THE BUS CONDUCTOR

Sometimes, I do believe that people with same sex attractions, have a sort of super telepathic power which enables them connect or spot each other without needing to say a word; even in a crowded room.



I have heard many stories of such but this particular story am sharing, is my own experience.



I had just ran errands for my mother and was on my way back home when my mum called to tell me that it was very late and suggested I go back and spend the night at my aunt's (the last place of errand).




So i had to alight and take a bus heading for ojota. There were lots of buses at the bus stop with conductors doing everything they could to lure passengers inside their buses. I was just about entering a bus when my eyes caught the eye of another conductor.



he was a very dark skinned average height man whose muscular body was well defined in his stylish designer (obviously fake) clothes. He sagged his pants revealing a very white and green polka dotted briefs.


The hair on the sides of his head was trimmed and on top sat neatly twisted dread locks. Once our eyes met, he seemed to be shy because I noticed he had stopped calling his customers.....He obviously looked uneasy as I starred at him.


His bus got full with passengers and began to navigate its way to the main road as he expertly hung out of it . As they drove off, his eyes still held mine and instinctively, I certainly knew I was in the wrong bus and that he wanted me to join his.




Taking the initiative, I immediately, came down from my bus. Even though his bus was now a good distance away, he sighted me and began slamming his palms on the roof of his bus (urging the driver to stop ) as he jumped down. His bus pulled over as i began to make a run for it.


As I hurriedly got to him, his coarse palms grabbed mine in a firm but quick hand shake as he smiled coyly (which gave me an instant erection) like an old friend and gave me a wink.



The bus was already full and the passengers broke into a protest asking the conductor (as well as the driver) where they intended me to sit.


it was chaos.


With a very intimidating coarse voice ( like your typical Nigeria motor park hoodlum) the conductor began asking anyone who didn't like the fact that am in the bus to come down immediately and he will refund them back their money.



 Nobody did anything. He asked (very politely) a very pretty lady who sat next to the door to shift for me. She rolled her eyes and asked him to start from the person sitting on the far end.


After a lot of swearing, murmuring, hissing and shuffling, a space just enough for one ass cheek was made available and I managed it.


Now seated inside the bus, the conductor squeezed himself and sat (with his back resting on the drivers back seat) opposite me as our knees pressed on each others balls.



 - "sorry about that dear". He apologised.


the pretty lady who sat beside me heard him. Looking confused at me, she turned to the conductor.



"na your brother?" the lady asked as she eyed him suspiciously.


"madam your ear dey here?" he asked.


"conductor i dey ask...eeehhhhh....I say na your brother?" her voice was beginning to rise maliciously.


My BP suddenly began to rise as my erection ran into my stomach.



"madam wetin be your own nah? as I call my brother 'dear' why e come dey vex you? abi e don tey dem chook prick for your toto?"


He fired back at her.



the whole bus roared with laughter.



"na your mama dem go shuk prick for her toto you hia? you dey mad, God punish you" she said shamefully.


a man from the back of the bus now started saying that probably, the lady was probably looking for a husband and was having a crush on the conductor. The whole bus now turned into a debate centre on how desperate today's women were and how capable they were of going to any length just to have the title "Mrs".




When he (the conductor) started collecting money, he gestured (with his hands) that i should not bother paying.

The loud mouthed lady also noticing what had just happened, began to clap her hand like a proper village gossip but she was ignored by everyone.



Eventually, she got to her stop; and as she alighted, the conductor told her (very loudly) that her beauty was a waste and she should get some dick as soon as possible which made the whole bus bust into laughter.

Now that the coast was clear and my BP was stabilized, I resumed my initial position by having My knees pressed on his crotch. the bus was dark and the person who sat next to me was engrossed on his phone.


I felt the conductors crotch get hard on my knees and I knew he felt mine throb on his knee too.



i wanted to feel him so bad but i knew it wasn't possible.



"i dey feel you well well; guy"


He said - just audible enough for my hearing.



i wanted him so bad as imagined his hard body take control over me as i eased the days stress away from his loins.



I eventually got to my stop and we exchange numbers. As we greeted goodbye, I tickled his palms as we shook. He broke out with the most gorgeous smile I'd ever seen on a man and waved me goodbye as the bus drove off.



That night, he called to ask if 've arrived safely. And i told him “i did”.



As we discussed, he said to me (breathing into the phone) – “I just dey feel your style boss.”


I could tell he was horny.


Just to make sure we were on the same page, I said
- “e be like your body been stand that time we sidon inside bus..... because i feel am when my leg
(Recalling the bus incident when we both had our knees pressed on our crotches).




He laughed seductively as he said - “guy the tin stand since i see you for bus stop o..” His husky voice thrilling my nerves.



