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Memoir OF A Male Sex Addict!! [Love, Betrayal and Romance](complete story)

“Abeg help me calculate this G.P abeg” I begged one of my intelligent roommates

 

“Jesus!!! Guy wetin come do you” He asked surprised…

 

The Easter holidays didn’t go well; I had lost the confidence of talking to girls, and I didn’t even have enough money as at then. I could talk with a girl and laugh with them, but I could even muster up the courage to ask anyone out again. I quickly prayed for the holidays to be over so that I could go back to school. My prayer was answered and the holidays ran like nobody’s business. I was about travelling when Toulalan called me and requested that we should spend the night at that same hotel so that those girls could come over.

 

“I no get money guy. I broke like hell” I said to him plainly “The money wey I get now, na the feeding money my papa give me for the month” I said

 

“Mumu, I go pay for you jare” He said while laughing “You go stay or not” He asked

 

“Make I pity you stay” I replied with laughter. He informed me that he called the receptionist to make reservations and incase I should get before him, I should introduce myself properly. I followed his directions and truly I got to the location before him. After much questions and answer, I went straight to my room and made myself comfortable. Still anticipating the enjoyment that would come later, I brought out my phone and started helping myself by watching some pornography videos I had downloaded from waptrick.

 

“This babe can’t disgrace me again” I said to myself. All this while, my dicck was already erect and waiting for any available hole to enter. I watched and watched till I slept off with an erect dicck hanging outta my boxers. The knock on the door woke me up and I could barely manage to pack in my dicck before heading to the door.

 

“My Nigga” Toulalan shouted as he was looking down towards my boxers “You don run any show sharp sharp”? He asked joking

 

“I dey warm up for that babe” I replied as I was laughing. We started explaining how the whole holiday went, while he went to his own room to refresh and gist. Towards 6pm, the worst of it happened…

 

“Why na” Toulalan shouted “Abeg no try am ooo” He continued. I was confused as to why he was saying such words, but I was wishing it wasn’t what I was thinking.

 

“Wetin happen” I asked him after he dropped the call and was fuming all over the room

 

“That girl na bastard” He shouted

 

“The girl wey come the other time” I asked already angry

 

“Yes ooo… Foolish girl” He shouted. I couldn’t believe my ears and it was getting late already

 

“Guy, I wan go pick ashawo fvck oo” Toulalan said as he was dressing up about leaving the room “You dey come” He asked too

 

“Relax first” I said to him “Those ashawo fit carry disease ooo” I Said in a cool tone

 

“Guy, all these girls wey you see around even for school na Ashawo” He said with an angry tone “I no get time to waste, I gats fucck this night” He said as he wanted to leave

 

“I no fit” I said to him “I dey room dey wait” I said as I climbed the bed back. It was more of horror because my dicck was willing to take anything feminine, but my spirit was so weak. I stared at my dicck and saw how disappointed it was, but I had no option.

 

“I no fit fvck ashawo” I reassured myself I sat down to think. Few hours later, I could hear the shout and moaning coming out from Toulalan’s room. I came closer to the wall and wished I could peep through the solid wall. I could hear the sound and the beating of their flesh when it struck together. My dicck was already paining me and I was walking all over the room

 

“I can’t fvcck ashawo” I said to myself again and I climbed the bed and managed to close my eyes. I woke up the next morning feeling a little bit better; but as soon as I saw the hotel attendant that came to get us food, my dicck responded again aggressively while I tried to hid it from showing its ugly head.

 

“Any problem sir”? She asked politely

 

“:No, just that….” I murmured “Emm.. no problems at all. She collected her money from the next room and I knew I was in deep shiit. After few hours, we decided to enter the school so as not to miss the day of grace that was always given.

 

I reached school and we went back to our room. I was surprised that nobody heard my ugly story about what happened in the hotel

 

“So e neva even tey wey you begin release, you go dey follow me dey drag babe” Pimpim said to me

 

“You dey mad who tell you say I just begin release?” I asked him with an angry face

 

“Make we go ask Toulalan?” He asked while laughing out very loud

 

“You no go relax?” I asked him while drawing him closer.

 

“Oya buy me chow from canteen if you want make person no hear the gist, especially that girl wey you dey eye” He said while laughing.

