MY FRIENDS FATHER

Chima was my childhood friend and class mate when my parents lived in lagos. I never got to see his parents but he (chima) told me his dad was a lorry driver by day and watch night ( night security guard) at night . His mother had remarried and from time to time, he visits her during the holidays.

At a point in time, chima moved to stay with his mum and we lost contact until many years later when i had finished university and moved to the east to work.
My landlord’s wife put to bed and i was invited as well as all the  tenants in the building i resided   to attend their baby dedication service at their church which was assembles of God. I had  arrived the church late because i wasn’t familiar with that part of town the church was located  and had got lost.

When i arrived the church, everywhere was filled and there were no seat available for me. I was about making my way to find a standing spot when someone tapped me. I turned around to face gorgeous man. He was “fine”. Tall, jet black skin, well oiled grey/ black  hair, groomed beard....i was speechless.

He signalled me to seat on his chair and before i could refuse the offer, he’d already stood up in a towering height as he  offered me a hand shake with a lovely smile. His handshake was so strong and firm and  his hands were so large that my entire hands got completely engulfed in his.
All through the sermon, i couldn’t concentrate. I kept turning around to look at him as he stood at a corner. His eyes kept meeting mine and he gave me such a warm smile that sent my heart racing. I was already falling for him.

During the offering session, we had to walk round the to the alter where the offering basket was laid and there i spotted chima my childhood friend.  He was playing the drums. We recognised each other instantly  and were evidently joyous.

After church service, i first made my way to greet the gorgeous  stranger who offered me his seat. He told me his name was Bernard  and we Exchanged numbers.  His warmth was too sweet that i really wanted to know him.

After I’d rounded up with him, i quickly made my way to the alter to meet my lost but found friend. The whole choir team were praying so i had to wait. We hugged and shouted and laughed...it was so good to see the man he had become. He told me he still resided at lagos but worships at that church  anytime he comes to visit his dad.
“come greet popsi” he said as he led me to the end of the church where a group of  elderly men sat in a circle talking and my new found crush was among them paying attention to the man talking. I was dumb struck when chima walked up to him, whispered in his ear as he got up excusing himself from his church committee.

“daddy meet my friend from primary school ” chima introduced. “aahhhhh you don’t mean it....what a small world” he said as we hugged (he had  to stoop to hug me). His warm embrace felt like heaven . Honestly chima must look like his mother because there was absolutely nothing to show  he took after his father.

Unfortunately, chima was leaving for lagos that same day. Father and son had insisted i stay for a while when i had dropped them over at their residence and it turned out chima’s  dad’s  house wasn’t too far from where i lived. In his living room i saw no photos on the wall of a woman to indicate he was married. All that was displayed was his dad as a very handsome young man, chima and his kid sister  (whom i knew) and aunty joy (his aunty who used to come and pick him from school).  I screamed in excitement when i  recognised her photo on the wall. She was now a grown chubby woman. She still looked pretty and had a resemblance to his dad.

Chimas dad watched us(chima and i ) with smiles on his face while we reminiscenced  about old times . When chima went to get some food from the kitchen, i looked at his dad who had now changed into house clothes. He looked huge, fit and strong. The chinos baggy  shorts he wore sat on him handsomely so did the shirt. All i could do was stare at him. I was going crazy for him.

I stayed in chimas house until it was time for him to leave. I took him to the airport and we parted ways promising to keep in touch. I had called his dad on my way home to tell him he had boarded and when he said “thank you dear”, i spontaneously replied “you welcome dear”. immediately,  i corrected myself . “am sorry...i meant ‘sir’”.i stammered. “sorry for?” he asked sounding confused. “i called you dear by mistake sir” i replied. He roared with laughter. “don’t be silly” he said. “are you on your way home now?” he required. “yes sir” i replied. He asked me to be safe and let him know when i got home. Once i got home, i did exactly as he recommended and he urged me to keep in touch.

For three days i nervously thought about the idea of starting a conversation with chima’s dad. I started with a “good morning” text and immediately, his call came inn.  He asked me why he hasn’t heard from me for a while and i told him i didn’t want to bother him. Once again he laughed so hard. He told me that it wasn’t a disturbance to reach him and Encouraged me to visit sometime; but also Indicating what his week schedules entails and his availability.

Few days later, i stopped over and he was excited to see me and insisted we ate his dinner together. Despite my declining, he insisted and i had no choice but to join him. While we ate, He asked me about myself, my family, work, love life, childhood experiences etc. It didn’t feel like an interrogation even though i did all the talking while he quietly listened. I completely felt confident and safe with him as i opened up to him.

As i got home that night, i received a text from him thanking me for trusting him and letting me know i have a friend in him.

  We began talking on the phone almost daily as well as chatting on WhatsApp.
Sometimes when am off work, we’ll drive together in his lorry to the bush market and every time he went alone, he made sure he came back with alot of fruits for me.

I also realised All the farmers and traders in the bush market  where fond of him because of his sense of humour, charming looks and personality. 

I’d spoken to chima on phone severally and he had never mentioned his awareness of my friendship with his dad. Well...since he never mentioned it, neither did i.

One day, Bernard was travelling to his village for a burial and would likely be there for about over a week. I was visibly devastated and no matter how he tried to cheer me up, i couldn’t shake off the thought of not seeing him for that much period of time.  It had been a good 7 months of seeing and being in each others company virtually daily. “How would i cope?” I asked myself.

He promised to keep in touch  as i sat  arms folded on his sofa feeling miserable. He came to sit beside me and playfully shook my shoulder in an attempt to cheer me up but i didn’t smile. He rubbed my hair playfully and tickled me so much that i fell on the floor laughing  .  “i will soon be back” he assured me.

While he was away, our communication never stopped. Text....calls....chats. He kept me posted on all his activities while sending me pictures.

One day while we chatted on WhatsApp, i told him i missed him so much and he replied “i do too”. He asked me where i was and i told him i was in bed thinking of him. He asked for my photo and i sent him.  He then asked me to select my best photos and send to him. I agreed with the only option that he sends his too and he agreed.

For every photo i sent, Bernard had something to tease me about and i too; did same.

He told me i was a handsome man while i told him he was more gorgeous than i was. We began arguing and  teasing each other over who was more good looking .
“what attribute about me do you like?” he asked. I told him i liked his height, good sense of humour, handsome looks and good heart. He thanked me and replied saying he likes my caring nature.

I requested to see an immediate photo of him and he sent me a pic of his reflection on the mirror in his towel saying he was about to shower. For his age he did have an amazing body and looking closely, i could make out his dick print from the towel. “wish i could shower with you “ i messaged. My heart thumping as i hoped i didn’t go too far.  His response was completely  unexpected. “there’s time for everything. Good night ”. I read this message over 100x.

The next morning, i woke up to see a message from him which  read.. “i have alot to tell you when i return. Have a blessed day and don’t start your day without committing it to our heavenly Father ”.

I was at work when a text message came inn . Bernard was back . WOW!!! He was due to come on Saturday but it was a Thursday. I was so excited.

I ended up Closing very late from work that day and to make matters worse, i had a flat tire and a dead phone on my way home. But i was determined to see my dear friend.
By the time i got to his place, it was already past midnight. To my surprise, his room light was on and when i knocked, he called my name. OMG!!!! He knew i was the one .

We embraced as tears of joy streamed down my face. He held my face in his hands, kissed my forehead and told me to stop crying because he’s back. I felt love for this man. I immediately called my line manager to inform him i was unwell and he asked me to take the next day off.

Bernard ran hot water for me to bath and just watched me silently as i undressed, took a dump and bathed (i had the intuition that i didn’t have to lock the toilet  door nor hide my nakedness from him).
He offered me a towel and clean clothes which were too big for me.

We quietly watched the news and when it was over, he asked if am ready to go to bed and i said yes.

When we got to his bed room, he turned off the light, undressed himself while saying he doesn’t sleep with clothes on. I didn’t know if i should do same but I did anyways. He asked me to say a prayer and i did....mostly thanking God for safely bringing him back. Bernard gave thanks for the gift of friendship and how happy he had been these recent times.

