THE STRANGER AT JAM MEGA FEST

It was 2006 and i had just rounded up my final year exams. I had loads of time to kill and the last thing I wanted was to go back to my folks and be subjected to their ever watchful eyes.


my room mate (who happens to be gay as well and the very out going type) informed me he was leaving for Abuja. I hadn't visited Abuja at the time and I have been hearing loads of stories about the city and its gay life...I couldn't tag along with my friend (room mate) because he was about his own business and I didn't know who he was going to visit...most of all, I was as broke as a snapped tooth pick. I couldn't afford to eat 3 square meals a day talk-less of embarking on a trip.



it seemed as if fate was on my side because a day to when my friend was to leave for the FCT, it so happened someone I had met a long time ago on manjam who has been on my case forever and was based in Abuja called me. The reason why I have never gone to visit him was because I have never been the type to travel in the name of "market", "man" or "flex". Hell, I didn't even visit relatives in other states.



anyways, Mr man (whom I will call Eddy) called me from the blues after a long silence to give me the ultimatum of either becoming his sworn enemy or accept his "final" request to visit Abuja. According to him; "even if it is to see my face".


Seemed like the prefect opportunity no doubt... but I didn't have the money to make a trip and wasn't the type to ask. Good thing he pressured me to the point I opened up about my financial situation.



surprisingly, he asked if he could send me recharge cards to sell at a vendor   and use the money as transport:  I didn't object his offer and In few minutes time he had sent a generous amount of recharge cards that was way more than enough for just transport fare. I sold the cards, bought my ticket, fed, did some clothes shopping and packed a suitcase.



very early the next morning my room mate and I was on our way to Abuja. the journey seemed to last forever and when we finally arrived, my host (who had been calling me almost every hour and nearly ran down my phone battery ) was waiting for me at the park.


upon seeing him, I knew he was an "aunty" and am sure he too could tell that the masculinity he saw on my photos weren't as imposing as it was in real life; nevertheless we seemed to have a friendship bond already as we hugged and laughed to the idea of finally seeing.



my room mate boarded a taxi after bidding me farewell and my host helped me put my bag in the trunk and off we drove into the city.


I was indeed mesmerized at the ambiance of the city. it was really captivating and instantly I knew this was the right place for me to live.


Once we got to his house located somewhere in Wuse, he made me food, showed me the bathroom and as well my bedroom. I knew for a fact we didn't find each other sexually attractive therefore, there was no need to douche or prepare. it was more like a big sister (him) and small girl (me) friendship and without wasting time we started gossiping about men and all sorts.



He let me rest for the night and the next day, took me round town. He urged me stay longer as to find opportunities for myself ( now I had finished my education and was about getting into the real world ) and I completely agreed with him.


Come Monday, my host was back to work and Abuja became so boring. All I did all day was look out my bedroom window at the city (he stayed at the 6th floor) and psyche myself it had a lot to offer me.


Can I also mention that my host rarely stayed at home? dude was perpetually in one of his "girl friends house /company" who lived in a flamboyant apartment with his onyibo boyfriend in the posh environment of Maitama. So I was basically at home day inn day out...that is if my host didn't take me out.

Days passed quickly and the weekend came. It was JAM MEGAFEST; a Christian music festival which is annually hosted by HOTR ( house on the rock) and my host and his squad attended (also carrying me along).


the venue was at eagle square and it was filled with people. I was surprised to see familiar faces (gays of course) I knew at school and obviously looking queer men and boys in their cliques and squads.



Because there was an age difference between my host and I, I really didn't blend well with his cliques (as they all where the "madams" and "society ladys" of Abuja while I was just a passing out student).



few hours into the event, my friend informed me "they" were leaving (obviously not to his house). He asked me if I had money for taxi to go home and I said "yes"; with a "call me if you need anything", he waved bye and drove off.


I wasn't ready to go back home so I decided to go back and look for the people that where familiar to at least have some company. Sadly, I couldn't seem to find any of them as they had left the area I had seen them last.


Now all alone, I decided to go home. As I was walking to the main road, I stopped at a vendor to buy some snacks and this tall well dressed man walked up to me and asked if I had change as the vendor had refused selling to him due to his high single naira note currency. I told the stranger not to bother; and out of my own good will, I volunteered to pay for whatever he wanted to buy.




