..My name is Nuel, and this is the story about my first real sex. Now just to clear the air, I’ve always known I am gay; never had any life-altering or traumatic experience with an uncle, neighbour or anyone for that matter. I always liked guys and that’s it, yeah I said it. I’m an original, not a tired underlying made by thirsty niggas from the ‘conversionist’ ministries.
I’m also an introvert of some sort, thanks to my parents, who brought me up as the “get inside and read your book” kind of kid. Growing up that way soon got boring and when I became an adolescent, I had little friends to talk to and yearned to have a good time with somebody who wasn’t from my gene pool or lived right down the street or shared the same academic curriculum with me. I longed for a friend who felt the same way I felt, someone I could be free with without having to hoist high the flag of pretence a predominantly heterosexual society had forced on me. I wasn’t even sure there existed any other guys who were different like me.
And so, you can imagine my delight when I found out I was to attend an all-boys secondary school. My adolescent curiosity led me to believe that in such an environment, I might actually find another kid who felt the things I felt, and the former thoughts I had of being a lone weirdo turned to an anxious feeling of what this kid – whom I hadn’t met – would look like, if he would walk up to me or I to him, or if there would be some invisible sign that my ‘gay jedi’ senses would pick up. And so, with these riotous feelings raging inside me, I looked forward to being in that school.
Things didn’t really go as fast as I expected they’d go. Just like one watching a boring Telenovella with a paper bag full of salted popcorn, three years passed and I didn’t find this mystery guy. Returning for my SS1 first term after the long holiday plus extra (since JSS3 students usually had no third term cause of JSSCE), all students newly elevated to the status of wearing trousers as opposed to shorts were assembled in the school hall, waiting to be sorted into classes based on our performances and career choices, as discussed with our guidance counselor. There was the exception of those who did really well in their exams who had the option of rejecting the placements. It seemed to be just a normal day and time seemed to fly by in the hall that day; everyone was chatting away about how their holidays went, and I was alone as usual, observing.
Then I saw him. He was wrestling someone else for a chair (which I thought was pointless, because there was a bountiful supply of chairs in the hall; he could have just picked another). At once, my gaydar instantly kicked into action. At the mere sight of him, my pulse quickened and my throat went dry as sweat formed on my palms. I sat there transfixed like a deer in headlights. I don’t know how long I stared, but stare I did.
The counselor came in just in time before the fight escalated. After a brief speech, those of us who had the option of choosing what class we wanted picked from the three classes offered by the school sciences, commercial or arts, and the rest of us shared accordingly.
After that day, I had little or no opportunity to see or talk to this boy. This was not to remain so for long. There soon came the afternoon, during sports in the hostel, I was fake-reading a book while watching my dorm-mates play. I was doing well, playing spy kid, when I saw him again. Like most of the others playing, he was shirtless. My heartbeat became faster as I observed his strong physique and lithe body covered in sweat like a stallion untamed in the wild. Abandoning the book I was supposed to be reading, I studied every inch of him, from the thickness of his black hair to those big brown eyes, from his white teeth which flashed when he grinned at his playmates, to those ruby lips that looked so soft and full of skin that I longed to taste them, from his strong chest which held too much skin for me to properly note the partition nested on the center, to the supple nipples jutting from either side of the partitioned chest.
As I observed every part of his body with careful abandon, I wished I could touch him. My palms longed to travel through his hair down to his chest, feeling every length of his skin. I craved to know the taste of his nipples and the feel of his body’s heat next to mine.
And then, I realized with some startle that he was walking –
TOWARD ME!
Oh my God! Had my staring become obvious to him? Was he coming to tell me off right here, in the middle of the entire hostel? I began to freak out, and with a heart pounding fast, I turned to my book and summoned all my will to pull off the pretence of focusing on it.
He approached me. I was further startled by what he did next. He slapped the book I was reading out of my hand and said, “Shey na you serious pass, abi?” And he flashed those white teeth beneath his soft succulent lips. I knew then that he meant no harm. Without my prompting, he sat down beside me, and we started talking. A second of introductions later, I found out his name is David.
It wasn’t long before we became close. David was very different from me in character, confident and owning the attention he commanded whenever he was around company. I on the other hand was the delicate seductress people read about in romantic novels, drinking in his presence and biding my time. Soon, he figured out my true intentions, and luckily for me, he felt the same way too. With that understanding, we started being intimate. He would yank me into dark spots and we’d make out; that was all we could do then because we didn’t have as much privacy as we would have wanted to explore each other. We almost got caught a couple of times, which made it all the more fun for me. I was living the dream, I was young, in love and was loved right back. Nothing could go wrong. Or so I thought.
