My Life as Queer

C-11

I walked into the room downcast and worn out. I wasn't feeling too good after the whole days event. I wasn't the same person who left this afternoon. I saw Dennis and Mensah in the parlour raising questioning brows at me, looks that said 'what's wrong?'. I wasn't in the mood for questions and answers right now, I wanted to be all alone. I walked straight into my room with eyes tailing me behind. I opened my room and slumped down in my bed looking straight at the ceiling... I hungered for a revenge but I couldn't do anything instead I would be implicating myself too. I couldn't get it out of my head. The noise. Uthman's pleading voice. I turned in my bed fighting hard to get it out of my head but it kept crawling back. What's the thing with straights and gays? We made a choice, why couldn't they respect this. They chose to fuck pussies and we went for asses, was that too much to request? What's the big deal with being different. So many questions running through my mind and i noticed I was getting real angry with everything. I gradually drifted off.

My phone won't stop ringing, I rushed into my room to receive the call, I stared at the screen hoping it was Uthman but the caller was unknown. I hesitated first the hit the receive button.
"Hello Segun" the caller said. It was a male's voice and it sounded familiar. It's dangerous answering unknown calls lately, it's either you start bleeding through your nostrils or you get controlled by some force over the phone. It is said they used this as a medium for rituals and stuffs and I don't believe this superstition but for no reason I remained quiet.

"Hello Segun, it's Charles." The caller said sounding impatient. I should have known, that voice. "Hi Charles." Just now did I noticed I held my breath for too long as I exhaled deeply. "How are you Charles?" I said steadily.
"I am fine." He paused then continued "can you come around?" He asked. There was something strange about everything right now and as much as I try to understand everything, the call, familiarity and request, I couldn't think straight. Without hesitation, I agreed to meet him and hung up... I arrived at his place two hours after. I called him to come pick me up at the bus-stop and I hung up to wait. In few minutes he appeared wearing a grey sweatpants and a tank top revealing his caramel muscle skin. For the first time I see what he really looks like. He looked like someone who spent the whole day at the gym working out and my mouth watered. We exchanged pleasantries and I followed him home. He's apartment was small and portable, the bachelor's style but he had a couch in it. I sat feeling relaxed which surprised me. He offered me a cup of juice and meatballs, I drank some juice and brought out my phone to distract myself. He came to seat next to me dangerously close, so close when he moves, his skin brushes against mine. I wanted to rip that tank off and worship his body but I only squeezed my hands into a fist to keep it from accomplishing it's mission. I presume he read my mind, as he leaned closer to kiss my lips gently. His tongue caressing my lips trying to prey it's way between my lips. I leaned closer so I was sitting comfortably facing him.

I found my lips parting ways to welcome his tongue inside my mouth, finding my own tongue to and both greeted each other like siblings reunited. I let out a small moan as I wrapped my hands around his torso. He held my head pulling it towards him as he savagely kissed me. I couldn't remember the last time I really made love and I wasn't going to back out now. He brought his lips down my neck and I shivered in pleasure. He tenderly places butterfly kisses on the my neck and a moan escaped me. "You want this right?" He whispered into my ears which sent shivers through my spines. "Tell me you want this." I swallowed hard the lump forming in my throat. "B-bring me to paradise." I stammered. He groaned loudly and it turned me on. He wrapped his hands around me and brought me further into his body. My dick was so hard and painfully stretching in my pants and I wanted to take this skinnies off. Like he read my mind again he started unbuttoning my shirt. He brought his head down my nipples and nibbled on it softly. I threw my head back as a bust of pleasure envelopes me making me completely numb. I moaned loudly grabbing his head.

He reached for my belt and started unbuckling it as he continues to suckle my nipples gingerly. We were both sweaty and squishy but we didn't care. I detached myself to hastily get my skinnies off, I was now half naked with my dick poking against my briefs. He dragged me closer for a kiss and right now all I could think of was nothing. I reciprocated his gesture taking all of his tongue and saliva. I reached for his tanks and gently removed it from him exposing his abs. He was a beauty. I brought my head to his neck tasting every bit of him and he let out a manly groan. I went for his nipples next and slightly bite on it savagely. "Ouch! That's how I like it." I heard him whimpered. I reached for his pants and I could feel his hard dick. I worked on his pant lace and pulled down his pants off along with is briefs revealing his thick long black dick. I looked up to see his expression rubbing his veiny dick and I saw a hungry brown eyes staring right back at me. I bent down to take his dick in my mouth, his manly scent flooded my nostril and I love it. I started sucking his dick avoiding any teeth and I heard him breathing heavily. I grabbed my head and started thrusting back and forth. I closed my eyes when I felt his dick hit the back of my throat and he moaned loudly. "Choke me please, fuck my mouth silly." I said with a full drooling mouth.

"Segun." I heard my name. It was faint and familiar. "Fuck my mouth Charles." I said again.
"What?!" That faint voice came again. It wasn't Charles. It definitely didn't sound like his.

I opened my eyes and gradually realization hits me. I wasn't at Charles apartment, I was in my room in my bed and staring down at me was Mensah and Dennis.

xoxo Damie