LOVE AT LAST

A friend shared your blog and since then I have been hooked.



It's really refreshing to read stories that I can 100% identify with as a Nigerian.




Please keep up the good work and here is my story.




I got married about a year ago and in all honesty, it's a decision I regret.



I had suffered a heartbreak from my previous relationship (gay) and instead of me understanding that disappointment is part of life and giving myself time to heal, I took out my aggression on my gay friends by cutting all of them off. I blamed all my problems in life on my sexuality and believed that God was punishing me by allowing the calamity of heart break befall me





So, i took the religious route and got married with Hope's that life will be more pleasant. But how wrong was I.




Married life became torture. I was living a life I wasnt cut out for. I have NEVER dated a woman before so I had absolutely no idea what magnitude of unscripted drama they came with. Also, I had become an alien to myself because I was living a life that was very strange  to me.





I began to crave the company (and humour) of my gay friends and most of all,  the touch of man.



The craving became so much that it began driving me into depression. But because I  was ashamed to reconcile with my gay friends ( after telling them i no longer was gay), i decided to embrace work head long. I started burying myself into work and staying back very late hours so that by the time i got home, i would be knackered and my wife will either be alseep or won't bother me with idle discussions or sex (which i dreaded).



So, during one of those days while i was draining my frustration with work, I decided to use the bathroom. As I was going back to my desk, a voice called my name...




"oga Steve.."




Turning around, i met the smiling face of Timothy who we (at the office) fondly called papa Ajasco because of his bubbly youthful personality. He was a very attractive elderly man ( lets say in his 50's) and was the building manager.




He had his office on the same floor as my office.




Even though i was decieving myself that i was no longer gay at the time, Timothy was a HUGE disracting temptation.  Every inch of him was the perfect cure for my daddy issues. He was fit, handsome, neat, strong looking , had thick bulgy arms and feet, beards...damn...everything about him was oozing sex appeal.





At first, my gay dar was giving off heavy signals about him because of his exceptionally caring behaviour towards me (in particular). Also, anytime he saw me, he would have this big warm smile. He often buys me lunch and sometimes, the way his hands will gently rest on my body when we talked felt so "homo-sexy". Everyone in my office (especially the nosey female ones) took notice of his behaviour towards me and our seemingly closeness that they began making remarks about it. Assuming i wasn't married and he ( Timothy) wasnt over religious ( he was a jehovah witness who always brought their articles for us to read and encourage us attend their kingdom hall seminars) , they (including myself)  would have concluded he/we was/were "gay lovers".



I was surprised to see him because I thought I was the only one in the entire floor as it was way passed closing time.



He invited me into his office and said he would like us to talk. He sounded quite serious. I asked him if there was a problem and he said "yes".





Not sure what the matter was, I stepped into his office and took a seat.




 He asked me what was the problem and if i was okay.



I told him I was fine and didn't have a problem.



He made me know he had been observing me for a while and had noticed a significant difference lately in my moods as well as my staying very late after work.



I tried coming up with an excuse as to "why" the moodiness... but he wasnt buying it. Also, beign the bad liar that i am, it was very easy for him to see through me .




I eventually gave up after much persuading (from him) and told him how I was unhappy because I had rushed into marriage too early. I was careful not to give away my sexuality so i avoided using gender when narating the story of my ex and the hurt he'd caused. He listened quietly and after i was done talking, he encouraged me to be strong and quoted some scriptures alongside. After he was done talking, i idly told him i had been sitting all day and my back hurt. He suggested i lie down on his table and he would give me a massage.He asked me to take off my shirt and lie on his table. As i started unbottoning my shirt, he began clearing his table. He complimented my toned body and i felt a flutter of butterflies in my tummy. If i only knew what was awaiting me.....




After i laid on my stomach on his table, he got a nice scenting balm and began working  on my back.



The massage was so good that i didnt know when i began to moan and grunt.




"this one you are making all these sexual noises...are you sure its the massage causing it or something else?" he jocund.



If there is anything I am very certain about, is that i know when a man's hormone has began to kick in. I could tell beyond all reasonable doubt that Timothy's hormone was already toasting .




"this is far sweeter than sex" i responded to him ( still going  on with my moans and grunt).



