KNIGHT OF THE DARK NIGHT PT 2

I wet my lips and went to town. I licked the purplish crown sensuously. My tongue was hot and my body was anticipating something big. I wrapped my hand around the wrist-like organ and fellated it like I never did before. He lay and propped on his elbows and watch me administering on his dick

“Oh, that’s sweet. Keep going, my guy. Aaaargh, don’t stop,” he moaned.

I sucked with more gusto. I had him under my power. The thought of being in control added to my excitement. I fondled my now raging sex as I sucked his. He held my head and I slowed down.

Gradually, he shifted and asked me to remove my boxers and join him on the bed. He sighted a jar of Vaseline. He took a good mount of the jelly and lubricated his dick and my hairy ass. I lay on my stomach and lifted my ass like a sacrifice to the gay gods. He played with my hole and made sure it was well lubricated. Then came the onslaught. Wit the precision of a fired missile, the crown of his dick found and prodded my tight, puckered hole. It resisted. He pushed slightly. My hole still resisted. Then he held me firmly by my waist and tossed in with one mighty shove. I saw stars. I bit my lower lip lest I scream and I tasted my own blood. He relaxed for a minute before thrusting in and out. Gradually, the pain subsided as my body became used to his size. Then, an alien pleasure spread all over me. My whole body became ticklish. I moved with him. His thrusts gathered momentum and we waltzed away like two grunting boars rutting. His huge balls banged the sensitive juncture between my ball and my hole and his coarse pubic hair grazed my ass cheeks which felt ticklish.

We heard a knock on my door.

“XY, We are done. Let’s go na,” one of the other two called from outside. “Wait for me. I am coming!” He shouted back.

At that particular moment, he actually started coming. He gave a final thrust and his whole body was wracked with spasms. He shuddered with the intensity of his climatic release. His thick creamy cum flooded my insides with the force of Niagara Falls. He kissed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my rigid spine. His weight was heavy and his pubic hair tickled my ass cheeks. As the last stream of cum spurted out, I felt my balls emptying their load on the bed sheets. My hole contracted continuously as I climaxed, which added pleasure to his now sensitive dick still buried within me.

We lay supine for about five minutes. Then he lifted his mask to reveal his lips only. He had a clean cut mustache. Then he kissed me. Long and hard. I responded in kind. Then I felt our cocks twitching.

He stood up and zipped up his trousers.

“I will see you again. Soon,” he whispered.

Playfully, he smacked my ass and left.

“I had to drill the truth out of him. Let’s roll,” I heard him tell his partners outside.

With an effort, I managed to wear a long robe. I felt his semen seeping out of my asshole. I stepped outside and knocked on Ms. Joy’s apartment. She was crying and I went over to hold her. I didn’t see her grandmother. I was filled with trepidation. I felt that perhaps the old lady died or something. “She followed them, Leo. My grand Ma followed the bastard,” she said amidst sobs. “Ah, what happened?” Ms. Helen just entered, looking stupefied. “He raped her but she was just squealing that he should give her more. I felt like vomiting so I ran into the bathroom. I was hearing their disgusting sounds,” she was sniffling. “Ah, otio o. Me, I begged the man wo. I told him that I was menstruating and that if he touched me he would be cursed for life. He believed me. Instead, I gave him the five thousand naira I hid under my bed,” Ms Helen said brusquely. “She followed them. Ha!” That was all I could say. Few days later, the grandmother returned. She was looking so happy that we all forgot the scandalous thing that happened that night. Meanwhile, I kept on dreaming of that macho armed robber. Oh, to be held, kissed and fucked again by that renegade!

Some months later, I went to Shoprite to do some shopping. As I was browsing some toiletries on a lonely aisle, my eyes held and locked with a pair of eyes belonging to a very handsome stranger who was coming from the opposite direction. He was tall, broad shouldered with a slim waist and a washboard stomach. He was wearing a tights grey T-shirt that accentuated his muscular arms, chest and six packs. His full lips and cleft on his chin reminded me of the dreamily sexy Idris Alba. He walked purposely as if he owned the world. His measured steps came nearer to me and I was overawed by his magnetism. My mouth went dry. I had never felt like that with anybody in my life. It was as if I was in the presence of a celestial being.

“Hello,” he smiled and his snow white teeth were out of this world. There was something vaguely familiar about his voice. “He-hello,” I stuttered like a deranged teenager. “A minute of your time please,” he asked politely. That voice! “Sure,” I followed him like a zombie. He opened a door and entered. I followed suit. It was an office. “My friend is the manager, “with deprecatory wave of his hand, “ but she is a lousy decorator,” he laughed softly. “Excuse me, what am I doing here,” I asked mystified. I never shoplifted. “Let me show you something,” he said hoarsely. Before I could say Jack Robinson, he gathered me in his arms and his lips were placed forcefully upon mine. Before I could gather my wit, we were kissing each other hungrily like sex- starved brutes. Then realization dawned on me. He was the one! Holly Molly. As I live and breathe!

I disengaged and caught my breath. Then I gave him a resounding slap on his left cheek. He didn’t even flinch. “What was that for?” He asked calmly. “How dare you, lying to me that you would come back soon and never did. Now you had the temerity to assault me in a shopping mall!” I said angrily and equally petulantly. “I am sorry. I felt terrible. I am not a robber. We did what we did to raise money for Dylan. He was in a hospital needing a kidney transplant and everyone we asked for help tureed their backs on us. We were desperate,” he explained. “I see. So why was my ass assaulted? Why was my friend’s grandmother raped?” “We had a mutual sex and we both enjoyed it. Your friend’s grandmother actually raped Haassan. He had never had sex before and his first time with the raddled old crone opened a new vista in his life. He still day dreams about her,” he laughed. “Don’t call her that. She missed it and I think it made her less grumpy,” grudgingly, I conceded.

Then a thought crossed my mind.”What of the guns?”

“They weren’t real. We got them from the costume room at the Community Playhouse,” he smiled broadly. “You sure had us on a dime,” I said crossly. “So, am I forgiven? I have your iPhone still secured and I am wearing you gold chain in remembrance of my first gay sex which turned out to be the best I have ever had.” I felt hot, all of a sudden. This time, I went to him and initiated the kiss. We were deep into it and didn’t hear someone slipping in. “Hey guys, get a room,” an amused lady said. I surmised she was the manager. A permissive one, apparently. “Hi Sylvia. This is –” Then we both realized we hadn’t introduced ourselves.

We looked at each other with the sheepishness found in Tom and Jerry comics.

We have a long way to go, but this is a start. THE END

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