Baba Ronke

may look and behave all classy and you may assume I grew up in some posh area in Lagos with a big silver spoon smeared with butter stuck in my mouth. Truth is that I grew up in a razz area. The sort your building is refered to as “yard” and everybody is familiar with every one (even to the entire street).

There is this man called baba Ronke who If I can remember, always got we kids ( in the compound) candies and goodies anytime he returned from work. We (kids) would wait for him to return from work and once he was sighted , we will rush to him like moth to a flame screaming “papa oyoyo”.

As young as I was (i think I was about 8 or 9) , I already knew what i love. And what I love is dick. When other children ran to hug him, I will target his groin area and hug him full front so I could press myself to his bulge. Some days I will place a part of my body (especially my hand) over his crotch. Since we were many kids hugging and tugging him, I knew he’ll pay no attention to what I was doing. Lest I forget to mention his dick use to be very meaty to touch.

As nice and  loving as baba Ronke was, his wife was the exact opposite. She was always nasty towards us kids and will throw things at us whenever we accidently played close to her washing on the wire hanging out to dry or near her vendor. (she was a petty trader).

Also, she has literally fought all the women in the compound and was popular in the street we lived.

I had a massive crush on baba Ronke since childhood and nurtured it so dearly. It became so intense  that one Saturday when he was about to do his Laundry, i sneaked into his corridor where he had left his clothes, detergent and few buckets of water and stole one of his clothing. A red pant.  The  pouch where his penis ought to sit was so big.... so big that his pant permanently took the shape of the bulk of it. At that time i didn't know anything about masturbation so all I did was go somewhere safe away from prying eyes and rub his red pant on my face and sniff the musk on the groin area while having a super erection.

For many years i didn't disclose my feelings to him. I eventually changed to another  boarding  school far away in Akure and didn't come home to Lagos until after my Senior WAEC. When I came home , I was told that baba and mama Ronke had been having serious feuds and had separated. Also, i learned things were not the same with him. Apparently Mama Ronke had gotten pregnant by their pastor and had moved out of the compound.

Baba Ronke had gone into heavy drinking and was no longer his happy self. Hearing This, I felt empathy and decided to pay him a visit in his apartment . On getting to his door which was slightly opened, the strong smell of alcohol greeted my nose. As i let myself inn, I could hear a loud snore coming from the bedroom. Making my way through the untidy living room, I got to his bed room. Suddenly my jaw dropped as my foot froze to the floor.

Baba Ronke was sprawled on his bed. He had added alot of weight and now had scanty facial hair. What actually caught my attention and made me petrified was that right before me laid the fattest prick i'd ever seen ; peeping through the loose wrapper he had on his waist. my blood began roasting right at the spot where i stood.

Without thinking, I quickly went to the living room and bolted the door shut. With my heart pounding ferociously, I walked back into the bed room where baba Ronke was sleeping. I called his name and tapped his feet several times in an attempt to wake him up...although In my heart i wanted to be sure he was knocked out.

He grunted a response as i greeted him.

As i acknowledged my presence  by saying who I was,  he half opened his eyes, sat up, looked at me, smiled, waved lazily, called my name, stretched out his hand to shake  me and slumped back to bed. He was evidently stoned. I desperately wanted to make a move but I  was scared.

While i stood starring at his mammoth cock, he slowly dragged himself out of the bed and staggered to the bathroom. He'd barely gotten to the toilet when  urine began pouring from his dick and splashing on the wall and everywhere but the toilet bowl.  Instinctively, i rushed to his side and got under one of his armpit as to get his large hand to rest on my shoulder to support his balance as he seemed about to topple over. As i did that, I reached out for his dick and aimed it correctly to the toilet bowl. My hands could barely go round; that was how ridiculously thick his prick was.

When he was done, I squeezed, tugged and wiggled his fat member in order to get the last Drops of urine out.  In the process of flicking his cock,  I’d completely forgot myself as I caught myself  stroking his meat which now had began to expand my palm further as it slowly grew . My eyes widened in sensual horror. It looked like something evil from a sci-fi movie.

The toilet was too small to contain both of us or else I wouldn’t have waited a second to drop to my knees. He started making his way back to the bed room and I assisted him- to stop him from falling.  As He fell on the bed laying on his stomach. After a massive struggle, I  succeeded in Rolling him on his back; just as he laid before.

I grabbed his humongous dick and began stroking it with loving admiration. He tried several times to remove my hand. But anytime he Did, I returned my hand to his dick. I couldn’t believe mama Ronke will abandon such a blessing....except she wasn’t woman enough to take his oak trunk.

His dick was now fully erect and I had to stroke it with both hands which it fully occupied. I got myself inbetween his legs and began sucking his dick. While I sucked, he opened his eyes and squinted them in a frown as if to say “What the hell is going on”..... but clearly he wasn't conscious about what was going on. As i kept performing my skills, his mouth opened slightly revealing his tongue. Spit dribbled on his Beard from his mouth as faint moans escaped.

Sucking his dick  was a painful jaw stretching moment. “If my jaw could hurt from opening this wide, then how much hurt will my ass be capable to endure?” i thought. Only one way to find out. ..TRY IT!!!!. I quickly began searching the house for a lubricant substitute but there was nothing. I went to the kitchen and on top of the fridge was a family size butter. PERFECT!!!!

I grabbed the pack and got into the bedroom. He was snoring once again. Immediately i took off my clothes and got on top of the bed. Properly covering his dick with soft butter, I did the same to my hole.

Part of me screamed “YOU CAN NOT TAKE IT” but another voice told me “be a man and conquer”. Immediately i took a deep breath and positioned his thick motar epistle on my tunnel entrance. I began wanking myself just to divert my attention from the incoming hurt as I began to slowly ease down into his massive prick. I let out a silent scream as my sphincter stretched thin but giving up wasn’t an option. Not after this diamond opportunity. Inch after inch he began to disappear into me until I felt my ass cheeks on his laps. VICTORY!!!!!!!!!