"is it?" he said almost inaudibly as his hands gently slid from the nape of my neck, right through my back and stopped right at the base of my spine just before where my ass crack starts before fidning its way back up to my shoulders. Any time his hands was going down to the base of my spine, my heart will skip a beat because i thought he will stick his hands right inside my trouser. But he didnt do anything of a sort.


Once again, he complimented the texture of my skin and toned body. I returned his compliment by telling him he was handsome, had an attractive body, voice and a good sense of style . I also told him i admired his mind and kind heart.



He gave a gentle laugh and asked if he really deserved all those compliments.




"you deserve so much more" i added casually.


 I mentioned that i would have loved to marry someone who had his kind of heart because if i did, i won't feel any depression but rather, would be looking foward coming home to meet such a person.



He laughed and said



-"right?.......but you know this is Nigeria. And we are both men so we cannot marry"



"yeah"....i muttered in agreement. "but if we where in America am sure we would have gotten married"



Hearing this, Timothy burtsted into a hearty laugh.



"really?......why say so?" he asked curiously.



I told him because i guessed we cared for each other and there was a genuiety in ur friendship.




"that is true...i mean the caring part". He sounded a bit defensive



After a brief silence, he said  "but wait....who will marry who?".



 "are we not both men?......we would marry each other of course". i replied as i laughed at his question




"so who will now be the wife?" he asked




I assumed he meant to ask what role i played so i had to be equally tactiful in response



"well, since age and maturity commands respect, the younger one has to submit to authority of his elder. So i guess you will be the husband ". I replied as my heart beat and cock began to rise.


deep in my heart, i was hoping and praying he had gotten the jerk that i was bottom and was cool with it.



At this point, the rythm of his massage had already changed by becoming more tender and slower.



After a brief silence, he said - "i love the sound of that....so you are now my wife i guess?"


he asked softly as the tender firmness of his hand gently slid further from the base of my spine into my trouser to meet the fleshy softness of my ass.



"wow"


"you haven't proposed yet" i teased while seductively making the muscles of my ass cheek contrast and relax slowly in response to the touch of his hand which was now resting on one of my fluffy ass cheeks.




It seemed he felt encouraged and liked what i was doing with my ass muscles because he softly exhaled through his clenched teeth and moved his hand further into my trouser to gently squeeze my ass




"so will you marry me?" he asked as his large palm spread wide all over my ass cheek as his index finger gently went through the split of my ass crack to caress my ass hole (which twitched in response at its touch).



"yes of course" i replied.



"and is this where i kiss the bride?" he asked as i felt the wetness of his lips touch my spine and then several times all over my naked back. Warm waves of estatic pleasure flowed like fresh fire all over my body. I could feel the subtle flickering of the tip of his tongue on his soft lips as he kissed my back  By the time i turned around, his lips where already waiting for mine.




Timothy took me into his arms like a guardian angel as he blessed me with kisses only made in heaven.


I literally felt my sorrow wash away in his embrace and passionate kisses.



After a long sweet moment of passion, we broke our kiss as we smiled while putting our foreheads together. We confessed our attraction for each other and he asked me if i did any of such with any of my colleagues and i said "NO". I asked him same and gave me a similar response. He told me he had suspected i was gay all along but didn't know how to approach me. While we spoke, i couldn't help myself....i had to unbottoned his shirt to fell the richness of the hairs on his chest as well as caress his pointy black nipples (which made him gasp soflty).




"so can you recieve very well?" he whispered as he planted a wet kiss on my lips.



"why did you stress the very well?" i asked him....i could tell he was feeling very naughty.



"let's say this husband is remarkably blessed" he replied as he smiled warmly while planting another kiss on my lips.



"do you mind i confirm this blessing?" i asked coyly while sticking out my tongue for him to kiss (which he did to just the tip).



"Its yours already..." he gasped as he nudged closer into my body making the warmth of our body touch.



I reached down and felt his penis. GOOD HEAVENS!!!!!



Timothy sugar stick was a master piece carved out from the tree of life in the garden of Eden.



"I hope that is not too much for my wife?" he replied as he kept giving me short passionate kisses.



"wow....." was all could say as i stroked the thick long shaft through the fabric of his trouser.


I told him its been over 2 years i got fucked but nevertheless, i longed for my man pussy to be opened and thoroughly fucked.