 

“Mtcheeewww” I hissed while leaving him for something more serious

 

“Your story go full school soon” He shouted while chasing after me. Few days later, the result of our last semester exams were out and I ran with confidence to the notice board to copy it out. I double checked the Reg No to make sure it was mine and behold it was actually mine. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing but I still copied it

 

“You don see your own” Davis asked me

 

“No, I never check” I replied him as I wobbled my feet to the hostel. I reached my bed and slept first of all and when I woke up in the evening, I ran straight to one medicine guy in my room

 

“Abeg you fit help me calculate GP?” I asked him

 

“Haba, I dey hear your story na, you no fit calculate am again?” He asked me

 

“This one dey confuse me well” I replied. Was it actually confusing me? I don’t think so, the grades on the paper was actually worthy to create doubt in the heart of believers.

 

“Omo wetin do you” He asked surprised

 

“Wetin I get?” I asked him and my feet was already shaking so bad

 

“Omo na 3rd class ooo” He replied while looking again to make sure there was no mistakes in his calculations. I took the book from him and was staring at it, but truly I wasn’t seeing anything.

 

“Jesus” I kept saying silently

 

“But if person get 3rd class now, him fit still make 2.1?” I asked him again with water in my eyes

 

“Why you dey cry?” He asked me

 

“I no dey cry, something just enter my eyes” I said to him as the tears were coming out more. He dragged me closer to himself and sat me down. I have heard lots of preachings in my life time, but this one was higly emotional. He said lots of things, but I focused more on crying

 

“You can still make first class if you focus more and read very hard” Those were the words I heard that made me pick up a little interest in what he was saying all the while. I thanked him and left to my own bed. I have heard parables of how devil uses friends to deceive people, but I didn’t believe it. Few hours later, Toulalan came and asked me to follow him and eat suya at the suya joint. It was an offer I couldn’t resist; I quickly followed him and we were in the midst of suya in the boy’s hostel.

 

“Guy my result no make sense at all ooo” I told Toulalan. He looked at me and started laughing

 

“Wetin funny”? I asked him

 

“My own don ever make sense before” He asked me while he continued laughing. I looked at him in shock, but it was like he wanted to make sense.

 

“The thing be say, anything wey you carry graduate no fit give you work” He said while laughing “Na Nigeria we dey and you go see am” He added. I quickly nodded in affirmation and he continued his speech

“Just make sure say you sabi somebody and somebody wey know somebody, na you go dey reject work” He said as he was still eating up the suya. It was like I got a better motivation than the one I heard earlier and I kept up the pace in eating the suya.

 

“Just fvck, drink and enjoy yourself. When we commot school, we go settle outside with those guys for companies” He said while he ordered for a hollandia yorghurt drink. I quietly followed suit and continued with my own drink and eating of suya.

 

Days turned to weeks and into months and I was the same me. Going to classes was something like a horror film. Pimpin became another of my crew member and he was higly inducted. He was a level higher than I was. The hostel room wasn’t helping issues at all. Some days we argued from morning till night, some days there would be an organized fight between two people in the room. I always prayed for my own turn never to reach so as not to get mercilessly beaten. The rate of stealing in the room became a situation we couldn’t handle again, It became rampant to the extent that nobody owned anything again in the room. If you buy anything, you are rest assured that you were buying it for the entire room, so nobody cared about buying anything.

 

I learnt some positive things in the room as to how to open someone’s bag, locker key or anything within few minutes. I never wanted to join the stealing game, but after the old laptop my father gave to me was stolen one Tuesday we went for our Tuesday jogging, I decided to join the crew of hijackers. It was about few months to the exam period and we were having less classes now, I decided to go watch football that afternoon. I got to the small field in our hostel and was watching. One of the guys got tired and begged me to replace him in the goal post. I impressed so much that I was now drafted as a striker to give them more goals. The goals were going in and we were sacking various teams while we remained champions. Few minutes later, a popular hefty guy entered with his team and instructed them to make sure nobody scored even if it means breaking their legs. I didn’t take the instruction with caution till I saw myself being carried in an ambulance to the hospital. Unfortunately, the doctor was not around so I was driven back to the hostel. Some guys around tried straightening the hand but it became more painful. I cried like a baby all through the night and wished that morning should come.

 

“Go do an X-ray first” The white Doc said to me. I quickly rushed and did the X-ray. My right hand was badly damaged and it was broken that my fingers could touch hand if left alone. After the x-ray, the doc started explaining to me the result of the X-ray

 

“What church do you attend?” He asked me. I told him and he smiled

 

“You believe in the God that you worship in your church?” He asked me again

 

“Yes I do” I replied him

 

“How old are you”? He asked me with a smile.  I told him and he stood up and touched my head.