I retained my sitting position for a while just to let my ass hole get users to this important August visitor. When the last wave of pain subsided , I went all the way up to the cock head and then sank back all the way down. Baba Ronke exhaled with his tongue sticking out but with his eyes closed. I repeated the same skill several times increasing my tempo. First slowly and then hard. I fucked baba Ronke’s dick like a wild animal. Once I touch down, I will  rotate my ass at the base, raise it all way up ( leaving just the dick head in my hole) and then slam it down again. I wanted to make sure my ass wouldn’t be the same after this encounter and I was determined to see to that.

Baba Ronke’s large hands met my waist and held them down  so hard that i was fixed in a spot as he began to thrust hard into my suffering hole to the extent each thrust made me jolt. His hands rubbed my waist and met my two ass cheeks. Now, grabbing them in a rough squeeze He began taking out his dick almost completely out of my hole and then slamming hard into me. I saw stars!!!! My intestines felt as if they summersaulted to each of his thrust. I began to  taste blood when I realise o have been biting my lips so hard. Baba Ronke continued thrusting like a beast and I was completely at his mercy. All this time, his eyes were opened and watched me squeal and gnash in joyful agony.

I stopped wanking at intervals  because I knew if I cum, the pain will be so raw. But there was something baba Ronke did that made me cum immediately without me touching my  dick. He placed his both foot on the bed and by so doing, his thighs were  raised and I was sort of suspended because I was resting on his thighs. My position couldn't permit full penetration so it was just his dick cap the was in my hole. He began fucking me with only the tip of his dick and I couldn’t hold myself any more.  Hot cum shot out of my dick and landed on his Beard and face. He watched me with satisfaction as I yelled in agony. No sooner I came did he begin to grunt and heave deeply as I felt him explode inside me. Thick nutritive juice filled me fresh from the pipe. Baba Ronke kept fucking me until his dick went limp and then he starred at me blankly and I watched his eyes slowly shut. Couple of minutes later he began to snore heavily.

I slowly stood up from his cock and I couldn’t  feel my ass muscles contrast.. i was worn out.

I quietly dressed up and left him sleeping. Out of fear i refused coming out of the house for two days. On the second day, i ran into him on the stair case. He was so happy to see me. But he suddenly stopped and  had a suspicious look in his eyes as he looked at me as if he remembered something. His eyes kept darting left and right as if he was in doubt of his thoughts.

my heart leapt in fright. Immediately I lied. I told him I had just come that same day and was just asking of him. Despite how normal I tried to present myself, he still looked into my eyes as if to say “I know what happened.”

He welcomed and  entertained me in his apartment as well aa told me all that I already knew about his now estranged wife. As usual, I pretended I was hearing it for the first time. I volunteered to help him clean his flat and he was so grateful and gave me a hand.

Few days later he called me into his apartment and told me what we did was not good. He didn’t even allow me deny. He simply went ahead to say i needed to find myself a good wife and pray she doesn't turn out to be like the devil he married. I told him my education comes first and he commended my school of thought. He asked me not to tell anyone what we did and I promised.

Since then we became close. One day, i asked him to be my secret lover. He laughed at me. But when he saw I wasn’t smiling, he gave me the condition that he will only agree if  i did  exceptionally  well in my  WAEC exams.

Thankfully  when my exam  came, i cleared all my papers. The least score was a "C". 

I tabled them before hom so therefore he had no excuse. Besides He's still afraid I might tell someone what we did so he’s still letting me have my way with him.

AKPAN AND I

During my senior secondary school days, I always joined my landlord’s kids to school in their car because they passed through the route to my school, and that was a great convenience. It was also a slight inconvenience because since they always woke up early in order to beat the usual morning traffic congestion in the city of Port Harcourt, I had to wake up early too.

On this fateful morning, I woke up unusually early. I was dressed up for school and was idling away. I knew my landlord’s children wouldn’t be ready at the time; I however decided to go wait for them outside their bungalow until they were ready to leave.

It was about a few minutes past 5am when I got into their compound. The compound was dead quiet and empty, except for Akpan, one of their drivers, who was washing the car. I’d seen Akpan regularly and never took any interest in him.

Until that morning.

He usually wore a free-flowing tunic during the daytime, and one could guess he was a broad man from his height and the expanse of his shoulders. Akpan looked to be in his 40s, a very quiet and polite man. He was regular in terms of looks, but his stocky build, dark skin and full beard made him look like a man of character.

That morning, when I saw him, I developed chills. And that had nothing to do with the cold of the early morning. He was clad only in white boxers, one that was loosely fitting and wet from his washing of the car. As such, the entire shape of his mammoth cock was visible. His legs looked like the bark of an oak tree in a rain forest. Thick, strong and covered with hairs. His chest was broad and sculptured. Dark and richly sprinkled with hair.

How in heaven did I have such a god around and didn’t notice him? I asked myself. I couldn’t take my eyes off the bold imprint of his cock against his boxers. Even with the morning chill and the cold splash of water, his dick didn’t look shrunken.

I walked closer to him, greeted him and asked if I could help him refill the bucket he was using to wash the car. He smiled and said I shouldn’t bother, that I might soil my uniform. I said it wouldn’t matter and I took the bucket and walked to the tap. I could hear his voice after me, saying, ‘God bless you, sir.’ I smiled to myself and thought, Indeed, He blessed me when He let me see you in this state this morning.

Throughout that day in class, I couldn’t concentrate. I had to go to the school toilet to jack off just to be able to think properly. I was determined to forge an acquaintance with Akpan, and when I made up my mind to do that, there was no stopping me. I started trying to spend time with him, extending small gestures of kindness in the process. I bought a new set of coloured boxer shorts for him and told him I didn’t like the one he wore that morning, because it was old. That was true; I also didn’t like it because I didn’t want anyone seeing his package the way I saw it that morning. Occasionally, I would give him some money, buy him some pastries and small items of clothing. Each time I showed him kindness, he would say ‘Thank you’ in the humblest voice I’d ever heard, all the time without making eye contact. I suspected that he was either a stranger to love and care, or had been hurt in the past.

We developed a good but tentative friendship; it was cordial, and he seemed to appreciate it nearly as much as I did.

