IT’S IN ME. IT’S IN HIM

Danny is my late father’s last-born brother, older than me by not more than 6 years. Like my other uncles, he was very close to my family when my father was alive, frequently dropping by our house for the occasional Sunday lunch. Then my father died, and his brothers turned on my mother, their grasping, greedy hands attempting to grab away anything that my father, the oldest and most affluent of them all, had left behind. My father didn’t make a will, so my uncles really went hard at my family. A property in Owerri, a plaza in Ikotun, plots of land in Ikorodu – they went after them all. My mother of course fought back, managing to hold on to a few properties. It helped that she had grown sons, my older brothers, who were able to be her muscle in the face of my uncles’ greed.

Danny was not part of his brothers’ shenanigans. In fact, he served as a mole, often revealing to us the intentions of my uncles, so that we were prepared when they struck. As the years went by, while the bad blood soured the relationship my family had with my uncles, Danny stayed close to us.

In 2014, I got admission into the university at 19. That first year of the university experience gave me a chance to break out from the doting – sometimes stifling – attention of my mother, and I was free to really explore my sexuality. In Nigerian lingo, I “tore eye 360 degrees round”. It helped that I was in a university in the East, far away from home in Lagos. There was so much freedom to enjoy.

By the time I returned to Lagos for my first holiday, I was barely the innocent, doe-eyed teenager who left home for school.

It was during that holiday that I began to really see Uncle Danny. He’d visited and was going to stay at my place for a while as he prepared to set up his base in Lagos. I’d never noticed his attractiveness until that visit: the sensuous curl of his full lips when he smiled, the shine of his fair complexion, and the tantalizing curve of his very nice ass.

I was instantly in lust with my uncle.

I was the only child of my mother who was home that period, and Danny and I were going to share a bed. He actually had his own bedroom to sleep in, but that first night, it seemed he preferred the airy expanse of my bedroom and came to share the bed with me.

I was a 19-year-old who had discovered what it felt like to desire and be desired, with no inhibitions – and as I lay on the bed beside my snoring uncle, I wanted to touch him and I knew no hesitation.

I moved close to him, so close that the heat of his body reached out to warm my body. He was lying on his back, his head turned away from me, his legs spread out as though offering his crotch up to me. I touched him. He didn’t stir. I got bolder and began to caress his flaccid penis through the trousers he was wearing. I touched and fondled and rubbed his dick, gently urging an erection out of it. The dick began to stir at about the same time that Danny’s loud breathing hitched. But he didn’t move, and even though his snoring had stopped, he carried on with the somnolent breathing of someone who was still asleep.

Now past caring, I tugged at his trousers until I freed his dick, and then I leaned forward and began to suck him. As my mouth wrapped around his dick, it was only a matter of time and it began to grow in my mouth, rising and hardening in response to the warm, wetness of my blowjob.

Then Danny moved slightly and I felt his hand come down on the back of my head. For a brief moment, panic arced through me as I thought he was about to shove me off of him.

Instead, he gripped the back of my head to control its up-and-down movement as he began to thrust his hips upward to meet my mouth. This continued for some minutes until he came. Then I pulled away from him, he righted himself and without saying anything to each other, we went to sleep.

The next day was when he found the words to speak to me. It was a reprimand. He told me very sternly that he didn’t like what I did to him the previous night. And I shouldn’t try it again with him or anyone else. I said okay, relieved that I was getting off that lightly. That night, I was determined to be a good boy and stuck to my side of the bed. nothing happened that night or the night after that.

On the fourth night however, it was his touch that woke me. He was running his hands over my body, caressing my nipples, flitting over my flat tummy and grabbing at my dick. The second I was awake and aware, I was hard and willing, not even pausing to question the surprise turn of events.

The intimacy this time was a lot more involved. We kissed and groped and caressed each other heavily. He seemed to know exactly what to do to the body of a man, and yet, his lack of experience with gay sex was immediately apparent when he moved to my back and began thrusting his dick in and out of my closed thighs. If I wasn’t so caught up with desire, I would have chuckled at the fact that he was moaning from fucking my legs, believing that to be the ultimate pleasure. I stopped him and told him he was supposed to fuck my asshole.

“Are you sure?” he asked, sounding aghast.

“Yes.”

