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I graduated from the University at age 21. I was serving the mandatory national youth service when I met Dr Steve. This story is centered around my first encounter with the rich, debonair Dr Steve in Calar, a bustling city in Nigeria.

While working as a youth corp in a bank, I met a very handsome fellow youth corp member, named Joe, during one of our service outings. He graduated from another university. I was attracted to him instantly upon sighting him. We struck up a conversation and our friendship developed there and then. I sensed him to be sending some gay signals, but I was too shy to confirm that as I didn't know if by asking him about his sexual orientation, I'd be jeopardizing our new found friendship. So I treaded carefully.

He was always jovial, funny and well mannered each time we were together. I loved his looks. He was slightly above five feet tall, slender, dark, smooth skinned and had the handsomest face. He had such a sweet voice when he spoke and I loved his rich laughter. In all, he was the perfect boyfriend. I must state here that I had never had a boyfriend. I was still a novice in the art of sex. Apart from the usual wanking, while watching porn alone, my sex life was as boring as sand paper. However, once when I was a junior in highschool, a particular senior tried to seduce me in the boys’ hostel but the timely appearance of three other seniors put paid to that and the senior never ventured to try playing with me again as he was expelled few days later. He was accused of forcibly penetrating a minor. It was quite a scandal considering that he was even a school senior perfect.

So, one day, after closing from work at six in the evening, I took a taxi to meet Joe at the medical clinic where he was working. I met a buxom woman at the reception. She had the veneer of a professional. She smiled and asked if she could help me. I told her that I was there to see Joe. She told me that Joe didn't come to work that day as he'd called in sick. I asked her for his home address so that I could visit him.

She looked skeptical, which I didn't blame her considering the security problem that haunts our country. I assured her that I was a fellow corp member and showed her my identity card. With that, she was satisfied. She asked me to wait while she went inside an office and returned after three minutes. She beckoned on me to follow her. We entered a well furnished executive office. It was her boss's office.

From the way it was furnished, I surmised her boss must be quite loaded. Behind the mahogany desk sat a man I guessed to be in his forties. He was busy with his laptop. “Excuse me sir, this is the young man,” the woman said reverently. Without looking up, with a wave of his right hand, he said dismissively, “Alright Brenda, that would do”.

The woman retreated back, her massive bottom swaying, she closed the door behind her.

I stood there fidgeting. The man looked powerful and smelled of money. His beard was cleanly shaved, his head sported a well low cut, his straight nose had his reading glasses on its ridge. He wore a white shirt and a red tie loosely hanging on his chest. He smelled of Calvin Klein perfume.I cleared my voice, still he didn't look up but asked me to sit opposite him. I did, rather uncomfortably.

I looked around, admiring the beautiful artworks adorning his white washed walls. My gaze returned and rested on his features. His well trimmed beards had sparse grey hairs that made him look very distinguished. After some minutes, he finally raised his head and looked at me with a narrowed penetrating gaze. “You wish to see Joe? he said in a very deep voice. “Ye-yes S-sir,” I stammered nervously shifting in my chair. My palms became sweaty. “He called me this morning to say he'd not be coming because he's diagnosed with malaria. It's unfortunate,” he said, kindly noting my discomfort. I became less nervous. “Sir, I wasn't aware that he's ill. I just wanted to surprise him. Perhaps if you'd be kind enough to give me his home address, I could pay him a visit to see how he is faring”, I pressed, wondering if he'd find my request audacious. “You must be a good friend”, he smiled. For the first time I saw his well set teeth, clean and white, fit for a toothpaste commercial.

I swallowed hard. The man exuded raw power and animal masculinity. I was drawn to his magnetic power and felt myself melting under his scrutiny. He looked at me openly, sizing me, then nodded his head in approval of my appearance. I blushed. “We are very close friends sir,” I managed to quiver. “Close friends, and yet you don't have his home address?He said silkily with a hint of disbelief in his tone. “Well I…” “No sweat. I understand”, he said. The phone rang and he answered after saying “excuse me”. He was well mannered and polished too! I noticed his accent changed to a British one as he spoke about a diagnosis and prescription. Then my eye saw his glass framed diploma on the wall behind his head. He was from an Ivy League University. “You didn't introduce yourself,” he said as he finished his call. “Forgive my manners sir,” I said uneasily.” I am James. James Adams.” “And I am Dr Steve, as you must have seen on my door,” he smiled, pursing his lips. Ah, those lips, full and kissable. I hungered to kiss him! “It's a pleasure meeting you sir,” I said formally. He seemed to like my demeanour. He looked at me with such intensity I felt as if he was undressing me with his eyes. To break the ice, I said meekly: "About the address sir…” “Yes, yes,” he said indifferently. “Tell me, how close are you to Joe,”he drawled in a amused tone.

My ears pricked. Why on earth would he want to know about the proximity of my friendship with a member of his staff? Then, the penny dropped; I distinctly remembered reading a gossip magazine that reported about a certain rich medical doctor in the city with gay proclivities. With that realization, I decided to test the waters and see if the object of that salacious gossip was Dr Steve.

I smiled coyly, crossing my legs. “Joe and I have been very close for the past two years now.” Then I added a white lie: “He is my bestie.” “Bestie eh,“ he was very amused. “Bestie with benefits?”he teased. “I don't know what you mean sir, I lowered my eyes. “I think you do. In that case he must have told you about our plan to go to Dubai,” he supplied almost effusively “We don't keep secrets from each other, sir,” I said. Of course, I didn't know anything about that. “I want to take him to Dubai for the weekend when he's back on his feet. It's one of the perks for making his boss young again,” he winked at me, smiling broadly. Slowly, understanding settled on my mind. I played along. “How lucky for Joe,” I exclaimed. “I am yet to settle with him about his role. He only likes to slip in. He never likes to give back,” he whispered. “I love eating what I am being offered, he added his eyes twinkling. I grinned. I didn't know what else to say. “Where are you from? He asked. I told him the part of the country from where I hailed. He smiled and told me to stand up. I did and he looked at me appreciatively.