During one of those periods of fuel scarcity and consequent hike of the price, he was instructed by his boss, my landlord, to go and queue up for fuel. It was a chore most road users were familiar with. Waiting endless hours in line just to be sold fuel. On this particular evening, my mother had travelled and I was home alone, so I decided to take a stroll. That was when I saw him drive towards me. I asked him where he was headed, and he told me he was going to queue for fuel for the night. This was about 8pm, and I knew he could end up coming back the next day if he was lucky to be sold fuel. Feeling my heart begin a small palpitation, I asked if I could join him. He acquiesced. I got into the car and we drove off to the filling station.

As expected, the line was endless. We drove behind one car and he killed the engine. We began talking and sharing personal experiences. He told me about his wife leaving him, and taking their two children with her, because of his penury and inability to take proper care of them. His wife was remarried. And his trust for womenfolk was damaged.

All through our conversation, I battled a hard-on. The day was far spent. The weather was cool, and a drizzle had started outside. I reclined on my seat, and he did the same, taking off his shirt in the process. We continued talking, but I simply couldn’t take my eyes off his hairy chest. The chest hair looked lovely and grass like, not spongy and rough. I complimented him and asked if I could touch the hair. He chuckled and said something about me being a man like him, and how it was not a big deal. I started touching his chest, feather-like touches that I knew he enjoyed because he told me it was such a sweet touch he could be tempted to sleep off.

Because it was dark, I wasn’t very sure if my eyes saw a bulge in his crotch, or whether it was my imagination. I had to know for sure. So I asked him if he was wearing one of the boxers I got him. He said yes. I asked if he actually threw away the old white one I saw him in the other morning. He said he did that a long time. With a jocular tone, I asked if I could see which one he was presently wearing. He pulled at the top of the underwear over his trousers to show me. I reached out my hand to touch the fabric, and in the process, I casually extended my last finger toward his crotch to confirm if he had an erection. He did! My finger touched what felt like steel. My mouth went dry and my heart began to beat faster. Still, I didn’t have the courage to start fondling the erection; I didn’t want to risk offending him. But I kept my hand on the boxer while I talked about choosing the fabric and the boxers. Precum was already oozing from my swollen dick. Suddenly he said he wanted to ease himself, and asked me to remain in the car to ward off miscreants. I wished I could follow him in order to spy his swollen dick while he urinated.

When Akpan finally came back, I noticed the bulge was gone. I felt a slight tug of disappointment. He didn’t sit down inside the car for a while; rather he walked forward, looking for how to get fuel. A few hours passed before we had to buy from the black market. And then, we were on our way home.

It wasn’t long before people around began to notice my closeness with Akpan, especially his peer group, which consisted of the gate man of my compound and that of the landlord, as well as his three other drivers. At times, once they saw me coming, they’d call out his name and say his “smallie” was around. This jesting usually made me shy.

And then came the weekend when my mother traveled to the village to see her mother. Again, I was home alone. I had just finished my laundry and was hanging my clothes out to dry in the backyard, when I heard Akpan’s voice lifted in loud laughter with the gateman of my compound. I heard him ask if I was home, and I felt a rush of intense pleasure. I had tied one of my long sleeved shirts round my waist and was naked underneath, seeing as there was no one home and I was sweating excessively from the laundry. I called out to him from the backyard because I couldn’t come out to the front with just a shirt around my waist, and also because I didn’t want him to bother knocking at the front door. He came around the house with a huge smile on his face. The rush of pleasure I felt intensified so much I had to struggle to tamp it down. I raised my right hand high in a hand shake gesture, and he slapped it gently away, pulling me into a quick hug instead. His chest was solid as brick and his grip was fierce. And I heard the roar of my heartbeat at such proximity sound in my ears. Oh my God, what a man…

We talked a bit, with him enquiring about my mother’s whereabouts and me asking him about the trip he took with his oga, the landlord. He’d taken the man and his family out of town, and come back to Port Harcourt without them. He mentioned he was on an errand to the mechanic, and would endeavour to come back around when he was done. As he left, my heart began to race. I was so excited. My mum wasn’t home, as was his boss. We both had our free time and I had to make the best use of it.

I waited outside the gate of my compound for what seemed like eternity. I wanted to see Akpan come back; I couldn’t wait for him to check up on me. When it began raining and the lights went out, I had to go back inside the house. Due to the fatigue from my washing, I dozed off. By the time I woke up, it was very late, a few minutes to 10pm. Goodness! How would I get hold of Akpan? I quickly dressed up and headed for the gate. As I approached, I could hear a group of men laughing. Obviously it was Akpan’s clique, doing some male gossip. I earnestly prayed Akpan would be outside with them as I approached the gate. He was. He was the first person I saw when I got to the men. When he saw me, he called out my name, and asked jocularly if I’d been with a woman inside all this time the electricity had been off. Everyone laughed. My gateman responded that no female had ever come to look for me, that I was a good boy. Akpan said it was a wise man who would avoid women because they were dangerous. And just like that, the talk centred on women and all the ways they had hurt mankind. The men began sharing their sexual escapades with the different women in their lives. It was the kind of talk that bored me, and I wanted to go back in. I however couldn’t because my Akpan was still outside. At about 11pm, they all began to disperse, leaving just me, Akpan and my landlord’s gateman on the wooden bench.

When Akpan asked the gateman if they pumped water into the tank – because he wanted to bathe – the gateman replied that the landlord’s wife locked the pumping machine and left with the key. That meant there would be no water in the tank until the family returned. What he, the gateman, had kept for himself was in fact water from the rain that fell. Both men grumbled about the apparent wickedness of their mistress for a few moments, before the gateman decided to retire.

Akpan was visibly miserable. He complained some more about the ills of being the help, especially to the landlord. He talked about how he had to share the tiny space of the boys’ quarters with the other three men that were in the landlord’s employ. I was aghast. I knew just how small the boys’ quarters accommodation was. And with four men occupying the room, the living condition would be nightmarish. I felt empathy for him as he continued complaining about his lot in life. I opened my left hand to him and looked at him. He looked at my hand and took it in his. ‘You will be fine someday, trust God,’ I said consolingly. ‘Amen,’ he replied.

