my heart caught when I saw my Him standing there by his gorgeous lonesome. I stopped a few feet away from him, thinking of a way to initiate a conversation with him. If not for anything, just for the joy that I got to talk to him.

I noticed that in his hands was a Sidney Sheldon novel, If Tomorrow Comes. A book I had read several times.

Now, that’s my opening, I thought.

I moved closer to him and in my best radio personality voice, I said, “Hi, may I see your book?” Acting like I had never even seen the book before.

He handed the book over to me, smiled and said, “This is a very good one, you know? You should read it, if you’re into books.”

I turned to the back of the book and read its blurb as though I was seeing it for the first time. And then, I asked him a few questions about the storyline. From there, a conversation began to flow between us. We talked a bit about work and why we were traveling. Turns out that he was a banker who was also on leave and wanted to go spend some time with his family in Abuja.

We didn’t get the chance to talk as much, before the driver returned and we all had to get back into the bus and resume our journey.


I’d told the driver the name of the bus-stop my friend had asked me to stop at, and when we got there, he pulled up. A few other passengers were dropping as well. In the bustle of people alighting from the bus and claiming their luggage, Mr. Sexy Anonymous (we hadn’t introduced ourselves earlier at the pitstop) also came down – to stretch his legs, I guessed. He saw me picking up my bag and asked if I was dropping here. I told him I was, and as though it was the most natural thing in the world to do, we both handed each other our phones to exchange contacts.

“It was nice meeting you,” he said as he gave me back my phone with his number dialed on it. “I’m Mark.”

“I’m Nimdee,” I said with a smile as I handed him back his phone as well.

We said goodbye to each other and then I proceeded to cross to the other side of the road to meet my friend, who had already come out to pick me to his place, where I would be staying for my visit in Abuja.

“Hmmm, who be that fine bobo wey you give phone to, eh?!” he burst out as we got into his car. “This geh! Biko start spilling!”


When I woke up the next morning, I checked my phone for the time. And just then, a text message beeped in. It was from Mark, and it read: Hi, hope you got home safe. It was nice to meet you.

Feeling a surge of excitement, I typed back: Good morning. Yes, I got home safely. Thanks for checking in. Hope you did not get home too late yourself. It was nice meeting you too.

And then, I hit the send button. I wasn’t expecting a reply; I was simply just satisfied that I’d gotten so acquainted with this gorgeous man, enough for him to even text me.

But then, my phone beeped again, and when I checked to see who the message was from, I almost jumped with glee when I saw it was from Mark.

I was home just in time. 🙂 Hope you’re enjoying your stay in Abuja.

And that was how we kept texting back and forth. Till I requested for his WhatsApp contact, and we moved the conversation there. As the chat kept on going, he mentioned that he was going to go get his brother’s car fixed and I mentioned that if he was chanced, maybe he could stop by where I was staying.

“I’ll only stop if you have something to give me,” he said.

I took this as cue to take things to a different level, as I simply wanted to know there and then if he was into men.

So, I typed back: Very well. I have a box of chocolates and a kiss for you.

As soon as I sent the message, I was flooded with doubt and regret and mortification, a condensation of feelings with heightened when he didn’t text a response back to me.


It was around 4:30 PM that evening when I got a call from Mark. He said that he was already where I had earlier told him I would meet him – well before I shamelessly typed that I had a kiss waiting for him.

I got dressed and set out to meet him. He had parked his car in front of where I had described and was waiting for me. As soon as I spotted him, I walked over to where he was. He motioned for me to get in and he drove off, not saying where it was that he was taking me to. As he pulled into the traffic on the expressway, he suggested us going to a bar to get some drinks and gist a bit. I acquiesced.

I was starting to feel a bit relieved that he wasn’t going to say anything about the kiss, when the Orishas decided to do their thing.

He was navigating his way through a turn when he said, as though he’d suddenly remembered, “Oya na, bros, where’s my chocolate? And about the kiss, you were joking, right?”

My heart jumped as I looked at him. His face was scrubbed clean of any expression.

