LITTLE JOHNNY

 I had a neighbor whose son was named John and everyone fondly called him little Johnny. 

As a child, little Johnny was a rascal and very stubborn but also, very extremely attached  to me.  I remember how he had to be threatened with "not seeing me" before he stopped  misbehaving. Sometimes, he won't eat or stop crying unless he sees me or I carry him . (He did this as a toddler). 

Everyone assumed that little Johnny's attachment to me was just "one of those things" but I knew he was gay because, when he was little , he would get extremely jealous if any of my friends came around to visit me and would even go as far as fighting or trying to push them out of my house whenever he sees them.  

Sometimes, whenever am having my bath, he would knock the door and demand to enter the bathroom; also, when am drying my body, he would  try to peek under my towel.

One time, when he was around 7 years, I was having my usual afternoon nap when I felt someone lie on my back and something hard inbetween my ass crack. I quickly woke up only to see this child lying on my back with his crotch right inbetween my butt cheek. 

I was so mad at him that day. But do you know despite how hard I rebuked or threatened him over his behavior, Little Johnny did not flinch. Instead, he looked  at me with his very piercing eyes ( that looked as if he wore eye liner because of his extremely thick lashes) as if to dare me to deny that I wasn't gay.  And honestly, that really scared me.

I began avoiding him  as well as restricting him from coming to my house but he never relented in his advances. 

One reason why I didn't tell his mother was simply because, at that time in my life, I was very young and just discovering my sexuality and it was a very confusing moment for me as well as a big secret. 

I feared that little Johnny from the way he looked at me, knew what I was and could probably tell someone. I was " that" scared back then. 

At the time, I was in secondary school so after my secondary education, i joined my dad in America and wouldn't see little Johnny for over 15 years until last Christmas when I came to Nigeria. 

I happened to be driving passed my old house and it was then I remembered little Johnny and his family. 

His mothers Shop was still right in front of the house with her name boldly written on a sign post (just like I remembered).  

 I found a parking space and decided to say hello to her and the family.

When she saw me, she went wild with joy. I asked after little Johnny and she said he went out. She began calling him frantically on the phone  urging him to come home immediately.  About 20 minutes later,  a tall , strikingly handsome  and athletic built man with well groomed beards and the most piercing set of eyes appeared. 

 I wouldn't have known who was standing right in front of me had it not been his haunting  eyes were very familiar. 

Little Johnny had completely transformed to a full fledged man to the point I began to question my age. 

My mouth was still opened in shock as he hugged me so tight in his very powerful arms while calling my name with his deep and husky voice. I was so surprised he could still remember who I was Even after all these years. 

As we got talking , he told me he had dropped out of school (to his mother's dissaproval) to become an entrepreneur. He was a cobbler as well as a painter. While he brought his wares (sandals ) for me to try, his mother began asking about my marital status. When I told her I was single, she immediately began suggesting one of her daughters to me. 

Involuntary, my eyes darted to Johnnys and  instantly, my heart skipped. He had the same intense stare like he did as a child and i could still see that familiar  jealousy and raw desire in his eyes. I had to force my eyes away from his hypnotic gaze because it was just creepy. 

After selecting the sandals and painting I wanted, it turned out the cash on me was insufficient because i  had picked quite a lot of items for family and friends as well ( just to patronize his business).

 I wanted to suggest a money transfer but he quickly cut in and told me he would prefer coming to my hotel room to collect the money as well as "catch up" with me.

Honestly, in that instance, my dick swelled because in my heart, I knew what that meant- also, coupled with the fact that I was super horny at the time. (Hadn't had sex for  like forever).  But I doubted myself because from his looks, I could swear he was 100% top like myself. Infact, from his mannerism, he seemed like the very domineering type. 

I wanted to give an excuse as to why It wouldn't be possible.. but not wanting to be a douche bag, I gave him my phone number as well as the hotels name and my room number.  

 That night, while I was spending time with my parents in my family house, I got a message from him saying he was on his way to the hotel. 

Though i was angry at the sudden information, something very strange happened.  Instead of me telling him off and ignoring his message (which is my typical reaction), I saw myself dropping everything I was doing for my parents and heading back to the hotel. 

By the time I got there, he was already in the lobby waiting for me. He looked very-very good. I found myself apologising for keeping him waiting and as we made our way to my room, he playfully punched my jaw and said if I had kept him waiting for the next 5 minutes, he would've broken my jaw. I told him I would break his head before he would even attempt anything. 

