THE HOTEL GUEST

 During the recent ASUU strike, I was bored, broke and needed to be productive so, out of desperation, I went seeking help from my uncle in Onitsha who ran a business in hopes that some how, he would fix me up as an apprentice or something.

Getting to Onitsha, I was met with disappointments. Turned out my uncle had full hands ( and house) .

Fortunately, he had a friend (an old classmate of his) who owned a hotel and needed a cover manager. Turned out the manager who happened to be the sister, was pregnant and off on maternity leave. I didn't care about the pay. I grabbed the opportunity hand, teeth and foot.

It was a decent hotel and quite tastefully furnished. I was given a suite as complimentary and it was such a huge relief to have a very nice conducive space I could call my own. 

Because Onitsha was more like my home town, I zeroed my mind on any kind of hook up or trying stuff with any staff. Last thing I wanted was to be affiliated with someone who has had reputation without my knowledge or fall into the trap of homophobes or blackmailers. 

 I could not take that risk. I resolved to wanking as a means to keep my raging libido in check and for the first couple of weeks things was good until we had a guest.

It happened one day, while I was in my office monitoring the CCTV ( just to keep an eye on things), I saw a jeep pull up in front of the hotel. Immediately, I made my way to the entrance to welcome whoever it was ( one of my many duties as acting manager).

On getting to the lobby, I saw a good looking middle aged man, a fat woman ( obviously his wife) and a set of twins (girls) who were the spit image of the woman and at about the age 7. They spoke with a very strong foreign accent. It was obvious they had just come into the country.

Also, I had a gut feeling that the man would probably be queer. You know what they say about very fine men right? Everything about him oozed refinement.

The lady (who I suspect to be his wife ) was seriously dishing attitude . First, she looked around the lobby with disdain as if it were a den of filth before going ahead to complain about our prices in very rude and arrogant manner . However, I was very calm and professional. Eventually, they made payment and was taken to their suite.

But little did I know that would be the beginning of a series of nightmares for all of us at the hotel.

 Either the woman or her daughters would call nearly every hour to complain about something. Worse of all, because they were Jetlagged and could not sleep at night, they took it upon themselves to ensure the entire staff of the hotel stayed awake with them. 

 To be sincere, the husband was pretty chilled and didn't have a problem. In fact, he understood the stress his wife and kids were putting us through and would always apologise on their behalf. Sometimes, when his wife and kids were at their madness, his facial expression was enough to pacify us. Often, he would tip me handsomely whenever she wasn't looking and wink in a friendly manner. 

At a point, I began crushing heavily on the man.

However, one thing was very obvious.. he was a tired and fed-up man with her shitty behaviour . 

One night, after they had used our dinning Hall to entertain some of their guests and I was helping the staff to clear the room, Mr. Paul ( his name) entered to ask for the bill. For some reason, he didn't want it to be billed to his room. Because it was very late and I was totally exhausted, I told him I would look into it the next day. Rather than walk away, he hanged around a bit and then, started asking me questions about myself. Instantly, we struck off and began talking and laughing like old friends. It was crystal clear we found each others company comfortable and the energy was right. 

We were still talking when madam walked in and began running her mouth. She tried insinuating our service was poor and because of that, she wasn't going to pay whatever bill it was.

Turning to her husband, she rudely spoke in igbo saying that she hoped he wasn't intending paying us anything because she knew how stupid men could be sometimes.

For the very first time, since they lodged, I saw Mr. Paul loose his cool. He raised his voice and ordered her to "get out". But it seemed that was a very bad idea because, she went from a 10 to a 100.

She flared up, started yelling at the top of her lungs and kept bumping into him with her massive breast while daring him to hit her.

 " I said you should hit me.... hit me if you are a man.... I said you should hit me....I dare you... after all, haven't you done it before?".

He tried walking away but she wouldn't let him. She kept blocking his path and yelling obscene words at him. Eventually, he shoved her aside and went outside. 

I had to follow him just ensure he was okay and also, help him calm down. It was evident he'd stepped outside to stop himself from doing something terrible.

When I met him outside, he was really-really mad and fuming. I tried to calm him down the best I could but all to no avail. He was cursing like a sailor and I could tell he was someone you really didn't want see angry.

Usually, I do smoke weed to calm down whenever I'm stressed and by some stroke of luck, I had some in my possession. I asked him if he wanted to smoke some weed and he welcomed it.

As we began sharing my blunt, he started to talk. He had brought his wife from Nigeria to abroad to stay with him and once she started making her money, she began disrespecting him. He already had 2 love children and didn't want to get married. However, his mother wanted him to get married and had suggested his wife to him. He had thought she was a humble and simple woman but he was wrong. She was his biggest mistake. He couldn't divorce her yet because he knew he had a lot to loose ( the law protects and favours women more than men in the west). However, he disclosed he was hatching a plan of coming to Nigeria for a long while and do other things to widen the distance for his sanity.