He thanked me but insisted to pay me back; that was how we got into an argument Which led to a conversation. He told me his name was Suleiman and when I asked what he did, he replied "am a pastor".



it was all confusing to me. I saw him clutch a subha (Islamic prayer bead) so definitely, he was Muslim. I asked for further explanations as to "how" he was a pastor and he laughed. With a smile, he told me he was an imam...an equivalent to what I understood as "pastor". This really cracked me up because I never thought as much. As I laughed, I noticed how he watched me in a very alluring way.



"what is it?" I asked...feeling quite uncomfortable with his stare.



"don't worry" he said as he looked away.


"talk to me....what is on your mind?" I urged him.



He opened his mouth as if to say something and shut it again.



two young guys walked up to him and bowed so lowly as they greeted him. They maintained their position while  he asked them questions ...(all in Hausa vernacular). He gave them few naira notes and they thanked him profusely. This happened like 4 times with diffrent people in the course of the night. It seemed like every Muslim in that arena knew him.



I was already getting fond of his company because he made me laugh and I liked him. But i noticed when i laughed, his stare became quite intense as if he was either studying me or something..


"you must tell me why you keep looking at me in a funny way when I laugh" I demanded.


"are you sure you want to know?" he asked as he looked at me slightly sternly.


There was something about this mans aura that pulled me to him like a magnet . I knew it wasn't his almost towering height or striking Fulani features that graced his very dark skin; No; it wasn't his sense of humor or clear command of English that made me feel soft in his presence...I just couldn't tell.



"has anyone told you.....has any one told you how charming your laughter is?" he said quite frankly.


I stood in shock.





" Did this man just compliment me?"



I was confused, shy, happy, suspicious along side every other emotions. He smiled as he said -"don't let it get into your head...if it hasn't. And don't pretend you are not fed up of hearing such". He began strolling away but my feet couldn't move.


stopping in his track, he turned around and beckoned me to come along.



"stop acting like some little school girl" he teased as I caught up with him.



Either this man held a PHD in wooing or he was just naturally sweet. I had fallen for him.




He thought me a lot about islam and no doubt was he a man of spiritual depth and insights. One thing led to another and I think I must have asked him if imams observe celibacy like the priests in the Christian faith that led to us discussing about sex.




Suleiman was as blunt and raw as bunt and raw could ever be. How this deep spiritual man could be indecent was something that sparked volcanoes in me.



but one thing that really turned me off in our discussion was that of extreme sex. He casually mention skat sex and how the poop is meant to be solid and not watery. From the way he sounded, it was either he did such or wouldn't mind doing such (this killed my raging erection).




I finally got exhausted and wanted to leave the event but I also didn't want to go home alone. Suleiman had already captivated me and i wanted him to come home with me. when I suggested he joins me. He, at first said it was disrespectful to my host... (i had told him i was visiting). But I assured him there wouldn't be a problem, he agreed.




"Do you have a big dick?" I asked him as we walked to where we could find a taxi and he replied - "maybe" and later added- "you know am Fulani right?"



We decided to keep walking because we couldn't find any taxi at that hour. As we walked, i touched Suleiman’s cock and OH MY was it a hand full. He was not completely soft so i could feel his pipe properly. He grabbed my bum and squeezed it with a wriggle as he said “nice".



It was dark and the road was bare so we managed to steal kisses.




Just when i was “in the heat of the mood" Suleiman suddenly stopped and told me to wait. His instincts  seemed to have picked up something. There was not a soul or vehicle in sight;  Just as i was about to ask him what the matter was, a car light appeared from a distance and began approaching us. It was a mobile police truck.



How on earth did he see them coming ??????



The truck pulled up and 2 officers came down. They asked us to identify ourselves. I had my school ID and he had some sort of ID on him as well which we presented to them. One of the police officers asked us to “shake body”. Suleiman brought out few naira notes and handed to one. But the second officer started behaving aggressive and cursing under his breath as he dug his hand into my pocket. I had N5,000 on me cash and he took it all. I began to protest but Suleiman begged the officer to pardon me as he urged me to be quiet. To my horror, the officer said he can shoot me at the spot and claim i was a thief and nobody will do shit.




Eventually, they drove off. I had been robbed and couldn't do anything about it. I was so angry. Suleiman tried to cheer me up as he put his arms round my neck and promised to reimburse me my money.






 Eventually, we made it home in one piece.


He asked for the bathroom and i showed him. After a moment, he emerged, prayed and stripped down to his briefs ( He had a lovely swim build with little or no fat on it and i was amazed that a man of his age could have such body) and joined me in bed.