It was really late then. I told him to come with me. He refused. I cajoled him, promising him a good bath and a decent meal. He thought for a while and conceded, sparing a few seconds to go inform the gateman of his compound to lock up, before he returned and walked with me into my house.

Inside the house, Akpan sat on the sofa and I went to put on the generator and microwaved a plate of jollof rice and goat meat for him. And when the meal was done, I brought it out to the dining room, along with a glass of cold water and a bottle of chilled beer. I was thrilled to be serving him, felt some kind of good, dutiful housewife, catering to the needs of her man.

I called him to the dining room. He seemed pleasantly surprised by what I laid out for him. When he asked about my own food and I told him I was fine, he demanded I bring an extra spoon and join him. I jokingly said I had put a love potion into the food so he that he would love me. He laughed at that, saying that it would be a waste of time, and if I was a woman, he wouldn’t have minded. Oh, but I was determined to change all that. We ate together, bantering as we ate and sweating from the humidity. I could see he needed a bath, so after I cleared out the table, I went to run the water for his bath.

When it was ready, I called him to the bathroom. He was pleased by my enduring gesture of kindness, and said so. This time, he added that he wished I was a woman.

Why, I said.

Because you know how to show good loving, he replied.

Does it really matter if I’m not a woman, I asked. Besides, what can a woman do that a man can’t do besides giving birth, I wanted to know.

A woman has a hole, he said with a chuckle.

Without thinking, I replied, ‘And so do I.’

At that, he turned to stare quizzically at me. What do you mean, he asked. How come? Where is the hole?

For some reason, the questions and his dubious expression made me feel both hurt and annoyance. And they showed on my face. I got up from the seat to leave. He hastily held my hand. He asked me where I was going to. I replied curtly, told him to go and meet a woman with a hole. He smiled indulgently at me and told me not to be angry. I pouted a bit, and asked him once more to go have his bath. Certain that he had offended me, he apologized. Unwilling to ruin the night, I accepted the apology and added cheekily that I would love to join him in the bathroom.

Or would you like a woman instead, I added.

I want my madam to join me, he replied with a pointed glance at me and a chuckle.

That pleased me very much.

In the bathroom, it wasn’t long before he shed his clothes. Seeing him stark naked was a sight to behold. It dried up my mouth and made me fight for breath. I tried to will down the erection I could feel coming. Oh God…!

We got into the bathtub, and he soon began sponging himself. Vigorously. I told him to slow down. I took the sponge from him and started washing his body, feeling my body tremble with each contact my soapy hands made with his body.

What is wrong with you, he suddenly asked.

What do you mean, I replied.

Wetin be this, he said, looking down. I followed his stare to my dick, feeling no small amount of mortification when I saw that I was fully erect.

He poked at my erection with a finger, and asked why I was turned on.

Maybe it’s because I love you, I said, holding my breath.

There was an awkward pause. He said nothing in response. I apologized and started washing myself. He asked to wash me as I’d done him. So I passed the sponge to him and turned my back to him. I felt him pour water on me. I felt the sponge on me. I felt his fingers dig into my skin. He complimented my skin, said it was lovely. I thanked him, but I didn’t hear him. I was trembling, faint with desire. My dick was straining forward, throbbing so hard I felt like I was going to cum any moment.

Your body is moving me, I heard him suddenly murmur.

His voice was thick, the tone uncertain and suggestive at the same time. And it prompted me to turn around to face him.

Lord Almighty!

He was hard. Rock hard! That dick of his that I’d always fantasized about was swollen and jutting out at me. It was begging to be touched. I looked at him. He chuckled self consciously. That was all the encouragement I needed. I touched him. I held his dick. I gripped his dick with my fingers, and they couldn’t get entirely around the shaft. He was that enormous.

He gave another self conscious chuckle, and said he knew it was too big, and that his ex wife had hated having sex with him. He added that no man had a hole to accommodate his dick.

What is he – a learner?

I quickly knelt before him, and stared closely, reverently at that dick. It was so beautiful and yet it was ugly. There was a network of veins all over its length. With each touch from my fingers, it throbbed and jerked spasmodically. My mouth watered. I placed my lips against the tip and kissed it. He told me in a husky voice to stop. But we both knew better. There was no stopping me, no stopping us now.

I lovingly kissed the knob again, before taking the thick shaft, inch after inch, down my throat. He exhaled. I reached my hands up to his hairy chest, and ran my hands all over the solid wall. And then down to his groins. His balls were big and a handful. I sucked on them slowly. I caressed his dick which was moist with my saliva and his precum. I stood up and held him close. He held me too, and our lips met. The kiss was deep and passionate, and filled with promises. He kissed me, not just because of the pleasure he got from it, but because he felt something. I sucked his nipples, armpits, every single place my tongue and mouth could find on his body. His body quivered as I invaded his body with my kisses. At some point, I wondered if he was crying, because I heard the occasional muted sniffs coming from him. Or perhaps he was sniffing away the wetness from our bath getting into his nose. I didn’t care. I wanted him. BAD!

He held me and he kissed me too. His hands were all over my body, roughly grabbing at my skin as if to rip my body apart. His hands ran down my ass crack gently and instinctively I turned around. He began squeezing my chest as if I had breasts. Our bodies were still wet and slippery, and so was my ass crack. I reached for his dick and rubbed it against my ass crack. He moaned. I moaned. He must have had a lot of precum, because the knob of his dick was excessively moist. I caught a glimpse of our reflection in the bathroom mirror just then, and it was a sight to behold. A slenderly-built, light-skinned guy pressed up against a powerfully-built, dark-skinned man. It was a sight I welcomed.

It felt right.

And I told him so. When he asked me, in a hesitant voice, if I was sure this was right, if I wanted it, I nodded, and said yes.

Just go slowly, baby, please, slowly, I told him.

Akpan leaned back and opened my butt cheeks with his two hands so that his dick was well-aimed at the target that was my ass hole. Bright sparks shot through my head and rivulets of sweet pain surged inside me as he began going inside. Cold rushes darted up my spine to my brain. His dick was going inside. That majestic monster was making its entrance. I could feel my rectum parting. I began squeezing and releasing my sphincter to relax the muscles. As my ass stretched, I bit my lower lip and took in a deep breath. I had to see this through. I couldn’t give up now. I suspected that if I did, Akpan would never attempt it again. To make this work – to convert him – I would have to please him very well, and take nothing back.