"let me do the honours then......" he whispered as he licked my ear. His fingers found my both nipples and began to feather fiddle them.



lord in heaven.....i wanted to die. This man was doing many magical things to my systems. He knew all my sensitive spots and where to touch and do to triggering them. I had no choice but to go straight to his belt and free his throbbing member from the confinement of his tight under wear. Timothy of course couldn't contain himself; he immediately got off his his clothes and was completely naked.



Timothy took his time to lick and worship every single inch of my body with his tongue. He asked me to raise my legs and i obeyed. The soft warmth of his mouth met my hole while the tip of his tounge flickered expertly right at the middle. I could not control the ecstacy that overwhelmed me to tears....yes; i shed tears. Not only did i shed tears but i begged him to take me....to open my hole and make me his wife.



i was in divine torture.



He took my dick into his mouth and while he sucked me, his thick finger slid into my hole gently. I begged him feverently to fuck me but he paid me no attention. His sucking was so good than in no time i started to feel my sperm bubling its way to the opening of my prick hole. I begged him to stop cos i didn't want to cum just yet but he paid no attention. He kept deep throating me slowly and sweely until i released my cum into his mouth. He kept sucking me until i delfated in his mouth.



He kissed my lips and i realised his mouth was empty. He had swallowed all of me.



I asked him why he didn't want to fuck me (because i had been pleading with him all through the sweet session). He told me such moment needed the right enviroment and the office wasn't one. I begged him to at leaast allow me suck his huge beautiful cock if he wasn't going to fuck me but he told me i was now his wife and i will have moe than enough of it.



He kissed me so passionately and went down on my sensitive nipples. In that instant, my dick began to rise again and he stopped. He told me we should save it for next time. I wanted to faint. He was punishing me and knew it. After we dressed up (it was so hard for Timothy to put his penis back into his underwear. It was just too big), we kissed some more. Timothy told me not to come with my car the next day because there was somewhere he wanted us to go to.




All through that night ( before i slept like a baby), my joy knew no bounds as i chatted with my husband Timothy. My peace returned with such soothing comfort as i thought about my moment with Timothy.


The next morning at work, my supervisor called me into her office and informed me i would be accompanying Timothy for some official assignment. She also said i could take the whole day off if i wanted. After handing me some documents to give to Timothy. i picked my bag and went to his office.




He was dressed so smart and as usual, his warm smile greeted me once i stepped inside his office. As he stood up to hug and kiss me, we both realised we wore matching grey pants and black shoes. This made us laugh and kiss more passionately. We told each other how much we missed ourselves as we embraced tightly.



He informed me that he had asked my supervisor that i accompany him and she had agreed without a second thought. Completely confused about what he was up to, i followed him and we drove to Eleko beach. He suggested we take off our shoes, roll up our pants and take a "romantic walk on along the shore".As we walked, we had very intimate talks about our lives and circumstances that had shappened us.


Timothy's wife is a proffessor in a University in Austrailia. He was completely against her relocating but she had insisted (alongside with the backing of their 2 daughters) and eventually, moved. She rarely visits Nigeria and after he had paid her few visits and realised she wasn't making efforts to return his visit, he decided to stop.



According to him, its been over 3 years he saw his wife last and even though they haven't made any formal agreement, it was obvious both of them have moved on. Their kids had their own families so there was really nothing worth staying for. Timothy told me he is bisexual but since he got married, he had never been with a man. He told me he has never been with a guy sexually since his 20s (the time he began courting his wife) until the previous night with mw in his office. He said he had thought his gay desire had died off but i proved him wrong. .




When i told him he was the only person who i considered a threat and the biggest temptation all the while i thought i had become straight, he laughed and said that the first time he saw me, he had an instant erection....something that has never happened since his young days. He told me he knew all along i was gay but didn't know how to approach me about it because we where in an office environment.



We spent quality time at he beach before leaving for his house.



Timothy lived in a very decent house in Lekki and i really wasn't suprised given that he earned quite a lot of money working as our company's building manager. His wall was adorned with so many awards and framed certificates (both national and international) that it made my jaw drop. This man was a walking breathing Einstein. As i was taking my time to read the plaques on the wall, Anita Baker's sweet love resonated softly all over the living room as slipped his hands round my waist and pulled me gently to his body. As he hummed along the song, he buried his face on my neck and began kissing it. It felt so good...so right.....so perfect.