I still was moody because of the incident with the police officers and when he asked what he could do to cheer me up, i gave no reply. He tried tickling me but i didn't like it. He then put his hands around me and cuddled me while telling me he understood how i felt. He went on to peck my cheek and then gently turning my face to meet his, he kissed me but i didn't really respond. He slowly let his hands into my shirt and began caressing my body as he licked my neck. In as much as i wasn't happy, my dick was in full jubilation. As his fingers gently brushed my nipples, i  couldn't resist jerking in a sensational shock.





he had a big grin on his face when he noticed I jerked as his fingers brushed my nipples. He tried it again but this time, the sensation wasn't as electrifying as it was initially ( and he noticed). I guess he must have felt challenged that he couldn't repeat the magic because he tried it another couple of times (each one becoming more boring than the last) before he raised my shirt and began sucking my nipples.




Now; that got me.




 Because my nipples are so sensitive especially when a mouth is on it,  I couldn't fake the pleasure nor resist moaning. I watched my body succumb to becoming an audience to his performance.


Am sure he was so proud of himself and wanted to out do his performance because he really came for me. As he sucked my nipples, his right hand slowly slid under my naked back and lifted me to his body while giving the feeling of being carried. His left hand ran all through my chest, played with my other nipples, stroked my dick, caressed my face and just as I felt it couldn't get any better, his fingers slid into my mouth....and boy o boy did I suck them.




I don't know how my briefs completely came off because when I was able to grasp a bit of consciousness from the severe pleasure, I noticed they had disappeared and I had opened my legs so wide for his fingers that were now buried inside my anus. Suleiman had used my saliva to lubricate his fingers so he could finger fuck me. My cock was seriously throbbing and oozing pre-cum....I tried to reach for his dick but some how, he wouldn't let me stroke it for long...his dick was so fat and long. a true satisfying machine. A confirmed ass demolisher.



Suleiman fingered my ass hole like it was a vagina. He dug his fingers so-so deep inside and began to flick his finger on something inside my anus that made me vibrate from head to toe. That was the first time I ever saw my ass hole discharge clear liquids that looked like precum. the quantity was excess to the point my entire ass was soaked and began making loud slurpy noises.



HE MADE ME WET!!!!!!




 He began kissing me as he changed the rhythm of his fingering. If I could faint, I would have done so a thousand times.



"do you have a condom?" he whispered in my ear. Thankfully I had bought a packet of rough rider condom from school just incase i had to have sex with my host.




In a split second he was already sheathing his sword while i laid on my back with my legs raised in glorious hallelujah.




NEVER have i ever attempted taking such monster looking dick like his but i didn't care. I craved to be fucked so badly that i could have given up anything and everything if asked at that instance.


In all my years of bottoming, this was the very first time i didn't feel a pinch; not to talk of a scratch of pain when penetrated. Suleiman’s dick literally dropped into my hole. How he managed to make my ass hole so loose, wet and opened till this day remains a mystery that baffles me.




He fucked me to all the planets and back without a space ship. First time ever i came multiple times in a row and didn't feel the urge to stop. I wanted it to last forever.





“can i cum on your face?” he asked as my legs rested on his solid shoulders while he humped ....body sweating , mouth opened with  his tongue slightly out...no doubt he was loving every moment inside my occupied hole.




“as you wish daddy” i moaned.



With a slow long deep kiss, he expressed his gratitude for granting his request and changed the rythm and the position (slightly) of his fucking. The aroma of my sperm, our body heat, sweat and testosterone was so strong that it was almost choking. Even though the room was cold and the air conditioner was on full blast, we both where soaking in sweat.





“Its coming baby....its coming.....aaaahhhhhhh yesss....yesss....ohhhh yessssss"
He groaned as he quickly yanked off the condom and began giving me world class facials. Jet after jet of thick sperm landed on my face as he used his fat dick cap to rub on my lips.




“i wish you swallowed" he giggled as he kissed me on my lips (not minding his cum) and collapsed beside me.



“such a relief.....so amazing......i hope you enjoyed it?” he asked as he catched his breath.



All i could think about was – “ how many guys has this man fucked?.....is this how he goes around looking for preys? .......he must be a crowned slut to be this good......is this how good he fucks strangers?”





“What is going through your mind?” he asked.... his tone of voice changing. “and don't give me that nothing crap”.





“errmmmmm......how many guys have you done this with?” i asked.




“hey....hey....don't just start okay!!!! Because i should be the one asking you. Is this your house? Do you live in Abuja? Is this how you bring strangers to your space to fuck?” he sounded like a completely different person. The coldness in his voice was so mean it made me shrink.




“don't just go there with me....am not what you take me for. Far from it” he was clearly pissed and angry.