After what seemed like eternity, I finally felt his thick pubic hair on my ass, and his chest hair on my back. He was all inside.

Oh baby, I love you, he said to me. You are mine, he continued. Can you feel me inside?

I replied with a moan. I was totally occupied. I felt like I’d swallowed a truck. My stomach was full. Slowly he drove out and then back inside. Gently and lovingly. He held me tight, ran his hands over me. And then he asked me if he could cum. I turned my head to meet his and kissed him passionately. That was my answer. He removed his lips from mine and leaned back again. He parted my ass cheeks to see his dick inside my ass. He began fucking me hard. On the mirror, I could see the frown of concentration on his face. His large hands reached for my shoulders and he grunted, ‘Take it now, baby.’ And with a powerful thrust that had me stifling a scream of both agony and pleasure, I felt his dick pulsate in my ass. He grunted and held me tightly, his body jerking as he shot his load inside me. We stood like that for a long moment, until his body was still. And then he ground his dick deeper inside my ass, apparently loving the feeling of his cum inside my ass.

You are more than a woman, he murmured with a chuckle against my ear. And we both laughed softly at that.

After rinsing and drying our bodies, we went into my room. I could tell he still wasn’t comfortable with what had just happened.

Will God be angry with us, he wanted to know.

God wants to grant our heart desires, and I don’t see anything wrong if our heart desire is to be loved and give love, I said reassuringly as I hugged him from behind. He held my hand as I added, Besides what we did was express what we feel for each other.

He nodded slowly, letting the weight of my words sink into his mind. He apologized for penetrating me, and said he hoped he hadn’t injured me. I felt very sore down there, but there was no way I was going to tell him that. Instead I kissed him and asked him if he really enjoyed been inside me. He admitted that it was a new and very sweet experience for him. He grabbed my body and pulled me close to him. Then he kissed me, and then went for my nipples and sucked on them. I moaned and twitched, because he kept biting them.

Somehow, through the haze of my desire, I remembered I had to lock up the doors. I excused myself, but before I left the room, I put on the DVD player in my room and pressed play. There was a macho fucker DVD inside the machine and I had to make Akpan comfortable with what I hoped was going to be his new sexuality. By the time I came back into the room, it was too meet an expression of stunned disbelief on his face. He obviously couldn’t believe such porn existed. He had lots of questions for me. Was this real? Was it film trick? What enjoyment did they get from it? Was it sweet? On the TV screen was a muscular black man going at the ass of a white boy with his tongue and mouth; the boy was moaning into a pillow. I loved that. And I told Akpan.

After a few minutes, he turned off the TV and told me I shouldn’t corrupt him. When he said that he didn’t like watching such, I thought it was because it was gay porn. But then he said that he felt sex should be respected, and not be videoed. He didn’t like straight porn either. I understood his sentiments.

Thereafter, I turned off the generator and opened the windows. I got into bed with him, and the entire room was flooded with the silver light of the moon. I was content. I was still horny too. So I kissed him again, caressing him as I did. I went down to his crotch; he was hard again, and the dick smelled of soap. I licked it. And I swallowed it. And I sucked it. He began breathing heavily as I sucked his balls. My tongue followed the trail that ran to his ass hole and then I found the spot. It was so tiny. I began to tongue his ass hole as I lovingly wanked his dick. He arched his back and opened his legs wider. His ass was hairy and I lavished it with affection from my mouth.

After some minutes, he pulled me up and held me to his chest. How many people have you done this with, he wanted to know.

Does it matter, I replied.

He let go of me and sat up on the bed.

Why are you acting up, I said exasperatedly. Did I ask you how many women you have had sex with or how many times you fucked your wife? Good night!

I turned on my side on the bed and faced the wall away from him. Moments after, I felt his hands on me. He gently turned me around. He began apologizing. He professed his love for me. He kissed me. His lips traveled down to my nipples; he sucked them. He was rough, biting and squeezing my soft skin. He sucked my dick too, and his hands ran all over my thighs. His fingers found my ass hole which was yet to fully contract after receiving his massive dick. He positioned himself by kneeling at one end of the bed and dragged me till my waist was down there, facing him. Lifting my leg, he murmured, ‘I love your hole, baby…I love it…’ And I felt his warm tongue slide inside my ass hole. It dug deep inside. And he sucked on it. I squirmed and moaned. He came up to me and kissed me roughly. And then, he started penetrating me. I felt my hole stretch again, and I winced with some pain. His thrust was fierce. I wasn’t lubricated and the penetration hurt. He thrust hard a few times, before withdrawing his dick and turning me on my stomach. He lifted my bottom to his face, and his tongue went in again. With each stroke of his tongue, he moaned his pleasure. I could feel so much saliva fill my ass hole as he tongue-fucked me. Flipping me to my back, he came on top of me, lifted my legs to his shoulders and started stuffing my ass with his rock-hard dick. I grabbed him tight. He started fucking me. Taking full control of me. Pressing his dick so hard inside me, it felt as though he was on a mission to give me pleasure I would never get from anyone else.

He pounded me hard. It hurt. But I welcomed the pain. I welcomed the pleasure too. I wanted this. I wanted this man. And he wanted me too, because he gasped promises as he hammered away at me. Promises to be mine. Promises to make me his.

He went at me like a wild dog. I felt as though I was going to faint…his dick was too big. I tried pushing gently at his waist, hoping he would understand that he needed to slow down. He didn’t slow down. He pounded until he gave one final growl and slumped over me as he ejaculated. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and our breathing came heavily. He held me to him and mumbled, ‘You will kill me.’

I smiled with deep pleasure at that. Of course, I wouldn’t kill him. I simply wanted him to keep doing this to me over and over again.

Do you know you have not released, he suddenly said.

Yes, but I’m here to please you, I replied.

No, no, no…you have to release. Tell me what I should do. He was adamant.