 

“I go to the Catholic Church here, but I don’t actually believe in the god stuff. But right here, I am seeing something that I haven’t seen for years” He said. I was already shivering with fear and tears were already dripping out of my eyes

 

“Don’t cry” He said “I don’t know if you were lucky or your so called God loves you so much” He said

 

“Your hand was meant to be amputated given the caliber of injury you sustained and coupled with your age” He said all these while I was already crying out loud “But it seems your body acted like that of a boy much younger than your age. Always believe in that your God” He concluded before explaining to me how he will carry out the repair and other stuffs. Few hours later, I was carrying a big POP on my right hand according to him “To allow the bone to join together and heal”. I felt relieved of the former pain and I was good to go. I was destabilized, I couldn’t write any quiz in class, I couldn’t write any note nor take down jottings. Most lecturers were sympathetic while some were acting so mean towards me especially when it was heard I got the injury from playing football.

 

Few weeks later, it was announced that the school would be celebrating their 25th anniversary in the campus I was schooling. There were earnest preparations to make sure the ceremony was memorable and I was excluded from most things because of my physical condition.

 

“I hear say some babes from other campus go show” Pimpim shouted

 

“Omo, I must fvck any babe wey I catch ooo” Toulalan added and there was general laughter in the room.

 

“What about una one-hand man na” Douglas asked while laughing

 

“We go lock am inside room here” Pimpim shouted and everybody laughed. I was feeling dejected and down-hearted and the laughter even made it worse. Few weeks later, the campus was filled with a large number of students from the various campuses of the school.

 

It was a horrible period not just for me, but for everyone in the school. The hostels were filled up, and the restaurants were choked up at any point in time. There was less water to bath and there was no space to even use the bathroom but no matter what we still found a way to make it lively for ourselves

 

“Sorry please; I have just one hand now, and I want to prove to my friends that a cute temporally disabled young man can still find a princess charming anyday anytime” I said while smiling

 

“So what do you want me to do”? She asked confused

 

“I want to sit with you girls, especially you because those guys over there are making the whole show uninteresting to me because of my condition” I replied with a smile. There was a general laughter amongst them and they willingly gave me a space to seat

 

“You can ask any question, I won’t be embarrassed I promise” I said while smiling. There was a huge smile on their faces when I said that and I knew I was mostly welcomed

 

“What happened to your hand” One of the girls asked

 

“I was having sex with a girl, and while she was about to cum she pushed me off her out of excitement” I said with a mean face. I didn’t believe the laughter that emanated from among the girls as I dropped the last word

 

“You are funny” One of them shouted.

 

“Am I”? I asked back. We talked for a while and I noticed how my other guys were busy peeping and pointing towards I and the girls. They were four in number and we were five meaning that someone won’t be having a catch.

 

“Tell your friends to come over na, I can see them staring at us” One of the girls suggested

 

“As you wish babe” I responded before going back to where the guys were to extend the invitation. They didn’t even allow me land before standing up to follow me.

 

“Hey guys, meet my lovely friend…” I paused

 

“I am Rachael” She said while hitting my arm with the POP

 

“Aooucch” I shouted “Sorry dearie she replied while smooching the POP. They introduced themselves and everybody got occupied excluding Pimpim.

 

“Awww… wish I could get a girl for that your other friend” Rachael said

 

“He doesn’t like girls, he is a gay” I replied while laughing and pointing at him. A lot of things happened at that place and even outside where we were seated. Mostly at night, my hand with the POP was outside while the good one was buried inside Rachael pant. I took every little opportunity to smooch and finger her and she felt so good about it.

 

“Wish we could have sex” Rachael said.

 

“The time will soon come” I replied her. One night, we decided to seat somewhere much hidden, under the church cathedral. I had plans, so I decided to utilize it.

 

“Can you feel anything”? I asked her

 

“Yea, your dicck” She replied

 

“Can you suck it”? I asked her

 

“Yes, but they will catch us ooo” She replied

 

“They won’t, just act like you are sleeping on my laps and go ahead. If someone is coming, I will let you know” I said to her. She immediately went into action and I was feeling the heat. I romanced every part of her body and inserted my fingers to anywhere possible. She was moaning and sucking at the same time, while I was giving her the motivation to do so. It got to a point when I couldn’t take it again, I decided to take the risk

 

“Raise your skirt and sit on my dicck” I told her

 

“I am scared oo, won’t they catch us” She said while standing

 

“Here is much hidden, they can’t see us” I replied her. She immediately stood up and sat on it, and was sitting up and down my dicck. I made sure I didn’t involve my injured arm to avoid stories that touches the soul. Sometimes she would roll like a roller coaster, and I squeezed every single fat in her breasts. She moaned a little bit to avoid attracting security agents, while I focused more on pleasurizing her organs. After few minutes, I pushed her off me and sperm pumped with force out my erect dicck.

