Gay Erotic Stories

“Shut your mouth this minute, Joy! Who told you that sex kills? Abeg (please)Oga (Mister)Armed Robber, Feel free to do it to all of us, joo,” the old woman flared.

That was vintage Mama Tilly, my neighbour’s grandmother. Something happened that precipitated that outburst. But suffice it to say that a succinct background is needed to lay this story on.

My name is Leo and I live in the suburbs. Living in the suburbs is fun. Few years ago, I was living in Rosewood , Lagos in a three apartment block. The first apartment was occupied by Ms. Joy (who was in her early thirties and working with a telecom company) She svelte, pretty, easygoing and generally nice girl. She was unmarried and lived with her grandmother, who was in her late seventies. The latter’s hauteur was like the Ye Olde One of the compound. We deferred to her and enjoyed her quirky ways. Apartment 2 was owned by the genteel Jehovah witness, Lady Helen .She was a buxom woman in her forties and rumours had it that she was engaged for the last ten years to a pastor who was yet to make up his mind about marrying her. She had an inflexible sense of right and wrong. It was a gated compound, so it was relatively private and secured.

I was bisexual but none of them knew of my sexual orientation. At thirty, it was not unusual to be unmarried for a man these days. So, occasionally I entertained female guests and on rare occasions, I allowed a male friend to stay overnight. Since my neighbours knew of my trysts with the ladies, it was not really out of place to have a male visitor once in a while who, in their own summation, could just be a mere friend or an acquaintance. So, no eyebrows were ever raised.

One cold December night, I woke up around eleven thirty and couldn’t go back to sleep. I slotted in a gay porn movie and started fondling myself. Suddenly, there was a bang on my door and a deep voice bellowed “ Open this door at once!” I sprang up and grabbed my boxers shorts and scurried to open the door, having a premonition of cataclysm. I was thinking there was fire or an accident. Then upon opening the door, I was confronted by three hefty masked men looking menacingly with each one holding a Glock. The sight of the men, the pistols and the three cowering ladies made me to shiver with dread.

“Come out here,” the tallest and most muscular of the three barked an order. Feebly, I complied. My knees were weak and suddenly I had an urge to pee.

We, the tenants were all shepherded to the middle of the courtyard. We were forced to kneel. We complied without a whimper.

“Now, we will search your bodies and your rooms. But if you know you have any valuable, go and bring it on your own volition. If you hide anything and we find it ourselves, you will answer to our guns,” the man said in a quiet but dangerous tone. His voice reminded me of Luther Vandross’ voice.

Obediently, we went to our respective rooms, leaving the old woman with the three men.

I took my cherished gold chain, iPhone, the twelve thousand naira (I saved to send to my mom to buy a bag of rice for Christmas), a pair of my new Puma kicks and my Hitachi laptop. Others brought what they considered also worthy.

The men scrutinized each item and when they were satisfied, the second man in an equally deep, guttural voice said:

“Oya, you women, enter this room(he pointed at Helen’s apartment)We are going to fuck all of you. You,” he pointed at me, “Go inside your own room and no funny business. If you make a phone call or alert anyone, I will blast you brains out, understand?” I nodded. I was still dazed. This was all surreal. I thought it was just a nightmare. I stood up, but then I heard Ms. Joy’s pleading voice saying: “Please sirs, I beg you. You can do anything with me but in the name of God, don’t touch my grandmother. She is old and her brittle bones may not take any rough sexual activity. She may even die in the process.” “Shut your mouth this minute, Joy! Who told you that sex kills? Abeg (please)Oga (Mister)Armed Robber, feel free to do it to all of us, joor,” the old woman flared.

I almost burst out laughing. The three armed men looked flabbergasted – I bet the reference of ‘Oga Armed Robber’ and the old woman’s audacity took their breath away. Abruptly, the three men burst into a roaring laughter while Ms. Joy looked at her defiant grandmother as if she had suddenly grew horns.

I swallowed my mirth and proceeded to my room as ordered. I saw the porn movie still playing and as I went to switch the television off, the leader of the pack barged in. I stood rooted on the spot. He took one glance at the scene showing on the TV and drank the content in. A huge black man was slamming his humongous cock into the tiny hole of a slim white twink. The intruder seemed rather fascinated by the way his head tilted and he watched with intensity. Yet, I couldn’t scrutinize his face. “So, you are a sissy, eh? You like to be fucked in the arse, yes?” He asked lewdly. “No sir. I was just curious – “ I said defensively. “Liar. I sensed something different about you but I couldn’t place it. Now I get it.”He looked darkly at me.

He shifted his mighty weight and sat on my bed. I could not see his face since it was well masked.

Without any further ado, he unzipped his denim trousers and a mighty shlong jumped out from his briefs. I had never seen a dick that big in my life. It was half erect but it looked massive enough to do damage. It was long and fat. I swallowed hard. He motioned me to come over. Slowly, as if on a trance, I inched towards him, knelt down before his black, python-like penis. The veins were visible and it throbbed like a black mamba.

"Suck it. I know you want to. If you dare bite it, I will blow your head off,” even though he was threatening me, his voice was nevertheless sweet in my ears. TO BE CONTINUED