He appeared to be waiting for my answer, and when I didn’t give any but simply gave a shy chuckle, he said, “You’re not gay, are you?” Without waiting for my response, he went on, “Oh Jeez! Why would you want to kiss a guy? Why would you want to kiss me?”

At this time, he had pulled up somewhere and turned off the ignition. I had no idea if we had gotten to the bar or if he had parked because he was about to throw me out of his car. My heart had started palpitating, and for a few minutes, I thought I had lost my voice. I could not even bring myself to look at his face.

“Erm…well…I, erm…” I stuttered when I finally found my voice. “I don’t know what to say.”

He was watching me closely, an intensity to his stare that was starting to make me feel hot and bothered, and not in a good way. Then he said, “You know this gay thing is very wrong, right? The bible and humanity condemn it. Why do you engage in it?” And just like that, he turned from the sexy stranger I’d imagined kissing to an impromptu man of God preaching about the evils of homosexuality.

For a while, I must have blanked out, because I wasn’t recording what was happening. The unceremonious turn of events caused a scrambling of my mind. However, when I came to, to hear him still going on and on with his sermon, I thought to myself: I haven’t even admitted to him that I am gay and he is already preaching all this.

And then, my flustered feelings were short-circuited to annoyance. Who did this guy think he was anyway, to be lecturing me based on the next to nothing he knew about me?

I cut him short when I started speaking. “I’m sorry, but you have no right to speak to me this way, because you don’t know me?” I snapped, suddenly feeling an evaporation of my attraction for him. “Do you think I grew up wanting to be gay? Do you know how long I’ve had these feelings and how long I’ve had to deal with them and fight them and fight myself? Do you know how long I’ve had to pray, fast and isolate myself because I thought I was abnormal and didn’t deserve to live? Do you know how many times I came close to committing suicide because of how depressed I got at some point in my life? Please, don’t you ever preach to me or judge me like you have any idea what my life is about. Just don’t.”

And because I wasn’t in a situation where I could get the satisfaction of storming off and slamming a door in his face, I looked away from him, a clear indication that I was done with him.

I was also feeling many types of ways. I felt like a light weight had been lifted briefly from my chest and then replaced with a heavier one. I was feeling crushed by my crush. I wished I had never mentioned anything about a kiss at all. I was this close to wishing I had never even met him.

There’s just not going to be any chance of a friendship between me and this guy now, I kept thinking as I stared resolutely out the window, not even aware that the silence was stretching between us.

Finally, he broke the silence.

“Was there anyway I led you into thinking I was gay or into this kinda of stuff?” he asked, cutting into my thoughts.

“Oh, yes you did,” I said, nodding.

“How?” he asked with a raised brow.

“You know, with the endless chatting and text messages. I mean, what straight guy has that time to be doing long texts with someone who’s basically his travel acquaintance?” I asked and waited for his reply.

He sat there, saying nothing. He seemed to be replaying the whole thing in his head, about how we chatted on nonstop from morning till 1 pm, chatting about nothing and everything.

Finally, he said, “So, a guy can’t be nice to another guy without being seen as gay?”

At this, I’d had enough. “Look, Mark, let’s not make this anymore awkward than it already is. I’m really sorry for hitting on you the way I did. We don’t have to go have any drinks. Please just drop me at home and let’s forget this episode ever happened.”

And I waited for him to start the car and start driving.

When he didn’t do that, I opened the door, stepped out of the car, turned and said goodbye to him. I would have to find my way home.

I was walking down the street where he’d parked toward the main road, a street which I noticed was really quite deserted, when his car drew up beside me.

“Get in, Nimdee. I will drop you at home.” As he said this, he was smiling at me from inside the car.

“No thanks, I’ll be fine.”

“Come on. Na me bring you come this side na. At least, let me take you back.”

I stopped walking and pondered a bit. Then I sighed and got back into the car, with a promise to myself not to say anything to him till I get down from his car. When I shut the door and had buckled the seat belt, I kept my gaze on the window and waited to hear the sound of the car engine fire on.

It didn’t.