 

“Let me lick it”? she asked

 

“Nooo… you can’t” I said surprised

 

“Don’t act like a virgin” She said as she bent down and licked every sperm on my dicck. I felt like I was flying through the air and after few minutes, we reunited  with her friends and mine

 

“Where did you people go”? One of her friends asked

 

“To buy something” She replied

 

“For how many hours”? She asked again. There was laughter around but I didn’t actually care. I kept smiling at anything they said and that was all I could do. Every night came with different tactics and technique of having sex and fun. We were almost caught at some point but we were just too luck to avoid it. For the five days she spent in our campus I was feeling fly while pimpin was being a virgin he knows how to be. She said goodbye few days later but that was something I hated so much. I wished her goodbye and promised to always keep in touch.

 

After the ceremony; I decided to take off my POP because I started feeling like my hand was beginning to rot inside. I succeeded in taking it off, and behold my skin was beginning to rot. I collected exeat from the Student Affairs woman and I decided to leave school and travel for proper medication. I travelled to Delta state where my Mum works and she took me to see a village doctor to help me treat it. After some traditional concoction was applied and used, the hand was coming back to normal. I spent almost three weeks outside school and came back to school few weeks to exam. I didn’t even prepare well for the exams and I knew it was going to be a tough one. Will I be able to make good grades?

 

We shall see….

About Obinwanne Umunna

A professional freelance writer, a sales speaker, and a youth & development consultant. I write to inspire, show readers the possibility that abounds for them; while also entertaining them with stories. Please if you want me to speak at any event, seminar, or be of help, please reach me on +2349086050663.

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40 comments

  1. episode 36 ooooh

  2. Anty Kenny dey ur back ooooo

  3. Guy u sure say God will forgive you???

  4. Wheww.. . this story is getting more frenzier that’s if there is an English lik DAT…. Ride on Bush

  5. Correct Story

  6. Wow sooo touchin enjoyed every bit of dis story wished he didn’t die but wow the sex was too much dis is indeed a lesson wonda who gave him the HIV

  7. Hmmmm…. I jst can’t stop the tears…. Continue to rest in peace Chikwelu…. I wish u Neva went D’s way….

    Bcareful guys HIV IS REAL

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  9. Wow!!! Wish you never died!! May God accept your soul!!

  10. I couldn’t resist commenting. Well written!

  11. Nice. But only got to read the concluding story, how do I access previous ones?

  12. amazing story… every single episode was a hit.. back to back from episode 1-40…keep it up… looking forward to read more of your stories…an amazing distraction that’s worth it

  13. My gosh…this story has me laughing my heart out with tears. Wonderfully written and hoping for more badass stories like this in future. 10stars

  14. Awesome story… Kudos bro

  15. I will definitely do that. Do you have other stories? If yes plz I love to read them too

  16. Wonderful story and well written even though my mind tells me it is a fiction

  17. I wish this could be turn to a movie… but dont know what the Authorities would do about the sex scenes. Then Aunty kenny s story was incomplete. .although I guess she was the one who infected the guy with HIV..pls keep up this project….this can be ur GENIFA DIARY in written form, because I can easily imagen my self in the scene right in my head..its greater than any write up I have ever come across.

    • Thanks so much too. I wish I can also turn it to a movie too. lol. But I have an ongoing project on the blog too, which is “Memo of a Sex slave” which is ongoing. Thanks so much for your concern. I am open to any ideas you give to me right now as regards my story. #Cheers.

  18. Create a Facebook page with ur name bro and we would follow u. before u know..u can make it big…if u are seing what im seing.

    • Hello bro. Thanks for your kind words. I already have a page, just that it has been dormant for a while. I wish to know if there is an idea you can give me, I would appreciate so much.

  19. Victor Ehigiator Omoregbee

    nice story Umunna… i enjoyed the dexterity with which u carved ur stories….keep it up… i look forward to your future works

  20. Is it really a true life story? If it is then I can’t seem to believe the sex expoilts, it looks fiction to me but all the same, that’s a very nice piece, publish it and make a movie out of it

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