IRRESISTIBLE TEMPTATION pt.1

 So, after I lost my uncle who happened to be my sponsor, I dropped out of university and moved in with my brother. About a year later, he (my brother) won a scholarship to study abroad and traveled.

But because I had no source of income, I could not renew his rent therefore, I had to leave.

With no accommodation, I began hopping from one relative's house to another which was quite an emotional trigger. You see, I lost both my parents when I was 13 years old and from that early age, I was passed around from one relative to another so, finding myself back in the cycle of being at people's mercy was quite traumatic.

I desperately wanted to be by myself knowing fully well what I had endured at the hands of so-called "family members" but I had no choice.

So here I was, back to square one- homeless. 

Eventually, I moved in with my cousin who grew up with us before my dad passed. My father was her guardian after her father ( who happened to be one of my dad's brother) died.

She was now married. However, her husband was barely home. He had married a white woman for document purposes in Europe where he lived and kept my cousin as his "home based" wife.

Moving in with her was a real DRAMA. Her rules and regulations were endless not to talk of her excessive religiosity. 

She ran a poultry in the same compound where she lived and I was tasked to cater to her birds... after all, it was the least I could do to keep myself busy and appreciate her support.

When I moved in, my cousin warned me to stay away from her neighbor who happened to be the landlord. According to her, he was not a good person and she suspected he was into rituals or fraud given that he had acquired wealth with no "job" evidence. She also mentioned that she suspected him of being homosexual because, according to her, he didn't have a wife nor girlfriend she's seen.

 At first, I paid no attention because I felt it was just gossip and besides, I had too much going on in my life to even bother about someone else's life. But as time passed, I began to notice things my cousin had mentioned and somehow, it got me curious. Very curious.

He ( the landlord) should be in his 50s but takes good care of his looks. Despite living in a big house ( he owned all three duplexes in the compound), and driving 4 exotic cars, he had no wife or children and lived like a bachelor. And just like my cousin had said, I had noticed he had no female guests coming to look for him- only guys came and they all looked flashy and well-off as well.

Instead of judging him, I found myself admiring his success and personality. He was someone who was living his life with no apologies. I doubted he was gay because he was masculine and at the time, I assumed all gay men were either feminine or cross-dressers. Also, I had thought he was the type who saw women as greedy snakes who were only out to reap where they didn't sow and  avoided their trouble. 

For the first couple of weeks, we were only making eye contact and nodding greetings to each other. After a while, we verbally started greeting and then, started shaking hands.

Anytime I was cleaning the compound, I would intentionally clean his side and sometimes, wash the exterior of his car. All these I did were unknown to my cousin because I knew if she found out, she would make a fuss about everything. 

He would always thank me and occasionally, would give me money out of his generosity for my service. But most times I refused to accept the money because, in all honesty, I wanted to be in his circle and escape my poverty.

One Sunday afternoon, while my cousin was stuck in church and wouldn't be back until very late, I took the bold step to pay a visit. 

I had barely rang the doorbell when a young guy about my age opened the door. He sized me up and down the way a man checked a woman he fancied. 

"O hello"

He sang, rather than spoke.

When I asked after the landlord, he called loudly ...

"Uncle D. You have a fine guest o" he jocund as he called out.

In a bit, the landlord came to meet me at the door looking a bit confused as to why I had come.

After babbling that I had come to greet him, I asked if he had anything such as chores he would like me to do for him. 

He answered- "No" but said I was welcome to come in for a drink if I wanted and I accepted the offer immediately. 

There seemed to be a small party as I stepped into the very tastefully furnished living room.

The music was loud and there were about 3 other guys in the living room. All drinking and smoking weed and cigarettes. PERFECT!!!!!!

Being a sucker for weed and alcohol and coupled with the fact I hadn't indulged in a while, I became a kid in a candy store. I didn't need to ask anyone to make me feel at home. 

I poured myself some drinks and wrapped a blunt.

Trust the power of weed and alcohol when it comes to uniting men. I immediately became buddies with everyone and we started chit-chatting.

In the course of our discussion, the guy who answered the door (whom I got to know his name as Toby) started asking me regular questions until they became personal. 

When he asked if I had a girlfriend and I said no, he asked "why"  and I said I was usually unlucky with them.

He then smiled coyly and asked - "how open are you?".

