STORY: The Male S€x Addict (Part 5)




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“Who told you my name?” I pretended that I
was angry…
“Are you angry that I called your name?” She
responded back
“No not actually. It is just because I never
told you, so I am surprised” I responded like
a Boss.
“Well, I heard your Sister call you the name,
so I loved it and decided to call you too” she
said.
Still thinking of the next thing to say, while I
was already smiling like a boy that picked up
a free 5 naira note on the floor, I managed to
gain composure.
“So what is your own name?” I asked
“Chioma, But you can call me Angel. That is
what my friends call me at school” she told
me
“Wow, you really look like an angel” within
me, I was wondering if I actually said that
and was awaiting the result for my poor
show, when I heard…
“You look like a male angel too” Chioma
replied.
Beaming with Joy, I just smiled and winked
at her like Aunty taught me, she winked back
immediately; then I knew I just signed a new
player to my team.
“Welcome to my world” I said to myself.
After incessant failures of telling Chioma to
come to our house and Play(Don’t even ask
me the type of Play), aunty finally called the
girl into our house, while she and her siblings
came to play downstairs, and took me
alongside her into the children’s room. She
told me to wait outside, and only they knew
what they discussed inside (not my business
sha). I had already gist aunty about what
happened the other day, so let me not bore
you with repeated stories.
Then I entered, and Aunty told her to hug me,
and she did. We stayed like that for about 2
minutes, turning about. Then she was asked
to give me a peck, which she did, and I
responded back almost immediately. Joy
filled my heart at such an opportunity. All of
a sudden, I heard a question…
“Are you sure you love me?” Chioma asked
me
Still figuring what she meant by love;
“Maybe Love is doing to her what I do to
Aunty” I said to myself
Aunty replied on my behalf and sounded a
big “YES” with a big smile.
Chioma still wanted to be sure, asked her to
allow me say it with my mouth.
What else could I have said than what aunty
said, so I sounded another
“YES” with my own smile.
After exchanging eye contact with aunty, she
hurriedly left the room for both of us.
Whatever happened inside there remains
exclusive, because I can’t write it here. But
believe me, it is not what you are thinking
because I messed up; but like Aunty said,
there is always room for improvement. Don’t
forget also that my thing couldn’t enter
because it was as if the place was blocked.
All the same, I touched what I could touch
and she left while I hurried to the backyard to
give the full gist to aunty.
After explaining to aunty about how
“Blocked” Chioma own was, she assured me
that she was going to do something about it.
The next day, she asked me to go call
Chioma from outside, into the house. I did as
I was told and Chioma came to our room
again.
Aunty asked me to wait outside again; but
this time, I was trying to peep and I peeped. I
heard Aunty explaining something to Chioma
and she was nodding her head like a lizard.
Then Aunty went to her bag and brought out
something like a Pee Pee of a boy
“Jesus” I shouted inside of me.
I couldn’t believe that Aunty has what I have
inside her bag.
“But why is her own bigger than my own?” I
queried myself.
“Not my concern” I responded rhetorically.
Then I saw Aunty spread the legs of Chioma
and applied something like Oil from a bottle
in Between her legs, where her own wee wee
is located. After rubbing the oil, she carried
that thing that looks like my pee pee and was
trying to put it inside Chioma’s wee wee.
Chioma was shouting and crying in pains but
Aunty didn’t stop till some part of it entered
and she now removed it. Chioma was crying
bitterly in a low tone sha so that nobody will
hear her cry. When she stood up from the
bed, I saw reddish things on her laps and on
the Bed.
Immediately, I ran into the room and
shouted…
“She has wounded!!!”

Aunty immediately ordered me out of the
room and I didn’t see what happened next till
Chioma left our house and climb upstairs.
One thing I noticed was that she wasn’t
walking like the way she did, when she
entered our house.
Later at night, I asked aunty to explain to me
the meaning of the Pee Pee she has in her
bag and what she did to Chioma. Being such
a sweet Aunty to me, she explained to me
and we even practiced the same thing with
ourselves that night. She brought the same
Pee Pee in her bag, gave it to me; I felt it and
it was like a rubber.
Having explained what it meant, she opened
her legs and asked me to do the same thing
she did to Chioma. She also gave me tips of
doing the same thing to people She called
“VIRGINS”. Well, I only learnt the practical
and forgot about the plenty theories.
I woke up and the thought of Chioma’s cry
filled my heart.
“What if her mother finds out” I said to
myself.
Days passed and I didn’t see Chioma outside,
I was even thinking she was dead or
something.
Till one faithful afternoon, I saw her playing
with Steph and Mary. When she saw me, she
removed her eyes and continued with what
she was doing.
They were actually playing with sands and
“Pots” (Tomatoes Tins) and I hated it so
much; but the anticipation of allowing
Chioma to talk to me, made me join the
happy family.
That even didn’t help the situation because
she didn’t even talk to me.
One night I went outside to pack my toys I
left outside while playing in the afternoon, I
heard someone whisper my name.
“Is that you Angel?” I asked softly
“Yes my Angel” the voice replied.
I tip toed towards the direction of the voice,
and when she saw me, She gave me a big
hug, reached straight to my Pee Pee and
grabbed it immediately; brought it out and
started fondling it like aunty does to me. She
did it while I dived straight to her skirt,
touched her pants and went ahead to start
touching her own wee wee.
But I noticed that while I touched hers, she
was making some sounds which made me to
continue doing it well. We continued till we
heard a loud voice shouting
“Chioma”!
“Chioma”!
We disengaged immediately and ran to
various possible destinations
“Maybe they haff catch us” I said to myself
while entering into the house back.
The next morning, we heard a knock on the
door and I dashed off to the door like I was
expecting a postman. Lo and behold, it
was… :'(

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