I would have said we where rushing everything but i knew better. Timothy and i have been close for a very long time...he was the best friend (if not only friend) i had and could talk to and I have been crushing on him for such a long time. If this wasn't perfection, then i wonder what was.



His large warm hands slowly crept into my shirt and began carressing my stomach before making its way up to my sensitive nipples. The way he touched and stroked them make me weak instantly that i sank backwards into his waiting embrace.


I reached down to feel his cock and just like mine, it was so strong..



His hands went down to my trouser, undid my buckle, opened my fly and brought out my dick. He began to wet kiss my neck so slowly as he stroked  my swollen precumming dick. My legs trembled from the intense pleasure my body was recieving to the point that i hand to hold him for support.



"you still want me to make love to you?....to fuck you?....to own you?" he asked as his tongue carressed my neck.



"oh yes....yes....yes please" i pleaded in earnest.



i was already putting my hands inside his trouser in a desperate attempt to bring out his cock.



He asked me to hold on and i did. Stepping few feets away from me as we locked eyes, Timothy began taking off his clothes...one piece at a time.



LORD ALMIGHTY!!!! his body was beautiful...so strong....hairy...dark and muscle.


When he stepped out from his trouser, his briefs could barely contain the enermousity of his penis. I began taking off my clothes while he watched me (like i did to him). Just like him, i had only my underwear.

Timothy took few steps towards me as his eyes travelled over every inch of my body. He told me i was beautiful and he loved me. All i could do was smile with tears pouring out from my eyes. I didnt know how to control or express the great joy my heart was feeling. He asked me to stop crying as he kissed my forhead.

Before i knew it, he swept me off my feet like i was made out of paper and carried me to a bed room. 

Laying me on my back, he came over me and began kissing the life out of me so sweetly and lovingly. He went from my lips, to my neck, nipples, stomach, dick, my balls. my dick, my hole and even sucked my toes. I literally felt like i was floating and having an out of body experience. After he was done, he knelt cross my chest and fed me his pole. Wow...his penis was so thick and long. I took a deep breath, filled my mouth with saliva and filled my mouth with his meat. I am very good at sucking dick but a dick of his size was a challenge but i wasn't the type to back down. 

While i sucked him, one of Timothy's hand (which he lubricated with saliva) reached for my hole and began to finger me. The more intense the fingering becamem the more intense i sucked him. I could feel his finger deep in my hole until it was knuckle deep. I wanted more fingers in my ass...i wanted him to finger fuck me desperately and i was not ashamed to beg him to dig deep into my honey pot. As i sucked his massive dick like a starving child hungry for milk, my senses left my head. I went completely bersek.  Believe it or not Timothy put 4 of his fingers inside my ass. Dont ask me how he did that....but he did and i didnt care.

My hole was wide, wet and opened to recieve his giant cock. 

When he lubricated his cock and positioned himself to penetrate me, i was already spreading my legs wide for him to take me and make me his wife.

As his fat penis cap penetrated my hole, fresh waves of pleasure washed over me multiple times until all his shaft was totally buried inside my man pussy. His dick really stretched me both in depth and width to full capacity. His lips met mine as he started thrusting into me...first nice and slow but after a while he started to hit my postrate so hard that it felt like his cock was poking my appendix. 

I couldnt hold myself anymore after a while. Fresh sperm flowed out of my erect dick in abundance while he kept hammering and organising my hole. 

He asked me where i wanted him to cum and i told him he should release inside me. With a slow deep kiss, he held me tight and started rolling his waist clock wise and anti-clock wise (the way someone who is turning a pot of delicious soup with spoon would). 

In no time, he announced with a deep moan - "its coming baby...baby its coming"

I held him so tight as i told him to let it go into me.

Creamy delicious man juice fresh from the penis of Timothy poured into my hole generously.

We held each other so tight and kissed for such a long time. I didnt want him to remove his dick and it seemed he wasn't in a hurry to pull out of me.

By the time we where concious of time, it was about 9pm. We had spent the whole day without realising how time had passed us by.

It was so depressing to leave him back to my loveless hell of a home.

Since that day we have become totally inseperable. Am now so much happier, have reconciled with my gay friends and  Life is back to normal

I have told my parents i no longer want to stay married because there is no love for me there. But my mother is still insisting that love will come. I wonder why she doesnt get it that you cannot force love.

I have found peace and real love at last. All thanks to my darling husband Timothy. 

Written by

Steve Timothy