After we prayed, he asked me to sit up as he did too. With our backs lazily resting on pillows on the bed head, Bernard crossed his hands over my head and placed them on my naked shoulders gently stroking me as he began telling me about his life . He told me how he was forced to drop out of school because he got chima’s mum pregnant and her family had insisted he married her. He was barely 18 years old. He really had a rough time coping with parenthood  and after two children, she left him to remarry.
The most intriguing part of it all was a story about another male classmate of his whom he loved so much but couldn’t say goodbye to him because he had gone to his parents during the holidays  and they’d refused him from going back to school after it was discovered he had gotten someone pregnant.

According to him, he never had feelings for women and his sleeping with chima ‘s mother was a sort of experiment to “make it go away” because he couldn’t understand nor explain  his deep attraction to another man (his classmate) he said he tried all he could to find his friend but all to no avail.
Bernard told me that he discarded all thoughts of love and had shut his heart out until i came. He told me how he couldn’t remember when last he felt this happiness and appreciation in his life. I was quite Suprised when he told me he’s been paying very close attention to my conduct and got a new respect for me when I kept our friendship private even from chima.

“thats it my dear” he said as his hands tenderly caressed my flesh. “you make me happy” he whispered in the dark. His warm body beside mine seemed to give me new life. I didn’t know what to say....i simply reached for his hands on my shoulder and led them to my lips.
I slowly pecked them and softly tongue kissed his hands that have worked so hard for so long with no loving appreciation.

I felt his breath on my neck as his head rested on mine. Turning my face to his, our lips locked passionately. I do consider myself a great kisser but that day, Bernard proved to me i was a learner. His tongue gently explored my mouth while he sucked on them. Our hands explored our naked warm flesh as we kissed.
His mouth was all over me as i quivered in pleasure. I felt my cock in his mouth as i gasped. I grabbed a hand full of hair as i thrusted into his mouth. He laid on me and sure was he heavy.

His cock found its way in between my thighs and i locked them. I could feel his enormous girth as my thighs squeezed his turgid penis. We kept kissing and I gently pushed him away to get the bottle of body lotion on the table. I took a large amount of cream and rubbed it on my thighs and ass while i applied a generous amount on his swollen huge dick as we kissed.

I put his dick back in between my now well moistened slippery thighs as i laid on him and began fucking him. As i humped on his dick while expertly massaging his cock with my thighs, his large hands found my cakes and squeezed them hard. As he pulled my bubble cheeks apart, I could feel his thick fingers insert into my hole. We kissed more intensely as he finger fucked me. As we kissed, i could feel my ass stretch a lot  more and when i felt his hands, i realised that he had worked up 3 thick fingers into my now wet and loose ass.

As he gently rolled over me and expertly parted my legs with his thighs, i could feel his huge cock poking my ass searching for my hole. After few misses, he found it and began gently letting himself inn. Despite I’d just had 3 of his thick fingers inside me which should have opened me up, my ass couldn’t still accommodate his dick easily. I felt so stretched and occupied. “should i stop?” he asked with concern. My hands found his strong thick hairy ass as i gently pulled him towards me encouraging him to go deeper .

Bernard made sweet slow and gentle love to me. He knew his dick was extremely big and had to be gentle. I was stuffed with his big cock and loved it. As he slowly drove into me lovingly, i asked him how he felt beign burried deep inside me. “its so wonderful “ he moaned..   “and you?” he asked....”you’re a dream come true “ i said. He kissed me so passionately as I began feeling his dick offload fountains of his love juice deep in me. He laid on me for a while still having his dick stuck inside me.

Benard kissed my forehead as he withdrew his fat dick from my gapping worn out  ass. Taking some of his cum from my ass, he moistened up my cock and also did same to his ass. Saddling me, i felt my cock penetrate his tight man hole. My dick literally was crushed in his strong ass as he rode me violently. He was rough as a bottom and i followed his pace. I drove into him very hard as he met every of my thrust. I reached my hands for his broad chest and squeezed on them also pinching his nipples. He moaned so loud.

I now began wanking his still stiff dick as he rode me with vigour. I could feel my cum approaching and i told him i was about shooting. Without saying a word, he held my hand that was on his cock and motioned it in a certain manner as to let me know how he liked been wanked.

In no time, he began he moan so loud as i increased my hand tempo as well as my thrust. No sooner I’d exploded deep in him, his heavy dick shot off sperm that awaited my open mouth as i sat up to welcome it. We kissed again. And laid panting in each others arms.

We went 3rounds each that night and was pretty exhausted at dawn.

Its been three years now myself and chima’s dad has been having this romance affair   and like i said, since chima  hasn’t mentioned it, i wont either.

BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL

In my university days, i moved with a set of guys who loved hanging out (smoking and drinking).  Although am not the smoking or drinking type, i do hang out with them because as we all know, gay company is always a company of laughter and drama.
We had a “sponsor” whose parents were wealthy and because  he really needed to associate himself with classy gay dudes, he did all he could to tag along.
One day, one of my friends  (in my crew) asked me to escort him to pick up his cousin who came to seek admission in the university we attended and even though i was very reluctant about going, i escorted him anyways.
We found him in the  admin block with other people trying to pay school fees and sort out their registration.
My friends cousin whose name is NG looked like the typical “ boy next door”. There was nothing attractive about him. From his looks to his dressing. All that he had was a good built body which his strong shoulder and chest hinted on the bogus basketball jersey top he wore.
We greeted and immediately, made our way to the hostel. As we walked to the hostel, my friend received a phone call and had to leave us. He pleaded i take his cousin to the room and i accepted.
When we got to the room, we met the rest of my crew in the room. Even though i introduced him to them, they barely acknowledged his presence  (trust divas and their attitude).
NG obviously felt quite unwelcome.  After he dropped his bag at a corner, he told me he was hungry and needed to eat and asked me to show him where he could fill his stomach. I had to escort him to the canteen because it was in an odd corner of the school and also, to make him feel welcome, i indulged him in a conversation.
Turned out that NG was once in a polytechnic and for some reasons had issues and had to leave the institute and resit for jamb. My school was his second choice and he had gotten his admission. So there he was.
We got along pretty well and he always wanted to be around me Maybe because his cousin (my friend) had a boyfriend who he virtually lived with and therefore was barely around.
NG was straight and boring. All he did was read, watch football, play football and religiously do sit ups and push ups to maintain his physique which he still hid on over sized clothings.

None of my friends liked him and he too, didn’t like them either...except me of course. He always frowned and walked out of the room anytime we discussed gay stuff or sashayed around the room.
Often, he will join us for the drinking spree until it happened one day that our “sponsor” was having his birthday and there was too much to eat and drink. NG over drank his limit and started misbehaving to the point everyone thought he’d  better go home. Nobody  (not even his cousin) wanted to take the responsibility of seeing he gets home safe therefore, i had to take the bull by the horn.

Supporting his heavy body as he staggered, we got on an okada ( commercial motorcycle) and headed for the hostel with him sitting in between me and the motorcycle driver.

On our way, the heavens gave way and it rained heavily on us. I had to hold him firm to avoid him falling off and while doing so, i could feel his hard bulky chest, protruding nipples and solid brick stomach through his shirt.

It was a huge struggle getting him up the stairs and into the room. Putting him on the floor to avoid his wet body and clothes from wetting the bed, i quickly changed into some dry clothes and began undressing him. When done, i stood in awe as i watched NG lying naked on the floor.

He had a gorgeous body that was well defined and his limp fat dick laid like a sleeping creature on his thigh. I got a pair of briefs and shirt from his bag and as i put them on him, i couldn’t help but touch his body.  I felt his nipples, caressed his chest... i felt what i was doing wasn’t right. What sort of pervert takes advantage of a drunk friend? I thought to myself.