Instead, what I heard was Mark’s voice.

“Oya, you wanted to give me a kiss, right? You can give it now.”

To say I was shocked by that would be an understatement. I was reeling as I turned to him, stupefaction stamped on my face. I quickly squashed the feeling of elation that jumped into my heart, that feeling that suddenly began noticing how kissable his lips were. The same lips that had been mouthing off the antigay sermon minutes ago.

“Have you done this before?” I blurted out. “Because if you haven’t, then don’t even try this thing you’re doing.”

“Hey, just do it, okay?” he said, getting this puppy-eyed look on his face that was heart melting.

And my initial annoyance, my resentment of him, everything that had just happened in the past few minutes were discarded from my mind as, with my heart beating, I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. It was more of a peck really, partly because I was acutely aware of how outside we were. And partly because I wasn’t sure what this guy’s deal was.

And he was like, “Is that the best you can do?”

And so, I kissed him again. This time, it was a deep kiss. I really sank into it, with the meshing of our lips and tongues. When I pulled back a minute later, he was smiling.

Without a word, he turned the ignition and began driving. All through the ride home, he didn’t say anything to me. neither I to him. We just sat in this comfortable silence of possibilities.

And when I slept that night, I dreamed of kissing Mark over and over again.


Written by Nimdee

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  1. Archer
    June 12, 06:59 Reply

    More! More!!
    I want more!!! …
    Like right now ? ?

    • Nimdee
      June 12, 08:55 Reply

      Lol….. You’d definitely see more
      It may or just might not be the turn out anybody would expect

  2. Bhaws
    June 12, 07:19 Reply

    Lol, the guys confused. Probably thought will start begging him or something.

    • Nimdee
      June 12, 09:02 Reply

      Hmmmmmmmmm I was even confuser self but I didn’t think he wanted me to beg though…. Well we can’t know what he was thinking can we???

  3. Carlos
    June 12, 07:51 Reply

    Hey gawd???
    We have suffered in this part of the world. Like who does that??
    Kiss kee you there.
    I wee slap reason into your IH brain.
    I had rather wank in peace. Such a hypocrite

  4. Rehoboth
    June 12, 07:55 Reply

    Someone gave you all that sermon and you kissed him minutes later? ????

    • Nimdee
      June 12, 09:22 Reply

      I was crushing remember???
      Had a crush on someone before and got the chance to do stuff just once? You would not take it???

      • Rehoboth
        June 12, 11:49 Reply

        No, I won’t. My crushing will end with those homophobic sermon.

  5. Tristan
    June 12, 07:59 Reply

    Making you go through all that before you kissed him was harrowing. Maybe he was curious. Perhaps, yet to discover himself. It’d be more dangerous if he had something up his sleeves.

    Marks seems to me a good guy and I hope this story doesn’t end up sad.

    • Delle
      June 12, 08:30 Reply

      Seems to be a good guy? A good guy will not play out that card of dumbness he played.

      ‘Do you know homosexuality is wrong? Why do you do it?’

      That’s a good guy!? Good guy my left pert bum!

      • Malik
        June 12, 17:17 Reply

        Thank you oh. He’s definitely not a good guy but a sneaky queer man in denial and with strong IH. I knew he wanted you to kiss him from the moment he came to pick you up – you already said you had a kiss for him and he showed up to collect it. All the chocolate talk and the preaching were stuff he had rehearsed so he could tell himself and his twisted conscience that he put up a fight before succumbing to a sinful kiss from an attractive gentleman.

        We know their type.

        Next time let him beg and admit his true sexuality before giving him kiss. And get some control back. Never let it be like he’s doing you a favor. You both want(ed) it. Tainks.

    • Nimdee
      June 12, 09:25 Reply

      Curious maybe✔
      Confused maybe ✔

  6. Net
    June 12, 08:04 Reply

    Oh wow what an unexpected turn of events lol that went from a 100 to 0 real quick, I’m really curious as to how everything turned out

  7. Mandy
    June 12, 08:24 Reply

    This is such fucked up nonsense. Even if Mark wanted to be sure you weren’t using the kiss as a ploy to set him up and was just testing you, going to the extent of antigay preaching is bullshit. Had it been me, I mean, I’d eventually kiss him o, but it certainly won’t be that day. Kissing him minutes after he made you feel shitty about yourself is like rewarding him for bad behavior.

