MY MAN, MY DESIRE

 September 17th 2020 made it exactly 15 years i met Joe. I had just moved into my flat and was strictly minding my business. Because am an introvert,  I don't interact  or make friends with neigbours. Infact, for me, socializing or hanging out was only done out of absolutely necessity.

I had come home one rainy night and because it was pouring heavily, i decided to just sit in my car for a while; - but unknown to me, that would be the day my life will start to change.

As I sat in my car, a man on an okada (motor cycle)  drove into the compound. Usually, i wouldn't have bothered about him but for some unkown reason, all my focus was on him. I watched him come down slowly from his motorcycle as if the down pour didn't exist. He just stood looking at his bike as his body heaved uncontrollably. I could tell he was crying. "What would make a grown man like him cry?" i wondered. He shook his head pitifully and then walked into an opened corridor on the ground floor.

That night, i could not sleep. The man was very heavy on my mind. 

The next morning, as i was going to work, i saw a lady outside the corridor where the man had entered the previous night and asked if she knew a man who rode a bike. Because i didn't know his name, i had to describe his bulky body stature and immediately, she knew who he was and pointed to a door while informing me he lived there.

 I saw a little boy sitting on the floor looking miserable and she told me that was his son. Intuition told me that the boy needed to be in school and probably, was home because he hadn't paid school fees. I asked the lady if she could deliver a message for me and she said okay. I wrote a cheque and asked her to give the man when he came home. She thanked me profousely and asked me about "her own" jokingly. I gave her some naira notes and she was happy. She informed me her daughter attended the same school as the boy and that she would take the boy to school and tell the teachers he will pay his fees the next day.

Without asking, she started telling me about him (the man who rode the bike). I got to know he was struggling and things were really going south for him. 

I was surprised when the lady said she knew my flat and would tell the man i had come around.

At about 10pm, that night, i was ironing when i heard a knock on my door. When i answered, standing in front of my house was the man, a boy and a woman. I recognized the little boy.  

Seeing the man up close made me realise how very handsomely hot he was. I welcomed them into my home and they thanked me for my benevolence. I got to know his name as Joe and from our brief discussion, i could tell he was an intelligent man. He spoke very fluent english and  was very confident. I liked him already. We exchanged numbers and a friendship started.

His son started coming to my house regularly. At first, i didnt see anyting wrong until one day, he came to my house looking sad. When i asked him what was wrong, he told me he wanted to play ball with his friends but his mum told him to come to my house.

 That was when i began to put two and two together. I began to notice there was a pattern of the boy coming and after a while, his mother will come upstairs to call him. And anytime she came around she will either wear a T-shirt with no bra  and all her nipples will be showing. I could remember there was one day she had come wearing a sheer night gown with no bra under. All her breast was on display and i just looked away. It never even occured to me she was trying to seduce me. All i was  thinking was that she was being careless. 

Anyway, it was a waste of time because nothing she had to offer interested me.

Myself and Joe on the other hand was getting along very well. He came to see where i worked and i took him to my company's canteen to eat. He was a very good looking man. I knew if he took care of himself, dressed well and rested enough, he could comfortably pass for a C.E.O or a correct sugar daddy.

I eventually completed my building and move to my house. One day, Joe came to my new place with his son (who was very happy to see me). He didn't have good news. His okada business wasn't yielding much for him, he was facing eviction because he was 2 years behind rent and his marriage was on the rocks. He clearly looked stressed. He wanted to borrow some money but the truth was, i had spent quite alot on building and furnishing my place so i couldn't help. 

Also, Joe always came to me for marital advice. His wife runs a small business but never supports him. He told me sometimes, he would be forced to go searching her purse and would see money. He told me they handn't been intimate for a long time and when i asked why, he said he no longer feels joy in the marriage and that too many burdens are on him to even think about sex.

He was considering going to the village because things would be easier (in terms of cost of living) but his wife has refused. Instead, she wanted to move to Abuja to stay with her widowed sister (who he didn't like)  and he wouldn't have it. But i had to persuade him to consider her option. Abuja was a good place and as long as his wife was around his son, he will be safe. I asked him to move in with me because he would be able to save some money. He was very thankful.

Few days later, after his family moved, he moved in and our bond of friendship grew.

