HOW IT STARTED FOR ME

Three years ago, after many years of job hunting, i finally got a job in an IT company  in Lagos.



Work wasn't much fun because most (if not all) of my colleagues where much younger than myself (am in my 40s and my colleagues where in their 20s) . Not like it mattered to me but i was evidently the odd one out. My direct supervisor (who was far younger than me) was a typical BITCH and saw it as sports to use me as an example to display the authority of her position. After all, i was the oldest so who was the perfect target if power needed to be exercised? ME!!!!





I couldn't resign. Not in the state of the country and the everlasting wait i had undergone before i got the job.



I couldn’t get along with anyone. These younglings where rude, spoilt and outright disrespectful.  All i did was stay on my lane, mind my business and do my damn job.




My company had a training as well as a meet and greet party for all our sister branches world wide in south Africa and some staff from my company where selected to attend. Miraculously, i happened to be among the selected few.



Cape town was gorgeous but as usual, i was a lone ranger. During the dinner party, a very tall handsome man seemingly not much older than myself gave a welcome speech and from his speech, i got to know he was once a general supervisor over all the west African branches and now was a director.  His salary no doubt would have been staggering. As he spoke, i looked at him with deep admiration and wished i had his life.





After his speech, I was busy minding my business and drinking my champagne when a deep smooth voice said “excuse me". Turning around, i almost had a heart attack. It was the man who had just given the speech. He offered me a hand shake and i bowed and shook his hands. He seemed clearly embarrassed at my gesture but i didn't care.




“i don't think we have met" he said with a soft smile.


I didn't waste a second to introduce myself.



Sensing my nervousness, he told me to calm down. And all i could do was laugh like an idiot and apologised. He told me he had noticed i was alone all evening and asked if he could keep me company.

I just opened my mouth.... Completely dumb founded.



Was i hearing right????




I told him he was most welcome.



He asked if i would like to take a walk with him and i was relieved at his suggestion. Crowds and noise weren't my thing. If not that my stupid supervisor was around and was watching my team like a hawk, i would have just stayed in my room.





We walked out into the open cold crisp air and sat on a marble slab beside a fountain.  The noise from the busy city could be heard from a distance as the water of the fountain danced to a symphony coming from a hidden speaker somewhere.





He asked me questions about myself including my private life and i answered honestly. He also shared his story with me on how he persevered to get to his position as well as how he survived and gathered the pieces of his life after a bitter divorce. At first i didn't know if it was depression or loneliness that made him give this too much information; but all the same, i listened.





As we spoke, a waiter was carrying bottles of champagne with glasses to the hall of the event and Leslie stopped him and collected a big bottle. How we ended up drinking everything is something am yet to figure out  . At a point, i felt my bladder was about to burst and i wanted to urinate. I excused myself and told him i would be back immediately.


As i walked into a nearby gents and began to urinate, Leslie came beside me, brought out his penis and started to urinate. Instinctively, i looked at his cock but immediately caught myself and looked away when i remembered who he was. He laughed and said "feel free to compare" you are much bigger.



Maybe it was the alcohol that got me because Hearing him say this, made me to look at his penis properly.





To the best of my knowledge, it is not a big deal for guys (straight) to compare their penises so i took it as one of those things.




Leslie was already erect. His dick was long and black like the rest of his body.



“not bad" i said.



"mhen you are big" he complimented as he grabbed my penis while i was still urinating. I just laughed. I didn't find it offensive that he held my penis. On several occassions my friends have grabbed my dick because they where in awe of it. Also, hearing  compliments of my dick was something i was very much used to. I smiled in appreciation and thanked him.







"lets go to my room so we could talk more and i could have  a better look of that big cock". He said with a wink.





Honestly, nothing "gay" came to my mind. Instead, it was breaking ethics i was concerned about.


“was it rude to refuse his invite or were we now actual friends for real?” i thought to myself. I was still contemplating when the lift opened and we where walking through an exotic corridor. Obviously this was a different floor for V.I.Ps.




