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I was a straight up hunk. I still am. I think.

A night came without warning of a life changing event. I just got home from school for the summer holiday. I was in my final year in university. The rigours of academia got me needing to unwind. So, I decided to shack up with my friend for the holidays instead of going home to be with my parents.

Sly had been my childhood friend and we ended up being in the same university but studying different courses. That night, he drove me to a club but declined to join me. Instead, he was eager to take his girlfriend, Trudy, to a friend's shindig. I shrugged and decided to be in my own company.

The club was dimly lit. There weren't many people in the club. Perhaps because the night was still young. I wanted to get wasted and also decided to stay late so that Sly and Trudy would have their needed privacy. With that in mind, I ordered two shots of vodka and downed them at once. Then I took a can of beer and sat at the far end of the club where the light was dimmer. I was deep watching funny skits on YouTube, nursing my beer when a deep voice said: “Mind if I joined you?" I lifted my head and saw a tall, slim, bald headed man holding a can of Heineken and grinning widely. “Not at all,” I answered non-committally. “It's been a hard day at the construction site, where I work,” he said as he sat opposite me. He offered a handshake, and I accepted it. His large hand enveloped my small hand. “I am Tyrone, by the way”, he introduced himself. “I am Omo, by the road,” I said warmly. It took him a second to catch my drift. He threw back his head and gave the richest laughter I'd ever heard. “Then I am TY, by the airport”, he replied humourously. “And I am OO by the railway station,” I replied with equanimity. Then I laughed too. I started liking him immediately.

There and then we struck a friendship. He was an engineer working on a road construction at the outskirts of the city. We discovered that we liked almost the same things in life. Then, he asked the question I most dreaded and always avoided answering. “How come you are alone?” “How do you mean?”I pretended I didn't understand what he was insinuating “I mean, a good looking guy like you, sitting alone in a club isn't something one sees around here,” he ventured. “Well, if you must know I'm not into girls,” I replied matter of factly. “You mean, you are celibate or gay?” he looked incredulous. “Both,” I said shortly, my eyes challenging him He smiled enigmatically. He brought out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered me one. I declined. “Do you mind if I smoke?” he asked politely “Not at all,” I assured him. “Well, well. Gay and celibate. That's a new one.” He commented. My eyes hooded. I made a play of taking a sip of my beer, while assessing him. He had a broad chest for a slim guy. I could see he was also a gym rat, maybe. From his large, long fingers, I knew he'd have a good sized dick. My fantasy.

Barrage of questions from him and ready answers from me as we drank more beers he bought. He seemed to find me fascinating. I was drawn to him. He was funny, intelligent and his quick wits got me backed over. I thought I was falling in love. I told him that I had just discovered that I was a into guys but I had never been with anyone before. He was intrigued. He told me that he'd watched many gay porn and had always wanted to try gay sex and see what's all the fuss was about. Playfully, he asked if we could put it to a test. As I was tipsy already, I said ,”what the heck, why not?” The idea of having my first sex with a perfect stranger was not only a fantastic dream come true but a wild adventure.

We drove to his house about ten kilometers from the club in his black jeep. He said the wife and kids had gone to his parents’ house for the weekend.

His house was tastefully furnished. Photographs of his beautiful wife and three kids adorned the grey walls of the sitting room. First we showered together, soaping each other and playing with our penises. The man had a long cock that could be up to twelve inches. The longest I had ever seen even in porn. We decided to have our tryst in the guest room.

He made sure that the doors were securely locked. I sat on the bed waiting. Anticipation as palpable as the dry wind. “My friend left his door unlocked after he dropped his wife at the airport. He returned home with his girlfriend and the wife's flight was cancelled. The wife returned without informing him and caught him red redheaded in their matrimonial bed. I wouldn't want such a thing to happen to me,” he told me as he towelled himself dry.

He joined me in the bed. We started with soft kisses. Our hands roved over each other. We discovered each other's hidden treasures. I tried sucking his cock but I wasn't an expert yet so I decided to give him a hand job instead. He also played with my cock. Then he brought a bottle of baby oil. Seeing it, I thought of the many baby oil bottles stacked at PDiddy’s home for his freak off parties. He lubricated his hard cock and carefully lubed my asshole. My body was fevered with a sweet sensation at his touch.

Slowly, the head of his rod prodded into my tight hole. It was very painful at first. I couldn't bear the pain so I asked him to remove it. He complied. Then he inserted one finger, later two and then three. All the while twirling them inside. When he was sure I was well lubricated, he used his knees to widen my legs. His mouth descended on mine, kissing me deeply. He guided his erection in one mighty shove into m. Before the pain could register, half of his dick was inside me. He stifled my moans as his tongue kept ministering in my mouth. I closed my eyes, savouring both pain and pleasure. He started fucking me slowly at first, then he picked up pace and before long we were both entangled in hot coitus. I opened wide, he pistoned hard and harder. My whole being was transported to another realm. We tried so many positions. Then, lastly, we resumed the missionary position. Ty was a great kisser. He kissed with ardent fervour. His hands gripped my shoulders as he speedily thrust his long phallus inside my happy hole. I clutched at his bucked, muscular ass cheeks and urged him to fuck me deeper. Eventually, the inevitable happened, he creamed my hole with his hot seeds. I felt his sperm filling my chute to overflowing. Feeling him filling me whole was the best feeling and hole filling. I shuddered as I let out a stream of my own creamy cum to the delight of Ty. Some on the landed on my chest and chin. He licked them up and smacked his lips. Then kissed me to taste my own cum on lips lips.

That night we fucked twice more until we were drained. I was happy he was my first man. That weekend was great. Since then, any chance we got, once in a while, we'd hook up and fuck. Once, we fucked in his car at a solitary area at night by the expressway. Another time, we fucked in his car by a football pitch. That night we were almost caught by a policeman. We barely finished dressing up after a hot bout when the policeman came to the car with a big flashlight. Seeing us fully dressed, and both men, he apologized and said he thought the car was abandoned or stolen.

When I went back to school, I craved Ty’s sweet banana. He visited me once on a weekend. We made it a weekend of bliss. We got a room at a motel near my campus. From Friday to Sunday we fucked like rabbits.

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