THE VISITOR FROM CONGO

I am currently doing my masters outside Nigeria and the area where i stay is very boring and dominantly populated with white folks. And because I don't "do" whites and am bottom, my sex life is/was completely non-existent. The only hope I had in meeting other black gay men was the next city which is about over 4 hours  away (by road).







My joy knew no bounds when an african (not african American) moved in next door. I quickly went to form familiarity as per "my African brother" but the attitude i recieved from him simply made me respect myself and stay on my lane.




Few weeks into his arrival, he had already gotten himself a white girlfriend whom I have seen on few occasions.  After a while, he started becoming scarce and I guessed he had partially moved in with her.




One day i was returning from the gym when i saw an elderly man (maybe in his 50s or so)  with a big travelling bag in front of my porch. He was African and there was no doubt he was my neighbors guest since  i didn't know who he was.




He clearly looked exhausted but relieved when he saw me approach him.



We greeted and he asked after the whereabouts of my neighbour (of which i told him he wasnt around).



Apparently, he was related to my neigbour and had come for a christain seminar (which had already ended) but because he still had a couple of days more to remain in the country, he decided to travel for over 10 hours to visit his relative who unfortunately wasnt around.



At first i thought he had come uninvited but when he showed me the text messages between himself and my neighbour, it was obvious my neighbor was just a total douche bag. He ( My neighbour) invited him over...only to switch off his phone upon his arrival.



Funny enough, the man didnt really seem too surprised at the turn out of things.... Perhaps such behaviour from my neighbor was the expected.



From the look of things, he didnt have money for a hotel or an alternative place to stay. I didnt have free money to pay for anybody's hotel and moreover, the last thing i wanted was to ask my neigbour for a refund.





 And if I left him standing in the porch, there was a 90% guarantee that my other white neighbors would call the police if they saw a black man loitering. Because my house was big enough and it had been long i had company, i volunteered to host him.


As i prepared us food, we both began to talk. His name is Makila and he was from Congo but his mother (who is my neighbor's aunt) is Seneglese. He is an assistant pastor back in his home country and had come for a pastorial summit programme.



He didnt strike me as the typical judgemental christain fanatic. Infact, the more we spoke, the  more I discovered he was a very opened minded and curious person. His coming to the western world for the first time was nothing but a wonder to him. Obviously, he had never been exposed to an environment where diversity thrives.






While we chatted, he excitedly told me how he saw two men hugging and kissing at the bus station while he was boarding. From the way he spoke, he wasn't irritated so I decided to capitalize on the topic.




I told him it was a normal thing and began telling him about the gay community.




I wont deny I found Makila attractive. He was very dark skin, able bodied and wasn't bad looking.


He was what we Nigerian bottoms would refer to as better rice (top).




I made him watch Ru-paul drag race and he was beyond dazzled that men could look so stunning.



He told me many years ago, he use to know a man in his village who wore makeup and behaved like a woman. He lamented about the backwardness of Africa and praised the western world for their acceptance  of diversity.





We had many good laughs and he was great company.



While watching Ru-Paul, he slept off.



The next morning, When he went to shower, i waited for him to start before I  purposely entered the bathroom while pretending to give him shampoo and a new tooth brush...meanwhile, I just wanted to see his penis.




And my o my was i not dissapointed.



As he soaped his body, the fat, fleshy, flacid black prick just hung there like a sleeping python.





"wow...you have it big" i said casually and we both laughed.




"the ladies love such..." he announced with pride.




"and the men too" i added.





"That's true" he replied (recollecting our discussion the previous night)



I asked him if he had ever seen a gay porn and he saifd- NO.



Told him i would play him some gay porn and he was excited about it.


After he finished having his shower, i played him some gay porn...while keeping an eye on his crotch to see if he will have an erection. But unfortunately, he didnt.





I took him to the next city and we did a lot of site seeing and food tasting. He took loads of photos and was mesmirised by everything. When it was nightfall, i took him to a gay strip club after giving him couple of $1 bills.