Time stood still. The atmosphere became charged. A brief silence, an unspoken exchange and understanding settled in the air. He looked deep into my eyes. I looked back, somewhat a bit defiantly as him challenging him to make a move. And move, he did make. He motioned me to come to him. I went and stood beside him. I moved like a robot. He shot his hand and felt my round ass. He gave it a squeeze. Instantly, my dick became very hard. He looked straight at me when he saw the evidence of my arousal. Satisfaction cloaked his face. His hand cupped my crotch and he groaned almost inaudibly when he felt the heavy phallus pressing against the fabrics of my cotton trousers. My dick is large, thick and very black. It is twelve inches when fully erect. So I guessed the man knew I was packing an African rock python in my trousers.

Next, to my surprise, his finger found the crack of my ass and the long forefinger tried to prod inside my hole. I winced and as he felt the dry resistance, he seemed pleased and satisfied. His hand still kept on rubbing my dick. I stood stiffly grinning like a sloth. Or more precisely, like a slut.

“Pull down your trousers,” he commanded in a dry voice, almost choking. I complied. Slowly, I removed my belt, unbuttoned and pull down my trousers. Since I never wore any underwears, my dick sprang straight out, throbbing into view. He gasped loudly, clasping his hands. His chair swiveled so that he was facing me. He looked at my body from head to toe. His gaze was stamped on my flat stomach, engorged shaft and two huge balls hanging loosely in their sac. He licked his lips suggestively. His look of admiration made my cock to throb more to his delight. Suddenly, he unzipped and brought out his equally big dick. His was about ten inches long but thicker than mine. The veins around his dick were clearly defined. I looked at his snake with raw hunger. My mouth salivated at the awesome sight. A tremor went down my entire body.

I looked at the door worriedly. He read my thoughts and quickly whispered, “Don't worry, no one comes into my office without my permission." He stood up and I was able to measure up his height. He was like a Michael Jordan! Yes, he was that tall. I swallowed hard at his towering height. He dwafted me. He was still fully dressed but his huge pecker and two big balls hung out of his open fly. “Come, suck my dick,” he said feverishly. He stood with authority like an oak tree in the middle of a river.

I obeyed almost too eagerly. I went on my knees like a spell was cast on me. His cock smelled of fresh soap. The mushroomed head was bulbous and purplish. The skin was smooth but the tool was as hard as iron. I couldn't wrap my hand around his cock, so I managed to feebly take him on my mouth. I'd never seen a dick that big, even in porn. I tried to suck but I couldn't take even half of his massive cock into my mouth. He groaned audibly when my tongue swirled around his cock. “I can see you have never sucked a cock before. Didn't Joe teach you? He's an adept cocksucker, you know,” he said mischievously, his hands were all over my head. He tried to force his maleness inside my mouth but I gagged and spluttered. Fucking my mouth should be off the table for now.

His finger tried to enter my hole again. It was painful. He seemed to revel in the knowledge that I was a fresh meat. He gave up trying to pry into me. His hands returned to my throbbing shlong that was already leaking precum. His breathing was frantic. His voice became hoarse. “Can you come to my guest house tonight?" he begged. His voice was filled with raw emotion. The prospect of fucking and being fucked by this towering macho man filled me with alien desire. My heat beat faster and I nodded. “Ok sir.” I accepted his invitation. I'd not miss a night with Dr Steve for the whole world. He was happy with my response. “ I will send my driver to pick you up at six. Just give me your address.” His phone rang. He answered, “Yes?” sounding irritated. He nodded his head and said. “I am busy. Let her come in five minutes,” he said curtly. Regretfully we returned our hard cocks back into confinement. I longed to play with his gigantic cock. Feeling a cock that huge for the first time was an eye opener. I couldn't wait to experience for the first time of having and being had.

Now I couldn't conclude with certainty that my friend was an active gay man that liked to be a top and didn't bottom up. I could do both so that made me a versatile version. I quickly wrote down my home address and a phone number for the boss. He showed his appreciation by giving me a ward of crisp notes. I refused at first but he insisted I took it, stating that he knew youth corps weren't properly paid. I reluctantly, but in was wardly happy, collected the money and stuffed it inside my pocket.

He hugged me, smacked my ass gently and planted a kiss on my temple. “See you later,” he whispered seductively. My hand caressed his cock. I cupped a feel and he groaned as his cock reacted to my touch and started hardening once more. “I'll definitely come, sir,” I assured him. “Thank you so much for the money.” I said with genuine gratitude.

I left with an exaggerated sway of my ass. I knew he was watching. At the door, I paused, turned back and looked at Dr Steve. He had a hungry look written on his face and I thought he'd spring like a werewolf and snatch me to his den. I winked my left eye and walked out, closing the door behind me. On my way out, I saw a petite, well- dressed lady waiting at the reception. I guessed she must be the visitor. The receptionist looked at me with a knowing smile as if she knew what transpired between her boss and I. I was slightly embarrassed but I masked my embarrassment and thanked her graciously.

My heart raced each time I tried reliving the smell, touch and sight of my new crush, Dr Steve. Yes, I was that infatuated and didn't regret it one but. Guiltily, the thought of Joe crossed mind. I realized that I'd not cillwct d his asr as from Dr Steve. Well, if always collect that whenever I meet Dr Steve, I thought.

At precisely six, that day, a black Mercedes pulled up at my gate. I was already set for my rendezvous with the Doctor. I looked forward to a night of discovery and sweet pleasure.

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