Boy Desires – episode 1

Boy Desires
Episode 1

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I prayed within me that he would look my way again! Oh, how I longed this! Ever since he made that first glance, he hadn’t looked again. “Was it because our eyes met?” I couldn’t tell. All I just wanted was for his eyes to find mine for a second time. Or at least, one last time! I had kept my eyes on him, wishing and praying but yet it has only felt like the more I wished, the lesser the chances! I couldn’t just help it. I was caught in this trap. Of course it wasn’t his trap. But whoever had set this trap had caught me badly! I couldn’t get out of it anymore. In fact, I wasn’t feeling like getting out of it. It was a bondage I was enjoying and only praying that I could see it out! I was praying that whatever the bondage had in stock for me, would come sooner than later! I was desperate!
I didn’t exactly notice him until the audience began clapping for the last speaker, Dr. Farouk Suleiman. I had stood too, just like every other guest on the podium and had applauded the Doctor, on what was a very brilliant presentation. He had spoken about his current research into seeking new grounds in the use of mutant cells in the cure of more complex diseases, like cancer. Everybody was genuinely schooled by the rich content of his study and we all had to applaud him, including us his fellow guest speakers. But it was in the course of doing so, that I noticed somebody at the right end of the hall and in the audience. He was standing too and clapping, but for no initial reasons, I seemed to notice him more than others! I just kept looking at him until we were done clapping and got seated again. From where I was seating on the podium, I had a very uninhibited view of him and that made the distraction a lot worse than it should be.
As the seminar continued with the introduction of a new speaker, I found myself rather consumed by this boy. He was still very young.
Never expected anything older than 22 or there about. Therefore, making him just about the age of my first son. But he was astonishingly handsome! In fact, he was this kind of boys you couldn’t qualify as handsome as they were better called beautiful given how fine their comeliness were. His heavily dark hair was neatly dressed around his forehead, forming a pleasant match with his equally heavy eyebrows. The hair suggested he was mullato (half-caste) as the woolly nature of its texture wasn’t something you see on the Yoruba locals around. He was barely dark but neither fair too. Just somewhere between the two. I had noticed his height when we were still standing and easily gave him a 6’1”. He wasn’t exactly muscular as such but far from slim. Athletic was the right word in fact, as his body lines appeared fairly defined.
What caught me most were his l-ips. They were very thick-looking and round! He seemed to have realized how s*xy** they looked right from a younger age and thus formed a habit of regularly creating a face that made them appear even more obvious. Being an A-grade k-sser, this easily got the tickling going in my K!ttyC@t. As I intently looked and studied the way each of them formed a clean swipe as they curved out into their undersides, I couldn’t help but press my crossed thighs a little bit more. As though that wasn’t enough, he at some point, brought out his tongue and licked the l-ips of the flicker of dryness that appeared to have formed over them. Just then, I felt my own mouth drop, not withstanding that I was on a podium, with over 200 students and professionals, possibly observing me. I traced the movement of his tongue as it swirled from one corner of his mouth, to the other.

Observing the sparkling glossiness, of its dampness. I swallowed hærd! I began wishing he could k-ss me. I began wishing I could take that tongue into my mouth and sU-Ck it so very hærd! It looked so soft in the eye and a lot like something that could do a very good job on my
K!ttyC@t. Then my eyes moved to his eyes.
They were very sharp and radiant. The white part of his ball looked so very white and the lovely dark shade present around the skin of each eye, formed a perfect contrast in a most alluring of ways! As his eyeballs steadied on the speaker, I couldn’t help but wish he would looked my way but it didn’t seem to be so. His neck equally wasn’t an exception. It was slender, tall and well framed. The skin there looked like something I would enjoy licking up and the gentle lines of folds that were neatly outlined towards the foot, made matters more pleasing. If I were to go by the theory of some of my girlfriends, the size of his neck meant he was going to have a slick long J0yst!ck! The thought of that alone got my K!ttyC@t juice sip into my
p@anties! I found myself close my eyes briefly as I unmistakably imagined his hands wrap me up from behind and poke my butt. It was the laughter of the audience that brought me back to the auditorium!

Tbc