FUCK ME!

He was not the hottest, or the tallest, or the most cerebral. He was just a man who knew how to use his words. Eventually, however, those were all he had. Words. Let’s go back a bit.

Chats with Steven were fluid and effortless. He had a lot to say about work and his multiple boyfriends, with whom, it seemed, he was always involved in a breakup story at any given time. He had a lot to say about his travels. He had a lot to say about his religion. He had a lot to say about sex. He had a lot to say.

Steven was a very sexual man. Our chats always ended up with him telling me things he would love to do to my nipples, my lips, my dick, and my ass. Especially my ass. He would wax poetic about techniques he would use on my ass. How he would curve his tongue upwards as he rimmed me because – in his words – “you will feel sooooo damn good, baby! You will beg me to fucking shove my cock inside your boy-pussy and tear you up.”

He turned me on, I will not lie. I love talking dirty, and in Steven, I had found a soul mate.

He loved talking about how he would take me. How I would worship his “man-shaft” and drool all over the bed as he pounds my ass so long and so hard that I would be near-catatonic. As a vers-leaning-top, I was not all that enthusiastic, but the pictures he painted! My god! I was wet with anticipation.

Colossal

/kəˈlɒs(ə)l/  – extremely large or great.

Steven was like a pornstar on that day. No, Steven WAS a pornstar. A black, gay pornstar. He spoke like one. He acted like one. He kissed like one. “You’re my black bitch, boy. Your ass is so damn foine, niggur! Bitch, you got the fattest ass I’ve seen in my damn life!” All in a Black-American accent.

We were caught up in the lust of it all, so I managed to disregard the theatrics, looking forward to a good dicking. Niggur got me in the mood to take dick.

But you see, Steven may have spoken, acted and kissed like a pornstar – but Steven did not fuck like a pornstar. No, Steven did not fuck like a pornstar. Steven did not fuck at all.

Disappointment

/dɪsəˈpɔɪntm(ə)nt/

1. sadness or displeasure caused by the non-fulfillment of one’s hopes or expectations.
2. a person or thing that causes disappointment.

He got me in position, on my back with my legs up in the air.

Oya now, ram your cock inside my ass… Ok, since it’s not that hard, slowly slide it in… No? Okay, wiggle it in, maybe it will become hard on its way… No? Oya lemme wank you small and do stuff so you’ll get erect…. No? Wait, you’re still talking about how you’re going to pound me? You’re still spewing your now-that-I-think-about-it-they’re-probably-rehearsed-lines from porn flicks? Nna, ogini na-eme gi? What is wrong with you? You are still making mouth? Ogbeni, fucking be humble! Okay nah, turn around let me top you, it’s probably not your day. You say what? You don’t bottom? You only pound sweet asses? Wait oh, you’re still acting porn with me? Gi na onye? Oga, biko dress up and leave my house.

I recall a video a couple of weeks ago about a man being delivered of a demon that gave him a constant erection. And now, I say a little prayer, for Steven and his next conquest: every spirit of erection that was troubling the young man in the Instagram video, I beg you, in the name of the most high, transfer yourself to Steven. Biko, oh, umu ajo mmuo? Oh thee evil spirits!

Please. Steven needs you in his life.

Please.

Amen.

Written by Eggsy