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Boredom almost killed me on a particular Saturday evening, a few weeks ago. I was alone in my small apartment watching CNN and getting bored the more by an anchorwoman rambling about the so-called Epstein Files scandal the Trump administration was allegedly so bent on trying to cover up. So I got up, dressed in casual clothes and sauntered to a nearby beer joint. I ordered a chilled bottle of Budweiser. It was early, so the joint was not yet filled up with customers. I scanned the bar. I noticed two huge men drinking from a bottle of vodka. They were white and looked Russian. Because they were conversing in Russian too. A lone figure at the was fiddling with his phone, oblivious to what was transpiring in the joint.

Out of nowhere, a big snake appeared, slithering languidly as if it came to drink a beer too. It caused a big commotion. I ran out of the joint in a jiffy leaving the two white guys to deal with the snake. And deal with it they did. They brought it outside and made a small fire. They cut its head off and buried it nearby. Then they poured vodka on it and roasted it clean. When it was done, they cut the meat into pieces and started eating the pieces with relish. They invited me to join them, but I declined. I was curious, nevertheless so I joined their table. By now some customers had started pouring in. The music of Celine Dion was playing and the atmosphere became charged with some people discussing loudly, while some flirted with whomever was game. "By the way I am Omo", I introduced myself with a a small that advertised my white, evenly set teeth. “I am Dima. This is Gosha." The one with dark hair and handsome face replied. He had the face of Brad Pitt and the body of Jason Mamoa. His hand, like a bear's paw engulfed my hand in a handshake. “Nice to meet you, Dima and Gosha", I said with conviviality. “Likewise,” they both answered in unison. I marvelled at their seemingly proficiency in English language. “Are you tourists?" I struck a conversation. “No, we are engineers from Moscow. We work with the Seysco steel company on contract. We've been here for three years,”Gosha replied in a deep voice. “Wow, that's nice”, I said. “How old are you?”Dima asked, looking keenly at me. That question proved they were truly Russian. My friend that studied in Sochi told me that Russians usually asked that question on a first meeting. “I am twenty five. What about you?” I replied, wondering why someone would ask my age at a first meeting. “I am thirty one,” answered Dima. “I am thirty three”, replied Gosha, stuffing his mouth with snake meat. “You looked younger than twenty five. I'd have said you were eighteen by just looking at you.” Dima said, smiling deviously. I blushed at the compliment. Good looking I knew I was, but this was the first time I was told that I looked younger than my actual age. The banter continued on that note. When night fell, we felt light headed and my new East European, snake snacking companions suggested we change location. I was only too glad to oblige. I was enjoying their company tremendously. They asked so many questions about my country and listened avidly as I answered them with some exaggerated anecdotes.They also had a great sense of humour. “Before we go, let me quickly take a leak.” I was really pressed. “I'll join you,” Dima said, getting up to walk with me.

We crossed the road and relieved ourselves in the bushes. Even though the evening light was not so bright, I sneaked a peek and caught a glimpse of his manhood. In its flaccid state, it was massive. Nicely cut with a dark pink mushroomed crown. The force of his piss sent tremours around my groin area. There is something freakishly arousing for me each time I see a guy peeing. The soft cock emitting such a forceful stream of light golden coloured urine always got me hard. Whenever I see a man shaking his cock to relieve himself of the last drop of pee, I would feel like going on my knees, taking the soft penis in my mouth, sucking on it until it becomes as hard as steel.

At the night club named “Glitz”, it was jam-packed. We managed to find empty stools at the bar. We ordered our drinks and the handsome bartender obliged with a wide smile. I noticed Gosha’s instant interest in the bartender. My gaydar was always right. So I surreptitiously took Dima to the back of the dancing hall and sat on a couch under the guise of wanting to smoke. As we smoked, I asked Dima straight away if he had a girlfriend. He smiled thinly. “I broke up with my girl, Anastasia when I decided to come for this job. She couldn't stand me leaving her for five years as I left. But she refused to follow me to Africa”, he explained. I sensed nostalgia in his voice as an expression of sadness fleetingly crossed his handsome face. I longed to reach out and embrace him. The strong man became vulnerable for a minute. To smoothen the tense atmosphere, I changed the subject of the moment. “Do you want me to get you a girl here? I have noticed many of them looking at you, I think they find you very handsome”, teased him “What do you think?”he asked, looking at me with a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. “About getting you a girl? I think it will help you overcome the loss of Anastasia,” I quipped “I am referring to my looks. Do you find me handsome too? he said, winking his right eye. “I think I should get us more drinks”. I avoided ans I went to the bar. A lady had replaced the handsome bartender and a pretty lady had taken his place. I got our drinks, paid and returned to Dima. I told him that Gosha had left. He nodded and said Gosha had already texted him that he had a business to take care of but he'd still come back and rejoin us much later. I shrugged. I thought maybe that “business” could be a quickie with a random girl, after all there were many of them on display. Or if my gaydar was right, he and the bartender went to “get to know each other better". Hey, a man gotta be a man.

