First things first, I want to be clear: I don’t consider myself gay. I have never been fucked, nor have I fucked anyone. But I like guys, not just guys, I mean men. Older men. Daddies, maybe. Perhaps I have daddy issues, I don’t know. What I do know is that I have always been drawn to them. I have made out with two men before.
I’m 27 years old, short in height, and not really built you can call me a small guy.
Let me get straight into the story.
This is about my sister’s husband’s driver, who I will call James.
Mr. James is a typical Yoruba man. He grew up and went to school in his hometown, so his dialect still comes through clearly whenever he speaks. He is 47 years old, married, with children, but his wife and kids live in Abeokuta.
Mr. James is not handsome or sexy not your typical DILF but there is something about him that I can’t explain. To me, he oozes sex appeal. I have liked him since he was first employed some years back. Whenever he drove me on errands, I would steal glances at his bulge. He’s not big, but for some reason, I was always drawn to it.
Mr. James is a very nice and respectful man. The way he respects me, you would think I’m the one paying his salary. Because of this, I was always nice to him and often gifted him cash. Over the years, our bond grew stronger.
It happened that I had to spend some days with my sister his madam. During my stay, we talked a lot. One evening, I was high on alcohol and went to his room. I sat with him and we gisted for a while. I was very tempted to kiss him, but I controlled myself and left his room.
That same night, I texted him on WhatsApp and we started chatting. I told him there was something I had always wanted to tell him, but I was scared. He encouraged me to say it. So I told him I liked him and that I didn’t understand myself because it was strange for me to like a man.
He found it very amusing and said things like, how could I like someone like him someone not fresh or sexy? I told him that I liked him just the way he was. He simply said thank you.
From that day on, whenever we chatted, I always told him I liked him. By then, I had returned to my place, so we no longer saw each other often, but we chatted regularly.
Then Christmas came.
I went to my sister’s house for the holidays. I drank Martell and was quite high. Mr. James came into the house to see my sister’s husband, and when he was done, he greeted me by putting his hand on my waist. I was shocked but I liked it.
I followed him outside, greeted him properly, and asked him to come with me to his boys’ quarters. As soon as we got in, I locked the door. I told him I missed him and hugged him. When I noticed that he wasn’t rejecting me, I held his face in my hands and kissed him.
That was how we started making out.
Mr. James has the best lips God, it’s crazy. I’m hard just writing this. I have never enjoyed a kiss like that in my life, not even with my girlfriend. We lay on his bed and continued making out. I couldn’t stop kissing him. I never imagined his lips would be that sweet.
When I touched his dick, he was hard too. He didn’t let me suck him because he said, “Not here.”
Since Christmas, we haven’t been able to see each other, and I miss him very much. I never believed that a so-called village man like Mr. James could be so sweet and let me have my way with him. Maybe it’s because his family is not in Lagos and he misses sex too I don’t know.
All I know is that I can’t wait to suck Mr. James, and I think I am in love with him.