“But… Well, okay.” And he positioned and tried to jam his dick in through my ass cheeks.

No lube. No condom. No preliminary. Oga, you think say na vagina be this?

Again, I stopped him and told him he’d have to use a condom. He slid out of the bed and went to his room, where his bags were. By the time he came back, I was already creamed up, waiting for him. He sheathed his dick and we returned to the anal sex.

I was tight as he pushed through with his dick. The kind of tight that was evident in the way he kept on moaning and cussing in appreciation of the pleasurable friction between his dick and my anal walls. The tightest hole he’d ever put that dick inside, I was sure.

He didn’t last long. A few minutes of thrusting, and he was spasming on my back, cussing as he ejected his spunk into the condom. He released a sigh and pulled out, dropping on his back like someone who simply wanted to move on to slumber.

But I knew all too well what his ass looked like. The curve through his boxers. The bounce when he walked. No way! I wanted to fuck too.

“It’s my turn now,” I said to him, again knowing no hesitation on the altar of my desire.

“Your turn to do what?” he asked as he turned to face me in the darkness.

“To fuck you.”

“Are you serious?” He didn’t sound provoked or angry. Just alarmed. Like he couldn’t imagine surrendering his ass to any form of penetration.

“Yes, I’m serious,” I said firmly. “You fucked me. I want to fuck you too.” I almost sounded accusing, like I was rebuking him for reneging on an agreement.

He hesitated, then muttered okay. And he turned around to present his derider to me.

But any attempt to fuck him proved futile. He was clearly an anal virgin, and kept wincing and jerking away every time I tried to push in. He was in pain, I could see that.

Eventually, I gave up. and I wanked myself to cum. We kissed and then retired to sleep.

The next couple of days, Danny began to come at me with questions. Having known the pain of failed penetration, he was in awe of how I’d been able to take him in. He wanted to know about that. He wanted to know how I was able to receive him. He wanted to know how long I’d been doing this. He wanted to know this and know that. And he was making me very uncomfortable with his ardent curiosity.

We got intimate one more time before he left. There was no penetrative sex. just a lot of kissing, sucking and then jerking off.

Then he left.

We wouldn’t see each other for a few years, seeing as he was now settled in Lagos and I had my schooling to do in the East. Then it was November last year. I was finished with school and as NYSC pended, I was making the rounds with close relatives and friends, for those who’d have connections for employment for me.

By this time, Danny was married with two little kids. I went to see him, intending to stay overnight at his place. That evening, after dinner, he came to meet me in the guestroom, and the two of us began to talk about family and life in general. He also had some advice to give me, considering I was now ready to take on the world.

At this point, the mood in our conversation changed. We were alone in the bedroom, his kids were asleep, and his wife settled comfortably in the parlour before the television. It seemed like it was just me and him. And I found myself thrown back to those nights, years ago, when he wasn’t my uncle and I wasn’t his relative. When all we were to each other were lovers.

He must have felt the sudden pull of attraction, because he said in a quiet tone, “I miss you, Bobby.”

I waited a beat, and then made the move. I slid across the bed to where he was seated and leaned toward him. He didn’t resist. He just sat there, still, until my lips connected with his. I kissed him. And he kissed me back.

And the fever of passion immediately took over. As we kissed, we were ripping off our clothes, tumbling into bed all naked skin and hard cocks. As we kissed and groped at each other, I took note of the fact that he seemed a lot more knowledgeable of what he was doing. I didn’t even have to tell him about condoms and lube when it came time for the main course. He put his clothes back on and snuck out to fetch them – which told me something: that he’d been fucking guys all these years that passed since I last saw him.

Even his stroking skills spoke volumes of a man who’d gotten an education from a lot of experience with guys. This time, he lasted long, for about 30 minutes, and when he came, he buried his head in the back of my neck and let out a tight groan as he spasmed behind me.

I didn’t bother asking for a flip-fuck. His wife was after all present and awake. We’d been able to get away with the first round; there was no telling if we would be lucky if we proceeded to the second round of me topping him.

He said goodnight to me and slipped out of my room, leaving me to retire to bed full of questions about whether my uncle had always known he had the gay in him before that first night four years ago. Or if what I did to him was what made him realize the truth about him.

Written by Bobmanuel

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