MY ROOM MATE

 

Good afternoon teebeelicous readers, I hope you are doing great in whatever part of the globe you are reading this from. I would like to share my story on how I met the love of my life whom I’ve been with for 16 years come August the 3rd of 2025.

I would like to take you guys back to how we started.

I met Darlington (my man) when I was in university. At the time, I was a fresh student who was still coming to terms with his sexuality and had no clue about life as an independent adult. An agent I met through my sisters husband got me an accommodation off campus and It was a three bedroom flat. Of course, it was shared. 

Darlington occupied one room and the other room was occupied by a guy named Famous (yes, that is his name).

Famous and Darlington were good looking men. They were both gym rats and were every inch what masculinity was.

While Famous was sort of a fleshy build -(the type that converts fat to muscle), Darlington on the other hand, had a physique of a god. He was not excessively muscular- rather, his body was well defined and fitted perfectly to his tall frame. He had strong powerful arms and I always feared his shirt would tear because they seemed to stretched really-really thin on his very strong broad shoulders and chest. He was so handsome and everyone liked him. Girls fought over him and guys wanted to hang out with him as if in hopes his charm would rub off on them.

The first week i moved in, the other tenants in the building threw a send off and welcome party. A send off for the graduated tenants leaving, and a welcome, for tenants moving in. There was surplus supply of alcohol and that was the very first time in my life I tasted alcohol. But unfortunately, in an attempt to prove I was grown and not a novice, I took more than what my head could handle. 

That was the biggest mistake of my life.

You know the saying that alcohol gives you boldness right? Well, I found that out for myself. I went straight to my flatmates and told them I loved them. Yes, both of them. I think I must have said other stuff which I don’t remember. Like I earlier said, I was just a novice and all my life, I have been carrying the weight of being attracted to men on my chest. I was desperate to let it out and the alcohol made me think that was the best time.

At the time, I didn’t know anyone like me-Not even while I was in secondary school. There was no one to help me navigate and process my emotions and it was really traumatic. In my heart, I was hoping getting into university would give me the closure I needed but I guess that was not how it worked.

So, I told my flatmates what I felt I had to tell them and It was the next day the repercussion hit me. Famous called a meeting the next day and sternly warned me with an undeniable cold repulsion in his eyes never to come near him if I was a homo. Even in my hangover state, my eyes flashed to Darlington and I saw something in his eyes- something that looked like tension. Darlington didn’t say anything - although, Later that day, he knocked on my door to check if I was okay because I had been suffering a bad hangover.

From that day, Famous became extremely hostile to me. He would make very homophobic side comments and would lash out over any mistake I made around the house. I seriously withdrew further into my shell and drowned myself with studies. I vowed to myself to keep my sexuality under wraps.

Living with Darlington and famous really wasn’t easy. The way they walked round the house topless, and 90% of the time, in only their underwear. I remember the first time I saw Darlington naked. I had accidentally entered the bathroom without knocking and there he was, naked as the day his mother gave birth to him. He  was watching something on his phone and his penis was semi erect. His cock was so big. So juicy big. I apologised and went into my room to wank off the steam as imagined how it would feel sucking him off and having all that dick enter me.

Famous on the other hand, had an average dick and his nasty attitude drowned everything attractive I’d thought him to be.

It also didn’t help matters that they brought girls frequently to the house. Every other night, I heard fucking noises and moans of women getting laid while I laid in bed day dreaming. 

Famous later graduated and left the school and room so, it was just myself and Darlington. Darlington who was supposed to have graduated, had some problems with his courses and needed to stay back.

Once after Famous left, Darlingtons behaviour towards me changed, He was no longer stoic and seemed more friendly than before. He now smiled a lot and seemed to want to talk to me more. Sometimes, I saw a warmth in his eyes when he looked at me, and at first, my gay instinct was exploding but because of the incident with famous, I kept myself in check. But in my heart , I always wished Darlington was my man and would imagine this was our home as husbands.

Darlington had a girlfriend called Vivian who looked like a living doll and the perfect match for his drop dead gorgeousness. Though they were like celebrities on campus, it was a different story at home. They argued a lot and Vivian was really toxic. She would always snatch his phone from his hands and begin going through his messages. On many occasions, she’s hit him over something and called him derogatory names. I always kept my distance and minded my business any time they had their fall outs and for the life of me,  I could not understand why he was still with her despite all the rubbish. Although, something told me (at the time) he was with her for the picture perfect image they had.

 Also, about that time, Darlington started becoming religious and I would hear him cry in his room begging God to change him. I couldn’t understand what was going on but I felt it was probably the  pressure of school getting to him.

One day, Vivan came to the house and was ready for war. I don’t know what happened but it was a severe quarrel. She broke the T.V in the living room which actually belonged to me, some ornaments she’d bought and even dishes in the kitchen. She was mad- real MAD. Neighbours had to come in to intervene. 

After she left, everyone told Darlington to end the relationship before she took his life because, her rage showed she was more than capable of such.

About a week later, Darlington was coming back from lecturers and had a terrible bike accident that almost claimed his life. Do you know Vivan never came to see him? I even tried reaching out to her but she was so rude and warned me not to call her line. Wow!!

I left everything I was doing to be beside Darlington and nurse him back to health. He had broken a leg and rib and was in excruciating pain so, he took very powerful medications that knocked him out most of the time and because he spent most times in bed, I had to bed wash him and even clean him up after whatever mess that had occurred.

Thank goodness he recovered speedily. For many weeks, I helped him with the massages, and personal care like bathing. 