  8. Delle
    June 12, 08:27 Reply

    You kissed him!? You still kissed him!??

    I was a bit irritated at the fact that you let your guard down in the text flirtation, offering a kiss because your belly was producing lust fluid. But I guess a lot of us make that mistake, so it’s just as well.

    However, after he preached, or felt the need to (from the look of things he is either a con artist, a douchebag or a combination of both), every single ounce of attraction you were feeling should have vaporised to be replaced with a healthy slab of vexation! Or at least, for that period, pretend to be disgusted! Feign anger! Act out nonchalance, anything but oblige him with that kiss that had him turn Father Mbaka even if it was for three minutes. How dare he seek to make you feel stupid meanwhile he is curious! Ugh!

    What the fuck!

    You kissed him. I’m really angry abeg ???

    • Nimdee
      June 12, 09:30 Reply

      We learn from these experiences Delle

  9. Scarlet_witch
    June 12, 08:54 Reply

    This sounded more like hitting a child and then offering them candy to get them to stop crying.

    I’d say you shouldn’t have given him the satisfaction of kissing him.
    He made you feel really bad and at the same time thought that you wanted him so much to forgive everything if given the RARE(my arse) opportunity to kiss his billion dollar lips. Talk bout throwing a bone out to the dog.

    If not for the sake of reason, I’d say you shouldn’t have gotten into the car a second time and found your way home. You can’t bruise my ego and still get the chance to do it again.

    Well, I feel sorry you had to go through such. It’s really bad and I’m really pissed.

    • Nimdee
      June 12, 09:32 Reply

      🙂 ….. The story still comtinues

    • Nimdee
      June 12, 09:33 Reply

      🙂 ….. The story still continues

  10. Beau
    June 12, 09:00 Reply

    Mayb the guy is in self denial. Cos from the way i see it, a straight guy won’t wanna please u and ask u to kiss him bcos u want to. The guy might be one of those pple who live under the religious umbrella and criticize others for not doing the same.
    As for me i don’t waste time on pple like this, admire what i want to admire and waka pass, i go still see fine boys wey plenty and some who re into boys as i am, i can neva run out of them. Plus its a waste of time and energy to fantasize about someone u don’t know his sexuality, wasting time to figure out the “what if”, and u re not even sure if this guy will eventually be urs. Dnt put urself in a situation where this guy will start blaming u for his own mistake, let him fig out what he wants by himself.

  11. Black Dynasty
    June 12, 09:41 Reply

    Hmmm big red flag, huge red flag!!

    Don’t ignore a red flag! Maybe he is curious or just wanted his ego massaged but do not let your guard down with men like this

    I personally wouldn’t have gotten back into his car, mostly because I couldn’t tell what his intention was after the anti-gay sermon. This really could have taken a turn for the worst, but thank goodness it didn’t…..for now.

    Hmm you actually kissed him sha, well I look forward to a second part ?

  12. Keeva
    June 12, 10:11 Reply

    Well,this is all a little off.
    You can’t undo the kiss or the fact that you got back into his car.
    I think for now,you should allow him make the next move on you which must be express & clear,but whatever it is,you should pick the place for the meet etc.because I smell a rat & there’s no such thing as being too cautious.

  13. Higwe
    June 12, 10:39 Reply

    Mark really sounds like a good man .
    People in this side of the world have been conditioned since birth to see being gay as something malignant and deliterious …a sort of depravity .
    Even for many of us homosexuals ..it took a lot of learning and unlearning for us to expirdate that mindset .
    I wouldn’t judge him too harshly for those utterances.

    You did nothing wrong by getting back into the car (especially since he showed remorse ) and you absolutely did nothing wrong by kissing him (I would too if I had a crush that gigantic ) …

    Now here is where everything starts going wrong …
    You’ve kind of been in this situation before (with the first ex) and you haven’t really shown much legerity since then ….