As i forced my hands off his body and turned away, what faced  me was his nodding stiff dick. I was transfixed on it even as i pulled him to the bed. “mheeennnn....which kain temptation be dis?” I’d thought to myself. The konji (horniness) that held me instantly was super!!!
Fighting my thoughts, i saw my self kneeling beside him. In my nervousness, i reached out for his cock which was already pointing out from the waist band his briefs. It Felt so soft and fleshy even though it was solid as steel. He wasn’t that “extra large” but large and thick enough. His prick was neatly shaped and i couldn’t help myself but put my mouth over it. Briefly giving him a good head, l quickly went to my little bag where i had all my necessary  working equipment and fetched a ruff ryda condom and lube. I had to be fast because my other friends may arrive soon.

Quickly rolling down the condom on his still swollen cock, i lubed us both up and slided down his pole. He grunted and jerked his hips lazily several times. I began riding him hard and suddenly he turned to his side. Throwing me aside with my leg under him left me in an awkward position
I froze for a while and quietly removed myself from him. I wanted to stop but as i looked at his cock and the condom on it,  just couldn’t. Business Wasn’t accomplished.

Still lying on his side, i also quietly laid on my side as well. Having my back to him, i slowly guided his wood into me again.
We laid still for a bit and then  His Hands and leg wrapped around me a bit firmly, he began thrusting  in a sort of motionless way. At intervals he will thrust real hard and stop for some minutes and repeat his thrust. After a while, he stopped thrusting and with his cock still inside me, i wanked myself and was done. It was a boring seesion anyways. 

I woke up early the next morning to meet up lectures while he was very much fast asleep. When i returned to the room from a very hectic day at school  , i noticed the atmosphere was tensed. NG was fuming and looking really menacingly while his cousin ( my friend ) leaned on a desk with arms folded looking calm.
“abeg anything happen here last night?” my friend asked me. Honestly, i had absolutely no clue what he was talking about because I had completely forgotten about what happened the previous night.
My friend turned to NG and asked him in igbo language if he wasn’t sure it was a dream because knowing me, i would not do such a thing to anyone.
“abi you bring babe last night wey fuck my prick when i dey sleep?” he looked at me with a rage asking. At that time, i had remembered why the drama was happening  but kept my “what is happening” face. NG kept raging and slamming his fist into the wall, hitting the desk and saying if anyone of us did anything to him blood will flow. He kept swearing. He was indeed furious but nobody paid him any attention.

As NG stormed off the room, i looked at my friend with an “is he alright ?” look and he responded with a  shrug. My “saint maria” personality had bailed me out.
I’d slept off from fatigue and stress of the day when i felt several hard taps on my foot. I woke up to find NG sitting down and looking at me with a frown.
“o boy make we yarn”....he commanded. I looked around the room and nobody else was there...just the both of us. I sat up on the bed mentally  preparing myself for war when he spoke after a brief silence.  “i know wetin you do yesterday”. As i  opened my mouth to talk, he raised a hand and looked at me as if to say “don’t interrupt me or even attempt to defend yourself  when am talking” manner. I immediately closed my mouth.
“i no be small pikin you hear me so?” he went on addressing me.”i swear ehhh..na just say you be cool guy and you no get wahala because if na those your friends try am , na hand i go use kill them”...his eyes where red in anger as he spoke . I knew he wasn’t joking. He seemed the type capable of a psychotic anger. All i did was nod my head.
“am sorry” was all i could say.  “you fuck up sha...na just say na you oh....or else..” he said sounding lighter now. Adjusting himself on the  chair, there was an awkward silence.

“na your nyash i fuck ba?..he asked me with a thoughtful frown. “you know say i dream say na one correct babe with sweet toto i been dey fuck?” he said with a hint of excitement in his voice.
Was i that sweet and Did he just sound  as if nothing had happened?...i couldn’t understand the sharp  Mood swing. NG shook his head with a smirk on his face as if he was  recollecting an incident. Exhaling loudly, he said “no try am again because we go get wahala.....you hear me?” quietly i noded  in agreement. He now stretched forth his hand for a shake to show we where now good which i took.
I left to use the gents afterwards and When got back into the room, he still was on the chair but now stretched out with  hairy heavy legs crossed in front of him as he Held a blank gaze to the floor.
“hhhmmmm....so my prick fit enter your nyash...” he audibly  said to himself as if in disbelief and doubt. I hissed in a friendly gesture and told him to forget anything that had happened.

“forget fire” he said sharply. “you don fuck my prick dey tell me make i forget?”. “bros no vex abeg nah”...i tried to be add some humour as to not get him angry.
“make i see your nyash”.
WHAT???
Did he just request to look at my ass? NG !!!! I almost shouted.
He looked directly to me and almost raising his voice, said “o boy no call my name. I say make i see your nyash.... i say show me your nyash”. At this point i became somewhat  afraid. Seemed his anger was returning. I undid my short buckle and turned around showing him my butt. “bend down open am” he commanded And i obeyed.  “chai!!!!” he exclaimed after seeing my red man cunt hole. “This one na toto nah” he said with lust in his tone.

Guessing he was thrilled by what he saw, i kept contracting  and relaxing my clean, neatly shaved fresh looking ass hole as i pulled my soft cheeks far apart so he could get a nice view of my cherry.

“ go lock door” he ordered. As i stood upright and turned around, his cock was in his hands getting stroked. I bolted the door shut and walked towards him.
“suck am make e stand” he instructed. My mouth immediately went into action. I am sure i gave his cock a good mouth massage cos he kept moaning softly as i slurped on his member.
“i want fuck” he said as he gently pushed my head away from his cock. In the speed of light, i had got all the required tools for the occasion. Right on the chair, i sat on his cock backing him while placing both hands on the floor so he could have a good view of his cock doing the magic of appearing and disappearing.
  “kaiiiii.....shhhhhhhhhh....kaaaaiiiiii” he moaned softly  as he humped me nice and easy.

After some couple of minutes, he stood up held my waist  and began building momentum while  Regulating my hips to collide with his full hard thrust.   My hands where on the floor still; and my both legs were parted as NG drove into me without respect. He fucked me with revenge. He wanted to make sure i was dealt with. He was determined to make a bitch out of me..and he did exactly that. As he fucked me, he walked us around the room (i was walking on both hands and feet). He slammed me without pity. We ended up on the bed but this time, he laid on my back (never taking his dick out all the while). He hammered me with a  fury that made me whimp in pain and after some long minutes, he roared like a beast as he deposited all his incum into my account. I was literally full of cum. He still laid on my back sweating and panting when suddenly we heard the laughter of my friends approaching as the stair case of the hostel echoed their voice . With  the speed of a cat, NG darted away from me while i pretended i was asleep.
He hurriedly put on a trouser and left the room even before my friends came inn.
I never mentioned this to anyone of my friends and NG respected me for that. We kept  on our fucking session until i graduated.

MONDAY FOR ANY DAY

I work with one of Nigeria’s leading banks and as we all know, good performance at work literally means “you don’t have a life”.
I am a lagos boy who grew up in the heart of the  vibrant city. When i got my letter of promotion, i was incredibly ecstatic until i saw a letter of transfer attached to it.

ABAKILIKI????? WHHHAAATTTT?????

What planet was that? My mind immediately began reciting the Nigeria's  states and capital in an incredible fast forwarding pace to find out which states capital was ABAKILIKI.

I was misersble. Though the money that came with it brought comforting hope, i knew i was "inn for it”. I had stayed in a hotel for a while when i arrived the states capital. And when i eventually found a place that was good enough for my taste, i moved inn. It was a decent 3 bed room bungalow and was not too far from where i worked. Security became an issue and i needed someone who could help around the house as well.  Luckily for me, the first person ( the security my office) who i asked had a recommendation. I thanked him and gave him my address to bring the person to my house on Saturday when i would be home. I had just finished working out when i heard a knock on my gate.
The man who came with our office security looked scary. He seemed older than me with at least 6 years. His face was scarred and made him look handsome in a rugged way. With his Hard Muscled body and blackened lips from cigarette (and maybe weed) he Could pass for a tout or better still, a criminal.

Am sure from the look  on my face, it was obvious i disapproved of him because the security from my office who brought him  suddenly went into begging. How would i expect to order this  man to wash my car and clean my house without getting beaten to a pulp? I’d thought to myself.

After much pleading, i ended up accepting him out of sentiments and  Sympathy. No thanks to my soft hearted nature.

