HOW I LOST MY VIRGINITY
FOREWORD: The following is a narration of an actual occurrence, and because of its reality, the writer stuck to the truth, the entire beauty of it. This however in no way diminishes the message of Kito Diaries, the message of safe and protected sex at all times.
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My name is Nuel, and this is the story about my first real sex. Now just to clear the air, I’ve always known I am gay; never had any life-altering or traumatic experience with an uncle, neighbour or anyone for that matter. I always liked guys and that’s it, yeah I said it. I’m an original, not a tired underlying made by thirsty niggas from the ‘conversionist’ ministries.
I’m also an introvert of some sort, thanks to my parents, who brought me up as the “get inside and read your book” kind of kid. Growing up that way soon got boring and when I became an adolescent, I had little friends to talk to and yearned to have a good time with somebody who wasn’t from my gene pool or lived right down the street or shared the same academic curriculum with me. I longed for a friend who felt the same way I felt, someone I could be free with without having to hoist high the flag of pretence a predominantly heterosexual society had forced on me. I wasn’t even sure there existed any other guys who were different like me.
And so, you can imagine my delight when I found out I was to attend an all-boys secondary school. My adolescent curiosity led me to believe that in such an environment, I might actually find another kid who felt the things I felt, and the former thoughts I had of being a lone weirdo turned to an anxious feeling of what this kid – whom I hadn’t met – would look like, if he would walk up to me or I to him, or if there would be some invisible sign that my ‘gay jedi’ senses would pick up. And so, with these riotous feelings raging inside me, I looked forward to being in that school.
Things didn’t really go as fast as I expected they’d go. Just like one watching a boring Telenovella with a paper bag full of salted popcorn, three years passed and I didn’t find this mystery guy. Returning for my SS1 first term after the long holiday plus extra (since JSS3 students usually had no third term cause of JSSCE), all students newly elevated to the status of wearing trousers as opposed to shorts were assembled in the school hall, waiting to be sorted into classes based on our performances and career choices, as discussed with our guidance counselor. There was the exception of those who did really well in their exams who had the option of rejecting the placements. It seemed to be just a normal day and time seemed to fly by in the hall that day; everyone was chatting away about how their holidays went, and I was alone as usual, observing.
Then I saw him. He was wrestling someone else for a chair (which I thought was pointless, because there was a bountiful supply of chairs in the hall; he could have just picked another). At once, my gaydar instantly kicked into action. At the mere sight of him, my pulse quickened and my throat went dry as sweat formed on my palms. I sat there transfixed like a deer in headlights. I don’t know how long I stared, but stare I did.
The counselor came in just in time before the fight escalated. After a brief speech, those of us who had the option of choosing what class we wanted picked from the three classes offered by the school sciences, commercial or arts, and the rest of us shared accordingly.
After that day, I had little or no opportunity to see or talk to this boy. This was not to remain so for long. There soon came the afternoon, during sports in the hostel, I was fake-reading a book while watching my dorm-mates play. I was doing well, playing spy kid, when I saw him again. Like most of the others playing, he was shirtless. My heartbeat became faster as I observed his strong physique and lithe body covered in sweat like a stallion untamed in the wild. Abandoning the book I was supposed to be reading, I studied every inch of him, from the thickness of his black hair to those big brown eyes, from his white teeth which flashed when he grinned at his playmates, to those ruby lips that looked so soft and full of skin that I longed to taste them, from his strong chest which held too much skin for me to properly note the partition nested on the center, to the supple nipples jutting from either side of the partitioned chest.
As I observed every part of his body with careful abandon, I wished I could touch him. My palms longed to travel through his hair down to his chest, feeling every length of his skin. I craved to know the taste of his nipples and the feel of his body’s heat next to mine.
And then, I realized with some startle that he was walking –
TOWARD ME!
Oh my God! Had my staring become obvious to him? Was he coming to tell me off right here, in the middle of the entire hostel? I began to freak out, and with a heart pounding fast, I turned to my book and summoned all my will to pull off the pretence of focusing on it.