At first, I didn't catch the question but when he asked if I was willing to try "the other gender", I laughed cos I thought he was only joking. When I told him it was something that had never crossed my mind, he rolled his eyes as if I was boring him or telling lies.

"so you didn't go to a boys boarding school?" He asked almost rudely. 

"yes, I did" I replied.

"And you weren't curious or didn't try anything with anyone?" he retorted in a way that made it look condescending.

Still keeping ny cool, I told him there were rumors in school about seniors and juniors doing stuff but I didn't partake in it"

"Are you sure?" everyone seemed to chorus in unison and we all roared in laughter. 

"it is not my thing," I said in defence  

"But how do you know? I mean you'll never know unless you try " the landlord chipped in. There was no humor in his voice and it sort of spooked me because I could tell he probably was serious. 

Maybe it was the weed or alcohol but I remember asking him if he was into gay stuff and he shrugged and said "Maybe". He also said something about different strokes, different folks, and how a man got to do what he got to do.

In my small Nigerian mentality, I wondered if they were using homosexuality for rituals and innocently, I asked. The way they all laughed at me made me feel truly embarrassed. 

My landlord gave me a brief history of himself. He was an engineer and worked abroad almost all his life. He had made tons of investments and had retired pretty early. The other guys in the room introduced their fields of expertise and I got to know they were simply just young hard-working men who were focused and hustling strong.

 However, it seemed Toby had nothing meaningful to say  about himself because 

without being asked, he started boasting about his father's wealth and I instantly my  already cemented dislike for him worsened. 

As he skept on bragging, the landlord called him a slut and told him to shut up and sit down.

Expecting he would take offence at being called such a derogatory name ,I was surprised he was proud about it. He owned the "slut" with his full chest and began bragging about how he loved dicks and how no man could handle him. 

They started teasing him and the landlord casually ordered one of his guests to "Give him dick". 

The guy looked at me quizzically as if uncomfortable about my presence. 

Turning to me, the landlord said I was free to leave or stay back and enjoy. Sadly, my curiosity got the very best of me. I wanted to watch live man to man action and decided to stay. When the I was asked to keep my mouth shut and let whatever happens never leave the door, I gave my word. 

Without wasting time, the guy who Toby was asked to service began to unbuckle his belt. Toby knelt in front of him and before I knew it, he had put his dick in his mouth. 

As I watched in amazement the way he kept sucking with full concentration I noticed the landlord was watching me instead. 

The other two guys were also stroking their dicks and once again, the landlord gave his orders. He asked one of the guys to penetrate Toby and without hesitation, he went to work. 

The landlord brought something in a bottle (which I found out was lubricant ) and the guy began fingering Tobys ass with it.

If you ask me, it felt as if this was what they usually did because it seemed quite regular for them. 

In a very short time, he was already slamming hard and fast into Tobys willing hole.

I starter to get very hard and I don't know if it was the weed, alcohol or the fact that I hadnt had sex in "ages". Been a broke ass man and living a life of many troubles made me think-less of sex and unfortunately, I don't wank because I have very rough palms and it gives me bruises whenever I try to stroke myself. 

Though my dick was growing strong like crazy, I started having a deep resentment for Toby as i watched his two holes get stuff with penis. He was definitely a spoilt kid who didn't know anything about suffering like i have and of course, he was nothing but a pompous fucking penis craving whore. What annoyed me the most was that  both guys fucking him had average dicks and were not aggressive enough in inflicting the kind of pain Toby deserved to feel.

In fact, I felt Tobys moanings were not genuine enough. 

The landlord, noticing I had covered my crotch with my hand to hide my swollen penis, walked to me. He encouraged me to remove my hands, and though I was shy, I did as he asked. He felt my dick and his eyes widened in shock. 

I may not have money, but one thing I know I have in excess is penis. My dick is over 10 inches and very thick. It's a real machine.

"Fuck mhen.... I want to see you fuck this guy like a bitch with this stick" he cooed as he rubbed my everly swollen member that was responding with aggressive throbbs to hid touch.

I wanted to protest but he told me he would compensate me for the troubles.

'How much?" I asked

"Trust me, you will not be disappointed" he replied.

Clearly, my silence was the approval he needed and he commanded the guy fucking Toby to stand aside for me. 

To be continued 

Written by 

D. Robertson