I got to know his name as Monday and when asked when he could resume, he said he wouldn’t mind that day.  
Monday’s personality really surprised me as time went on.  He was extremely humble and respectful. He was spontaneous to chores and soon we became brothers.

I had insisted he moved into the main house rather than the gate house which was a very tiny room. Since the only TV in the house was in my bed room, i always left my bed room opened for him when i  go to  work. Sometimes we will pass the night together  in my room watching TV and several times, i have woken to find myself cuddling him in the middle hours of the night or  morning.

Sometimes, i will wake up to find he’d  covered me while i'd slept. And If he slept before me or i wake up to find him asleep, i will cover him with the duvet.

Nothing sexual happened us even though we had great chemistry and i was strongly attracted to him.

Even when at work, He calls just to check on me and i do too.  We cook together and sometimes i buy food on my way from work to save him the stress. He was my best friend, my brother  as well my companion at home.

Monday was very religious as well. He made me pray with him every morning, made me to be concious of God and occasionally dragged me to church with him which i found boring.

Everything was wonderful until i started seeing a guy who i  met on Facebook and resided in Enugu. Since Enugu was close, i began visiting him occasionally.

Monday would get jealous if am on the phone talking to him  and if i excuse myself to have some privacy, he will follow me and would start loitering around pretending to be busy.

Sometimes he will look at me in a funny way and say “well done o”.

I didn’t read any meaning to his behaviour   because  I'd given up on wishing he was mine. He was straight and that was my final conclusion.

Even if he was gay , am never the sort to make the first move or go after a man. Yes; I do expect my man to Make all the move and woo me like a proper babe or else na sidon we go dey sidon dey look each other.
 

So, it happened i Invited my date who i have been visiting in Enugu over. And evidently, Monday was jealous.

At first he asked me if my guest was the one I’d been going to see in Enugu and when i said yes, he asked me how long he was staying  and also made it clear that he didn't like him.

Monday has always been in the habit of walking around only on his tight briefs  and aside having a very attractive well chiseled muscular body, he also had very impressive bulge which was  more than enough evidence to show he carried a weapon on his waist.

“are you sure he's not gay and hes fucking you?"  My guest asked me the first day he laid eyes on Monday.

I had told him about Monday previously and made it clear that he wasn’t gay and was like a brother to me. But he never agreed to my truth and kept arguing with me that i was lying and there’s no way i will have such a man and not do anything with him.

One day while at work, i got a call from Monday that almost gave me high blood pressure. “come comot your friend from hia before i kill am” he commanded.  Immediately i took my car keys and told my colleagues that i have received disturbing news and needed to leave right way.
Getting home, i froze in horror. My guest was covered in sweat and blood looking like he’d been run over by a stampede of frightened elephants. “what happened?" I asked looking at Monday in confusion.

“this bagga enter bathroom when i dey baff wan come dey touch my prick say make i fuck am for nyash”.

GOD!!!! I felt like a priest caught red handed in fornication by the pope. “tell am wetin you tell me” he barked at my guest as he barged towards him in fury. I had to Stop Monday from causing more damage and with fire in his eyes, he looked at me and said my guest told him that ‘i’ said; myself and him (Monday ) are fuck buddies . “so na wetin you dey travel go enugu go do with this guy abi? " He asked coldly and stormed off.

JESU CHRISTI !!!! I looked at my guest in disbelief. I was dumb struck. It took me few seconds to regain my mind when i discovered that Monday was approaching my guest carrying a big stick. “na today i go cure your fuck up” he bellowed  as he swung the stick missing him by a breath.

I had pulled him away from further attacks. “Do you want to kill someone?” i fired back at Monday with full rage.

“you dey defend am?" He barked at me as he approached me. Though frightened, i stood my ground, looked him in the eye and replied "and so what?"

"but why e go use your name dey lie?” he asked defensively as if to justify his uncontrolled aggression. “and so?” i screamed at him . “na your name e carry lie”? I found myself shaking with anger.

I stormed into the bedroom  and few seconds later, my guest followed me. “Please am sorry” he began pleading as he knelt down...i swear it didn't happen like that. I really felt betrayed and stupid. So much for the "uncompromising top" he'd been painting . I quietly asked him to leave my house immediately. I was done.

For nine whole days i didn’t talk to Monday. I ignored his calls and locked my door whenever i went to work. The once happy home we shared became worse than a cemetery.

At work i was asked by my colleagues if i was alright because i had gone into deep loneliness and depression which was visible on my health and countenance .

My frustration was not just because of what he did to my guest but because it felt like i have been living with the enemy.

I dred homophobes with a passion and i Was becoming afraid. What if he decides to blackmail me? Or beat me up?
I  had no one in ABAKILIKI and if i ran into trouble, i will be totally on my own.

One day i came back from work late and found  Monday sitting outside the front door. There was no eletric power and i was so pissed off because the generator was faulty. Damn Nigeria..

"Excuse me please let me pass" i requested irritatingly. He made no attempt to move away from the door and as i tried making my way through him to get into the house, He grabbed my hands and asked “why you dey do me like this?"

“Please just allow me” I said as i began tugging and wriggling my wrist away from his firm grip hoping he will let go but he held on  tighter. “na because of that guy you dey do me like this?” his voice trembled like he was holding back tears.

Hearing the pain in his voice, I began feeling vulnerable and getting emotional which i really didn't want to.   

All i wanted was to get into my house when suddenly, power was restored.  As the Living room fluorescent  light came on and spilled on his face, my heart stopped. He looked pretty worn out.  His eyes where red and pretty moist. Had he been crying? He tried to smile at me and fresh tears whelled up in them.

I just started sobbing. Sobbing because i missed him. Sobbing because i didn’t know what to do.

We both just held each other and cried.

His; was more of deep sighs of anguish. I held his hard body close to mine..i held him so tight.

  I don’t know if he started it or i did but i felt his lips on mine. A very soft and slow kiss.

I could taste hemp and tom tom sweet was on his breath.

He just held me to his chest and we stood for a while.

He said he couldn’t control his anger and apologised saying “abeg no vex like this for me again if you no want make i kpai (die) for your hand”. We both laughed. “even babe never fit do me dis kain strong tin” he said as he hugged me.

I felt his bulge on my stomach and i gave it a friendly squeeze. He laughed and ran few steps away shouting “o boy na wha you oh”.

God lawd!!! He was a hand full.

In the darkenss of the night, We sat on the pavement in front of my door and talked because the power had failed again at the time.

We talked deeply and i came out to him. He wanted to know everything.
He made me promise i wont go back to Enugu and see the guy nor invite him over and i told him we were done.

Couple of hours later, power was restored and we made our way to the kitchen to make food because we both where starved.

We managed to cook something and kept on discussing. After our meal, i was washing up dishes when he asked; “so who come be the woman for inside una two?...na you ba?” he said in a mocking tone. If Africans could blush, i would have been all shades of red.

“which kain man that one be sef?...if na him be the man inside una two, why e want make i fuck am?” he asked as he came beside me leaning his back on the kitchen sink.

Hands folded and starring at me as if studying me, i began to explain roles and all. “na him be say your prick na waste?” he asked honestly but with fine sarcasm. One thing with Monday was that he was naturally sarcastic and had an amazing humour.

I splashed water on his face and we went into a struggle as he tried splashing water back at me from the sink.

We fell on the floor while struggling and he rolled ontop of me. Pining my hand down above my head, he looked into my eyes and smiled. Kissing the tip of my nose, he softly said “i want make you dey use your prick...you be man”. I rolled my eyes and he laughed  (he finds it amusing anytime i did that).

“na you i go use my prick fuck abi?” i asked mimicking  his manner of speech and voice tone. Spreading his very large  sand paper like palms on my face, he said “ya fada”.

Am a total bottom and the thought of me beign top irks me to high heavens. I strongly believe that bottoms are bottoms because they pay attention to hygiene and douche properly.

Something that tops won’t naturally have the patience for.