At the club, i noticed Makila was very relaxed and participated effectively (guess it had to do with the shots of spirit he kept drinking). He put dollar bills on the strippers thongs and touched their asses and dicks when they dangled it in front of him.




One of the dancer seemed to have an interest in him because he asked me if Makila was my boyfriend and i said "No".



I told him Makila was visiting the country for the first time and that he was straight.




"indeed" replied the exotic dancer.



To my surprise, he pulled Makila up on stage and brought another dancer with him. Both of them thoroughly rocked Makila and wont let him go despite how he tried to run away. At some point he gave up resisting and played along. This time, his erection was visible. He was HARD AS A ROCK. He was squeezing their asses and stroking their cocks.



Eventually, they let him go and came back to me laughing hysterically while trying to press down his raging dick.



I hugged him and grabbed his dick. It was very thick but not extremely long.




I began to dance with him and in the process, started feeling him up. He didnt protest. He just rocked me nice and easy. The club was dark so i took the oppurtunity to put my hands inside his trouser. I felt the warmth of his cock flesh as well as the turgidity. Taking his hand, i guided him into my sweat pants so he could feel the fresh softness of my ass.




He grabbed my cakes and whispered loudly in my ear (because of the music) that we needed to stop because it was a public place.




I didnt care at this point. I was starving like crazy.



I held him by the hand and dragged him to the toilet. I knew the toilet would be bursting with activities so that would be the perfect spot.




As we walked into the slightly deem opulent rest room, there where litters of men doing stuff to one another. Some where sucking, others where fucking and there where those who whee either watching or waiting for their spec to come along.




Makila watched everything with utter disbelief. Infact he had to stop in his track to watch.




I had to literally pull him away into the last set of stalls situated at the end of the row. As we got into the stall and i was about shutting the door, something caught our attention.





Opposite us was a huge elderly man with long dred locks and a base ball cap worn to the back. He was squatting behind a younger guy who was bent over. The rasta man was feasting on the hole of his partner. Both wore matching shoes and track bottoms so i guessed they migh have been a couple.





Myself and Makila watched in horror as the man stood up, pulled out the biggest fatest dick in existence and began insterting it into the ass of the younger guy.




At this point, i went down on Makila and took his now throbbing penis into my mouth.




As i serviced him with my throat, he thrusted into my mouth powerfully while navigating my head to meet his strokes the way he wanted.




The couple at the opposite stall where now watching us and the dred older man dug his hand into his little bag and threw a satchet of lubricant to us.





"Fuck that pussy man..." he ordered Makila.





I tore open the satchet, lubricated his thick throbbing cock, pulled down my shorts and turned around.



His thick finger was the first thing to penetrate me.



He drove it deeply into me gently and nicely while breathing heavily through his clenched teeth.



As he started rubbing his dick head in-between my ass cheeks, i bent lower, parted my cheeks and took a deep breath for ehat was coming.



Once his cock head colided with my hole,i slowly began to exhale as he slowly started sinking his pole inside me gradually until i could feel his bushy prickly pubic hair scratch and tickle the base of my spine.



He kept withdrawing and re-inserting his penis inside my hole over and over as the man from across our stall kept saying "ya mhan" in strong carribean accent.

After a s brief moment, Makila gently pushed my head down some more, held my waist and started to flog me hopelessly. I literally saw stars as my ass was fucked to shambles. 

While i was being fucked, i realised that there was another voice moaning along side mine. It now occured to me it was coming from the stall opposite us. It had become a fucking competition between myself and Makila versus the rasta older man and his partner. Both men seemed to be doing their best to outshine the other. A small crowd had gathered and was watching us.

My back and legs where aching like crazy so i had to stand upright while he his dick was driving in and out of me without mercy.

As my back touched his hairy chest and stomach, he grabbed my chest as if they where boobs, squeezed them so hard and then, bent my face to his and kissed my mouth. I kissed him back eargerly.

