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Two long weeks had dragged on since Ernest disvirgined me. I could now relive those wild visions of him and Selma, Said and Joy, me and Ernest and wank away. I would cum and sometimes swallow my jizz just for the fun of it. My cum had this zesty taste that I found delicious.

Contrary to my plan, I didn't rush to fuck Denis. I also didn't share my experience with him. I was bidding my time. I was being slow and steady in order to win the race like a tortoise.

One fateful day while I was deep in sleep, I felt a hand inside my boxer shorts fondling my cock and another hand playing with my nipple. I thought I was dreaming. I usually slept on my back, face up. The hand persisted. My pecker became hard. My nipples grew perky. I was awash with a sweet sensation. Then I felt a wet tongue prying my mouth open. I gave in. It started twirling inside my mouth. I moaned softly and the persistent tongue increased its sensuous play in vigour. It left my mouth and stated working on my hardened nipples. The hand on my hard shaft continued jerking me off. Slowly ,I opened my eyes. I could not understand what was going on. As I tried to push the body on my bed away, I heard a familiar tone: “Shhh. It's me,” Ernest whispered. “ What are you doing here?” I asked sleepily, trying to clear my mind. “You said we would never -” he interrupted me. “Your parents asked me to sleep here tonight. They said they needed to travel to Lagos. I don't know why but it's like it's urgent and important,” he explained. His hand was still roving inside my boxers, toying with my erection, his thumb doing something to my precummed knob. “I thought you said we should never do this again,” I said dryly, barely sounding audible. I was enjoying the feel of him all over me. “Abdul, since the day I fucked you, I couldn't stop thinking about you. The feel of your sweet hole gripping my hard dick was all I could think of. Each time I fucked a girl, I imagined it was you I was fucking.” While speaking, his hand never left my pecker. He started kissing me again. I became weak, and surrendered to him. He nibbled on my lips, then buried his hot tongue inside me. I lost my head. He sucked away my breath. Then he moved lower, kissing my throat before finally descending on my taut nipples again. He sucked each one with practiced art. I could not hold on any longer, I flipped him on his back and returned the favour.

I loved the feeling of his hairy chest as I administered kisses on his hard nipples. He wiggled and opened his legs. I went to town on his hard shaft. He started fucking my mouth with so much urgency, holding firmly the back of my head. When I felt he was about to cum, I extricated my mouth from his engorged cock. I spat on my fingers and started lubing up his tight hole, loosening him, exactly like he did to me. He started to protest but I continued whilst kissing him hard. He capitulated and started rotating his ass. Wordlessly, like magic, his body called on me.

I removed my two fingers from his hole and tried entering him. I felt resistance. “Wait, Abdul, I had never done this before," he protested weakly. “Don't worry, my love, you'll love it,” I whispered sweetly. I badly wanted to feel what he felt while taking my cherry. He relaxed a bit. I seized the moment.I pushed slowly. When his sphincter adjusted to my size, I pushed in one hard thrust. He covered his mouth with his right palm and muffled a scream. My dick, now embedded inside his hole, was throbbing wildly. I savoured the feeling.

The hole twitched and I felt like cumming. I paused until everything calmed down. With my rod fully impaled in his receptacle, I started plunging my shaft in and out in the ancient sexual ritual. His hole was so tight and hot. Each thrust was met with a grunt. Ernest opened his legs wider and I thrust so deep until my pubic hair ground against his balls. His two hands held his legs firmly as he lifted them up to give me more access. My right hand started massaging his hard dick as my mouth continued kissing him. I fucked and fucked him so hard, I thought I'd split his asshole into two. Knowing I might not get the chance to fuck him again, I banged the living daylight out of him. I pounded him so hard and fast.

Whenever I felt my jizz building up, I stopped completely and let my tongue take over. I would resume with slow strokes then start pounding like jackhammer. I loved fucking in the missionary position because I had access to his whole body and I loved kissing Ernest. He returned my kisses with wild abandon. He kept on saying “Oh God Abdul” and “yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me”. And fucked him I did. I lifted my head, just as his cock pulsed and then shot a loadful of man juice that splattered on my chest and some found their way to my face. As he released his semen, his hold twitched more, giving more pleasure I continued wanking his turgid dick. The taste of his jizz in my mouth was the last stroke. I shuddered convulsively, offloading my cum deep into Ernest. My prick throbbed and spurted jets of semen that I stored in my enormous nuts for days.