We did everything together. Cooked, did chores, ate (we had the habit of not eating except the other person is present), going out and occassionally,  bathed together. Joe had a beautiful body and nice big dick. I would always tease him but never made a move on him.

Few weeks after he moved in with me, it felt like he brought good-luck because, good things started happening to me. People who owed me started paying back, businesses i had invested in that wasn't yeilding profits began to pick up,  i got double promotion at work and travelled to America for a training. I was very happy. I made sure i shared my blessings with Joe and gave all the support  he needed.

At some point, he wanted to bring back his family but for some reason, his wife didn't want to come back. Thankfully, he didn't move out to get his own place. He still choose to stay with me.

Part of my promotion at work was an official car so i pushed some buttons at work and Joe got employed as my driver. We began spending our day-in and day-out together.

All the while we were together, he never for once asked why a man like me never had a wife, girlfriend or women around me. Maybe because he respected me ( despite i was way younger than him).

After almost two years of living with him, I started having serious feelings for Joe. And even though i was catching fun outside (never did anything at home because of him), it felt like i was cheating. 

Sometimes, when i will sleep out, he would call me to ask where i was and from the sound of his voice, i could tell he was hurt and  i would feel so guilty. I knew he sort of suspected i was "doing something" because when i will return, his body language will change and he will look sad.

Because i couldn't open up and tell him i was gay, i decided to tell him indirectly. 

A friend was having a house birthday party and there were going to be gay men in attendance. So, i invited Joe to come with me. On our way there, i told him i wouldn't want him to be offended on the nature of the party as it was a "just guys" thing. He told me he trusted i wouldn't do anything bad to him and as long i was there with him, he knew he was fine.

When we got to the party, the ambiance of the place was so romantic. The lights were off and there were candles everywhere as soft music played from the home speakers. All across the room were guys engaging in talks, some couples cuddling, dancing and even smooching. The host was a very successful business man who came from a super rich family so the class of people in attendance weren't tackie or dizzy. 

Everyone was well behaved and of class.

Even though i was nervous, i kept my cool and watched Joe side eyed.

To my surprise, he acted normal even when the host was hitting on him. He kindly declined anyone who asked him to dance by saying he was with me. Joe is a very- very attractive man and since we started staying together, he looked every inch a hunk. He had some drinks (alcohol) and that loosened him up because, he got into the mood and pulled me up to my feet while having a very big happy smile. He wanted to dance with me.

As we embraced and danced slowly to the soft music, my erection was on full blast. I knew he felt it but he didn't say anything. 

People were kissing left right and center and when some thirsty whores began pushing themselves on him by asking for numbers and all that, he told me we should go home. I didn't argue- i agreed and we left.

There was an akward silence as we drove home but i managed to say - "this is me...hope its okay" of which he replied - "i understand. We are together". Though i wasn't sure about what he meant by that, i didn't ask or push any further. 

When we got home, we went to our seperate rooms to undress and change into house clothes. 

Few minutes later, he came into my room and idled around a little before lying on the bed. We laid side by side facing up for a while and honestly speaking,my heart was beating like mad.

After what felt like forever, he put his hands on my thighs. Then minutes later, he began stroking it with his fingers. I didn't want the situation to be more akward by leaving everything to him..so, i reached out to him too. 

As i closed my eyes, i could feel his fingers going up to my dick and then, he felt my hardness. He ran his finger nails up and down my stiff shaft that laid pressed to my left thighs inside my briefs. I touched his man-stick as well but it was not hard. 

Nevertheless, i touched...held and felt it. He also held my dick boldly but gently and as he stroked it from cap to the base, i couldn't help but turn to face him. 

We took each other in our arms as our lips met in a passionate lock. I don't think i have ever kissed anyone like that in my life. It was intense, passionate and spiritually divine.

  I don't remember us taking off our clothes but i can remember the warmth of his naked body on mine. As i took various parts of his anatomy in my mouth, he surrendered and reacted to every sensation it gave.

From the way he moaned and quivered, It felt like absolutely every part of his body was sensitive. From his nipples to his long fat dick and hairy balls, everything was just extremely beautiful and big just like the rest of his body. 