    So here’s an advice ….court the friendship for a while , but do not rush into anything intimate.
    He could be curious..
    Confused …
    In denial ….
    Or simply STRAIGHT !

    Any one of them foreshadows the same end – Doom ?
    So take all the time you need to completely be sure that your desires are in sync .
    Maybe there is something there ; maybe there isn’t .. either way , you’d be wise to guard your heart .

    *The jump from condemning you one minute to kissing you the next (while all sorts of sexy and salacious) denotes some kind of emotional instability *
    I would absolutely take the kiss but I would proceed with caution there afterwards.?

  14. Zoar
    June 12, 10:51 Reply

    This story and every other interesting stories in this blog is what gives me relief and relaxation after a days activities, I just come on here to read stories that brings the community together and gives us a sense of belonging.

    Nimdee this story is really great. Expecting the continuation in no time.

    Thanks everyone for always having and sharing your life experiences here for all and sundry to read, learn and be motivated.

    You’ll never know the extent your messages and posts go to we the readers.

    I don’t comment much but a day doesn’t pass that I don’t read a thing or two in this blog.

    God bless all of us.

  15. Higwe
    June 12, 11:07 Reply

    I absolutely love Sidney Sheldon … he’s one of my favorite writers .

    You really need to check out these novels :
    Nothing lasts forever … absolutely mind-blowing .
    Morning , noon and night … suspenseful – a new twist unravels with every turn …the end will leave you asphyxiated .

    And there is Jackie Collins …she and Sidney had the same writing style only hers were much much sexual .
    Try reading her lucky and Gino series and you’ll be back to thank me later ?

    Assuming you haven’t read it already though .

    If you’re a lover of classics , you should absolutely read ” Rebecca ”

    One of the best written fictions ever !

    Funnily enough I got the recommendation from a Sidney Sheldon’s reference.

    And then the all time classic “And then there were none ” one of the best books ever written by a human .

    The internet has certainly ruined the world .
    These days I spend more time scrolling through Instablog than reading anything substantial ??‍♂️??‍♂️.

    Now you’ve brought it up , I might just start reading again .?

  16. Nimdee
    June 12, 12:02 Reply

    No way!!!
    Read those
    ‘nothing. Lasts forever’ ✅✅ double check
    Morning .. noon… Night ☑☑☑?? I loved every single page

    I’d definitely try the Jackie Collins
    The Rebecca is it a book? And who’s the author???

    • Higwe
      June 12, 14:28 Reply

      Yes Rebecca is a book .
      A classic, written by Daphne Du Maurier .
      You’re going to love it .

      And then there were none is a novel by Agatha Christie … she’s the best selling novelist of all time .

      Her books are only behind Shakespeare and the Bible in terms of publication.

      In Rebecca a man marries a second wife after the tragic death of his near “perfect” first wife.
      The narration was done through the eyes of the young , naive and clueless second wife who grows tremendously as the plot unfolds.

      And then there were none …is about mystery and murder .
      An anonymous house owner gathers a group of offenders who were acquitted by the law and starts murdering them one at a time .
      The plot twist is that the house owner is not actually an anonymous but one of the guests.
      If you like cracking your brain ,this is certainly for you .

      If you’re into horror …I’ll recommend IT by Stephen King.
      It’s nearly the size of a good news Bible but I read it under three days .
      That’s how interesting it is.
      It’s very scary but thankfully I sleep with my boyfriend ???
      Just be careful you don’t read it if you sleep alone.

      It’s almost like Stranger Things but waaaaay better .

      • Nimdee
        June 12, 15:14 Reply

        Don’t get me running to the book shop already.
        I love love Stephen king

  17. mike
    June 12, 14:11 Reply

    Wait, this one everybody is falling under that mystery romance gonorrhoea.

    You got into a car, with a total stranger with no clear indication on whether or not he was gay. That or I read all this backwards.
    Biah, are you related to bob-risky or he is your alter ego. I refuse to use the word she, sue me.

