THE HOTEL STEWARD ENCOUNTER

I have this white friend i met online who i have been chatting for over 5 years.







we had great  chemistry and it was nothing sexual (Guess it was because he was bottom like me). 







Though he was Older than me with just 3 years, he had done so much much for himself. He had a passion for charity and it took him round the globe .








Also, My family knew him because of  the gifts he often sends. One day while we were chatting on Skype, he spotted my Cousin; Depriye whom I  shared my room with.











 Depriye who is my maternal cousins, was every inch a hunk even though he was brought from the village. He was too shy and a man of little or no words perhaps because he stammered rather too badly.





 (Maybe that’s why he took extra attention to his physical appearance and was compensated by God with a dick meant for 3 men).









 I admired so much but couldn't do anything sexual with him. My white friend  (who i will call Joe ) begged me to hook him up with my cousin and  i did.








My cousin knew I was gay (even though we don't discuss my sexuality) because in time past, some of my gay friends have tried wooing him ( all to no avail). Because he wasn't a stranger to gay men coming for him,telling him Joe fancied him didnt come as a surprise.







   All i told my him was -" play your card well".










Joe had the patience of a saint. He would call Depriye   on Skype and on phone and would calmly listen to him as he struggled with his words. Over time eventually, both of them became very  good friends.








One night while I was trying to sleep, Depriye was using my laptop to Skype with Joe. From the angle I laid on the bed, I could clearly see what was going on-on the laptop screen and what my cousin was up to due to the light coming from the laptop.






  From where i laid in the darkness, i could clearly see Joe (on Skype video ) .. he was only in his underwear  and his flexing his beautiful muscled toned body for  Depriye (who also was a body builder). My cousin  commended his body and started laughing over something Joe must have said ( which I didnt hear) .











 Joe left briefly and returned. This time, butt naked and holding a dildo. First he sucked it deep throat and then he inserted it into his ass while Depriye watched with full concentration.







As Joe kept plunging the dildo into his fresh pink hole very nice and easy, my cousin stammered - “i will like to put my dick inside”. 










I didn’t hear what Joe replied but I guessed he must have asked  to see my cousins dick because Depriye looked nervously at the bed where i laid But because the room was dark  (save only the light from the laptop), he couldn’t see my slightly opened eyes.












 Thinking I was asleep, He stood up, rubbed his solid body rather stupidly than sexually and then sticking his hands into his boxers (which he only wore), he struggled for some seconds and eventually, brought out his dick .








 What I saw petrified me .







He was extremely hung.









 I could see Joe’s face on the computer screen. He also, was stunned with a dropped jaw. He couldn’t believe what his eyes where seeing.









 Joe began to furiously fucked his ass with the dildo as my cousin equally tugged his meat hard as he kept moaning “yes baby" silently into the head phone.












 Not long after, he came on his hands and left for the toilet to clean up.






 While he left, i quickly ran to the laptop and gave my friend a thumbs up for job well done and we both laughed. I quickly resumed my pretentious sleeping position as to not get caught.







 Few Months later, Joe informed me he was coming to Nigeria to see my cousin and it was a suprise visit . At this time, he had gotten deep into my cousins skin. Depriye seemed a changed man. The once isolated quiet man became so cheerful and bubbly that  my mum and siblings  suspected he had found a girlfriend and was in love.


( If only they knew).









 Joe arrived Nigeria and I went to pick him up from the airport. I took him to eko Le'meridian Hotels where he had already paid for his lodge and once  he got settled, he asked me to call Depriye .









 I knew my cousin would be at one of my parents shop so i called him and lied  that one of my mother’s client Wanted us to come get some supplies for the shop and she was at eko hotels.  I told him he should take a cab Immediately because she was leaving lagos in few hours and he told me he was on his way.







 I was waiting at the reception to get him ( as well as save the receptionist the stress of understanding what he will be trying to say due to his stuttering).








 When he arrived, he was smartly dressed as usual and his muscle body was well defined under his body hugging shirt. I told him the items where in the customers room and was too heavy. We got into the elevator and walked to the room.





As i  knocked (to let Joe know we had arrived), opened the door and stepped in, Joe who  was hiding  in the toilet,  sneaked up behind Depriye and attemped to close his eyes as to make him guess who he was.






 Startled, my cousin with the speed of a cat, frightfully leaped away and in the process, swung  his hand in a back hand slap which struck Joe sending him crashing on the dressing table.