I felt his cock on mine and i began growing instantly. He looked at me with a knowing smile and pressed his hips on mine. “i know say you want make i fuck you abi? ....ehhhh?” he cooed as he grinded his hips on mine.
Mhen....this guy was everything sexy to the letter.

He kept Grinding his dick on mine and i begged him to stop cos i could feel my precum wet my trousers and anytime i could burst if he kept frotting me. He seemed to have read my thoughts because he had a grin on his face and continued but this time with good rythm. I began to moan and struggle.

“stoooooppppp...”i gasped as i felt the hotness of my cum on my thighs. I was so embarrassed to look him in the eye. “yeye boy....see as you dey do like mumu when you dey release” he teased.

He helped me up and said i should go and clean up.

As i undressed in the bed room, he leaned at  the bedroom entrance  watching me.
Stark naked, i turned and looked at him. lndeed Monday was the true definition of gorgeous. Not just in body but also in personality.

I slowly walked to him...gently feather touching his chiselled body...his pointed nipples....hard stomach..i  gently caressed  him as he just stared at me.

My hands felt his heart beat. The source of life within him. I felt deep gratitude for our friendship. I felt gratitude for who he was.

My hands travelled south and i felt the lush of his pubic hair. His stomach tightened and he softly gasped as i sank my hands deeper into his groins . I was now the one who smiled as he froze in passion.
My hands felt the hot flesh of his throbbing phallus.

He moaned softly and my kiss silenced him. His naked chest flesh felt like warm steel on mine as we embraced. I kissed his neck slowly and tongued every part of his body i could find.

Pulling down his briefs as i slowly  Sunk  to my knees, His fat left curved member leaped out of the Prison of his briefs with youthful agility . It was fully charged.

I admired it lovingly and  could hear him gasp as i sucked on his knob before  swallowing him whole.

I felt his knees budge as he moaned .
Filling my mouth with a generous amount of saliva, i sucked him tenderly following the gentle  rythm of his Thrust

"Suck me baby.....suck me baby....suck am...suck am ...aahhhhhhh” he begged. Steadying my rythm as i mouth serviced his cock, i could feel his cock pulstate as he began unleashing his passion down mouth which i swallowed .

“SHIT!!!!” he screamed as he shivered while i lovingly resumed Sucking just his cock knob.
For some seconds he still shuddered in an intense grimaced gritting his teeth. I couldn’t help but laugh .

He  heaved loudly and shook his head vigorously while blinking rapidly with eyes wide opened  as if he’d just regained conciousness.

“o boy...i don die” he muttered to himself while breathing loudly through his mouth.

As we made our way to the bathroom to shower,  i noticed he still had on a full erection. 

Wow!!! Such a wonder to behold. Only Nature could  truly curve a
dick in such unique  manner.

His dick skin was so smooth but also has veins all over it. If it wasn't curved, it would be a neat 10inch.

“na chairman o” he said referred to his dick noticing I'd been transfixed.

Finding a lube on my shower stall, I squeezed out a wad and massaged his super  thick curve.

His fingers found my nipples and gently, he began pinching dem. With my other hand i fingered my hole with a good amount of lube to prepare it for some good fucking.

Despite  the cold water washing over me, I still could feel the warmth of his embrace. I  turned my back to him  and began guiding his thick cock to find my eager hole . After a brief search, i found it.

Standing at ease and taking deep breaths, i slowly guided him inn. I could feel his curve filling me sideways which made me adjust my position to no avail .

Honestly it hurt pretty good. Grabbing me tight,he shoved deep into me repeatedly. He held me and started walking out of the bathroom with his cock inside me while keeping his thrust.
This guy was a super freak!!!

He walk fucked me to the bedroom and we both collapsed on the bed.

Now; i was really hurting.

Out of discomfort, I unconsciously clasped my butt cheek to prevent him from plunging deeper...as if noticing what i was doing, he parted my legs with his thighs. Pausing for few seconds with a clear hint of irritation in his voice, he said “stay well nah...wetin dey worry you?”

He spanked my side butt like a parent would; stubborn child who was misbehaving.

He continued plowing me as i bit the bed sheet in anguish.

This was my first time of taking a curved cock and i couldn’t remember ever encountering anything that big.

“ do you love me?...answer me!!!” he asked as he fucked me.

“yesssssss.....yessssss” i groaned in response.

“i love you too baby....love you too  baby....na me go dey fuck you from today  you hearrrr ? Na me go dey fuck youuuuuuu” he assured me in a whisper.

All i did was nod in agreement. I didn’t know how long he stayed on me but it felt like forever. I just wanted it to end.

“make i pour?”

ahhhh!!! Did he need my permission?

“yeah baby “ i moaned.

One thing I have learned as a bottom is that endurance on a big dick  (especially when you know the owner is a catch) was key.
But this experience was way out of my endurance capacity.

“oya dey tell me how the tin dey sweet you”

he said as he began intensifying his thrusts.

wait!!!

Was that the password to his cumming?

Without wasting time i began moaning loudly like a professional porn star.

“so sweet....aaahhhhhhh am in heaven....dadddyyyyy oooooo your dick is too big...its touching everywhere ooooo....”

I felt his rough palms grab my shoulder  and pulled me to meet his fierce thrust.

I knew he was almost there and depsite the agony, i wanted to please him.

Raising my ass, my hands  reached  for my butt cheeks; parting them as wide as i could so as to allow all of him go into me.

He slammed me mercilessly as he grunted while off loading barrels upon barrels of hot thick Nutritious sperm into my sore tunnel.

After couple of thrust which made very loud slurping and squashie noises, he slowed down and Collapsed on my back while still savouring the feeling of his cock swimming in my cum filled ass.

He rolled his waist as if stirring  a pot of soup with a spoon. 

Exhausted we laid. His weight on my back. Occasionally, he jerked hips on my ass even though he was now flacid inside me. “you sweet no be small” he said lazily.

“na so you dey take time to release?” i asked him as i felt the inhalation and exhalation of his hard stomach on my back.

“i don pour the first time nah” he explained.
“before i go release again e dey tey and if the toto sweet like your own i no dey like to release unless say the person tell me”. “e pain you abi e sweet you?” he asked.

Carefully selecting my thoughts, i  told him i enjoyed it but not really much because there was not enough  foreplay ( which i called  “romancing” for him to understand better).

I explained some foreplay which i enjoyed and he listened attentively.

Of all the foreplays,  he said he couldn’t attempt rimming and i didn’t pressure him.

I showed him some gay porn videos on my phone but he said he didn’t like it and still proffered hetero porn to it.

We showered and sponged each  other and went to bed naked Because of the heat as a Result Of power Failure.

While he slept, i began reminiscing of the moment we just had and i got so horny again.

I began wanking and feeling my ‘yet to completely contrast’ man hole.
I looked at the sleeping god like being lying beside me and i wanted him again.

As he laid sleeping on his stomach, i began tounging his back and made my way down to his small muscled firm ass.

As i tounge kissed the base of his spine, he twitched and stirred in his sleep. I parted his butt and drove my tongue inn.

His but hole was hard to locate cos it was so small and tight but when my tongue found it, i made sure i did heavenly justice to his crack.

He began moaning loudly and raised his waist up to meet my hungry mouth. I wanked myself as i munched his smooth hairless virgin butt crack.

Monday seemed to be in another dimension as he went all fours on the bed.

I wanked his throbbing cock from behind underneath his parted legs while my tounge devoured his man Hole.

His moans were now becoming deep grunts and i knew he was almost there. I quickly slid myself under his open thighs while jacking off furiously to catch up with his ejaculation which could happen at any moment.

No sooner I’d slipped under him, thick white sperm shot all over my body and i engulfed his cock in my mouth as i felt myself pump off my semen.

He continued fucking my mouth as he shuddered in moans. He kissed me so passionately and laughed as he said “dis boy you no go kill me o”...we cuddled and slept off soundly.

That’s how Monday and i began our relationship. Although he is extremely jealous and protective even when it comes to my straight male and female colleagues and friends who visits me  (us) from time to time, I understand its his way of expressing how he feels for me/us.

He  doesn’t like being referred to as “gay” and still watches his straight porn.