    He gave you, a sermon and you were foaming up, maka why ?. What the fuck were you expecting a kiss ?. Or that he’d just pull you into his arms under the guse of darkness and make you his own. Aunty wake up.

    That move you pulled was very bad for someone your age, don’t do that again.
    If this were a game of chess, you were exposed on so many levels, lemme start by asking you, who tutored you gay ?. Yea, not a real thing, but I need to ask.

    For one the sermon was your cue to get out. Two, you know this thing with him, will never play well, right. Even after una fuck finish, he would end up been exactly like you ex on rewind.

    If this romance adventure had gone side ways now, we no go hear word for kitodiaries.
    I think straight men should have a blog where they out gay men, that would really balance the scale, and coup people like you from doing dumb shit like this.

    If he had kitoed you, not like you weren’t itching for one, you would have brought his picture here, so I think it’s only fair.

    Lemma, get this straight first. You let him control the whole situation from A-B. Where is that koboko.

    • Nimdee
      June 12, 15:21 Reply

      I’m not that old I’m just 16
      But you dey lash ooh
      Anyways This happened a long time ago u was still young and naive. .. this was arond 2013….. I didn’t just agree to go into the car or go anywhere with him. Without taking necessary precautions then…. I had told my friends I went to visit and they were on the look out. Besides that . Mark and I had spoken a lot about alot he gave more genuine information than I even did. To an extent we had gotten comfortable. I didn’t include the contents of our chat for summary sake

      • mike
        June 12, 16:53 Reply

        In that case, lemme start toasting you now, before prodigal mark comes back.
        Considering my name is mike, you can feel the connection. Where do I sign my name ?, heart or bum bum.

  18. mike
    June 12, 14:26 Reply

    I think some of this story should come with a disclaimer, a warning or side note.
    Because, some of this up and coming niggas, by that I mean gay teens or something. Would read articles like this and feel it is okay to jumb into a car with a stranger, or that they could find love at the bus stop.
    I wouldn’t even go for love at the atm, I go to look you nyash and leave.

    Just last week, I went to a party, a sex party to look at the people that like claiming relationship material, I just wanted to know, what’da fuck is happening in my city.

    And the moment I walked into the suit, the place was filled with underaged kids, like teens, good looking but terribly underaged, I later learnt the hotel management was kool with the whole, men only party, but got ruff feathered after those children started to walk into that hotel, in the middle of the night.

    So this una stories / fantasies should be coming with warnings, abeg.

    • Nimdee
      June 12, 15:39 Reply

      I swear I had thought about this same thing
      I was /am going to write about something more educative…. How to guard your heart, keeping safe and healthy, how to get over heart breaks etc … *Grins*

      • Nobility
        June 12, 16:56 Reply

        Can’t wait for that. I will also drop a story here in the next few weeks.

  19. Nobility
    June 12, 16:55 Reply

    There’s a lot of things that happen when we come of age. Relationships are simpler when we are young. But the dynamics are different when you’re 27 years old. I never grew up in Nigeria, but I’ve had an opportunity to meet a strange 27 year old Muslim Nigerian man in Rwanda on holiday. Same situation in a way. But I we were both travelling alone. We got close to quick, we even shared a bed twice on two weeks. Nothing happened. I’m was so confused about the whole thing, ended up having some friction between us. He is not my friend, he is now just a stranger I know.

  20. Rex
    June 12, 17:43 Reply

    I just knew it, I just knew he wasn’t all straight and blessed.
    But darling hold ya heart, this guy’s are ticking time bombs, fogerrit…. If it’s possible chop fuck and pass….

    Dont fall, I repeat don’t fall…..

    • Nimdee
      June 13, 06:58 Reply

      Lol….. The guy is too straight ooh

  21. King Ay
    June 12, 23:22 Reply

    This is so similar to my story. I ended up falling in love with this person and he too although he doesn’t express it in words but actions. Can’t wait to know how this ends. By the way, Nimdee, I love your command over the queen’s language.