One day, I was in my room and he came in with his crotches. He asked if I was busy and I asked if he needed help. He said the weather was quite hot and he would like to have another shower. 

“Sure. Why not?” I replied and quickly left everything l was doing .

I undressed him and he stepped into the shower bath. In other not to get my clothes wet, I usually did take off my clothes-wearing only my shorts and that was what I did. 

As I started to sponge him, it seemed the air got thickened with an unseen force that I could barely breathe. I didn’t know what was happening until my eyes caught his dick. It was slowly stirring as the veins on it began to gradually surface. My throat instantly went dry and my hand which was on his thighs, stayed frozen at the spot. I didn’t know how to react- mind you, this was not the first time I was bathing him. Just like me, his breath was heavy.

Darlington gently rested his hand on my hand that was still unmoved - a subtle gesture that I had no course to worry? That he was grateful for my kindness? That he wanted more? I didn’t know. But one thing we both knew was that his rapidly swelling huge dick now covered with pulsing veins needed some attention. I peeked at his face and saw he had a determined look like someone who has made up his mind and has decided there was no going back as he starred into space. 

In that instant, whatever his heart was saying, my heart heard it and felt just the same.

What was between us was a bond growing in silence and had come full circle.

Swallowing hard, I moved my hands slowly towards his now raging cock- he was nothing less than 10 inches and super thick. Desire and joy flooded my heart because not only was his cock magnificent, but because, Darlington was so much more. He was a good man and never in a million years would I have thought a day like this would come.

As I wrapped my hands on his tool, his cock was streaming hot. Rock solid. 

I rinsed off the soapy lather on his body and then, slowly, as if performing a ritual, took off my shorts. 

Now standing beside him , and totally naked, I returned my hand to his still throbbing member and slowly started to stroke the length and girth. I found myself reaching for one of his protruding nipple that was in full salute on his bulky chest with my tongue and once the contact was made, he closed his eyes and let out a soft moan that sounded more like relief. 

I felt his large strong hand gently touch my back- not in a lustful manner- but in a careful way as if wondering if he could trust me- as if the decision he’s made long before today was the right thing. Then as if getting his unspoken confirmation, he tenderly caressed by back- his fingers lightly brushing my skin as if learning the texture of skin. 

Simultaneously, we turned to face each other- him looking down on me and me, looking up to him. We didn’t say anything… there was no need because, our eyes said it all. There was nothing but love and respect for each  other. 

Very slowly, his head dropped lower- reaching for me as I stood on my tippy toes reaching for him. Our lips met. Very tender. Searching. Wanting. Hopeful. 

Each second, our kiss deepened. The passion getting softer, the emotions growing stronger.

As we kissed, I felt his hands slowly slide down between my ass cheeks to find my virgin hole. Yes, I was still a virgin at the time. As his finger touched my hole, it twitched. But he didn’t stop. He slowly rubbed the entrance as our tongues remained entangled in a dance of love. I don’t know if it was the water pouring over our body that served as a type of lubricant because I felt my hole open to his gentle probbing.

In no time, his finger was going in and out of my hole as our warm bodies merged, defying the coldness of the shower.

He fingered my tight hole. I stroked his fat long dick. We worked on each others tools for a moment- the desire to collide both growing stronger and stronger. 

I’m not sure who moved first but before I was aware what was happening, my chest was pressed on the bathroom tiles and Darlington was behind me- gently letting himself inside my hole with determination.

Despite it felt as if my soul was been split in half as I felt my hole open up his cock, I didn’t want him to stop. Instead, I parted my legs and arched my back while pushing my ass to meet his forward thrust. 

Even though it took a bit of a while, he eventually entered me. The super hot Darlington who I had been crushing over now had his huge penis buried deep inside my ass. 

He wrapped me in his loving  arms and pushed more and more of his thick lengthy cock inside me. I welcomed it. All of it. 

Darlington was gentle. He was sweet. He was tender. But most of all, he was big. So big. His monster dick opening me in ways that I never knew was possible.

“Don't stop please…fuck me harder…please fuck me” I desperately begged him and he responded accurately. He tongued my neck and ears and then , his hand gripped my waist.

He started fucking me like a real man. Hard and hot.

I could no longer control myself. I bent low, widen my leg, arched my back, shot out my ass and started speaking all sort of languages as he fucked me round the galaxies and every orbit.

He showed no mercy.

The shower, my moans, the colliding of bodies, his deep masculine grunts…everything was sweet music.

I was also stroking myself alongside - stimulating my stiff cock as my hole was aggressively pounded. After a long sweet moment, he began to grunt and growl deeply as I felt his milk discharge inside me. Instantly, I began to sob as I too, expelled my juice,

 I started to cry. Not because of the pain of getting deflowered, but because of the happiness and joy I felt deep in my soul. It was a beautiful experience having Darlington’s seed planted inside me. 

He held unto me for a moment as the water washed over us.

When we finally disengaged, we looked  into each others eyes. We were both looking for signs of regrets or guilt- but there was none. He held my face in his hands and kissed me like I was the most precious thing ever. 

Thankfully, no one moved into the spare room that was once occupied by Famous so we were free to make love everywhere we pleased and cuddle. 

Eventually, he graduated and moved out but nothing changed. We both remained loyal and committed to what we share. 

It’s truly been a long time coming and Our relationship like every other, has it ups and down. Yes, we do have the “obstacle” of us being Africans - (Nigerians to be precise) and all the pressure of getting married bla-bla-bla. But we are facing life together and that’s something money cannot buy and I consider myself blessed for this.

Written by 

Kennedy A.