“ ..i feel your own nah....your small cassava” he mocked.




I told him i will like to feel him inside of me and he replied – “any how you want feel am i go deliver".


I asked him if he has “delivered” it to any guy before and his response surprised me as he said



“bros i never do am before i go tell you true. But that time I dey kano e get one of my friend wey me and am dey play. I still dey get the feeling but no chance to sample “

When i asked him what he meant by “play” and how old he was at the time,  he said he was 7 years old and it was just masturbation. His friend was about the same age as well.




I tried talking dirty to him but it seemed, the only sex he knew was penetration.




Because he knew our conversation was a bit stale (due to the fact he was a novice  and couldn’t contribute to my kinky talks) , he Asked if i could teach him and i was so delighted.



“bros my rod don dey comot that first water o"  he said..with his breath very heavy with raw desire.

I asked if he usually has a lot precum and he told me it comes in very large quantity.


I told him I will like to drink it and he was WOWED!!!

“you mean am?” he asked excitedly.



“I wish say my babe sabi like you" he passively commented.

The whole mushy feeling suddenly seemed to be drowning fast once he made that statement.



Honestly- I couldn't find a rational explanation for my behaviour....for goodness sake, I didn't know this dude from Adam and here i was..... Getting jealous over his “babe.”




Certainly noticing my mood swing, he quickly said-  “but she no dey Lagos. Na nekede she dey...oko poly.”



He started to explain that they're not really in good terms, haven't seen in several months and that since she got into school, she has changed and has become too demanding and greedy.





I wanted to ask -' why he still had her in his life since she was a no good’ ; but I kept silent.


I didn't want to believe him at first but because he sounded very genuine, I had no choice.




I asked him about his educational background and he told me he stopped in junior secondary school. He told me he had started night school.

He had told me his name is Aghogho so I asked him what part of Nigeria beard such names and he told me- Niger Delta.


“you go still come?” he asked nervously. ( guess he thought his having a girl friend might make me change my mind).


I let him know I will be coming and with a “I can't wait" , he hung up.




I woke up to a “good morning” message from him in the morning and indeed it made me feel special.


He let me know where i should wait for him at the close of his business and at the scheduled time, I was there.



I recognised the bus as well as the driver from the previous day. The bus was empty (they had rounded up for the day). As i sat on the empty row of seats behind, the bus made a U-turn and began heading to an unknown location.


About 45 minutes later, we arrived at a slum. The roads where un-tarred  and dirty. i had never been to that part of Lagos and I genuinely did my best not to get frightened.


we parked in front of a bar and  then the driver turned on the inner light of the bus. I was astonished at the amount of naira notes this bus drivers make. They counted and re-counted the money (individually) before splitting it among themselves. i sat quietly at the back as they did their thing.


Once they where done, my friend came down from the bus and gestured come along with him. Once i did, the driver drove away.


"are you hungry?" he asked me;( his voice tone now different) as he led the way. He walked with such swag I couldn't find words suitable to describe. He made the ghetto feel like we were walking on the streets of Beverly hills.


We walked into a bar and he placed an order ( I had fish pepper soup and malt while he had fufu and ogbono soup with a big bottle of stout- How he had the ability to eat so heavy and still maintain such fine muscular stature without accumulating fat thrilled me).


After we had eaten, he told me his place wasn't too far from the bar and asked if we could start making it down.(such a gentle man).


As we made for his place, I watched his firm small butt as he walked with confidence. Also, I noticed that some how, he was showing me off with pride to people around like I was his prized achievement.


I can't remember what we were discussing about as we walked but he held my waist and began laughing hysterically. Feeling his firm hands go round my waist, I told him jokingly he should take off his hands because I was going to be turned on.


“really? My body has been up since i saw you” he whispered seductive in my ear and stuck his tongue into it.
 Maybe it was the alcohol that made him hyper.



I almost fainted out of fright Cos we were in public (even though it was dark and the roads where almost deserted).


 He told me he has been turned on since he set eyes on me.

“e still rise now sef" he giggled as he held my hands and guided it to his dick.


“DA FUCK!!!!”


I jerked my hands away immediately. This time not out of fear of public eye but because what my hand touched was a killer machine.


For an average height dude, his meat was something.


He went for my dick as well and squeezed it despite my protest. He was so excited about everything.


Immediately We steeped into his house, we didn't waste a second to hug and lock lips as we crushed our erections on each other so fiercely. I was happy...and so was he.




As  we embraced tightly, i was admiring the small living room from over his shoulder when my eyes caught a photo of Aghogho carrying a local looking girl on his lap and they wore similar out fits.



“na she be that?” I asked as the Cold winds of jealousy caressed me.