“That girl dancing and twerking has been looking at you. Look Dima, she's shaking her boobs and ass, all for you,” I teased trying to get his smile back in place. “I have noticed her, but I'm not interested.” He said with indifference. “You haven't answered my question, Omo,”he said softly. I took a swig of my beer. The taste was awesome. I shook my head as the alcohol went down my throat. “I think you are very handsome and surely sexy. If I were a girl, I'd surely go for you.” He smiled radiantly. My eyes caught the girl dancing looking at him, then she looked at me, she smiled secretly and slowly nodded her head as if she knew something we didn't know. She returned and moved to a more vantage point where she was sure to grab the attention of an admirer. “What if you were gay? Would you find me attractive?” He was persistent. I heaved a sigh, took a deep breath and lowered my eyes. “Actually, if you must know,I'm gay,” I avoided his eyes. “I knew it!” he said briefly, almost excitedly I shot him a quizzical look. “How did you know?”I was shocked. “I wasn't so sure at first because nothing in your appearance betrayed you, but when I caught you watching my dick as I peed, I was half sure you might be.” he elaborated. “Well, now you know. So, what?” I thought he would want to leave. I'd heard that Russians were homophobic. I'd hate to lose the company of this strong, handsome hunk of a hero male specimen. “Actually, I was hoping that you were. I am dying to have a taste of my first chocolate, unfortunately, most of the guys in this city are as straight as they come, no pun intended,” he said smiling widely. Fascinating!

At that moment, Gosha returned, looking quite pleased with himself. Whatever 'business' he went to take care of had really paid up handsomely. He brought more drinks and the night continued to be interesting.

I was dying to know more about Dima. I surmised he was bisexual or a straight man that liked to swing whichever way the wind blew. Either way, I was relieved to know that he did not have any problem with my sexual orientation. So, I relaxed and allowed the fates to play their cards.

At midnight, the club became very crowded. Some few drunken young men started exhibiting some unruly behaviours that would definitely end in fisticuffs. The two bouncers waded in. That was our cue to leave. We drove to their house. Thankfully it was not far from the club. With so much alcohol consumed that night, no one should drive a long distance in that state. Their house was situated in a gated community estate. All the houses were designed the same. Theirs was a two bedroom, sparsely furnished but cozy. Gosha went straight to bed, but Dima and I knew instinctively that we had an unfinished business of our own to attend to.

He brought two cans of beer from a tall refrigerator at the corner of the room and offered me one. I did not need any Dutch courage, so I didn't open the can. He opened his can and dawned the whole beer in one swig. I waited for him to make the first move, which he did. After depositing the empty can in a small trash can beside the opposite armchair, he sat beside me on the sofa. His eyes were clearly wet with desire. I felt his heat before I knew it. Then, without a warning, he planted the most sensuous kiss on my waiting lips. I eased myself on the sofa while his hard, manly frame lay atop me. I opened my mouth as I kissed him back. His tongue, long and hot, snaked into my mouth. Oh, that snake eater could kiss! As we kissed, our hands were busily discovering our bodies. I was hairy but he was hairier. His muscles bunched and tensed as I massaged his shoulders, his back and settled on his bubble butt. His hands were all over me. My nostrils flared and the husky smell of him overpowered me. My cock was so hard my zipper almost ripped opened. I could feel his hard arousal straining through the fabric of his jeans. “Let's go to my room”, he whispered with so much urgency.