 I stood there in horror but Joe only laughed. Depriye at this time, seemed to recognise who he was and leaped into his arms. Both of them hugged so tight and laughed. My cousin said he thought he was a ritualist. (Imagine the idiot). 








Joe took my cousins face in his hands, looked him in the eye as they  really grinned like mischievous kids .





As both men stood sheepishly  smiling and looking into each others eyes, Joe pecked him on his lips and Depriye just stood staring at him. Joe kissed him again but this time, they were several slow pecks on his lips and then it became  real kisses.









 At first, it seemed Joe was doing the kissing but after a while, Depriye responded. Very slowly yet; passionately. Joe’s hands was already caressing his crotch while my cousins hands was inside his trousers feelings his fresh onyibo nyash.










 I gave a slight cough and told them I was going to look around so they could have their moments As i left for the bar.











 I was at the bar for nearly 2 hours and my phone battery was about dying. Guessing I had given them enough time to steam off , i made my way to the room. Having the key, i let myself in. The room oozed of cum and testosterone but both men where no where to be found.









I was about dialing my cousin to ask where they went when I heard loud moans coming from the toilet.







REALLY!!!!!!!  They weren’t done ?









 To say i was jealous was an understatement.









 Almost 45 minutes later, both men came out from the bathroom. Obviously they had both showered. Depriye had to get back to the shop while i stayed back in the hotel room.







 Joe was knackered and had called the room service to get fresh towels and bed sheets. I was horny as fuck and needed to get laid. Even joe pitied me and encouraged me to  call someone over and use the room. As if madam bad luck was aware of my situation, everyone i called wasn’t available.










Either they claimed too busy, gave attitude or requested I cover their transportation.(  That is something I would never do especially in a place like lagos ).









 I resolved to calling one of my gay sisters to complain/ gossip and while I was on the phone, i heard a knock on the door. I went to answer and it was the room service. He was a middle aged man, bald and had very black skin. Joe had already dozed off from the rigorous flogging.






 With my phone to my ear, i used my free to direct the room service personnel  that the towel was needed in the bathroom and he should drop the sheets on chair .






To privatise my conversation with my friend, i Immediately switched into  my native language . I began to gossip about my cousin conversion as well as how big his dick was, his horse stamina and how Joe has been knackered from a sex that lasted hours.









 It took me some couple of minutes to notice the room attendant was sort of loitering doing nothing.









 I asked my friend on the phone to hold on as to find out what was the matter with the steward.









 “yes?” i asked.









 “errmmmmm...oga happy Thursday” he spoke in my dialect as he smiled revealing sparking white teeth.









 I was confused for a moment ..And then my heart summersaulted .










 Did he just just speak my native language?????









 Now I come from a "not so popular" tribe in Nigeria so therefore, it was quite a unique coincidence to run into someone who spoke the same language.










 It took me few seconds to comport myself. At first I wanted to panick but when I remembered that he didn't know me from Adam, I just assumed his sudden wannabe familiarity was simply because we spoke the same language . Maybe he was indirectly asking for  tips.








 Although i was irritated, I tried not to show it. Politely, i told him i didn’t have naira that he should come later.









 “when?” he asked (still in my dialect) .









 “tommorrow” i said.. hoping he gets the jerk he was dismissed.









 He told me he will be coming around for the room service the following morning and Before he left, he offered me a hand shake which i took; and to my Suprise, he scratched my palm, smiled again and disappeared through the door.











 The following morning , Joe went downstairs  for breakfast while i still laid lazy in bed. There was a knock on the door and  two men walked in. It was the room service. I recognised  One of the men as  the same person who came the previous night.







He still had his smile.









 He told his double up not to worry that he alone will handle my room (I guessed maybe he didn't want his colleague to see him take money from a guest). His double seemed grateful for this and left.










 I got out of bed and went to urinate in the toilet.






While urinating, I began to put the puzzle together.. “If indeed he’d heard my conversation on the phone  the previous day, no doubt he already knew i was gay and a big cock craving gay bitch.. and if he scratched my palm during our handshake, obviously, he was sending a signal.”








To confirm my suspicion , i asked him if he heard all my conversation the previous day and he just laughed.












 He said it wasn't a new thing that Infact, in his line of job, he’s bound to  encounter such. He didn’t sound homophobic so i felt quite relaxed.








The bitch in me began accessing him with hopes to find anything enticing that could make me fancy him enough to get laid.