I kept on thrusting until my heavy balls emptied their final thick contents inside the welcoming asshole. I slumped on top of him. We kissed some more until our bodies relaxed. My limp cock slipped out of his hole as my juice came out and wet the bed. “Wow, that was wild,” Ernest said. I didn't say anything. “I have just turned you into a love machine. The way you just fucked me, if you fuck any girl like that, she will never leave you.” My ego puffed at that compliment. I smiled in the dark and spooned Ernest. We drifted into Dreamland. When I woke up the next morning, Ernest was gone. I was disappointed because I had a raging hardon and I thought we would have another round in the morning. Somewhere, I had read that early morning sex was the best.

I stayed in bed for most of the day. Later, Joy knocked on my door. “Abdul, are you ok?” “Yes.” I answer sleepily l. “Dinner is ready. Should I bring yours since Mommy and Daddy are not around?” “No. Don't worry. I'll come later and eat at the dining table.” “Ok,” I heard her walking away.

I went to the bathroom and took a shower. As I soaped my body, vision of Ernest holding me in place as I thrust came in a flash. My cock hardened. I smeared soap over the silky prick and started massaging it. I closed my eyes and went on with my solo pleasuring. As I hurtled toward sweet orgasm, I heard my door opening. I quickly stopped, willing myself to calm down. Maybe Joy had decided to bring dinner to my room after all. “Hey, Abdul, are you in there? Denis’ deep voice rang. “Yeah. I'm in the shower,” I replied.

I quickly rinsed my body. As I was alone, I didn't bother to take a towel with me. So I came out, naked and dripping wet. My prick was still hard. Denis was seated on the edge of my bed. He looked at me and his eyes lowered to fix his gaze on my cock. Looking at him looking at me made my cock to throb more. I watched him as he swallowing hard. I took my towel and started drying my body. “I haven't seen you all day and I was wondering if you were ok. Now I see you are more than ok,” he said, his eyes dancing. Surreptitiously, I looked at his crotch. The tent on his tight black jeans was obvious. I decided it was time to seduce him. “Ernest was here. We had a great time,” I said slyly. “Watching movies? Which ones did you watch?” He asked, not taking the hint. I tried to find an appropriate lie. “I had just watched a movie,’ Brokeback Mountain.’ It was hot. There were those two guys on a mountain. They were alone. They fucked, man. They really fucked!”He said animatedly. “Really? They were gay?” I asked. “Maybe one of them was, but the other one had a wife. These Americans are crazy.” he shook his head. “Actually, Ernest and I fucked this afternoon.” I said. “What!” He looked incredulous. I smiled, then laughed at the look of horror on his face. “Ah, penny's dropped. You're just yanking my chain,” he said. I didn't reply. I continued drying myself. “Sometimes, I wonder if you and I could try something like that,” he blurted out, lowering his gaze. I didn't wait to know whether he was serious or merely joking. I just decided to take the gauntlet. An opportunity comes only once.