Though it was pretty late, he was determined to leave that night to an unknown destination. Apparently, sleeping in his room was out of the question.

Empathising with him, I suggested he pass the night in my room if he needed where to sleep rather than leave at such ungodly hour. Besides, Onitsha isn't that safe for someone like him.

Originally, my idea was to secretly get him the keys to the room next to mine without the knowledge of my staff ( whom I knew really didn't like my strictness and were snitches).

Because I was exhausted from my daily routines as well as feeling quite high on the weed, I had to take my leave. But before I did, I told him my room number and reminded him to feel free to come by and spend the night if he needed where to sleep. He told me he needed to make some calls to his in-laws and thanked me for my time.

After getting to my room and finishing all the necessary bathroom rituals, I had just laid down on my cosy bed and was scrolling through twitter on my laptop to find a suitable wanking material to round up the night with when I got a knock on the door.

At this time, I had totally forgot about Mr. Paul because it had been well over 30 minutes since I left him alone outside. Thinking it was one of my staff, I walked to the door and without peeping through the peephole ( a very bad habit I have), I hid behind the door and opened it. To my surprise, he was the one. Completely perplexed, I didn't know weather to let him in or keep him waiting at the door while I got something to cover nakedness. But there was no time to think. Concluding that we were both men and it would be awkward to just keep him standing, I let him in almost immediately.

Once he stepped in, he turned to look at me and realised I was naked. I had covered my dick with my hand and apologised if it made him uncomfortable. But he laughed, waved it off and said it was a normal thing. He also mentioned something about how married life had restrained him from walking around naked. 

As he made his way through , he stopped on his track and starred at my opened laptop which was lying at the bed. I had also completely forgot my laptop was on.

Raising his brow, he whistled and said - "okayyyyyy???" Obviously, he'd seen the gay content I was watching.

At first, I was confused and uneasy because I didn't know exactly what to think of his reaction,. But it seemed he noticed my discomfort because he chucked and told me to calm down and not fear. He starred at me for a moment before saying - "You know, I never would have guessed".

When I asked him what he meant by that, he said he never would have thought I was gay because I didn't look nor behaved it. This made me laugh. Was this man a novice or what?

 "Just so you know, don't have a problem with it. As long as long as everyone do their thing on their lane". He added rather quickly.

Now, I was having mixed feelings at his statement and assumed he was a straight man who simply was open minded enough to tolerate gay people. 

But to my surprise, he casually, he asked if homosexuality was rampant in Nigeria and if it was sweet. 

At this point, I had a gut feeling this man wasn't entirely straight. But I played cool and answered his questions.

He started asking me sexual questions and because it felt like a very honest conversation, I answered everything he needed to know. 

In the middle of our discussion, he casually asked to see my penis and I gave him a view of my still limp cock. 

"not bad" was all he said before continuing with his questions.

He asked about my "first time" and I told him the truth. My first gay sex experience was with a very endowed older man and since then, they have been my weakness. 

"wow... that means you play the woman in the game" he said.. his voice, hinting excitement.

I told him I was versatile but loved being bottom for older men with big dicks. I purposely hinted the "big dicks" because I knew he was flirting with me.

"hmmmm... are you saying you love it really big and can take it?"

"absolutely sir" I responded almost immediately.

He nodded his head as if satisfied with my response before saying - " so, you are saying you love it big and huge like this?" - To my shock, he zipped his fly, stuck his hands into his pants and pulled out an impossible looking penis.

My jaw dropped. 

Literally. 

"What's the problem ehhh?" He asked - his voice, husky and deep. 

"Why are you pretending to be surprised?.. But you said you like it very big.." he continued as he edged closer to me and began pinching one of my nipples while stroking my already stiff member. 

I still could not believe my eyes as I held his incredibly unbelievable cock. 

The only thing I could keep muttering to myself was "its a lie". It felt like my eyes were playing tricks

Paul was massive. Too massive to be real. 

"Kiss me daddy" I said from the bottom of my heart and he took me in his arms and gave me a deep, long, head spinning kiss. 

After kissing me for what felt like the longest of times, he whispered - "I know You want it in your mouth" and I nodded in agreement with a smile.

Without asking for permission, I broke the kiss and went down on my knees like a cock slave.  Pulling down his trousers completely to rid off any obstructions and of course, have a glorious view of his divine penis, I once again held his hot swollen penis in deep admiration . 

First thing I did was lovingly rubbed my face all over his bush and stiff huge monster before kissing the fat cap and then, I began sucking it with all the suppressed sexual hunger, depression and starvation I had been feeling all these times. I was so greedy with my sucking and he was loving every second of it.

He called me a slut. A whore. A cock craving bitch. And guess what? I received it as a compliment and reciprocated by forcing more and more cock down my slutty throat. Sucking and letting saliva drip down my chin like those harlots in porn movies. 