 He wasn’t “good looking” per se... He was average height, very dark and had good set of teeth (the only good thing in his feutures. He looked thick, hairy, very fit and was also clean.









 He mentioned that  one of his colleagues is “into the game” and when i asked where he was, he said he was on leave.










 I asked him if he’s also into “the game” and he said he last did it in secondary school and that was Such a long time ago. Since then, he hadn’t had the opportunity.







 My curiosity was already  racing.









 I asked him if they “did him” or he “did them”. He just laughed and said he can’t remember.    






 Which i knew was a was lie.








 I was a bit nervous because he was much older than myself and in my culture, respect for elders was a big deal.








 I didn’t know how to put it across to him that I was curious to see his dick. So I simply asked him how big his colleague ( who was “into the game “)'dick  was...









He said he wasn’t big. When I asked him how come he knew he wasn’t big, He said they usually shower in the staff bathroom along side other staff.












I asked him who was Bigger between him and his colleague and he said he was much more bigger.










 Sparks flew in my head. “How  many inches are you?” i asked curiously. He laughed and said






 - "is very fat and long with plenty vein...very black and strong"






"I don't believe" I replied.




 “okay” he said as if to leave me with my disbelief .










 My imagination was already running wild.








 “i wish I Could see it” i said in all honesty.







 He shook his head in refusal clearly out of shyness. I knew if i pressured him a bit, he would agree. Besides am sure he needed money  so, i began pushing my luck.










 After much  pleading, he said okay.. but I should make sure the door was locked.








 “with all pleasure” i said as i walked to the door and locked it.









 As he tried un doing his trousers, i had stood beside him massaging and caressing his thickly built body.









 When he brought out his cock, i was very impressed. It wasn’t hard yet but looked fleshy, very black and was a hand full.










I went in front of him, sat on the bed  and took him in my mouth. As i sucked him hungrily, His dick began to grow in my mouth.  The more I Sucked, the more his pole was expanding  to th point my jaw began to  ache from excessive stretching.










Indeed he wasn’t lying about his size.







 He was a monument.









 He removed his dick from my mouth and put it back into his trouser while putting his shirt over it to hide it’s huge bulge.












 He told me his shift would soon end but that he would come back in about 2 hours. 










He asked me for some change and i assured him when he comes over (incase he wanted to dissappear).








 Joe came back and wanted me to join himself and my cousin for some sight seeing. But after I told him what happened with the hotel steward and the possible booty call, he understood and dropped me some money to pay for "the service".






 Besides, my cousin whom he needed more private time with knew the city so they really didnt need my company.








After my cousin came to pick up Joe, I was left alone. I waited Almost three hours and The room steward hadn’t still showed up . I had forgot to take his number  or else i would have called.











As i was about concluding he had  changed his mind, there was a knock on the door.







Excitedly,  i went to answer and there he was.









 He was now dressed in a casual black jean and printed shirt. He wore a face cap and could pass for a typical “uncle” who was still loving life.










 He apologised and told me he had to wait for the coast to be clear because it was against his work ethics to be visiting customers in their rooms.












 I saw reasons with him and  appreciated his effort.








 I didn’t hesitate. I began unbuttoning his shirt revealing his hairy broad chest which was covered in an immaculate white singlet.







He smelt of soap; obviously he just showered.









 I kissed him on his lips and he responded badly. His idea of kissing was to stick his tongue into my mouth and thrust it.









 He roughly squeezed my dick and said “not bad”.











 To my surprise, he said he will like me to go first as he quickly undressed exposing his mammoth cock. He hurriedly  went to the bed and took a doggy position. He had a  big  hairy bubble butt that made my mouth water.










 Although more an experienced bottom, seeing his ass made me weak with raw hunger.











 I wanted to fuck him desperately. I knelt down behind him and rimmed the life out of his ass. His ass hole tasted fresh and newly washed.. also, it was tight and smooth to my tongue. I inserted one finger into his ass with my saliva as lubricant and he whimped a little. He was too tight for even a finger









 He began butt fucking my finger as i took his over sized dick from in between his thighs And wanked him with the lube Joe and Depriye had used previously.







 When his hole was slippery and loose enough, I positioned myself behind him and inserted my 7.3 inches dick into him. He felt so good.








His hole squeezed my dick so tight that I almost came after few thrusts. I had to remove my dick to stop myself from the embarrassment of premature ejaculation.










