THE UNEXPECTED

Believe me; i really don’t know what to call myself or someone like me. I don’t think am “gay" because i wasn’t born or consider myself one.



 Infact, i don’t do labels and I have strong reservations for names attached to people. I am of the opinion that people should just be people. Period!!!!

May I also point out that i am a man who takes his morals seriously so therefore, this story by no means depicts immorality.

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I met Femi (my best friend) when I was doing my PHD in the UK. We where the only black student our class and that was how we became acquainted. When we discovered we were both Nigerians, we had a sealed friendship.


Femi told me out rightly he was gay and i was cool with it even though i didn't understand how that works for him.

Apart from his sexuality, We had so much in common. He was a bright student and took his studies seriously. Also, Femi came from a very rich family and his father owned  properties (which he lived in one) in the UK.


Upon his request (and also to my advantage) i moved in with him. We became brothers and reading partners.  On few occasions, i joined him to gay bars and pubs in London and it was quite an interesting experience.



In the bars, A lot of men did hit on me like crazy and paid me tons of compliment ( on my physique and look). This often makes me wonder why female folks didn't find me strongly attractive as gay men did.

Eventually, we wrapped up our PHD programme and was back in Nigeria.




Femi and I still kept in touch. He was in Abuja and I was in Lagos. I couldn’t find any decent/well paying job and this depressed me greatly. Femi on the other hand found his feet almost immediately; thanks to his dads influence.



 Femi’s dad got him a contract and he asked me to come to Abuja to be part of it. I accepted his offer without question and in few days time, I was airborne to the FCT. Upon arrival, Femi was at the airport to receive me. He was in the company of a strikingly handsome guy who i thought at first looked familiar.  Femi introduced him to me as “his guy; Desmond" and I got the jerk.



As we walked to the car, Desmond was starring at me. At first, i assumed – “here goes another one".


But when he asked - “did you attend DMGS?” The sense of familiarity I had felt earlier became stronger.

“oga daddy cool” he called.


A strong nostalgic wave swept all over me as i recalled the name which once upon a lifetime,  had been attributed to me by my peers in secondary school.



From his look,  Desmond surely was much younger than myself therefore, it was likely he was my junior in school.


I was racking my brain trying to recall who he was and why his face was familiar when he finally said – “chibueze’s school son".



And it hit me like a ton of brick.




I screamed and took him in my arms.


I knew him as Iyke  (short form for ikechukwu) and not Desmond. Back then, he was this small, cute, fragile, quiet and soft spoken boy who was a school son to my close friend; Chibueze. He used to be so fond of me and was actually closer to me than he was to his school father (my friend).



Back then, i lived a rough life (I was a bad boy),  was a perfect in the school and also in SS3 (while he (iyke) was in jss1) . I took him under my wings as my younger brother and protected him from harm.


He confided in me that he had feelings for men and that so many guys in school (including my friend) wanted to have sex with him. Some had even gone as far as threatening him. I did my best to talk him out of believing he had feelings for men (which evidently didn’t work out) and took it upon myself to make sure nobody took advantage of his soft nature.




One time, During the school holidays, he invited me to his house and I met his family. I was crushing over one of his sister’s back then but she turned me down. After my senior WAEC,  I left for the North and lost contact with him and almost everyone from my secondary school.



Iyke hadn’t really changed much. He still had his softness (which was now most evident in his eyes); he now had facial hair which did nothing to hide his child-like face. Infact, they made him look like a child trying desperately to become an adult. He was still short although now chubby. From his physique, i could see he did some work out which gave him body a soft and fleshy muscular look that curved so finely on his stature.



We chatted all the way to Femi’s house as we reminisced over moments past.
Nothing seemed to change between iyke despite the time and space that had occured. He still seemed like the innocent fragile boy who needed protection ( despite his age) and I was ever ready to play the role of his guardian.



He confided in me about his relationship with Femi which I later got to find out was true. Staying with Femi made me realize he was a fantastic liar and a first class cheat.



It really did upset me to see how iyke will come over to the house after his close from work, clean, cook And Iron Femi’s clothes. Meanwhile, Femi on the other hand,  felt he was entitled to all the attention and was doing Iyke a favour. Anytime I try to talk to Femi about his behaviour, he will give the excuse of “it’s not like we’re going to get married".




 Knowing that Femi had multiple sex partners, i encouraged Iyke to go for  a HIV test. He was scared; but when i told him I will accompany him to the clinic, he had the  courage. Thankfully he was negative.


One day Iyke and Femi got into an argument (which was entirely Femi’s fault) and for several weeks, Iyke didn’t come around to visit us. I missed his company as well as his cooking but despite how I pleaded and persuade him to let go and come back, he didn’t seem to budge. He was genuinely fed up.



To my disappointment, Femi began inviting random gay men to start  cooking and cleaning. Everyone he brought tried making advances and passes towards me and this highly irritated me. Sometimes, Femi will have people over for orgies in the house (especially in the living room) and whenever they do, i will either lock myself in my room, take a walk or go to Iykes house to chill.

One day, while i was chilling in Iykes house, i could tell he was really hurt over the situation of his relationship with Femi so I urged him to come with me to the cinema at silver bird.


After seeing the movie, we took a taxi back to his house. But on the way home, the car broke down and we decided to walk the rest of the journey ( I insisted). As we walked on the dark lonely road chatting, Iyke idly slipped his hands into mine. I wasn’t offended or thought it bizarre. He was my brother and I liked him so holding his hand wasn't a big deal.