On two occasions he’s forced me to fuck him which i didn’t enjoy....sadly he doesn’t believe that I should be pure bottom.

STRAIGHT ENCOUNTER

I strongly believe they were and are straight. Though literally all the gay guys I have shared my experiences with believe they were at least bisexual. Most times, I stubbornly argue that they are indeed straight but then, sometimes I doubt my stance: for starters, I met them both through a gay room on 2go.

The first guy, let's call him Frank, told me clearly that he was straight in the few minutes that we got chatting. He was literally interrogating me (in a friendly way) about gay sex and I graciously answered all his questions. It was obvious he wanted more and I dutifully fanned the embers of his interest. Frank asked me to send him some gay porn and ultimately asked that I visited him. The very next day, there I was standing on a street waiting for Frank to show up.
When Frank showed up, he was the very lanky guy with very sexy eyes and lips. He had a very warm personality and seemed very homely. He offered me some food and after which,  we got down to business --the gay porn. He laid on the rug while watching the gay porn videos I had downloaded on my phone. I keenly watched his every reaction and up to that point, there was none. Not one who waits for manna to fall from heaven, I quietly asked if he wanted a blowjob and he causally gave his approval. His dick was flaccid as I pulled off his trousers and briefs. I started working on it and boy, it was a grower! Soon it was huge. As I kissed and sucked his huge dick , he had his eyes on the video almost indifferent to my actions. 
Things would change when he asked that I fingered him while sucking him. He hurriedly went to get a body lotion which I applied on my fingers. Then I slowly inserted my index and middle finger into him -- he was all warm inside. I wanked his dick and fingered him with a steady rhythm and he began to moan quietly. I found his prostate and became to pleasure it with my fingers. By his panting,  I knew he was about to cum and when he did, it was a beauty to behold. It was over, though I spent the rest of the afternoon reassuring him he wasn't going to become gay.
I met the other guy, Let's call him Ade, a year later. I had a boyfriend back then so I didn't bother doing through the routine of asking about his sexual orientation or sexual role. I only assumed he was gay because we met in a gay room, also on 2go. I was literally obsessed by my relationship with my boyfriend that every conversation I had with Ade was skewed towards my relationship.
Fast forward one year, I had broken up with my boyfriend and Ade shows up from the blues. We had never met in person, so when he asked for a date, i willingly obliged. I observed that Ade was okay-looking and almost cute --but had a look of a hustler (the roughness of his palm attest to this). We met in a restaurant and it was there I got the shock of my life --Ade was straight.  Anyway, he seemed gay-friendly and gradually allayed my fears.
The next week, he visited me at my house. No wanting to be a bitch, the way I was with Frank, I decided not to try anything with Ade. We discussed for hours and I kept my distance.  This would change when Ade reached forward and surprised me with a kiss! It was too fast to either process or stop. He was mentioning that he need to ease himself and as he was getting up from the seat, he kissed me and said, "I'd be right back."
I was shaking in disbelief while he was away. I didn't know what to think, say or expect. "Why did you kiss me?", I asked him. He didn't say much. He only proceeded to kiss me and this time, his tongue was in my mouth. I could barely kiss back as my mind was spinning --it like a movie. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my body with his coarse hands. Trying to keep up, I removed his shirt and saw a huge swelling in his crotch. I reached for it and unzipped him and pulled down his trousers. Soon, I was staring at his very erect dick. Ade told me he wasn't attracted to guys, in general,  but he found me somewhat attractive. He added that he neither wanted sex nor a blowjob and that all he wanted to do was feel my "warm body". So I let him take the lead as I was generally too confused to take an initiative.  He  started stroking my dick while kissing me. Eventually,  I ejaculated and from the look of satisfaction on his face, I could see he had all he wanted. I, too, was glad it was all over as I needed time to process what had just happened.
My verdict remains the same: Ade and Frank are bicurious. What's yours?

Country boy and city boy

I hated going to the village. Infact I can’t remember when last I went. Anytime there was an opportunity to travel, I always dodged it. Until  It happened that my father passed away and it was an absolute necessity we all had to travel , stay and observe all the  funeral rites. I had to psyche myself over and over to prepare myself for the endless days that seemed to await me.

My only compensation was that I will be away from the reach of sesugh my now becoming ex.  I had caught him pants down with femi a friend of his whom he had swore was straight. That wasn’t even the issue. The shock was that sesugh was getting fucked. Yes o!!!  Sesugh who always portrayed alpha male, said over his dead body will he ever bottom. sesugh who for 3 years refused me to top him. The two times we attempted it, he screamed and pleaded I stop  even when the head of my dick had barely gotten inn. Not like my stuff is even big o! .

Seeing femi fucking him on low doggy style didn’t need any Angel Gabriel annunciation that this wasn’t his first bottom experience nor their first time. He took femi like a pro. I sat on the floor and wept for hours. The humiliation was unbearable.  It turned out that my sesugh was in a relationship with femi way before we met. He’d told femi I was “just a close family  friend” he suspects to be gay  and nothing more. 

REALLY??????.....like...SERIOUSLY?????

. Femi asked him right in front of me and sesugh swallowed his tongue. How i got back home that day was a miracle.

What would I tell my parents?

Sesugh was practically family.

My mum loved him like her own and my siblings were all fond of him. In fact our mothers became friends and started a business together. I couldn’t believe I have been deceived by the person who meant everything to me.

As usual, with every cheating ex who was caught, sesugh came begging with tears. Gifts, calls, messages and all sorts of  promises came flying.

I was too hurt to believe a thing even though deep inside me I wanted to believe he was sorry. I told him never to come to my house again.

Even when my dad passed away and we had a prayer gathering in my house, I made sure I avoided him by pretending I was busy when he came to pay condolence visit with his mother.

My entire world was literally splitted  in two,  each half crumbling to dust each passing minute.

Everyone knew something was going on. My nosey sister who had noticed the tension between us asked me what was the matter and I lashed out at her to mind her business.

Sesugh came into my room during the house service and knelt down. He said femi has broken up with him and am the only one he’s got left. In the process of begging me he took my face in his hands and kissed me. I couldn’t even push him away...just to show you how weak he got me.

Sesugh was hot.

He was a catch.

Sex with him was amazing.

He was the ideal boyfriend....well...so I thought. It took me planet Jupiter to disengage from him.

“I need space....please would you give it to me?"

I asked in earnest. 

Sesugh and I knew each other like the back of our hands.

Our voice tone was our thermometer to Know what was seriously “for real” and what wasn’t even without shouting or throwing tantrums. He got up and left the room...leaving me sobbing like never before.

Few days later, we went on a convoy to the village and as we drove through the red earth, I happen to notice a striking handsome dude about my age on a bicycle. He immediately caught my eyes and had such a bright smile as he waved as if he knew me. I didn’t respond. I simply looked away. Maybe it was all these village boys who waved at anyone they saw in a car i had thought .

When we drove into our compound and began off loading items from the car, I noticed this same guy who I had seen on the bicycle standing with in  front of our gate looking at me but this time, without a smile. Still; I didn’t pay him any attention. My mind was all messed up to notice anything or anyone. My boyfriend was a liar and my dad was dead. As long as I was concerned, the world had come to an end.

Cest fini.

A day before my father was laid to rest was the wake keep. And like every Nigerian knows , it was the D-day when booze and food flowed in abundance.

I had gone to the city with my cousins to fetch some drinks and on our way back , our car broke down. It wasn’t a great distance from my compound so we had to push the car all the way.

Some boys who where playing football in the village field had come to our aid after seeing us struggle with the car. I once again noticed the same guy on the bicycle.

He was sweating and shirtless.

He seemed a bit reluctant to help because he hesitated a bit to join the other village boys. As he approached, I couldn’t help but notice his hairy muscled bow leg and rich dark hair that arrayed themselves on his solid 6 packed stomach.

He didn’t make any eye contact with me and seemed to have a certain look on his face. Once we got to our compound, my mother insisted they all stayed to drink and eat in other to show her appreciation. Everyone except him did. In fact he seemed indifferent and in a hurry to leave despite his friends kept calling him as he walked away.