I told him to wank me and suck my nipples. He did this, and gradually, the onrush of semen built momentum inside my groin. I stiffened and stretched my legs out as the momentum traveled up the length of my dick. And a moment later, I was shooting out my load, groaning with pleasure as I did that. I was dazed and struggling to breathe. And I was far spent, in a good way. Akpan pulled me into his arms, asked me if I loved him, and when I said yes, we finally succumbed to sleep.

That was how my love affair with Akpan started. We carried on with our sexual relationship, getting together for passionate hook-ups whenever we got the chance. He became quite possessive and over-sexed. My ass really needed a break from his numerous and enthusiastic fucking. He was obsessed and besotted with me. It felt comforting, to have him feel so passionately about me.

My parents were divorced and didn’t live in the same state. Even though I stayed with my mother, occasionally, I visited my father. And when I finished my exams for that term, I travelled to stay for some time with my father.

Two weeks later, I was back. I didn’t seen Akpan for some time after I returned, which was unusual. I asked after him, and learned that the landlord’s wife accused him of something heinous, which resulted in him getting fired. From what I gathered from the rumour mill, she’d been interested in him sexually. And he rebuffed her advances. A modern version of Joseph and Potiphar’s wife’s story. Following the termination of his employment, he returned to his village.

The news saddened me. For months, I was very depressed. I couldn’t reach him, and slowly, I realized that the goodbye I said to him before I left for my father’s house was the last I would ever see him. I prayed then, as I still do, that he will find love and success wherever he is, because he is someone who deserves it.

It STARTED IN THE POOL

I schooled in Enugu and lived part of my life there as well. I was always referred to as nwa mummy or ajebo because of my gentle nature which at times became effeminate when I was in my element. My nature was the reason my father insisted I attend a hard-line all-male educational institute that would toughen me up and make me shed my softness, since my mother had outrightly refused to let him sending my brother and I to a military school.

Eventually my father had his way and I was carted away from the comfort of my home and private school to the East to school. It was a nightmare, having to cope in the Igbo-speaking, rough, all-boys school I was enrolled in. but I managed and passed from class to class, and made a few friends along the way.

And then I was in my senior class. Back in those days, in Enugu, there existed a hot spot, a swimming pool in a place called the Sports Club. It was always filled up on weekends and was the hottest spot in town.

On this fateful day, I visited the pool with my gay friends and they were all partnered up, except me. The pool was unusually uncrowded for a weekend, so there was less fun to have. As we ate suya and chattered, we all noticed the sudden presence of a tall, dark-skinned, well-built and bald-headed guy. His white shirt was a perfect contrast to his dark skin, and the blue denim trouser was a good match. He had a long goatee and the swag in his walk gave him oodles of personality. He was a sexy man, and we all admitted it as we stared.

When this guy went into the changing room and came out moments later, I was very pleased with his physique. It was evident that he worked out hard because he had well defined muscles. But his nylon baggy shorts gave no clue as to what he was packing. At this time, I was flirting harmlessly with one of my friends’ partner, and we all were having a good laugh.

Why don’t you find yourself a man, my friend’s partner suddenly asked.

It’s not easy, I replied.

No be man wey full here, another friend said, gesturing at the pool, inside which were only males.

Look at that fine guy that walked in, my friend’s partner teased. Why don’t you go for him and leave us alone?

Immediately, my blood boiled. Is that a dare, I said.

Yes, I double dare you, he challenged with a smile.

And I got up from my seat, rising to the challenge.

I walked to the pool’s edge and took a dive. There was some water splashing session going on between two teams and Mister Tall-Dark-And-Handsome was part of the game. I joined his team of splashers, and instead of me splashing our opponents, I furiously splashed him. There was much laughter at this, and much water everywhere. Soon, however, the session was over.

This guy, you be saboteur o, he teased as he swam up to me.

No mind me jaré, I chuckled while stretching out my hand. I introduced myself.

He took my hand in a firm shake and introduced himself as Osas. See as your hand soft, he teased again, laughing.

Soon, we were chatting away like old friends, and I got to know he visited Enugu occasionally to supervise his father’s company; this was one of such visits. He was from Benin and lived in Lagos. He was a very intelligent man and spoke very eloquently. We talked about the economy, sports, states in Nigeria that rocked, music. And finally, he said in a deliberate Benin accent, Omoh, wey babes nah! I hear say babes dey come here well-well.

At once, my demeanour changed. He kept on going on and on about how he was expecting to meet girls, blah, blah, blah. I reluctantly told him I was also quite surprised at the all male presence at the pool. There was no single female around, well, except for a very fat woman who came with her kids and was teaching them how to swim under the supervision of an equally fat man who no doubt was her husband.

Clearly, Osas wasn’t happy. He kept going on about women, and when he noticed I held no interest for the topic, he jokingly said, You sef, this one you keep quiet like say you no like woman. Abi you be born again or fag? Which one you be? As he spoke, he splashed some water in my face (I guess he did that so I could understand he was joking).

Born again ke! I resemble pastor? I asked.

But why your body just change when you hear woman? Abi you no get geh friend? he asked.

Yes I no get. Abi you wan dash me your sister? I fired back.

Wetin dey dia? I for dash you my sister nah! But as she don marry wetin you want make I do?

You and this your woman talk, e be like you be ashawo, I said.

Laughing, he replied, No ooo! I hardly get time because of work, but whenever I get the chance, I dey catch my fun o! But I love pussy, mehn.

I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. I was clearly irritated.

He saw that, and he said, This guy, wetin you be sef? You be reverend father? Why you dey do like this? I dey suspect you o! E be like you be fag.

Yes, I be fag. And so? Na new tin? Oh boy, free me abeg, I spat out boldly.

Chei! He hollered and started laughing again. He must have thought I was kidding.

I didn’t join him in his amusement; instead I stared blankly at him.

Mehn, bobo, for real. You’re kidding, right? he asked as his laughter died down.

An arch of my brow was all the response I gave him. And he became stared at me, clearly speechless. We had been chatting like buddies for some time, and had built a rapport, felt very comfortable with each other. So the bold step I took with admitting my sexuality to him was something I suspected he wouldn’t take extreme. I figured that the worst thing that could happen would be him telling me he didn’t associate with my kind, and that would be it. Besides he came alone, didn’t live in Enugu and two of the guys that were partnered with my friends were military officers, so I knew I was insulated from any harm.