He led me into his room. He switched on the light and the dark room became bright, ready for a night of bliss. The carpeted room only had a double bed, a dressing table and a stool, with a small wardrobe. An ideal room for a bachelor. We quickly shed off our clothes and dropped them on the floor. Dima was a god. Tall, muscular and every inch a macho man. His erect cock was easily the biggest I'd ever seen. It was almost ten inches long, hard and thick. What a stud, a dazzling piece of masculinity! I knelt down, almost reverently and grabbed his huge maleness with both hands. I was mesmerized by the size, the veins around it and the bulbous head. I started by softly kissing the precummed soaked knob, giving him small licks, then deepthroating him expertly. He moaned desperately and held the back of my head with both hands, fucking my mouth slowly at first, then increased his pace with renewed fury. I didn't know how long the most exquisite blow job lasted, but who cared? I was having the most marvelous meat in my mouth. I sucked and sucked until I felt Dima about to cream my mouth. I stopped and moved to the bed.

I lay on my back waiting for my lover to come and give me the fuck I desperately needed. My seven inches dick was as hard as iron rod Dima didn't disappoint. He lubed his hard shaft with Vaseline and climbed the bed. First, he inserted his forefinger in my twitching, hungry but narrow orifice. My soft, pink, puckered love chute relaxed after a while and he replaced his finger with his massive cock. He filled me to the hilt. When such pain and sweet pleasure mixed, one would feel as if one was being rogered by the ever stiff, throbbing rod of a man of the Al Zutt tribe. I closed my eyes and left myself to be totally and absolutely conquered. My lover didn't disappoint. His strokes were measured. His movements were masterful. He kissed with the fervour of a lover from an Arabian love tale. He caressed with the tenderness of a Kamasutra teacher. Each thrust was a trip to Venus. Dima was my god. I died and resurrected from his lovemaking. I was moaning and moaning like a mad bitch. He'd withdraw and correctly insert back his shaft with the precision of a marksman. Then he'd bury himself into me and start fucking in earnest. The vigour in his thrusts took me to another planet. Damn! Anastasia missed big time!

His thrusts up in my love carnal continued unabated. Instead, they increased in tempo. He rode me harder and harder. My hands grabbed his muscular ass, urging him to drill deeper into me and he complied until I felt the coarseness of his pubis against my aching balls. He undulated his hot shaft inside me, touching every corner of my nerves. He adjusted a bit, his massive paw held my cock while the other paw cupped and lifted my ass. He jerked my cock rhythmically as he thrust away. I could not hold on any longer. My pink hole tightened ferociously around his delicious, meaty shaft and my cock strained, spewed out the thickest and hottest jizz. I wanted to scream in ecstasy but his mouth descended on mine. He grunted like a boar and gave a final onslaught. His cock went so deep I thought it might come out of my mouth. He started convulsing and hot jets of semen filled me to overflowing. I felt the lava of a volcano filling my gut. Each spasm sent electricity inside my very core and our kisses, sweaty bodies and meshed souls made our combined orgasm something to remember for eternity.

Slowly, we caught our breath. When he pulled his soft cock out of me, I felt kind of empty. I wanted his tool to stay impaled inside of me forever. I was still lying on my back, while he lay on his stomach. Our eyes met and we both smiled without a word, yet we understood that at that moment we were deeply connected and no words could effectively convey the feelings we had for each other. To me, I was transported into a realm that I never knew existed. My whole body was flushed with pleasure in the aftermath of our lovemaking. I looked at my Adonis dreamily from the sensuous lips, perfect manly torso to the strong legs covered with hair. He was everything I had always dreamt of. He embodied the perfect Adam, made without any blemish, fit to rule every creation and be the master of the garden of Eden.

I turned on to my left side. He turned towards my back. Then I felt his right arm around me, softly caressing my chest area. My right hand held his arm, my fingers lightly caressing his hairy forearm. He inched closer, I felt the crown of his hard cock in-between my ass cheeks as he closed the gap between. I trembled with anticipation. Dima was an insatiable lover. His legs closed the space and entwined with mine. I felt his warm lips’ feathery kisses at the back of my sensitive neck. My body became aflame. My half flaccid dick hardened. I moaned softly. I felt the head of his hard rod trying to pry open my already wet man pussy.

“Can I join the party?” Gosha's soft voice asked.

We turned towards the door, there in his majesty was Gosha standing like The Rock, that big, black WWE wrestler. I had thought Dima’s dick was big, Gosha's was even bigger. I gasped at the sight of the Greek God. Dima crossed over me and Gosha joined us, sandwiching me between the two of them. Clearly, this would be “the best is yet to come”. I smiled dreamily.

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