Without him asking, i told him how this was my first time ever leaving school and how i have only had 3 sexual partners all my life (all exes at the time) , how my host is also bottom and how we haven't even kissed.


After i have finished explaining my entire life as to not be taken in such context, all he said was – “let me believe you".





He told me how he'd been in Saudi Arabia for many years (to learn Arabic and for religious purposes) and how he was lured into same sex practice by another imam. According to him – “you have no clue how extreme these guys are sexually”




When i asked if the skat sex he mentioned earlier was one of the exreme things they did, he took a deep sigh and said “yes".



“since i came to Nigeria i have kept to myself” he added.

“when did you come to Nigeria?” i questioned.




“that is over 6 years ago" he answered.



“so you have not had sex in 6 years? Let me believe you” i replied.



Seemed my response ticked him off once again cos his anger surfaced.





“i am a man of faith. I don't lie" he warned rather than said.



I looked at his python looking dick lying on his thighs and all i could think of was another round. After all i didn't feel any pain so why not take the chance?



I got ontop of him and began kissing him. He asked me when last i had sex and i told him.


“so you want to use me to make up for the 7 months?” he teased. His charming self resurfacing.



To my delight, he got hard quickly. He asked me if we could go bareback. I was scared because even my ex-boyfriends always went protected.




He told me he only had bareback sex with the man who converted him and that was ages ago and wanted to get that feeling again. He swore with his prayer beads that he was disease free and everything he had told me was truth.



He asked me to be honest to whatever is holy i believed inn in regards to all i had told him and i gave my word. The only time i did bareback sex was in secondary school and it was just twice with my school father. I had ran a test few weeks before and it all came out negative and truly speaking, i wanted to feel that creamy spermy sensation in my hole again.



Clearly, we both where sceptics on whether or not we could go bareback but as i stroked his massive meat on my super wet ass crack, he asked me to get a condom. Honestly, that was the last thing i remembered  because in the very next instant, i was grinding him with all my might. By the time it occurred to me that i was getting fucked raw, Suleiman began to moan and groan as he sat up and began kissing me like my mouth was some life support. He squeezed me so tight to the point he shivered uncontrollably and suddenly, i felt it rushing into me like a river. Juice of the richest quality and quantity filling me up with vitality and nourishment.





We stayed in that position for a long time before we disengaged. We took our bath and slept off. By the time i woke up, he was gone. I saw several missed calls and text messages on my phone. They were all from him.




He had to leave early for an appointment. Also, he sent an address and asked me come as from 4:30pm when he would be home so that he could fulfil his promise of reimbursing me the N5,000 The officers stole from me.





I washed the bed sheets cos it was soiled with sperm, sweat and ass juice. As i washed, it occurred to me that Suleiman fucked me with his extra large cock without using lubricant. The more i thought about it, the more i wanted him inside me again.




I later left for his house at about 5pm and i saw him. He introduced me to his elder brother (who actually owned the house) and he was very hospitable. We all ate together from one plate and his brother gave me N10,000 as a compensation for what happened (me getting robbed).





Their living room was adorned with photos of many imams (which he showed off proudly to me). I also saw a massive picture of Suleiman dressed in white regalia as he clutched a prayer bead with hands opened in an Islamic prayer style and all around the portrait frame where engraved Arabic words. He showed me the photo of the man who converted him...a cold faced old Arab man with huge grey beards and the most bushy eye brow ever. I could have sworn this man wasn't remotely gay if not that Suleiman told me.





After spending a bit of time, i left for my friends house and he saw me off. He was leaving the next morning for jigawa and by the time he would've been back, i would definitely be back to base. He urged me to come visit his brother (,even in his absence) Any time so as to be more acquainted with his family. He also informed me that he had an office inside the central mosque and encouraged me to visit anytime i was around.





Before he left, we kissed for the longest time and he asked me to forgive him for not having the strength to fuck me (according to him, “i had exhausted him”)




It wasn't up to 5 minutes he left my host came home. Thank goodness the building consists of several blocks of flats; so, there was no way of my host telling he was coming from his house.





“you missed oo...there was hot man i saw coming out of the building....chai...he is a real man..tall...resemble fulani. You know those people carry big prick ....hmmmm....” my host said excitedly.




“you should have said hello nah" i pretended to join the conversation.



“i did oh...but he didn't answer me. He was just squeezing his face as if am some sort of devil" my host added.



I simply smiled to myself.




Strangely, i have completely forgotten about Suleiman until July 2018. Such is life.

By j. Alex