Why should a fine guy like you do such? He asked then. Are you afraid of women? Any woman would die to have you. Do you know God is against this?

So God isn’t against you coming to the pool to look for pussies, I immediately cut in.

He was silent again for some seconds, and then he said, But won’t you marry and have kids?

Must I be a husband to be a father, I quickly answered.

Once again he was quiet.

Osas, I have been this way all my life, I said quietly to him. Since childhood, it’s not a choice. I love men. I love dicks, bro. I have had my fare share of pussy and I still prefer cocks. Not my fault.

He was dumbstruck by my boldness. Kai, I don’t believe this, he finally muttered. Do your parents know? How do you enjoy sex with another man? What’s the sweetness in fucking an ass hole? How man go dey humble me? This last part he appeared to say to himself as he shook his head vigorously, as if shaking off some forbidden thoughts.

Maybe some of us like to be humbled, I said.

How? Please explain, he said, apparently curious.

Then my long lecture on tops and versatiles and bottoms and the ABC of gay sex started. He paid attention, with a slight frown.

So which one do you do? He finally asked.

I’m versatile, I replied, but I’m more skilled in receiving.

As in, you enjoy getting fucked more? He asked.

Yes, I said.

Please stop this, I’m begging you. You are my brother, mehn. It’s a sin.

Says who? I bridled. I started quoting scriptures that also condemned mixing fabrics, eating from a tree, shaving and collecting interests from loans. I talked about how man would do anything to destroy one another, even if it meant selecting a verse from any holy book to justify his wickedness. Even Jesus Christ was killed on grounds of going against the scriptures.

He was surprised at my depth of knowledge on religion, but he said insistently, You need to stop this, bro. I’m sure you haven’t seen a dick that will make you regret this act.

At this, I laughed. And then, I scoffed at him, talking about how I was a skilled power bottom and how impossible it was that any dick would make me regret being gay. In my opinion, no such dick existed.

He looked at me for a while and said I should be thought a lesson, one which would remove the madness from my head. After a while, he said he needed to go back to his hotel room, and I asked if I could come along. Come along then if you have the guts you say you have, he said.

I suddenly felt a rush of excitement. It seemed this was going to be another sexual experience, one I was sure I was going to enjoy thoroughly. I went to say my goodbyes to my friends, who were stunned when I proudly informed them that I was leaving with Mister Tall-Dark-And-Handsome. Some minutes later, Osas walked out of the changing room, dressed up. He came to the table where I was with my friends, and there were handshakes and greetings. I said goodbye to my friends and left with Osas, not knowing what I was getting myself into.

We took a ride to the Guest Inn, where he was staying. We got into his room and he ordered some drinks for us. Occasionally he would look at me, chuckle coldly and shake his head. He excused himself and went into the bathroom. At that point, I tried to be very observant of the surroundings, in case he was into some money ritual business. However, when I saw the files and some documents on the bed and table which had his father’s company name on them, I was more relaxed. I went to the bathroom door and listened, trying to hear what was going on on the other side of the door. I heard the hissing sounds of inhalation; I could also perceive it. He was taking Indian hemp. I shook my head and chuckled softly as I walked back to the bed. Taking off my shoes and shirt, I laid down on the bed and waited.

A few minutes later, Osas walked out into the room. He looked stoned. His eyes were reddened and he looked calm and calculating. He sat down on a chair. He had changed his shorts and was topless like me. He was gorgeous. I sidled over to where he sat and stepped in between his thighs. They were large and solid. His eyes were closed and he had his face partially covered with his right hand.

Are you okay? I asked. What are you thinking about?

I’m fine, mehn, he answered. And he opened his red eyes, smiled briefly. He had on a weird expression. The smile quickly vanished; he mumbled something to himself and shut his eyes, putting his hand over his face again.

I started kissing his solid body and sucking on his nipples. He sat still. When my hands started moving towards his groin, he quickly held them and opened his eyes.

I saw a different person. A dangerous-looking person. And for the first time, I was afraid. At first, I was expecting a hard slap or something. And if this guy should attempt beating me, he would kill me.

You said you won’t stop homosexuality, right? He asked.

My heart was beating fast, and I couldn’t say anything in response.

Okay, he answered his question. Since you insisted on following me, you must agree to take whatever it is I have. Deal? His voice was cold.

Haven’t we talked about this? I said, smiling shakingly, hoping to ease the tense atmosphere.

Deal? he repeated.

Okay fine. Deal, I answered.

He released my hands from his grip, and then I continued the body worship. When my hand got to his dick, I froze. My palms felt something very wide. It wasn’t turgid yet. But the width made my heart sink and got my blood pressure racing. Osas parted his legs to give my hands more room to roam over his crotch.

Massive is an understatement. His dick was frightening. He opened his eyes and had on a very evil smile. You no dey fear, abi? He said silkily. My friend, suck my dick.

I felt so cold. I instinctively knew I had to obey because he was under influence and could be capable of extreme violence if I refused. Stuffing his dick into my mouth was a problem. And sucking it was a struggle. The more I sucked him, the more his dick seemed to increase in length and girth.

Oh boy, suck that prick! Suck am well, he commanded.

I really wanted to escape, to be away from my current predicament. Maybe if I could make him cum with a blow job, perhaps I could save my poor ass from demolition. Bracing myself and taking a deep breath, I applied every blow job skill I knew, hoping I would get this nigga shooting some cum. I only succeeded in making him stand halfway from the seat so he could fuck my mouth. I choked as he called me names under his breath. Then he said, You go know how far today. He straightened and walked to the TV. Holy shit! He was a god. And his dick was like a deity from a shrine. He found Channel O and increased the volume.

Then he returned to me. Reaching for my trouser, he yanked them off me. Pull it off quick, he barked as he stood, wanking his dick as though to keep the erection.

I was thinking fast. I was battling to keep my sanity. Please cream…do you have cream, I said pleadingly. The last thing I wanted was a tear and I was sure it was possible he may attempt to penetrate me without lubrication.