 As he sucked and stuck his tongue deeper into my mouth, his squeezing instensed so hard that it felt my skin might get ripped off. Just as he was doing that, aloud growl was coming from our opponent. In that instant, Makila began contributing his sperm generously into my hole....quenching all the fire that had been burning my honey pot. 

As he kept pounding my sperm soaked ass, i began jacking off my dick and in no time, i began screaming my lungs off. He got the jerk and intensified his drilling and in no time, i was shooting myself all over his hand that was now on my dick. 

My entire body quaked like crazy. As We kissed some more, i asked him -"how was it?"

"its very sweet...honestly" he responded.

After we had wiped ourselves with toilet paper, we met up with our opponent. Makila and the man shook hands and greeted while myself and the bottom exchanged pleasantries.

Just like i suspected, they where a couple and lived together. They invited us over to their house for more drinks and Makila seemed up for it.

They lived in a very big house and it turned out the rasta man worked with the stock market and the his parnter worked with the government ( FBI or something of some sort). They have been together for over 4 years and where getting married in few months time.

Makila was dumb struck...two men getting married was totally a brand new tale for him.

I watched Makila's body language all through....there was evidently an admiriation to the whole gay scene. 

They older guy showed us some porn of himself and his partner fucking in public places (they where masked in some of the videos) and myself and Makila was utterly gutted. These people where BRAVE!!!!!.

We asked them if they sold these videos and they told us it was for private viewing pleasures.

The older rasta guy tried talking us ( Makila and i) to into porn vidoes but we weren't buying the idea. 

As we drove home, Makila couldnt stop talking about all he had encountered. Most especially, the sex we had in the club. He kept saying he didn't know that fucking ass was that sweet.

As he spoke, he said he would miss me when he goes back. 

I knew he meant it.

When we got home, i was so tired that i immediately showered and slept off.

While sleeping, Makila came to lie on my back with his erect penis poking my ass.

"let me have you again....please" he begged.

In as much as i was weak, i was already getting horny. I asked him to get some lubricant from the bathroom and he literally ran to get it. Once he was away. i pulled off my clothes and laid naked on the bed while raising my ass in postiton for some good service.

I heard him coo "oohh la la" as he entered the bed room.

As he rubbed my ass so lovingly, i turned around to melt in his warm embrace and tender passionate kisses.

i served him my nipples and he sucked each one of them with undivided attention.

As he kept sucking my nipples, his finger found its way to my hole. The deeper he drove his finger into me, the harder he sucked and bit my nipples.

"suck my hole daddy....suck my pussy" i begged. It had been ages i got rimmed... besides, whatever magic his tongue was doing to my nipples, my hole needed it most.

He didnt protest. He just went down on me and put his magic tongue in my man hole. I couldn't help myself and his tongue massacred my freshly fingered hole. 

When he postioned himself ontop of me and penetrated me, my hole was more than willing to welcome him without the escort of any foreign lubricant. His saliva had thoroughly moistened me up.

I felt his penis enter places it didnt go when we had sex in the club. Though Sharp pains were exploding all over my nerves, his warm soft kisses constantly kept difussing them.  I was lost in the ocean of his sweet love making as i moaned and spoke several languages his sweet big congolese penis was teaching me.

The passion was so intense that even when we both shot our man juice, we just couldnt stop kissing and holding each other.

Two days before his depature, my neighbor appeared from the blues with a bag full of apologies. Someone who was once nasty to me suddenly became friendly all because i had covered his ass.

Makila had to go to his place and suddenly, the house felt so empty and lonely.  I started hating the factthat my neighbor returned.

On several occasions, Makila will come to my flat hurriedly and kiss me passioantely, finger and rim me......before running back. He will tell me that he told my neighbor that he just wanted to be sure he didn't forgot something in my house.

The day before his depature, i literally cried my eyes out. There was no question if i will miss him.

Its been 3 months now since he left and i still miss him. I have already submitted my passport to get a visa to his country. We talk and video chat daily and even though its comforting, its not the same with feeling the touch of his hands and loving kisses.

written by 

 Echezona