As we walked, it began to drizzle lightly and because i knew he is asthmatic, i had to take off my blazer to put over him. Few moments later, it began to rain heavily so we had to run to a road side empty store for shelter.



As we stood under the zinc shelter away from the rain, i saw a pile of wood stacked up so I asked Iyke to take seat but he refused. After he'd reminded me of my bad foot (which was still healing from a sprain) and the tight shoe which i wore, i agreed to sit down. There was just enough space for one person to sit so I asked him to sit on my leg. At first he hesitated but I insisted so he complied.




When he sat on my right thigh, his bum felt like a pillow. He flung  his left hands over my shoulder and we continued talking. As we spoke, i could feel his fingers caress my shoulder and back. After a while, i asked him what he was doing and he told me he loved my solid body.



Because i work out alot , i assumed it was just compliment. A while later,I could feel him shiver and hear him wheeze silently. When I asked him if he was cold, he said he was fine (which was a lie). I decided to wrap my arms round him to give him body heat and that was where things seemed to get out of hand.



Iyke suddenly broke down and began to cry so bad. In all sincerity, it tore my chest apart hearing him sob uncontrollably. When I managed to calm him down, i asked him what was the matter and he told me How he longed to be held by someone who loves him the way I did. He told me no one has cared for him like me and he had been looking for me all these years. I assured him I’ll do my best for him and I wasn’t going anywhere.




After a long silence, He asked me if he could make a request. And i told him if its something humanly possible; I would without hesitation.



Looking into my eyes with his very innocent gentle eyes, he asked me to kiss him.




My heart stopped.



I hadn’t kissed a man before  and At the same time, i didn’t want to hurt him. I was trying to find the right words to explain that i couldn't do such when he got up from my leg and started giving himself several slaps on the face as he called himself– “shameless and worthless” .



My heart broke to pieces seeing him do such an act to himself. I shouted at him to stop. I won’t go into details here but  this dude has passed through too much from a young age. Seeing him hurt and cursing himself made my spirit sick.  I grabbed him and held him close to my chest as he sobbed.




As he kept repeating “Am tired" it seemed i was the only one in the world who understood and could save him. If Any one was most deserving of love in my honest opinion, would be him. He was kind, gentle and had such a big heart right from his jss1.



“What is such a big deal in kissing Iyke?” I asked myself. Damming all thoughts in my head, i took his face in my hands, looked him in the eye and kissed him on his lip. At first there was no tongue.. just a pressing of my lips on his. It was when our lips touched the second time that it became something else.



We began kissing deeply as if we were lovers as our hands roamed all over our body. He unzipped my shirt and my trousers so quickly that before i could stop him, i could already feel the warmth of his soft palms embrace my penis.



I told him i couldn’t do this but I lost my voice as his mouth found my nipples. Waves of sweet sensation electrocuted my senses as he sucked on each nipple one after the other. Just when i felt i couldn't endure the pleasure, his mouth was on my penis. How he was able to take my 6.2 inch thick and 9.8 inch long dick down his throat completely is something that will ever remain a wonder to me.



I could hear strange noises escaping from my mouth which I neither could understand nor control as my head began to spin clock wise and anti clockwise simultaneously.


By the time I could gather my scattered thoughts and pull myself to consciousness, Iykes naked back was  on my bare body and my prick cap was just passed his rectum.


I could feel his ass hole muscle squeeze my dick cap as he was guiding me inside his hole while edging closer to me.



“Iyke please stop this” I begged him as inch after inch of my dick sank into the moistness of his very soft warm hole. Once all my penis finally disappeared into his ass hole, i gave up begging. I just felt my hand grab the tender flesh of his soft muscled chest as i began to own him.



The cold wind from the rain blew on us as it poured down heavily. In all my life, I have never heard someone moan in ecstasy like Iyke did. He truly moaned and called my name ( which I kept answering to as i drove my cock deeper into his stomach).




His hole was so sweet....far sweeter than any vagina 've ever had. As i fucked him, i knew for certain I was hooked on him and his soft ass hole.




I bent him over the pile of wood and fucked him with all my heart. As I drilled him, he began to moan and tell me he was cuming. I didn’t understand how that was possible cos his both hands where placed In front of him on the wooden wall for support. He began to moan hard as his whole body shook violently. In that instance, his ass muscle grabbed my cock with such force that i lost control instantly. I felt the entire content of my balls flush down into his hole.




In all my years of having sex, never for once had I experienced such universal shattering climax. I grabbed him and cried out in ecstacy as i released the last drop of my sperm into his super sweet hole.




I was still catching my breath and enjoying the soaking sensation of my cock in his sperm occupied hole when he turned around and passionately kissed me. I saw myself kiss him back more. In all honesty, i was grateful for such amazing climax.


Few minutes after we just finished fucking, the rain automatically stopped.



Now dressed up, we continued our walk home as his hand once again, slid into mine.





We fucked again that night. My dick for some reason couldn’t seem to have enough. I would have gone an extra round but Iyke told me he needed to rest so I let him be.



I don’t know if it’s normal but I don’t have a single sexual attraction for any guy except Iyke. Anytime I see him my heart and dick will just go mad.



Femi doesn't know am now with Iyke. To him, am still 100% heterosexual. He doesn’t deserve a guy like Iyke And it’s his loss.




Also, Iyke introduced me to this blog as well as gay porn. He's asked me to share this story with you first before he can allow me fuck him this night  (as he is lying next to me): therefore I have done that.






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