He got a Pears baby oil, poured some on his hands and tossed the bottle to me. As I smeared a generous amount on my hands and lubricated my ass, I watched him rub the oil on his cock and stomach, making it shine and glister on the bulb light. Immediately he held my foot and dragged me to the edge of the bed.

Oya, open am, he barked. I said open it!

I raised my legs high, and as I watched him bend with his dick in his hand, I began pleading with him, Please take it easy…Osas please…

As I felt his dick on my anal entrance, I heard him hiss, Your fada! And he went in.

White light flashed in my head as his dick squeezed itself into my ass. I let out a silent scream as my eyes widened. I could feel Osas in my stomach literally. He was too strong to push away. He held my ankles and pressed them to the bed. Each foot close to my ear. He fucked me like a mad bull and kept muttering, I will show you today. I dug my nails into his chest and started hitting him. We got into a small struggle and then he gripped my neck tight. Don’t fuck with me, he hissed. With strange agility, he turned me like a rag doll on my stomach. His strong hairy legs pinned down mine and one of his large hands held both of mine which was now at my back. Suddenly, there was a hot flash in my head. He had entered my ass again. It felt like he just penetrated me for the first time. His other free hand grabbed my shoulder to regulate my body to meet his thrusting.

I will fuck you like a bitch! He panted. Come on, open your nyash!

Tears streamed from my eyes. It felt like forever. I’m sorry, please stop, I whimpered in agony. I struggled under him and it seemed like the more I did, the more my anal muscles squeezed on his dick, giving him more pleasure. He threw his weight on me, lay on my back. He was very heavy. I felt his hands part my ass cheeks as he kept slamming deep into me.

You want dick ba? You want dick, abi? He kept panting into my ear.

Noooo, noooo please noooo, I cried.

You never start to cry, he crowed. And he increased his tempo.

I decided to relax and pretend to enjoy it, because it seemed the more I struggled and begged, the more he derived his pleasure. Fuck me daddy! I began to moan. Oh fuck me! Give me that dick.

I’m just starting, he responded. I will give you.

He rolled to his back while still having me in his grip. This time, he held my hands from under my armpit to my neck. My penis was high in the air and I was facing the ceiling. His monster dick was still very much buried deep inside me and pumping ferociously. I looked at the time; I couldn’t believe it. It was an hour and forty five minutes already gone in agonizing pain.

Just then, there was a knock on the door and we both froze. He released his grip and I fled into the toilet. I could hear voices through the door. It seemed someone knocked on the wrong door, because I heard apologies. I had to sit on the toilet seat because my legs were shaking. My ass hole gaped and it was a miracle I wasn’t bleeding. I started sobbing.

There was a soft knock on the door and Osas called my name. I didn’t answer. He called again and said I should please open the door. I did and went back to the toilet to sit down. He came in after me; he had his boxers on, but his dick was still rock solid. He chuckled and squatted in front of me.

Did I hurt you, he asked softly.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t even look at his face.

Are you hurt, he asked again.

I shook my head and said no.

Look, you caused all this, he said. You made me do this. But I want you to know I’m not the sort of person to hurt someone else. Look at me now. He turned my face to meet his. He looked so calm and sweet. Nothing at all like the monster who had ravaged me moments earlier.

I’m sorry, okay? He said.

I didn’t respond.

Standing up, he pulled me up to him and hugged me. I’m not like this, honestly, he said. I want you to get to know me for real. Smile now, Haba! But you were the one making all the noise naw. He was trying his damnedest to console me.

And then, to my surprise, he kissed my forehead, took my face in his hands and kissed me fully on my lips. His kiss was so warm and gentle. And then, he led me back to the bedroom. He began telling me about how women run away from his dick, about how he had to resort to putting off the light before sex so they wouldn’t get to see what he was going to fuck them with. He went on to say that he really enjoyed sex with me and that indeed I was a strong guy.

I want to see you again, he said. Let’s start on a fresh page. Let me make this up to you.

I sat quietly in my corner, with my ass breathing fire.

He came closer to me and kissed me again on my lips, pinched and twiddled with my nipples, kissed my neck, chest and sucked on my nipples. This monster was making tender love to me and I hated my body for responding to his touch. He pressed me back on the bed and caressed my naked body.

Hmmm, so this is what gays enjoy, eh? He said with a smile. So you have succeeded in making me gay with your sweet ass. He laughed this time.

He was so handsome and gorgeous, but something inside me died and left me emotionless.

I’m still hard…I want to cum, he muttered.

Hearing that gave me a jolt. You are not putting that thing inside me, Osas, I objected.

Please, please, let me just cum, he cajoled. My dick won’t go down. I promise I won’t put everything inside. I will be gentle. Please trust me.

He resumed his caressing and deep kissing as he laid back on top of me. He spat on his hands and found my ass. Slowly he entered me, but as he promised, he didn’t put the entire length in. He was gentle and his thrusts had a sort of rhythm. He kissed me all through the ride and then he began to grunt and breathe heavily. His body started to tremble as he moaned, Oh no, oh no, no.

I felt hot wads of cum shoot deep inside my ass over and over. My bowel was full of his seed. He collapsed beside me and held me.

Wow, this is awesome, he gasped. Don’t you want to cum?

No, I’m fine.

I can fuck you all day, you know, he beamed. You have a smooth and soft ass and body.

I felt bitter bile rise in my throat at his words. My mum is in town and I need to go home, I lied then.

Please, promise you will come back before I go, he said, as though he knew what I was thinking.

I don’t know but I will try, I lied again.

I got up and dressed up, and at the door, he hugged me.

Let me love you, he said. Give me that chance.

I simply nodded. As he walked me outside to where I would get a taxi, he brought out a bundle of naira notes and said it was his peace offering. I didn’t say anything him as he stuck the wad into my trouser pocket. And soon, I was on my way home. Away from him.

I never called him. I didn’t go back to see him. For three months, I had no sexual desire. Even masturbation irritated me. Osas messed up my mind. I don’t know where he is or what has happened to him and his monster dick, but I will never forget that sex story that began at the pool.

Got any story you need to share? Please forward it to teebeelicious40@yahoo.com.