“eehhhhh" he responded oddly.


I withdrew from his embrace and pretended I my phone vibrated. I couldn't control my jealousy. He noticed but didn't say anything.



Her photo seemed to suddenly put an invisible question mark hanging like a hallow over our heads.



He started getting restless as he put on some music, turned on the TV, took off his shirt and jeans (leaving only an immaculate singlet and briefs. His smooth thick thighs and calves like two glorious pillars held up his small but firmly rounded butt while his white singlet embraced his firm muscled body like a jealous lover. Clearly, he was the sort of man who really didn't know how to express his emotions.






There was an awkward silence for a moment and then he asked if I'd like to shower; of which i said – “no” (as i had already showered and douched before coming). He told me he Wanted to shower.-  taking a bucket from behind the door, he went outside; leaving me in the room.




From the way he left, i could tell he was feeling rejected. Maybe he assumed my refusing to have a shower was because of his girlfriends photo. I began to feel guilty over my withdrawal and decided to follow him




I spotted him fetching water from a borehole within the compound. He was clearly unhappy and was avoiding looking at me. I told him i was sorry for my actions (i won't come all the way for this hottie and ruin my chances).

I apologised for my behaviour and told him i had already had my bath before coming and all he said was - “no wahala".




There was an awkward silence...and as i was about making my way back to his room, he asked – “are you going back inside?”


Instinct told me it was his way of telling me he wanted me to stay with him so I stayed back.



After he was done fetching the water, we walked behind the compound to a row of doors which were the bathrooms and toilets of the tenants.



As he unlocked one of the doors and got inn, he tried flicking on the switch.  The small bathroom was plunged into darkness in a split second after it had been illuminated. The bulb had died.


Turning on the torch light of my phone, I handed it over to him to use while i stood in the dark corridor. He insisted the bathroom door be left opened so I could have some bit of light. I didn't refuse. I was already impatient to see his naked body. He casually undressed as he hung his clothes on the opened door. I watched him wash himself vigorously as if he was scrubbing stubborn dirt off a rug. The way he was scrubbed really frightened me to the point I begged him to slow down.

He laughed at me and said he doesn't know how to bathe any other way.



Even though the insufficient light from my phone casted a hue on him, there was absolutely no debate that he was an Adonis. His penis hung like a  handsome trophy on his waist.

I was loosing my sanity each passing second.


He knew i was mesmerized by his naked body and he liked it.


“e be like u dey feel the sontin (something)” he giggled.



I could swear I saw his cock swell with each nod. At that point, it felt like my cock will explode in my briefs but I had to hold myself because I was standing on the corridor and anyone could come there anytime.






"you like am?" he asked-  the darkness casting a sinister illusion on his warm smile. His penis was very erect and was few inches away from aching one which was still trapped in my trouser.

my heart thumped wildly in my chest as my trembling hands made for his wood. " This was risky....this was madness....why cant i just wait till we got to the safety of his room?" - I cautioned myself.


"how sucking prick be sef ...you sure sey the tin go sweet me?..." he asked as I held his stiff cold and wet member in my hands.


once again, my instinct knew he wanted my mouth on his wood and like gas to a naked flame, my desire ran wild. i hurriedly went on my knees and took him in my mouth.



his dick flesh was fine and smooth in my mouth...though not very thick, its length nevertheless was a wonder. It already reached my oesophagus as I attempted to bury it in my mouth.


the fragrance of lux soap that lingered on his freshly washed and damp pubic hair greeted my nostrils as I forced my way further to accomplish my deep throat task. I could hear him moan from above me. I was so happy he was loving it. once my gullet was used to the invasion, I began to suck his dick with relish. My hands went for his balls and they where big, stiff and heavy. As I played with them, I felt his cock throb harder in my mouth.





He gently lifted me up from my squatting position and gave me a big bug. "the tin sweet die" he giggled in my ear. I didn't waste time to start kissing him. I desperately wanted him to fuck me...fuck me THERE AND THEN. He tried to stop me but his defence was too weak. He was hungry as well.



As we kissed violently, I quickly unbuckled my trouser and released my prick. He removed my shirt and hung it with his clothes on the door frame.



"suck my nipple" I moaned


"you say?" he asked confused - (maybe he didn't know what "nipple" meant)


"suck my breast" I said...gently guiding him down my nipples.



He didn't need to be thought that part. He attacked my nipples on full throttle which sent heavenly shocks all through my body.




