Linda and I attended primary and secondary school together. Started dating when we were in our third year in the university. She was a pretty girl and very intelligent. I had been in love with her for a very long time. Longer than I could remember, actually.
Whenever we came home for Christmas or semester breaks, I used to hang out with her twin brothers, Leo (Leonard) and Theo(Theodore), who were two years older than myself. In the evenings, Linda and I would find our favourite spot, an old baobab tree and spend hours f quality time. We used to teased each other and sometime pretended we were an actual married couple. A couple of times I tried going beyond our usual passionate kisses and making out. She never allowed me to go beyond that. She had vowed to ‘enter her husband’s house pure and stainless. Her virginity, according to her, was the only gift to her husband that was worth treasuring.
I had never disvirgined a girl before and I never learned how. I myself was disvirgined when I was twenty year ld, last year. I met a girl at a party. We got drunk and ended up at my immediate older brother’s flat that night. He had traveled for a job interview at Kumasi and his house was conveniently empty. When we undressed, I didnt know what to do with my erect penis sticking out like a pole from its root. I told her that I had never done ‘it’ before. She was only too happy to show me the ropes. The excitement was too great and when she guided my cock into her cunt, I release a deluge of semen barely two minutes after a few thrusts. She went into the bathroom, washed her pussy and returned to bed. The sight of her huge breasts and hairy pussy got me hard again. She sucked my cock, and played with my balls as she urged me too suck her nipples, which I was only too glad to comply.
We fucked in missionary and doggie positions. She moaned as I thrust with the ferocity of a stallion. Her tight pussy was wet with our mixed juices and her moans sent me too cloud Nine. When she came, her pussy squirted like a hose. Her tremors made me to orgasmed again. We fucked for the third time before we slept, well sated.
I never told Linda that I cheated on her. She had never known I was a virgin so, I kept that little secret to myself.
One Sunday morning, I went over to her house after church services. The house looked empty. I turned back to return home when a car pulled over. It was Uncle Ray. I had not seen him in a coon’s age! He was so tall and looking different. I knew he was tall and lanky but after all these years, the broad shouldered, dark complexioned sturdy man was an older and better version. We hugged each other.
Uncle Ray, longest time wo!” I squealed. I used to buy cigarettes for him when I was younger. “Is this little Mike?You have grown into a handsome Prince! I bet many girls are eating their hearts out for your attention, you rascal!” His embrace was affectionate and tight.
I laughed excitedly and felt a twinge in my groin area, which extended to an erection. Embarrassment washed all over me. I am sure he felt it too because the embraced lingered a little longer than usual. We disengaged and I helped him with his luggage. We sat at the verandah, waiting for Linda and he family to return from church. “So, which part f the world did you come from?” “Here and there,” he lighted a fag and offered me a stick. I declined.”Don’t smoke eh? Still angelic Michael I know?”He laughed heartily.”I wish I could quit smoking but every man must have at least one vice.” I laughed again. “Whats your own vice Mike?” He asked. “I have plenty but I can fathom one that could interest you,” I replied looking at him levelly. “Try me. Or let me guess. Sex?” He asked. I blushed. “No, no. Maybe, something else,” I said. “Wanking? You devil, you do wank a lot. But you could have bevy of girls eating out of your hands, you know. If I were girl, I would get you in the sack right now.” “I am too old to wank, Uncle Ray and thank Good you aren’t one. I wouldn’t like an older woman with so much height, hair and intelligence. She would dominate me,” I joked “Chauvinist!” He laughed.”Don’t you know that older lovers are the best. Old honey is more potent than new one, you know. “So I have been told, but I love them young and unspoiled.” “Hmm. If you dip your toe in an experienced lake, you will not want to leave the lake." “Are you challenging me, Uncle Ray?” I dared him, albeit half jokingly. “We will see. Time will tell if I am,” he replied enigmatically. Linda and her folks drove in through the gate and were all excited to have their kin around. I quickly excused myself and left them to bask in their family reunion. I told Linda that we would catch up later.
Around seven that evening, my phone rang. When I answered, it was Uncle Ray. He was at Bar’s Bar at the outskirts and invited me to meet him. I knew the twins would be there, and perhaps even Linda. I didn’t waste time I rushed to that bar. I knew the place as I knew the back of my hand.
To my little chagrin, he was alone. I didn’t show my disappointment; after all he was a jolly good fellow. We talked and he told me of his adventures in about six countries that he visited around Europe. Ii was enthralled. I envied his free spirit and freedom to do as he pleased. “You didn’t get yourself a white girl for a wife, Uncle Ray?” I teased. He laughed a rich laughter. “Wife?Me?I am not cut out for marriage,” he said quietly.”I heard that you are dating Linda.” “Uncle Ray. Which bird from a grapevine yarned that news to you?”I asked pretending to be appalled. He smiled ominously.
Later that night, after a few drinks and feeling decidedly tipsy, we entered his car and headed home. When we reached a dark, secluded place, he veered off the road and parked by the roadside. Before I could ask him if something was wrong with the car, he grabbed my neck with both hands and buried his tongue deep into my mouth. I was stunned, to say the least. My, brain flipped and I lifted my arms to push him off but the electricity accompanying his kiss was so much my hands just rested on his massive shoulders. My senses dulled and my loins went on fire. My manhood pulsated and throbbed wildly. His right hand massaged my hard on and I felt like bursting a nut. His kiss deepened even more. He held my hand and urged it to his well proportioned arousal. My ears tingled, my heart raced and I shut my eyes, moaning in ecstasy to this alien sensation.
He unzipped his pants and unzipped mine too. Our hardened male members pulsated and the car was filled with the muskiness of our male scents. We massaged each other’s cock vigorously while kissing like hungry hyenas. Soon, we were spurting our cum like ravenous hormone-filled teenagers. When we caught our breath, he said. “I have been in love with you for a very long time. You were too young so, I had to wait. You will break your relationship with Linda immediately and we are going to Neatherlands. I want you for myself and I cant share you with nobody.,” he said flatly, unfazed.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
“Are you for real? How do you expect me to leave my girlfriend, my school and family and just follow you on a wild goose chase simply because we wanked in your car?And check out the way you just made a snap decision without consulting me.I had today that I hate to be dominated.” “Calm down. I have given this a great deal of thoughts. I will pay for your education there and we will be free to live the life we crave. I felt your hard-on when we embraced and I just knew that fate has brought us together and no knife could ever cut our love in two,” he stated. “Let’s go. This is too much to process. I like you a lot but I can’t decide now,” I managed lamely. “At least you will think about t, that’s called progress,” he said with apparent optimism.
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