Right there in the hotel corridor , he turned to stand in front of me, stepped very close to the point I could smell the fragrance of his body lotion and said menacingly 

 "You think you can beat me? ...you think you have the power?"  

 I knew he was joking, but i also could not deny that there was something wickedly dangerous and yet, super sexy about this man. 

Also, having a man stand so close to me wasn't helping my horny state so in order not to start having another boner, I simply laughed and shoved him aside. 

When inside the room, I ordered us drinks as we chatted. To my surprise, he drank 2 bottles of big stout but showed absolutely no sign of getting tipsy talkless of getting drunk. 

It was getting late and as I informed him I would be happy to drop him off  whenever he was ready to leave, he got offended and asked if I was chasing him away.  As i tried to  explain that- that wasn't what I meant, he looked right dead into my eyes and asked 

 - "when will you stop running?" 

I asked him what he meant by that statement and without missing a heart beat, he said-

"See.....i am not a child. I am a fucking grown man. Stop pretending like you don't know I always wanted you ". 

My mouth opened but nothing came out of it. When I realized I couldn't find any words to say, I simply shut them. 

I was still struggling with my head to figure out what exactly I should say when he stood up and came to meet me on the bed.

His hand went straight to my dick and as grabbed it, my cock betrayed me. It was hard as fuck!!!!

"You see?????.." he said huskily in his smooth baritone as he began to nicely caress my stiff pole. He also started tonguing my ears and neck (which is such a huge turn-on for me) and this made my entire body smoking hot.

 

 I told him to stop because, What he was starting  wasn't going to work.

He paused to asked "Why?" And I told him I was also top. 

He bursted into a very loud laugh which died almost as immediately as it started.  

"Like I care" was his reply as he pulled down my trousers, took  my shirt off and began doing everything unimaginable to me.

His mouth was everywhere at the same time and all of could do was moan and grunt everything audible in my vocabulary. Just as I was drifting deeper into the blissful sweetness he was giving , I felt his mouth on my hairy ass hole. 

My eyes immediately flunged open and I told him to stop. 

you see, In all my queer life, I've never allowed anyone near my ass  because I didn't want anyone to start having ideas of topping me. Also, i use to take pride in claiming that I was a "pure top" (as in- never attempted bottoming ) and my butt hole was a "NO GO AREA!!!". But how i surrendered and allowed this guy to do all sorts to my virigin man hole is something I just can't explain. 

Even though I was asking him to stop, I was  thoroughly enjoying the sensation of his tongue in my ass. It got to a point I pulled his head further into my butt cheeks. 

 After eating me out for over a good 30 minutes, he took all my cock deep down his warm slippery throat. His blow job was excellently amazing. 

As he sucked me,  he slid a finger inside my saliva moist hole and I felt a sharp sting which quickly dissolved  into the intense sensation my cock was feeling in his mouth. 

He really took his time to finger me expertly until I could feel his finger easily slide in and out of my now wet hole .

 Slowly, he kissed his way up my body, sucked my nipples like heaven and then, laid on top of me. As he began kissing my lips, I couldn't  help myself  any longer.. i kissed him back passionately. 

But in the middle of our kissing, I felt his dick head pushing its way through my ass hole. I immediately told him to stop but he wouldn't hear me. Instead, he looked at me with his very charming eyes and said - 

"ssshhhhh....relax babe...I got you". 

"Wait!!!!..What???? Did he just shush me and called me Babe???" The bloody nerve!!!! 

I wanted to push him away but I didn't have the strength to move a single muscle. I was totally disarmed by his passion.  All I could do was beg for mercy as he gradually pushed his meat further into my fresh man-pussy.

The hurt was trumendous but his soft kisses and soothing words made everything bearable. He had the patience of a saint to be able to finally penetrate me because i was damn too tight. 

When he finally had every single inch of his cock buried 6 feet deep in my pussy, I began to panic. But he kept encouraging me to look into his eyes, relax and breathe deeply... all of which I did righteously. 

Eventually, my body relaxed.

"Your pussy is deliciously tight baby...gosh..it's everything I dreamed of " 

I remembered him saying among so many other sweet nonsense.

As he began driving his stiff cock in and out of my cunt, I realized I began to relax so much more and started opening my legs wider for more cock penetration. I guess it was because he was saying all those nice things to me. 