 He sucked, chewed and bit them with such expertise that i couldn't help but get jealous over his girlfriend and what she had been enjoying. I spat on my hands and worked my hole as well as his cock. This was a DO OR DIE. i turned my back to him and began leading him home. He hesitated but i insisted.


i hadn't had sex in over a year and i was loosing my mind already. I played deaf ears to his plea as i stuffed my hole with his meat....repeatedly spitting and greasing us up to ensure he secured his accommodation. Eventually, he was all the way passed my appendix . He slowly began to thrust into me...groaning and breathing heavily. He slowly began picking up momentum and in a short while, he started lambasting me with his conductor prick.... organising my all data in alphabetical order.



i was standing at the entrance of the door. My two hands holding the upper frame and my foot resting on the bottom pane of the window. My ass and the rest of my body was inside the bathroom while my head was peeking out through the door, inspecting the corridor.


The sound of his balls slamming on my ass echoed all through the empty corridor and i prayed nobody was hearing us.



"e don dey come out oooooo........e don dey come outttttt........" he groaned as he forcefully slammed himself severally into me multiple times.


i felt a heavy rush of fluid flood my stomach and in that instant, I began to furiously wank myself to climax. In a short while, we both where left breathing heavily.


He asked me to wait in the bathroom while he got us a bucket of water to wash. When he was away, it dawned on me I had just had bare back sex with a complete stranger. First time EVER.



When he came back with the bucket, we both washed ourselves.


"mhen today na the first day i dey do skin to skin...o...and na the 4th time i dey fuck for my life since my mama born me"



"really?" I was so surprised hearing that. A sense of relief washed over me as I prayed he was telling the truth.



"and na you be the first man to man sex i don do.." he added.


He told me he uses protection when fucking his girlfriend and they had only fucked 3times in the 8 months they had been together. He told me she was frigid in bed but because she was humble, he decided to stay with her (although, she is now becoming someone else (according to him)).



i told him he was the only guy whom i had been with since i broke up from my doctor boyfriend (who treated sex like it was some germ infested activity. He wont even let us do any form of oral sex talk-less of going bare back with me. He had insisted we both do mandatory STD/HIV test every three months in his clinic. Only for him to cheat on me with a very popular slut who went as far as recording their sex).


"the bobo fuck up sha" was all he said after the briefing.


He asked me what "rimming was" (as i mentioned in our discussion) and i explained.



"that one mean say person suppose wash that place well well make  e over neat..... Before person go come chop shit" me casually said.



"the tin dey sweet?" He asked as he dried his body after me.



He was too honest in his inquisitiveness and I liked it.


We made our way to his room after our wash and he got me clean clothes from a basket which i declined (as i enjoyed sleeping naked just like him).



we laid on his bed and talked into the night.



I was already drifting into sleep when he nudged me gently to consciousness.



"you go like make i release again before we sleep?" he pleaded more than he asked.




i knew he wanted to fuck me again but didn't know how to ask me or speak his mind....perhaps he didn't want to offend me.




"you go lick my hole?" i asked...hoping he will refuse so i could sleep.



"you go gree me enter you if i lick am?" he asked jokingly.



"e depend on your performance" i replied lazily





"o boy...but you too sweet sha...your hole sweet pass woman toto sef" he said as he squeezed by cheeks playfully.



"you go lick am abi you no go lick am?"  I asked a bit harshly.



"oya bring am come....you go do my own?" he asked.



"do first" I said.



I could feel him adjusting himself on the bed as he said - "bros we go marry o....this kain level don pass be careful" he added sarcastically.



His rough hands began to caress my ass cheek and then, i felt it part. For some seconds, nothing seemed to happen and then the wetness of his tongue came. I hadn't been rimmed in "YEARS" so this was very new to me.


Dude could rim for the Olympics. He began to laugh at my moans because i was talking plenty nonsense.



I made us do a 69 position which gave us both the opportunity to eat our booty and suck our dicks with abundant relish.  He mounted me again...this time in the comfort of the bed and on a missionary position. One thing I loved about Aghogho is that he was very vocal during sex. He kept asking me - " why his babe wasn't as sweet as me" and - "if I can let him fuck me like 3 times a week".

I couldn't help laughing as he spoke while vandalising my man-pussy.


He took well over 45 minutes to cum (guess because he had cum earlier).  It was almost 3 in the morning before we finally went to bed.




I felt so sore in the morning that I couldn't walk properly. He took the day off to cater to me.



Later in the day as I left for my house, he was visibly shaken and avoided my gaze. I knew he didn't know how to show he was missing me.




Aghogho is proud of me and genuinely cherishes our friendship. He has our photo (after insisting we go to a studio) displayed on his electronic set. He claims to have stopped talking to his girlfriend (of which i have no hands inn) and has removed their photo.



His neighbour's now know me as his “brother” and have been exceptionally nice towards me. Where all this will lead to; only time will tell.







Written by
 A.B