He approached me. I was further startled by what he did next. He slapped the book I was reading out of my hand and said, “Shey na you serious pass, abi?” And he flashed those white teeth beneath his soft succulent lips. I knew then that he meant no harm. Without my prompting, he sat down beside me, and we started talking. A second of introductions later, I found out his name is David.
It wasn’t long before we became close. David was very different from me in character, confident and owning the attention he commanded whenever he was around company. I on the other hand was the delicate seductress people read about in romantic novels, drinking in his presence and biding my time. Soon, he figured out my true intentions, and luckily for me, he felt the same way too. With that understanding, we started being intimate. He would yank me into dark spots and we’d make out; that was all we could do then because we didn’t have as much privacy as we would have wanted to explore each other. We almost got caught a couple of times, which made it all the more fun for me. I was living the dream, I was young, in love and was loved right back. Nothing could go wrong. Or so I thought.
Time, that bitch that’s nobody’s friend, flew by so speedily, that graduation was upon us before I was ready for it. What seemed like it would never end suddenly did, and I lost touch with almost all my school mates including David when I gained admission into the university. With the new environment came a reversion back to the old me, the gay introvert in search of another of his kind in a pool of young adults who seemed all too normal to feel the same way I did.
This went on for me until the second semester of my second year. I had just returned from class and was going into my hall, when I heard a voice I somehow hadn’t forgotten scream out my name: “Nuel!”
I turned, and there he was – my David! I suddenly felt like exploding with happiness. We had a really long chat that day, during which he told me he transferred from another school to mine. After catching up on a lot of things we both missed, we ran out of topics. And then, he popped the question, “Do you still feel the same way you did in secondary school?”
See question o! Me wey konji don hook die!
I answered yes. Then he extended an invitation to his room, which I readily accepted.
When we got to his room, I expected to be pulled roughly to him and to have my lips devoured in the manner I was familiar with. Instead, he was gentle. He pulled me close ever-so-slowly and said to me, “I love you and I’ll make you mine.” Then he placed his lips on mine, and with a careful want, he parted my lips and hungrily kissed me, tasting me with his tongue, feeding me with his sweet male nectar. Then his mouth left mine and worked its way to my neck. I moaned, wanting him more. I melted like molten lava into his arms, as his tongue continued its exploration of my body, from my neck to my ears, flicking inside and nibbling my earlobes.
And then, he pulled off my shirt. He took one look at my bare torso, and sighed, “You haven’t changed at all.” The response I was going to make quickly choked off into a gasp of pleasure when he leaned forward and took my nipple in his mouth. He sucked on one and then the other, biting lovingly at them, until they were hard stubs and I was shuddering with pleasure. Standing there against him, I feared I would fall because I couldn’t feel my legs. He must have read my mind because he started kissing me as he guided me to his bed. I began frantically unbuttoning his shirt, to reveal new heights of pleasure as his teenage athleticism had honed his body to near-perfection. His chest felt good to the touch and his chiseled abs gave me goose pimples as I stared hungrily at them.
He dropped me on the bed, and proceeded to get rid of my trousers and boxers, trailing kisses down my body as he did. I closed my eyes, lost in ecstasy, as it felt like I was going to explode with passion. And just when I couldn’t take his exploration anymore, a new wave of pleasure slammed into me when I felt the warm wetness of his mouth slide down over my cock. A judder went through my body as I gasped in acceptance, my hip bucking forward to encourage him. I was soon rocking my hips with each movement of his mouth up and down my cock, while he alternated between caressing my nipples with his fingers and playing with my balls. He fellated me so thoroughly, driving me to different heights of ecstasy that threatened me with a wave of explosion into his mouth.
And then, he was flipping me over. I could hear him undoing his trousers moments before he kissed my ass cheeks, and subsequently made his way to my ass crack, sliding his tongue into my glory hole. As a jolt of pleasure shot up my spine, I remember wondering how this guy knew so much about pleasuring me so. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body, and I wanted more. He kept at his consumption of my ass for several moments, and I was moaning so loud, with reckless abandon, not caring who heard. I was without reason. I only knew desire.