 After I had calmed down, i put my dick into him. This time forcefully.  He moaned and made a move to escape but I held his waist and pulled him back  to me.











 I began fucking him like i was insane and he moaned like a tiger. I reached for his dick and it was throbbing so hard as i stroked it. While I wanked it, he would remove my hands from his dick.  I guessed he was saving his cum for my soon to be destroyed ass.













 As i was about Cumming,  he quickly removed my dick,  turned around and put his mouth on my dick as i shot into his mouth. This man was a confirmed freak.











After I was spent, he stood up went to the toilet and spat out my cum.








 “you’re a man” he praised me in our dialect as i stood catching my breath and sweating.









 He took the bottle of lubricant from the table and squeezed a huge dollop on his large hand and then stroked his dick with it.










 I almost lost courage looking at his dick .He seemed to have read my mind because he Said I should not worry that it would be sweet and when he enters inside me, i will get used to it.











 “i know you will be very sweet” he whispered in my ear as his moist finger found my man cunt.











He pushed one finger inside of me and wriggled it as if it was a vagina. In my mind, i couldn’t stop feeling sorry for My ass and the punishment it was going to receive .








 He resumed his bush style kissing and then asked me to lie down on my stomach which  i did.








He laid on my back and started whispering questions into my ears.









As he was asking me stupid questions like “ how many cubes of sugar is inside my hole”, i felt his dick entering me.








I became tensed but he encouraged me to relax. Inch after inch he was invading me with his monster until i felt his spongy  pubic hair on the base of my spine.









I wanted to scream but he covered my mouth with his hands as he withdrew his penis half way and without warning, slammed it back inside me with force.









 I wanted to run away from the raw agony I felt but his powerful hands gripped me and held me in position. I could feel him inside my stomach literally. 










He started calling me a thief of honey in our local dialect which started making me laugh even though my ass was hurting real bad.









 As he kept stabbing my hole with his huge motar pestle, i could feel my limp dick rise under my stomach. His dick was turning me on despite the raw hurt that flowed through my veins into my brain.










 He began asking me if am feeling his dick and if he should stop. I begged him to slow down but whenever I did , he will pause and ask me “why?” in a pleading manner. He will then  change his thrusting pattern and ask me (In Our Local Dialect)  "do like me to fuck me like this?"....(then he will  change his angle and thrust ) or like this?" He was just playful and enjoying himself.












 In as much as I was irritated, I found him very amusing and his fucking entertaining .






 He got off me and asked me to go on my back.








“i want to see how much sweetness you are enjoying in your eyes” (still in my native dialect).








 I got on my back and spread my legs wide apart. He took a look at my gapping hole with a mesmerised stare as he licked his lips like a pervert just let out of prison.






Shaking his head in fascination, he muttered “wonderful” to himself as He mounted me.







Once more, I felt my stomach occupied as pain flooded my body.







 He begged me to look into his eyes and although  i was uncomfortable with his type of pleasure, i let him have his way.











With his mouth opened and tounge stuck out, saliva and sweat dripped on me as he fucked me like a retard while he kept moaning “too sweet” (In Vernacular). 










We locked eyes and then suddenly, his thrust and rythm changed. He began sniffing hard as if suppressing a cry.







 He stuck his tongue in my mouth but this time, he  forced it right down my throat.








 I knew he was cumming cos his dick was pulsating over and over. He laid on me and kept saying "you have killed me" in our native language.








 We were soaked in sweat and lost for breath.








Eventually, He got off me, got to the bottom of the bed and asked me to raise my legs.












 I did as he said and to my amazement, he opened my ass hole began playing with his cum.







He just kept sticking his finger into my ass as it made wet noises while saying that he didn’t know his cum was that much and thick. He was really engrossed like a child who was playing with his favourite toy.







 As he played with my sore sperm dripping hole, he took my dick in his mouth and began to suck me. But I told him i couldn’t continue because I was exhausted.











He asked me to to allow him fuck me another round but I was over spent. He laughed and called me lazy.









 After he had his shower , I gave him some money but he refused taking all of it. He only asked for his transport and my phone number.









 From time to time we still meet for sex. I also Found out also he is married with kids although his family stayed in the village.







 well.... as long as he’s in lagos, he belonged to me.






 As for my cousin, he’s left my family house , now has is own place and has been offered a scholarship to study in America (thanks to Joe). After he leaves (in few months), I will move into his house with my hotel steward because he lives in a horrible part of lagos.





Written by
Man-donna