Also, i wouldn't lie...there is a sense of sexual satisfaction and triumph that comes with the knowledge and understanding that a man has the power to pleasure another man with his ass hole even to the point of making him moan . 

Watching his facial expression gave me joy and I couldn't help but urge him to "ride me". All of me wanted to see him let go completely and not hold back. 

The harder, he dug into me, the more  the hurt but it was a good type of hurt in an akward way. 

As he told me he was cumming, it was as if something came over me. I raised my legs , held them firmly apart and raised my head in an attempt to look beyond my balls and heavily precumming erect dick to watch the ongoing Collison.

I am the least flexible person but that day, I surprised myself.  I was able to see his shaft drive in and out of my hole as he howled loudly while depositing his semen right inside me. 

The sensation of having another man discharge his milk inside you is pure bliss and though it was a brand new feeling, I could bet on anything that it was an excellent one.

He was still moaning and gasping for air when I pulled him to myself and kissed him passionately.  His ecstacy was just beautiful to watch.

After he had caught his breath, he smiled at me and said - "now it's your turn".

Do you know this guy took his cum from my ass as lubricant?

I watched in disbelief as he rubbed his ass and my cock with his cum,  sat across me and inserted my cock inside him. Unlike me, it took him few seconds to complete the penetration. 

Little Johnny was no virgin. 

His hole was very well trained and honestly, as a guy with a big dick, his kind of hole is perfect for me. It wasn't tight but still, I could feel his very soft, warm and moist walls all over my shaft.

When I said he fucked my dick? - I meant he really did fuck my dick to stupor.

As bottom, little Johnny was a totally different person. All that masculine and rugged demeanor  vanished into thin air to reveal a cock craving pagan harlot. 

From the way he moaned, rode my dick, rolled his waist and begged me to fuck him literally blew my mind. 

His ass cheek was also so soft and fleshy that even as I fucked him, it cushioned my thighs and groin area comfortably. 

When  I finally came, it was as if my spirit left my body. The climax was INSANE!!!!!!!

 Honestly, if I had the stamina to fuck him for him the whole day, I would have done that.. he was just too sweet.

That night as he slept cuddling me, so many mixed feelings started to bother me. First, I hated myself for giving out my virginity ( please don't judge me). Secondly, i hated myself for allowing someone whom I knew when he was a child pop my treasured cherry. 

Thirdly, I found the whole "baby" name calling annoying...for me, it felt like I was now his "babe" just because he topped me ( one again, don't judge me).

Also, i've never been the relationship type so, having him cuddle me like i was his lover was kinda weird for me.

The following morning, I became irritable and withdrawn and he noticed.  This led to a huge argument and we fell out.

 Actually, he called my behavior "childish" and that ticked me off.  He walked out on me as he said he wouldn't give me the permission to ruin his special day. 

But all through that day, we had a very long chat on whatsapp and he was asking me out. It was not practical for me because , I was based abroad and there was a very visible age gap. Also, I've never been the kind of dude cut out for relationship.  But he didn't want to hear it.

We had also realised that he had left without collecting his money and instead of accepting money transfer, he insisted coming to my hotel room. 

Once again, I was too weak to refuse. 

In less than 5 minutes after he had stepped into my hotel room, we were already taking off each others clothes .. kissing and fucking each others brain out.

After we were done, he told me he would out me if I didn't date him. At first, I thought he was joking but when he wasn't smiling, I knew he was serious.  I asked him how much was his price and to my surprise, he exploded and warned me not to take him for a wretch. He simply demanded I pay him the exact amount of money for the goods i'd purchased. 

A day before I left Nigeria, we made crazy love and the next day, he saw me to the airport.

It was quite an emotional moment for us. First time in my life I would cry because I was saying "goodbye". He too couldn't "man-up" about it.

Since I left Nigeria, I've not been myself.  I catch myself starring at his photos on Facebook and wanting to hear his voice every single day . Sometimes, I touch my ass hole and wank while reminiscing about all the beautiful things he did to it. 

He is still willing to wait for me to come around no matter how long it takes. If I was someone who believed in witchcraft, I would've said I've been charmed or bewitched judging by how attracted I am to him.

Maybe it's about time I settle down and give this relationship thing a shot. After all, if I was straight, wouldn't that be ideal thing? 

Written by 

J.J