And then, he stopped. Instinctively, I knew what was coming next, especially, when I felt the hard knob of his dick stabbing at my ass. Suddenly feeling a strange mix of fright and intrigue, I turned to face him.
“Be gentle please…” I said.
He nodded and proceeded to apply a generous amount of lubrication on his cock. He turned me onto my back, applied a bit of the cream on his finger and gently inserted it into my ass. One finger first, then two, and once again, I was moaning in acceptance of the invasion. After working me for a bit, he proceeded to insert his erection inside me. He wrapped my legs around his waist to grant him easy access, and upon penetration, I felt a sting. I tensed, and he stopped, pausing to let me adjust to his size. A few seconds later, he continued sliding in and then out, in and out, in and out, while kissing me intermittently. Soon, I began to moan as pleasure superseded pain. He began groaning and increasing the tempo of his movement as he fucked and took control of my ass. The louder I moaned, the faster he thrusted. Soon, we were letting out muted screams of ecstasy as we raced for the end. It came soon enough, with him stiffening and then spasming as he climaxed inside me.
After a few more thrusts, he pulled out of me, kissing me a couple more times before paying attention to my still hard cock, since I hadn’t arrived yet. He applied some cream on his hands and began stroking my cock, at first slowly, up and down, and then increasing the tempo at intervals as he played with my balls, until he reached max speed and I was shooting cum like fireworks from my dick, letting go of all that pent-up pleasure. He returned to kissing me, and then, we laid there for while, listening to nothing but each other’s heartbeat and heavy breathing.
And I knew and welcomed the idea that this was going to be the first of many moments like this.
Written by Nuel
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36 Comments
Keredim
September 19, 07:31???? SSP ??????
Mandy
September 19, 07:59LOL. Safe Sex Police, you’re not gonna read Nuel his rights?
drizzle
September 19, 07:47I read this in church, after vigil… I love the feeling around my zip area…
Pink Panther
September 19, 07:49Beht you know God is watching you, eh drizzle?
drizzle
September 19, 22:15*now praying* father forgive me for I know not what I does*
Andrevn
September 19, 07:48Luckily its’ weekend and I didn’t go to work. Tell me how I would have dealt with the bulge tenting my short so.
“I on the other hand was the delicate seductress people read about in romantic novels” this line was so me. The beautiful Art of seduction. I like to think I bagged a PhD in that one.
Nice story. Hopefully you played safe hereafter
Mandy
September 19, 07:58This reads sorta like my own first time. Except it wasn’t an old classmate. This was a tad older dude. The similarity is the tenderness of the sex and how the pain of the breaking of the ‘hymen’ was very diminished. The dude enters you and the little pain you feel makes it feel like he was just the one destined you take away your virginity.
Great piece.
This David sef…how e take sabi all these skills finish? Bad shaild.
Chizzie
September 19, 08:11I’m puzzled as to why this was written in the first place because I don’t see how your experience was unique in any way; There are MANY people who have had far more readable experiences and still haven’t felt the need to have their stories published. Maybe you shouldn’ve just kept this to yourself and not regaled us with something that was hasty and mediocre at best.
Pink Panther
September 19, 08:25By the way, Chizzie, shouldn’t your return from hiatus-ville be followed by a story about anything that’s been ongoing in your fabulous life in the past several months? I mean, NYSC alone has got to yield a treasure trove of experiences worthy of KD’s readership 😀
Chizzie
September 19, 11:06Oh okay.
KryxxX
September 19, 08:13Oh wow!
That was so hot nd hit the right spots hard!
Now I know the reason why God called David in the bible “a man after my heart”!
Nuel, your David is a man after my heart, soul and everything else down below/those giving way to rust(lack of usage)! Dude can werk it! Lucky you shaa…..
In school, I stared nd stared till my eyes nearly fell from my sockets! Nothing happened! And dont get me started on the bathroom scenes every morning, it was sheer punishment!
Colossus
September 19, 08:56Eyaaa, nna ndo.
KryxxX
September 19, 09:29Dont ndo me oh! Na una type naa! Lol!