That night as the wake keeping went on, I felt a Hallow in my soul. I had found a spot at the furthest canopy and was going through sesugh’s text messages. All the ones that teleported me to the moon and made me swoon with joy. Hot tears came rolling as I tried forcing myself to delete them. Immediately , my sister walked up to me and told me someone wanted to talk to me.

I just wasn’t in the mood for condolence greetings...but she insisted that I come with her. As she held my hand and dragged me along towards the back of the house, my feet froze. Standing not too far from me was sesugh dressed in our family uniform. The fucking nerve.

“see....whatever you people are fighting over, today is the day you will settle”

my sister said as she pulled me towards him and walked away.

“what is wrong with your eyes”?

He asked me...

”and what are you doing here?” I  fired back.

“haba...I drove mum over naw...” he pleaded back.

“see....I miss you so much...everybody is noticing something is going wrong with me”

......I felt raw anger rise to my hair.

“so it’s all about how you feel right?”

to my Surprise, sesugh began to kneel down.

Haaaaa!!!!

Not in my village o!

"What will people say?"

"Are you mad?"

"What are you doing ?" -  I asked frightfully.

“I  don’t care baby” was his reply.

“how could you”??? I screamed in tears and stormed off.

As I was sobbing and making my way to a safe spot where I could lament , I passed a group of men drinking. Seeing me in tears, one of them called after me and I turned around in full anger and screamed - 

“FUCK OFF!!!!!"

In that split second I screamed, I locked eyes with same bicycle guy. He was starring blankly at me. It sort of seemed i was screaming at him even though I doubted he was the one who called me. I walked into a dark corner of my late step grand mothers house and cried my misery away.

After the interim of my dad, things eased up. There was peace and tranquillity and lots of visitors had dispatched.

I decided to go for a long walk to clear my head and reflect on my life. It was one of those moments when you start questioning yourself and figuring out your sexuality and how it all started. And then the memories came Pouring. 

I think I was 7 years old when I had my first experience.

I had followed my now late cousin to the stream and had met this particular boy who had caught small fishes and left them swimming in his bucket. I had begged him to give me one of them but because I had no bucket, he promised me he will bring it to my house and he kept his words.

I remember seeing him walking into my compound  gently carrying a large bowl of water.  We became inseparable friends instantly. I also remembered that a day before my family left back to the city, I went to tell him I was leaving and he began to cry. He shoved me away when I tried cleaning his tears with my palms. I innocently took his face In my both hands and assured him I will return.

I don’t know who made the first move but we did kiss and laid on each other stark naked.

I still remember the room and the smell of goats coming from the window which faced the back yard.

I also remembered how hard the wooden bed was and how the thin mattress did little or no comfort.

  I couldn’t believe this was over 20 years ago. Indeed how time flies.

Nostalgia crashed on me as I found myself at a familiar junction. This was the junction which led to ebika’s house....was that really his name?...I walked down the path and each step I took seemed pretty familiar.

As I entered the compound, it was deserted. I looked around to see if I could find anyone to ask after him and then I saw a teenage looking girl who had just came out from one of the buildings and was heading out the compound. 

I quickly called her attention and as I was asking her if she knew ebika, the bow legged athletic guy stepped out from a building at the other end of the compound and was collecting clothes which hung on a wire. He froze as he saw me.

The girl simply pointed to him as I mentioned his name and walked away.

As if scales fell from my eyes, i now could recognise him. How dumb had I been.

No wonder he keep looking at me.

As I summoned up courage to walk towards him, he continued to remove the clothes on the wire. I greeted him and he greeted back.

But still not looking at my face. I apologised for not recognising him earlier but he still kept  doing what he was doing.

After a while, he replied

“I understand”.

As he walked passed me, he said “you’re welcome.

Please come inside”.

I studied his face as he sat like a king on a chair across me after He’d kept the clothes inside the room. Hairy strong athletic thighs spread apart, firm looking hands resting on the arm rest of the chair, handsome face which held strong wise eyes and bushy side burns that marched up to a head full thick hair made him look like a proper cover page model.

... “what do I offer you Charlie” ?

He asked.

‘You still remember my name?"

I asked in Suprise. 

Eyes smiling more than his lips , ebika said he would not forget me easily.

I declined his offer for refreshments and then we began talking. He had lost both  parents and lived in the city with his uncle who he was learning trading under .

But things went pretty bad. His uncle fell on hard times and closed his business so he had  no option but to return to the village. After a while, he stood up and said he had a suprise for me. Wondering what it was, he returned with three items that shocked me beyond belief.

Placed on the center table was a crayon set, a tin tin colour book and a toy car. I had given them to him as a thank you gift for the fish and also a parting gift. I then remembered I wrote “I love you” at the back page of the colouring book. I took the book and checked; and there it was....my scruffy scribbled writing.

I began to weep. Weep at my innocence. Weep for the child I was and the hurt man I have become.

Ebika stood up and sat beside me on the arm rest of the chair.

His hands came across my Shoulder to comfort me as I cried uncontrollably.

“why Charlie? What is it?"

He asked honestly.

I just couldn’t help myself. After what seemed like eternity, I finally decided to speak.

I said It all...sesugh, my fears, my sexuality....I spared no information.

He patiently listened as he starred at the floor and and Nodding slowly as I spoke. His arms never leaving me.

“what do you want to do now” he finally asked after a long silence.

‘I don’t know....i can’t trust him again....I don’t Think I can love again infact “.

“but you cannot do without love” he said softly.

"am sorry you had to go through this but see this as an opportunity to learn what love isn’t and is”.. we spent some time together and I left back home.

  That night I could not stop thinking about him. I was about having dinner when my mother called me to tell me there was someone looking for me. I went to see who it was and a thousand butterflies exploded In my stomach.

It was ebika.

He said he was just passing by and decided to stop over to check if I was okay . .although I could swear it wasn’t entirely true, I thanked him. We walked to an empty  primary school and sat down on the window. It was very dark. As we talked, his hands found mine and we held. He told me he was worried that I might go back to sesugh because I had told him am weak for him.

He told me that he had been waiting for my return all these years and my gift where his prized possession.

I felt a deep love for him.

He went further to explain that he is not gay and that I was the only guy he has ever kissed or felt Something special for.  Tears streamed down my face.

"what is it charlie?" .......what do you want’? He asked me.

“I just want to be happy...I want to be loved”. Turning my face to face his, he used his palms to dry my tears just like I did to him many years ago .

“don’t cry”...he said softy.

“i will love you the best way I can “.....a deep sense of security flooded into me and then his lips met mine..and cautiously our tongues United.

It was a brief soft kiss that came from our heart. He kissed my forehead and held me close to him as I rested my head on his strong shoulder.

We held hands as he walked me home.

“can i sleep at your place?"

I asked him .

“anything you want “ he replied.

As we got to my gate, I saw my cousin outside and told her to inform my siblings that incase my mum was to ask after me, that they should tell her am at my uncle’s house ...a necessary lie.

I could not sleep alone that night.

Not after this wonderful feeling. We held hands and walked down the dark road with no one paying us attention. As we got to his house , ebika turned to me and ran his hands tenderly on my chest. His eyes met mine and I could see his entire story in them. 

Though they held too much pain, they also held faith Confidence and raw Determination.

I touched his side burns and looked into his loving eyes.

"you’re not alone ebika” I said to him.

And then he held me close and wept with Deep sighs of sorrow. He was slightly taller than me and bigger in stature too. I couldn’t help but weep with him. And then we began to giggle.

And then we kissed. Deeply this time. He allowed me touch him and kiss his body as he laid with his eyes closed.

His dick was curved like a banana but handsomely smooth and hand filling. I sucked him and he moaned. I rimmed his hairy ass and he kept laughing as I did that. 

I sat on his dick and slowly let him into me. He sat up after few thrusts and kissed me lovingly . With his left hand he held me close and lifted me while his right hand supported our landing as he turned on me.

He made real passionate love to me. Feeling him inside me felt like a divine moment. 