As he came on top of me and kissed all over my body, i moaned and shivered to the loving  touch of his tongue. He took my dick in his mouth and sucked me with a love i felt inside my soul. As the softness of his mouth caressed my dick, i begged him to give me his big fat dick to put in my mouth- and he did.

We blessed each other with a 69 position and it was very intense and passionate. We weren't in a hurry. 

I went crazy as i smelt the muskness of his ass hole as i sucked his balls and without waiting to be told what to do, i grabbed his waist and buried my face inbetween his hairy manly ass cheek.

"Oh my God" he gasped as i nibbled, sucked and tongued his ass hole from the bottom of heart. As i ate his hole, i felt his strong hand grab my both ass cheeks, pulled them apart and then, the softness of his mouth met my hole. We ate our asses as if that was were the answers to all our prayers were hidden. As i rimmed him, i put a finger into his ass hole and it was so very tight. I wanted to remove my finger because of the way he grunted and jerked but he held my hand as if to say-"stay". 

He did same to me but because i already have a trained hole, his finger entered me easily. We resumed our former postion and started kissing passionately as our both fingers dug deep into each others ass holes.

I told him i love him so much...and he said he loves me too. He thanked me for been there for him and said he could never repay me for all i've done for him. 

As we kissed, he moaned - "fuck me" and he turned his back at me. As i slowly kissed his hairy back, i spat on my hand, rubbed the saliva on his hole and on my dick and began to poke his virgin pussy. My dick is average (if not below) but  slim and long so, it wasn't difficult to enter. Although he screamed in pain, he refused me to stop. 

After I allowed him to relax his muscles, i began to gently thurst into his sweet tightness. He turned his head to me and we kissed so much more.

As he began rocking his waist and ass back and forth on my dick, i began to stroke his cock. I  realised his penis had now gotten extremely hard and felt so much bigger than it was when i was sucking him. It filled my hands completely and was solid as iron.

 He moaned my name over and over until i could no longer endure the sweetness of his man-hole. I felt my soul flow into him as i came with such force that made me hold him tight. As i shook with pleasure, he kept petting me and telling me sweet things.

Once again, we started deep kissing and then, he came ontop of me. Because his cock was so big, i had to get lube. He was very  patient with penetrating my pussy  because my hole was having a hard time accommodating and adjusting  to his heavy fuck rod. 

Eventually, when all of his big fuck-stick was completely inside me, he just held me tight and didn't move for about 4 minutes. In that moment, i began to recollect the first day i saw him while i sat inside my car that rainy evening. I also rememebred the first day we   saw face to face and how my heart jumped when i looked into his eyes. 

It felt like a dream to have the penis of this beautiful and wonderful creature deep inside my love hole and making heavenly love to it.

As we looked into each others eyes while he drove deeper and deeper into my well stretched and totally occupied ass hole, i saw nothing but love in them. I cant explain the kind of joy i felt in my heart. 

While he was making love to me, i ran my hands all over his strong hairy back down to his ass crack and then i felt the warm wetness of my cum on his soaked freshly disvirgined ass. Instantly, my dick got hard again and as i slid my finger inside it, he started fucked me harder. I pushed two fingers inside and he jerked but didn't slow down on his very firm thrust.

I was moaning because he was using his dick to hit me in secret places inside my stomach while he too, was moaning because i was seriously stabbing his super tight hole  with two of my fingers.

Moments later into our intense love making, he shut his eyes so tight and gritted his teeth until all the veins in his face showed. As he shook violently, it seemed he could no longer endure the climax because he suddenly let out a scream  and crushed me with a gripping hug and ferocious kiss. 

I felt a large flooding inside my system and i didn't need anyone to tell me he had just deposited a large quantity of accumulated sperm juice into my metabolism.

We didn't stop. We made love to each other until day break.

Our loving friendship has been nothing but a blessing and even though we both face the ups and downs of life, its comforting to know we have each other.

Little Joe ( our son) is now a big boy and has a girlfriend (lol). He is very bright like his father and visits us regularly. As for his wife, they are entstraged but communicate from time to time on matters concerning Joe. From her facebook photos its evident she is thriving and happy without a "husband". 

Maybe she has managed to seduce  someone in Abuja with her breast. Who knows? 

Please keep me ananymous. 

Written by

R.W