But even till now, I still stare! Its so bad my dad even noticed it, although am sure our minds were not on same page as per d stare. To d extent I thought I’d never b able to drive due to d Excessive Staring Disorder(ESD). Am just a huge mess…
Francis
September 19, 09:31?? Dem go chook you something for eye one day
KryxxX
September 19, 10:39Lol! Bad belle Fancesca! If na for eyes him wan chook, e go be wrong aim naa nd me shaa like my eyes! Na to direct am go where him suppose chook!
Max
September 19, 10:07My own staring too don increase these days , since I’m not getting any ass or D.
Tiercel de Claron
September 19, 10:20A simple solution to it,gain the attention of a good man and settle.Then you get to have all the A and D you want.
KryxxX
September 19, 10:35Yeah right Mr TDC!
Am very sure you run an agency where good men r breed nd packaged as ready to use goods/services!!
Max
September 19, 10:41Lmao ??. Touché @Kryxx
Tiercel de Claron
September 19, 15:48Good men abound all over,Imp.
You,Max and your ilk just keep looking in the wrong places,is what.
Btw,if you keep looking for made-to-order good men,perfectly fitting your particular specifications,I have to say you’ll wait till kingdom come.
Francis
September 19, 09:16*sighs* high school sexcapades was bitter-sweet sha. When you seduce person finish and weeks of awkwardness and silence follows the act and the closeness you once shared with that person is torn to shreds.
I can’t even bring myself to strike up a conversation with him on Facebook as I’m haunted by the thoughts of “what if he still regrets that night and blames you? Don’t go digging up bad memories”.
Max
September 19, 09:41Lol
ken
September 19, 09:53Sizzling!
The activities in an all boys hostel completely negates d reason why parents send their kids there in the first place.
Thank God I was a good church going boy who only faced his books and no time for humping away with reckless abandon! Hehehe
Posh6666
September 19, 10:40And yet u are here on kd….*side eyes*
Khaleesi
September 19, 10:27Chaiiii, the raunchiness of this story gave me life down below! ! A part of me feels that those who discovered their sexuality early in life are the lucky ones – before life unloads all the shit that comes with growing up on you.
I had several similar experiences, perhaps i shall write about them soon. ..
Nightwing
September 19, 12:07*smiles*
Ac/dc
September 19, 19:50That line ” be gentle ” cracked me up…
Ace
September 19, 20:00Me too for some reason…lol
JOJOARMANI
September 19, 23:04what the heck do we have with that name ‘Emmanuel’ if av met 10 emmanuelites, 9 are gay!…. Wtf? U wonder how i came up with this? Am Emmanuel too… Nice read Nuel!
Francis
September 19, 23:13Hmmmmm
Chuck
September 19, 23:25I’d like to bring up a tendency I’ve noticed. Do some gay men not prefer to fuck other gay men? There seems to be a premium on straight boys that are seduced, and once the guy is gay the interest in him fades.
This is also related to the lack of demand for effeminate men. In today’s gay market, being a straight- acting top is the best position, especially if you want effeminate bottoms as they seem to be in high supply and straight-acting tops are in short supply.
ikhines
September 20, 10:25I’m sorry but this story sounds vain. Like something I can cook up in 2 mins to lie to a friend about how I lost my virginity. Nothing catchy about it
La-Coozee
September 21, 14:37:-[ I don’t want to ever have sex
jephtah
September 21, 16:46Errrmmm, this secondary school pattern sounds like mine though #hmmmmm nice experience
diokpa
September 21, 21:00Too shallow.
YngChizyJR
December 05, 17:37I wish to have this kind of get back together. I had a gay friend, actually he’s my mums friends son, he was straight and I made him gay(wasn’t hard tho cos he was already Looking for someone to “do” boy or girl, any). he usually came for holiday and we had sex , not real pen sha. Since 2015 we haven’t seen but we got in contact this year and he said he wasn’t into boys anymore. It broke my heart but I’m happy he’s not homophobic cos then there won’t be any chance of him coming back to me.