I dropped my towel on the armchair. I went over to the bed, standing directly over him. My dick was right in front of his flushed face. He stood up, his hard prick straining, struggling to burst out. I stroked his dick through the fabric of his jeans. He inhaled audibly. I popped the botton. His zipper slid down easily. He gritted his teeth, sucking in gulps of air. His searing hot flesh prong out like an anaconda. I wrapped my hand around the length of his shaft. He swore. I squeezed, and droplets of precum oozed out. I loved the feel of his throbbing cock. “I have been dreaming of this. Are you game?” I asked throatily. His fingers dug into my hot flesh. “You bet your sweet ass, I'm game. I had been dreaming too…” his voice dripped honey. I kissed his mouth. He kissed me back. My kiss lingered. The tension was so palpable , mounting. The sensation radiated like fireworks. My tongue found his and our tongues duelled. I undressed him and we both fell into the bed tearing at each other with frenzied hunger. I topped him. He was ready. His arm wound around me as I kissed him deep and hard. We were soaring, we were flying high, higher, cresting… He said something, but it sounded like a prayer. I went down on his hard shaft. I first gave it feathery kisses. Then I engulfed him in my mouth. His muscles melted. He gave himself to me whole. The salty taste of his phallus was simply delicious. I sucked and his cock hardened more. I lost track of time. As desire mounted, the room spun round and round. His hand clutchesd at the bedrest as I blew him. His breathing was heavy. I kept on sucking and making slurping sounds. I played with his balls. He groaned more and more. Suddenly he buckled up his ass and I felt hot jets of salty cum flowing right inside, down my throat. I swallowed every tasty bit. He groaned my name and jerked harder and harder until he went limp. I swallowed the last drop and kept lapping him up. When he slipped off the edge of our planet, I laid beside him. My dick, still hard as steel, pointed up to the ceiling. His hand reached out, he encircled my throbbing prick. “What do you want?” he purred. “I want to fuck you. I want to bury my cock deep into your asshole till you beg me to stop,” I replied. “Won't it hurt? You are so big, Abdul. I've never done this before, you know.” He muttered worriedly “Don't worry. I will not hurt you. I love you Denis with my whole heart. We belong together.” I said with everything inch of sincerity. He smiled and kissed me. “I love you too, you know,” he said almost shyly. I opened the bedside drawer and took a jar of Johnson's Baby oil. I used that whenever I wanked. I smeared a generous amount in his virgin hole and worked on it until it was well lubricated. He seemed to love my ministrations because all of a sudden his shaft stiffened once more. I smiled inwardly. I lubbed my prick as well. On his own volition, he turned on all fours and presented his ass to me, almost reverently. I positioned myself behind him. My knees pried open his legs wide. I looked at his smooth back, it was so flawless. I gathered his waist to me, his hairless bubble butt glistening. I held my hard shaft in position, teasing his entrance. He wiggled his ass in anticipation. My muscles bunched and my ears tingled. Mercilessly, I thrust deep inside, breaking the barrier. His head fell on the pillow and I barely heard his muffled scream. I stayed still. When I felt the walls of his rectum relaxing, I started thrusting in earnest. He pulled me in. I pulled out, then pushed in. He groaned my name countless times. The sound he made, his scent and the feel of his soft skin against mine was too much to bear.

I jerked harder against him. My body contracted over and over again. I whispered his name as wild flames of desire burnt me to ashes. Oh, how I wished I could go on forever. Denis was like a pot of honey and I was the honey badger. I thrust multiple times, smacking his ass gently. He seemed to like it. I could not get enough of him. His man pussy gripped my shaft tightly. Each thrust became a sonnet. Each withdrawal became a song. We were transported into a wonderful world of love. I felt like crying, laughing, screaming and giggling all at once. I felt my orgasm building up. I wanted to stop and prolong it but my cock had a mind of its own. I kept going in and out. Then, without warning, I emptied myself wholly inside his accepting hole. I poured all of my soul into him and kissed the back of his drenched head. When the last drop of cum seeped out of me, I reluctantly removed my cock from his sheath. I turned him around and planted a loving kiss on his mouth. His eyes were wet. My chest puffed against him. Our heartbeats finally slowed. I stroked my knuckles down his warm cheek. “Now, you are mine,” I whispered. He kissed me. “Yes, and you are mine too,” he replied coyly. It was like an eternal vow. We cuddled for a long while making small talk.

Eventually, we disentangled from each other, showered together and went to the main house and ate dinner. Joy was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she went out on a date, but we relished the delicious meal and enjoyed our own company. We watched some movies before Denis finally went home. That night, I slept like a baby. I was thoroughly satisfied and I decided that there was so much to do to make up for lost time. I must have that show locked. Perhaps I could arrange a threesome with Ernest and Denis. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. As I drifted into deep sleep, I wondered if Denis was also thinking about tonight.

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