Mr. Paul grunted in ecstasy as I gave him a real display while sucking him with all my heart.

After a sweet moment, he said - "show me that slutty cunt baby"

I was already naked so, I was ready.

Quickly positioning myself on the edge of the bed with my chest down, I raised my ass up and parted my ass cheek wide apart to reveal all the beautifulness of my interior. I heard him gasp "fuck!!" and before I knew it, his mouth was on my man-cunt.... sucking, chewing, licking, teasing and doing all sorts of heavenly wicked things to it. He ate me forever before asking for my cream. I pointed its location and with speed, he went to retrieve it. Once he lubricated his fist size dick, he started fingering my hole while wanking himself. 

As he fingered me, he kept asking me if I want his dick inside my hole and all I did was beg him like a junkie desperate for a quick fix.

No doubt, he was rough in his finger-fucking but I didn't mind. I was yearning for his cock in my honey pot and there was absolutely no way it would enter unless my ass hole muscles were relaxed and loose.

After an extensive fingering pleasure,  he started putting his humongous cock inside my moist cunt. I took several deep breaths and tried my best to relax as raw pain shot through my nerves. After the hurt had subsided, he started rocking back and forth very slowly...thus, giving my tight pussy an opportunity to get accustomed to the enormous invasion.

As my hole began to get used to the painful stretch, gradually, he started picking up his pace and before I knew it, my hole was wide opened and loose enough for his expert aggressive pounding.

My entire body shook in raw ecstasy as I felt every inch of his penis occupy every nook and corner of my hole. 

Paul pounded and scattered me silly. He made a laughing stock out of my man-cunt and I could do absolutely nothing about it.

He praised my hole saying it was the sweetest pussy in the world and this boosted my self esteem. I began pushing my ass back to match the slamming of his fucking rhythm and it drove him crazy. He spanked and roughly grabbed my soft ass cheeks very hard repeatedly as he encouraged me to work my ass like a bitch.

Gosh!!! I moaned and begged for his love juice. Indeed, I was desperate to feel his creamy life giving seed flow through my metabolism and I knew for a fact he wanted that too.

Asking me to lie on my back, raise my legs and open my sore gapping cunt., I simply obeyed.  

Eyeing my already bamboozled worn out gapping cunt like it were some desert, he squatted and inserted his tongue right inside it. After sucking and tongue tickling the extremely sensitive flesh of my rectum, he hacked a large amount of saliva, parted my hole real wide and spat inside. He reintroduced his mortar pestle size cock and immediately, it slid right deep down into my stomach.

I grabbed him and screamed. 

He held me in a warm, tight loving embrace and we kissed very passionately  

In this position, Paul didn't fuck me like a possessed gladiator. This time, he was slow... passionate...calculated and sensual. 

From time to time, he will pause, stare at me, smile, kiss my forehead, tip of my nose and continue making very slow love to me.

 Call it love or lust...I don't know.. but what I know for a fact is that we felt something special for each other and it was in that intimate moment, he gave a soft cry and took my lips in his. He started to sob and groan deeply as I felt his heavy dick pulsate over and over as he called my name amidst warm kisses. 

My hard dick was pressed in-between our sweaty stomachs and because he kept rocking his body when driving his pole deeper into my soul, he was giving friction to my dick. Few seconds after he deposited his sperm deep into my sore pussy-hole, I too, began to cum.

Despite Paul had already cum, he joined me in my moans and ecstasy as I released my cream all over our stomachs. 

It took a very long time before we had the strength to disengage and take our shower. Once we got back to bed and cuddled, we slept off almost immediately.

The next morning, we woke up to find several missed calls from his wife and her people of which he refused returning or picking. He stayed in my room almost the whole day and no one knew where he was. I did my best to avoid his wife and didn't tell her where he was.

Later in the day, he left for town and stayed for long hours. When he returned, it was very late and something very funny happened. His wife at first was crying crocodile tears and begging him. Then she started asking him if he had another woman. When he didn't answer her, she automatically changed and started calling him a shameless man.  

He neither replied nor exchanged words with her.  It was obvious he was done.

So many of his relatives began coming to the hotel and because he could not avoid them, he had to leave for another hotel.

However, he would visit very late at night, come to my room and fuck me to the milky way and back. He also let me fuck him on one occasion and it felt so- so sweet.

We fucked secretly for a couple of times before he finally left the country with his family.

Few weeks after his departure, he was back to Nigeria and this time around, he was Lodged at my hotel. He took the room next to mine and had made us official. Not "openly though". We had extensively discussed when he was away and had decided to give "us" a try for good.

Like I suspected, Mr. Paul was already queer before he met me but wasn't active homosexually for so many years. He'll be around for a long time and thankfully, I'm rounding up school. Hopefully, we'll settle outside Nigeria ( which is the main plan). I love him and I  know he loves more.

Written by 

Timothy B.