    • Nimdee
      June 13, 07:00 Reply

      Thanks Ay…. Your own good ooh! But would you rather he showed you his affections with words but his actions are different?

      • Nimdee
        June 13, 07:00 Reply

        Abeg which one be queens English

  22. J
    June 13, 06:24 Reply

    He is right when he said “so a straight guy can’t be nice to you? ”

    Not everyone that smiles at you likes you or wants to get down with you. So are just nice, some just like money and are looking for support… Others assume since you’re a fine boy, you would have a lot of girls around you – so by being close to you, they could have a chance of meeting fine girls. I’m glad he didn’t turn out a homophobe, it could have been disastrous.

    • Nimdee
      June 13, 07:04 Reply

      Well you are right
      A lot of people try to get close for different reasons… some of which you mentioned. They even do it in a misleading manner, it takes lot of self control and Discipline to over look and wait till the person tires and bluntly reveal his main agenda

  23. Temi
    June 13, 07:32 Reply

    I carry yansh for you o Nimdee with all the sermon you got ?? if it was me all the cosy imagination or feeling go format.
    I’ll jejely keep a straight face that’s even if I end up entering the car again I’m that crazzzzy. ?
    Well we can be different sha , I honestly would love to see where your adventure with your crush stranger ends. ❤

    • Nimdee
      June 13, 07:50 Reply

      What would you have expected from a 23 year old in 2013 who got to get a taste of one of his real time crushes not the ones he sees in movies???
      Social media certainly wasn’t as active then as it is now, it was a period of black berry and 2go and kito had not gotten an upgrade then. I certainly would have done things differently if I knew them what I know now. Knowledge they say is power.
      You’ll see how it ends
      Things got worse and the better *grins*

      • Nimdee
        June 13, 07:51 Reply

        #If I knew then what I know now#

        • Temi
          June 13, 08:38 Reply

          ” Things got worse and the better *grins* ” Wow ?

  24. Astar
    June 14, 03:31 Reply

    I don’t think I would have kissed him after that kind of discussion like you did. People that do the sort of thing he did are mostly up to no good.

    You didn’t care at all that this person might hurt you? Well, we all do stupid things when emotion is involved. No matter how things might turn out, I wouldn’t have risked my life entering that car again.

    Interesting story anyway.

  25. Gbolly
    May 05, 22:44 Reply

    if i was in this kind of situation i would have peed on my body, and i do be dripping with cold sweat, there was one time i was in the bathroom with this senior who said i will massage him and he will give me “Lolly Pop”….
    though he said the lolly pop in a kind of way, i couldn’t just stop imagining if he was saying what i was thinking, like he brought water so we could shower and he was kinda touchy, in a brotherly manner, but in my perspective he was wooing me, i did not want beating, but my imagination grew wild and as i took the bowl to pour water on my body; i discovered i was gnashing my teeth and this water became extremely cold, he noticed me and told me to come close, he just finished from the toilet and i couldn’t hug him the way he wanted, but i liked it, he pressed me against himself so i was on this bushy part below his abdomen, did i tell you that he was a baba nla a big man in the making though he was not erect but his rod felt my heart beat, he felt my heart beat with his ROD!!!
    To cut the long story short, i don’t want to type much i want to read other stories,
    when it was time in the night i could only lick his Enigmatic Lolly Pop and he could not penetrate me, if not i will go home the next day and i will be asked “Who did this to you?”
    till he left he just saw me as a virgin ass, i remembered how i cried on one Friday he made us locked in the hostel and we did not go for food, his cap only entered half way and i was already in tears with some droplet of blood, and he was even still reassuring me that i would enjoy it if i endured the pain ; am happy i did not endure the pain cos the bone (pelvic bone) could have been shifted either i became knocked knee or bow legged or i gap my legs and shoot my back while i walk, but for anything kissing smooching and if he wanted to eat an ass i was always there, he do just sent someone to call me and the best i could do to the Popstar underneath him was to hug it.
    but sha before he finally graduated i heard he had sex with a senior girl.

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