We got to a door which he unlocked and once we stepped in, my jaw dropped. The room was massive and luxurious. He told me to feel free as he undressed and stepped into the bathroom.




I stripped down to my boxers and was feeling dizzy from the alcohol. We where still talking about work and Leslie was telling me about opportunities he thought i should take in our company.



In the course of our discussion i drifted off to sleep. What woke me up was a sweet sensation i felt on my dick. I opened my eyes to see Leslie sucking me. To be sincere, i had never felt anything thing as sweet as what i felt that day. I enjoyed it so much that i didn't want him to stop. I began to thrust into his mouth deeper and deeper while he fingered my ass hole with a cream whose fragrance smelt so nice. Nobody has ever done such to me before and it felt so good in a weird way.





In a short while, he was over me and we where kissing while his dick was already deep inside my ass.



I don't know if it was the alcohol or lust that took over my senses because i saw myself opening my ass so wide for him to fuck as we kissed like crazy. He was wanking my dick while fucking me as i was fingering his ass hole like mad.



In the heat of the passion, he started grunt and shake and i felt him release his sperm in my hole. He came too quick... just when i was enjoying everything. I held his waist with one hand urging him to keep fucking me while i took over masturbating my dick with the other hand but unfortunately, i couldn't cum despite my dick was so charged that it ached pretty bad.




We kissed for a while and then i had to go to toilet to pass out his sperm. While in the toilet, my dick was still hard and all i could think about was putting it inside a hole.



He had just fucked me, so it was only fair i returned the favour.




I cleaned up and got into the bed room. He was lying face down still naked. His dark hairless and smooth skin seemed to glow in the dim light.




I spanked his bare soft ass and told him to wake up because i wanted my turn.



“how can he fuck me and sleep without me having my own share?”



I grabbed the cream he used on me (which was lying on the bed), rubbed some on my dick and used some to finger his hole.




I was more than happy when he raised his ass up and opened his hole for me to enter. Without wasting time, i began to penetrate him.



My dick cap is big and it must have hurt him because he screamed in pain once it pierced through his hole. He told me to stop but it was too late for that. I held him down and kept pushing deeper and deeper into his tight warm anus. Because he kept protesting, I laid flat on his back, held him tight and gradually, in no time, all my complete 10 inches dick was inside him.



I started fucking vagina since i was 13 years but NEVER in my whole 42 years of living have i felt a hole so sweet, tight, deep and juicy like a man's hole. It felt like the world ended inside his hole. At first, Leslie was grunting in pain but later, he started to moan “fuck me baby....o fuck me”. Hearing another man moaning because of my rod was beyond exciting. I began doing many things (thrust techniques) to hear how his moans changed to the rythm of my thrusting. I don't know how long i fucked him but i was certain i went nothing less than 3 rounds that night (mostly because of the alcohol and the sweetness of his hole).






When i had fucked to my satisfaction, i slept off on his back with my dick buried in his sperm filled hole. The creamy sensation was out of description. I was totally spent and drained of cum and energy.






We both woke up late the next morning and though i  was limping slightly, poor Leslie could barely walk. I laughed and teased him all through the day.  He tried defending himself saying that “ he was not prepared”.





Because he was making excuses and arguing with me, i demanded a re-match and he immediately declined. We was such a weakling.





We had ate and got chauffeured round the city for site seeing. We also went shopping and bought each other things (although his where more expensive)







I spent 3 more days after my supposed day of departure and we fucked twice. Eventually, i came back to Nigeria and in less than a month, i was attending managerial trainings. I visited Leslie in his home in Nairobi and was stunned at his residence. He introduced me his big friends who are into “the stuff" ( man to man action) and it has sort of opened my eyes to a new world.





Leslie loves me too much and i do too. But i don't know how he would feel if i get married to a woman... am even afraid to bring up the topic because he is too emotional.

Maybe i will just have kids and be no woman's husband.




Written by
Ben