Time, that bitch that’s nobody’s friend, flew by so speedily, that graduation was upon us before I was ready for it. What seemed like it would never end suddenly did, and I lost touch with almost all my school mates including David when I gained admission into the university. With the new environment came a reversion back to the old me, the gay introvert in search of another of his kind in a pool of young adults who seemed all too normal to feel the same way I did.
This went on for me until the second semester of my second year. I had just returned from class and was going into my hall, when I heard a voice I somehow hadn’t forgotten scream out my name: “Nuel!”
I turned, and there he was – my David! I suddenly felt like exploding with happiness. We had a really long chat that day, during which he told me he transferred from another school to mine. After catching up on a lot of things we both missed, we ran out of topics. And then, he popped the question, “Do you still feel the same way you did in secondary school?”
See question o! Me wey konji don hook die!
I answered yes. Then he extended an invitation to his room, which I readily accepted.
When we got to his room, I expected to be pulled roughly to him and to have my lips devoured in the manner I was familiar with. Instead, he was gentle. He pulled me close ever-so-slowly and said to me, “I love you and I’ll make you mine.” Then he placed his lips on mine, and with a careful want, he parted my lips and hungrily kissed me, tasting me with his tongue, feeding me with his sweet male nectar. Then his mouth left mine and worked its way to my neck. I moaned, wanting him more. I melted like molten lava into his arms, as his tongue continued its exploration of my body, from my neck to my ears, flicking inside and nibbling my earlobes.
And then, he pulled off my shirt. He took one look at my bare torso, and sighed, “You haven’t changed at all.” The response I was going to make quickly choked off into a gasp of pleasure when he leaned forward and took my nipple in his mouth. He sucked on one and then the other, biting lovingly at them, until they were hard stubs and I was shuddering with pleasure. Standing there against him, I feared I would fall because I couldn’t feel my legs. He must have read my mind because he started kissing me as he guided me to his bed. I began frantically unbuttoning his shirt, to reveal new heights of pleasure as his teenage athleticism had honed his body to near-perfection. His chest felt good to the touch and his chiseled abs gave me goose pimples as I stared hungrily at them.
He dropped me on the bed, and proceeded to get rid of my trousers and boxers, trailing kisses down my body as he did. I closed my eyes, lost in ecstasy, as it felt like I was going to explode with passion. And just when I couldn’t take his exploration anymore, a new wave of pleasure slammed into me when I felt the warm wetness of his mouth slide down over my cock. A judder went through my body as I gasped in acceptance, my hip bucking forward to encourage him. I was soon rocking my hips with each movement of his mouth up and down my cock, while he alternated between caressing my nipples with his fingers and playing with my balls. He fellated me so thoroughly, driving me to different heights of ecstasy that threatened me with a wave of explosion into his mouth.
And then, he was flipping me over. I could hear him undoing his trousers moments before he kissed my ass cheeks, and subsequently made his way to my ass crack, sliding his tongue into my glory hole. As a jolt of pleasure shot up my spine, I remember wondering how this guy knew so much about pleasuring me so. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body, and I wanted more. He kept at his consumption of my ass for several moments, and I was moaning so loud, with reckless abandon, not caring who heard. I was without reason. I only knew desire.
And then, he stopped. Instinctively, I knew what was coming next, especially, when I felt the hard knob of his dick stabbing at my ass. Suddenly feeling a strange mix of fright and intrigue, I turned to face him.
“Be gentle please…” I said.
He nodded and proceeded to apply a generous amount of lubrication on his cock. He turned me onto my back, applied a bit of the cream on his finger and gently inserted it into my ass. One finger first, then two, and once again, I was moaning in acceptance of the invasion. After working me for a bit, he proceeded to insert his erection inside me. He wrapped my legs around his waist to grant him easy access, and upon penetration, I felt a sting. I tensed, and he stopped, pausing to let me adjust to his size. A few seconds later, he continued sliding in and then out, in and out, in and out, while kissing me intermittently. Soon, I began to moan as pleasure superseded pain. He began groaning and increasing the tempo of his movement as he fucked and took control of my ass. The louder I moaned, the faster he thrusted. Soon, we were letting out muted screams of ecstasy as we raced for the end. It came soon enough, with him stiffening and then spasming as he climaxed inside me.
After a few more thrusts, he pulled out of me, kissing me a couple more times before paying attention to my still hard cock, since I hadn’t arrived yet. He applied some cream on his hands and began stroking my cock, at first slowly, up and down, and then increasing the tempo at intervals as he played with my balls, until he reached max speed and I was shooting cum like fireworks from my dick, letting go of all that pent-up pleasure. He returned to kissing me, and then, we laid there for while, listening to nothing but each other’s heartbeat and heavy breathing.
And I knew and welcomed the idea that this was going to be the first of many moments like this.
Written by Nuel for our sister blog Kitodiaries.com