As he was about to cum, he looked into my eyes as he shot loads of hot cum into me. We held for a while and them he started kissing my body. Sucking on each nipples and then my erect dick. He did his best even though it wasnt perfect. Then his mouth found my ass.  Though He’d just cum inside me, he rimmed me. And rimmed me well.

He was good at Copying absolutely everything I did to him. As he tried to sit on my dick, the squinting on his face wasn’t a pretty sight and even Though I tried to stop him, he refused. After what seemed like forever, he managed to get me inside him. He was extremely tight. His beautiful muscle body was a wonderful sight to behold as he rode me to climax.

We slept in each others arms and in the morning we bathed together and he fucked me standing. Once he came, he turned around for me so I could have him too. I spent two months in the village and after the funeral rites were completed, i promised to come get him once I found a place of my own.

Ebika now stays with me and runs my father’s business along side me and my brothers. We both own few businesses as well and also stay together. As for sesugh, I learned he’s back to femi. Good for him.

Written by

  Joe C.

Tales from abuja

After my youth service I moved to the city of Abuja. Despite I had lots of family members living comfortably I could stay with,I rather choose to squat with a gay friend of mine who already had about 4 guys living with him. We where like one big family and despite it was a one bed room apartment,we shared everything with joy and it felt like living in a 5 star hotel because we always had great times and laughter. There was barely any privacy so most times if you wanna get down,you either wait until the dead of the night,when every one was away at work or use the convenience.
   Like every other family,we had our pink sheep(not black) lol. He was the oldest of us all but never looked it. He was super daring and we all wondered where he got the guys he brings home in the dead of the night to fuck him. Most times he would wake me or some of us to come and watch him get fucked by these gorgeous rough necks and street hoodlums.
   On this day I remembered taking a walk with the notorious pink sheep of our family and both of us noticed this meruwa ( water can sellers). He was thickly built,,had jet black skin and dark thick lashed. His Hausa tribal marks gave him a sort of distinct look and he was topless save for the shirt he tied round his waist and the thin white fabric trousers that did little or nothing to hide the colour of his red pant and indicate his big penis in a heavy bulge. The rich black pubic air that covered his abdomen and grew thicker as it descended into his red pant was outstanding.
   jeeessssuuuuuuu!! Myself and the pink sheep said simultaneously  and bursted out laughing. ...ewwooooo I exclaimed in a thick ibo accent. see man oooooo!!! Shut up you don marry. My friend spat back at me. No dey look man. We get water for house? I asked him. My dear weda we get or we no get I go buy water today he replied. Both of us still drinking the sight of this amazing northern commoner
Labouring. Meruwa lafia Lou. My friend greeted him and both of them chatted briefly in Hausa. My friend ordered for 8 gallons of water and said something in Hausa that made the Adonis beam with smile,raising both hands in a fist and shaking them saying ooogggaaaaaaa. Let us go. My friend said to me. Isn't he coming? I asked worriedly. After he makes his delivery he would bring the water to the house my friend replied. Immediately we got home,the house was empty. Every one had gone to work except for one of our friends who was getting ready to go to his family house which he hadn't been for about a week. Myself and the pink sheep who I would call olu started brining out the empty containers of water barrels we had at home. Quickly olu used the loo,put some perfume and wore some very sexy boxers. Now despite his age,olu has a very nice body and a super bubble butt to compliment it. He sashayed round the house singing a one of Michael jacksons song but changing the lyrics to "am gonna get fucked today by meruwa". We both laughed at his song. After what seemed like forever we heard a knock and a shout of Oga you don bring am po water. He was here. Quickly olu ran to the DVD and pressed play. Immediately the name blondes and big black meat was displayed on the screen. Olu was playing a straight porn on the TV.  I was becoming nervous at want olu was about doing..what if it goes wrong? What if this northern man becomes violent? It would put all of us including the owner of the house in serious trouble. Chai!! Yellow Oga fain like nyarinya. I be onyibo Oga? He said to me revealing a set of milk white teeth. Instantly I grew an erection. I forced myself to remember I was in a relationship and I must respect it. I no be onyibo o! I replied. I be Nigerian. Wetin be your name? I asked him. Me na Adamu. I from adamawa. You Sabi adamawa Oga? Yes na! I said back. Olu had gone into his bag and fetched some T-shirts and trousers already filling a large plastic bag with them. As Adamu was bringing the water gallons,he became very slow as he passed through the sitting room to watch the video of a woman getting fucked by a black dick. Clearly his erection was at full capacity because his trouser was swollen and it seemed he hid a kitten in it. My friend spoke something in Hausa and Adamu answered. After some minutes Adamu sat down on the sofa. Totally engrossed as he watched. I was so nervous I went into the room. I could hear both of them talk in Hausa as the ooohhhh!! Ahhhhhh!!., and fuck me baby!! Came from the TV. Suddenly there was a roar of laughter from Adamu. I quickly made it to the curtain and peeped at what was going on in the living room. Lo and behold olu was already naked and Adamus red pant and trousers where at his knees. Olu was sitting beside him and stroking a mammoth size black dick and running his hands all over Adamus chest as he was still engrossed at the movie. Waves of jealousy washed over me and I hated myself for not been daring enough to throw caution to the wind and dishonour my relationship. Olu was now was already kneeling before Adamu and was sucking greedily on his dick. Adamus eyes kept darting from the TV to olu's performance. His mouth was slightly opened and his lower jaw protruded revealing a bit of his lower teeth and tongue. Clearly he was enjoying an unexplored pleasure. His hips slowly met olu's mouth in a rhythm and olu was moaning. Olu said something in Hausa and Adamu shook his head ( must be a no)..olu sucked on his dick once more,said something and stood up. As he walked into the room,he met me at the curtain. Rolling his eyes at me like a typical possessed pagan harlot he passed and made his way to the room to Fetch condoms and lubricant. I still peeped at Adamu. He slowly stood up and brought his pant and trouser to his ankle eyes still locked on the screen. His dick was super thick just like the rest of his body. If am not mistaken he was clearly a 10inch. Olu passed me again fully armed with lube and condoms. Olu tried bringing his dick to Adamus mouth but he sealed his lips and tilted his head slightly to the left. Olu went back to the blow job. Few minutes later he was wearing the condom on the cock. Despite the condom was completely rolled down,it never reached the base of Adamus dick. Yes! He was that big. Still sitting,olu sat across him and slowly inserted his dick into his eager ass. Obviously he must have lubricated himself in the room or else there was no way Adamus dick would have gone into him. As olu kept bopping up and down no his huge cock, Adamu shifted his own body aside so olu's body doesn't obstruct his view. By this time I was already wanking my 9.5inch by 6.3 thick dick. Adamu immediately got up carrying olu like a piece of light furniture,still looking at the TV as if receiving instructions from it brought olu's back to the sofa as he mounted on him. Still looking at the TV,Adamu started ramming hard into olu's thirsty ass. His body was filled with sweat which made his dark skin glitter and emphasised his strong physique. Olu was speaking some funny language and was moaning uncontrollably which only intensified Adamus thrust. I was already about shorting my load but had to save it so I could wait for Adamu to cum. Suddenly he looked at me where I was peeping and our eyes met. I parted the curtain to let him see what I was doing and he nodded his head in a sort of approval. This time around his gaze was on me and not on the TV.  I began to stroke myself hard and His body began to tremble and he began grunting deeply. I began shooting hot wads of creamy cum and at that instant,He stopped thrusting and just looked at me. All the muscles and veins on his face were visible as he was shaking. His eyes rolled into his head and he took several long in hales and exhales as he exploded while watching me. With agility he stood up from olu. His sweaty body and chest still heaving. His dick was still turgid and looked like something belonging to the devil. The condom was torn and he had blood on his stomach and dick. Oh my goodness!! Olu was bleeding. Adamu said something and immediately olu stood up and quickly got a towel. As Adamu wiped his sweat,olu went on his knees and took the still swollen dick into his mouth. Adamu gently pushed him away and had a frown on his face. He spoke in Hausa and olu showed him the bathroom. Few minutes later he was out. Olu handed over the bag of clothes and some money and he left. The house still had the strong scent of Adamus male testorones  for hours even though we opened the windows for cross ventilation.