On my way home, myriads of feelings ran through my mind. My face flushed and cold air weaved through my face. Inside myself, I felt I was becoming a proper hoe. I cannot believe that for the first time of having sex, I allowed myself to be with two people. I felt like I had some sort of superpower. But I was fuffilled. "you are a happening babe. You are the best thing to happen, Dennis," I said to myself and swallowed saliva.
The tense feeling I had felt earlier as I left home had dissipated. Now, I felt fulfilled. At the bus stop, I waited for the yellow rickety danfo bus to arrive. One did, soon enough, and I boarded it. I sat beside a guy. He was a skinny, seemingly old man who might be in his early fifties, going by his looks but I knew he was not. In Lagos, a lot of men and women looked older than they appeared until they told you their age. And some people looked younger than their age. I could guess he might be in his forty and worse of all, thirty. I remembered going to the market with my mother and she showed me her primary school classmate who sold fish in the market. Both in their forties, my mother looked young enough to be her daughter.
A lady joined us, then said I should adjust to the end, so she would be able to seat well. I had to move, to allow my body brush against the man's dirty trouser. His body emitted foul stench that percolated the bus. I could tell he was a mechanic. So, he had their usual musky smell. There was a sack under his legs. When I peeped in, it confirmed my curiosity that he was a mechanic. I saw some of his equipment. The bus breezed through the Lagos road, the breezy air moved into the bus and caught up with us.
I had always imagined having sex with rough neck men. When I was a virgin, I had imagined getting roped with a dirty ribbed man, dripping in sweat. His dark skinned body glistening under the hot sun, wrinkles formed on his body. His body palpitating. I cannot believe I was fantasising about having sex with this man when I have been with two other men. I decided to control my urge, though my penis was making its way out of my trouser. I plugged in my phone's ear piece and stuck it into my ears. Different musics took turn playing and we were abruptly halted by the long traffic.
"Ah! This traffic go long. I hope I get to where I am going on time," a softer voice said.
When my eyes moved, I noticed the man had been looking at my side, somehow. I could tell because when our eyes met, he somewhat licked his lips and masked an air of pretense. I wanted to ask, "hope there is no problems?" But ignored him. I thought it was easy for these kind of men to get attracted to me. I was light skinned and my reddened lips was very obvious. Sometimes, people accused me of applying lipsticks when I never did.
Our bus moved slowly, inside the traffic, then I began noticing something moving on my laps, down to my buttocks. I ignored the movement but I was getting turned on. I guessed those hands belonged to him but I wondered what if it was coming through the back seat. I was getting hard. My dick was about blowing up. My eyes moved at the lady sitting close and strolled away. She was not staring, then I used my hand to cover my groin.
I turned and my guess was as good as I had thought. It was the man. He smiled. He had noticed I was comfortable with it. I held my phone with one hand, used it to cover my groin and used the other hand to move around his woolen soft trouser though it was dirty. I continued moving for about a minute, then I stopped. I dipped my hand into his trouser trying to take all his penis but my hand couldn't take it all. Any moment, the woman sitting beside me, might catch us. So, I bent low, resting my head on the seat handle opposite us, to prevent her gaze from catching us. I wished I could bring out the dick. Just my hand couldn't do justice to the entire dick. I continued moving my hands into his trouser and as soon as the traffic was about to clear, I felt something hot all over my hand. I pulled my hand away with disgust all over my face.
He brought out a paper from his sack and handed it to me. "Thank you," I said. Soon, we alighted at the last bustop. Outside, he tried smiling and I pretended not to know him. When a young lady selling water and drink walked past, I told her to give me a bottled water which I used to clean up. As I did everything, he still stood there watching. I don't know if he was waiting for me or another ride. But he didn't look like someone who was making an attempt to meet up with a new ride. I stopped a motorcycle and jumped on it as it speedily rode into the campus.
Inside the hostel, I laid on the bed after taking my bath, thinking about how my past hours had gone. Before that, I had bumped into the restroom to meet a skinny guy in the room, wanking his pink capped long dick in the bathroom. I pretended I had not seen him. Today was a beautiful experience and now, I was on a journey of exploring this hoe life. How would I stay consistent with this journey on my sex life, on the campus?
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