IN LOVE WITH AN INSURGENT PT. 3

Eventually, the evening drew with the cold air breezing. After our evening meal, we all retired to our respective cells. Throughout the day I did not see Sule. About ten men were brought in that day and taken to solitary cell, where we called it The VIP. We were told that they were insurgents caught with explosives around the emir’s palace. Apparently they intended to bomb the paklace. The emir was always a staunch critic of the insurgency. He condemned the religious sect that had brought mayhem to the country.

Earlier on, I had taken a shower and as soon as I hit the bunk, I fell asleep. I was in the dreamland when Sule gently slapped my ass and I awoke with a start. He was stark naked and his manhood stood like a pole sticking from his loin’s area.

Without any preamble, he ordered me to undress which I complied without a word. He brought his cock to my mouth and I sucked it with fervor. I tasted his salty precum and attempted to deepthroat him but I choked. I resumed the sucking in earnest. His hands held my head firmly while he fucked my mouth with measured strokes.The small cell was filled with slurping sounds. After a few minutes, he motioned me to lie on my back. He rubbed Vaseline on his cock. The feeling of anticipation made me shiver deliriously. I could not wait to feel him deep inside me. With a massive thrust, he entered me. I wanted to scream in pain but I could not. He lay still until my puckered hole adjusted to his size.

“Damn boy, you are so fucking tight!” He whispered.

He started thrusting slowly. His huge balls slapped my sensitive juncture. My own cock was hard and as he thrusted, I started feeling pleasure building up deep within me.I held on tightly to him. As our bodies meshed in our sweat and my precum oozing like a fountain, I opened my mouth to his deep sensual kiss. That man was a machine. A love machine indeed. He kissed as if he learned it from a dictionary. He sucked my tongue while his hard cock moved in and out of me with vigour.

He withdrew and turned me over, he lifted my ass on a doggie style and entered me from behind. He started thrusting home. I could not withstand his massive weight so I flattened out. As he thrust deeply, I felt my come rushing out. I trembled as my loaded jizz came and a wonderful orgasm overpowered me. Just then, I felt my muscular man pause for a second before giving one mighty thrust and groaned gutturally. His hot jizz filled my portals and I shook with frenzy. He kept on coming. Wow, the feeling was too sweet for words.

He lay motionlessly on top of me savouring the wild afterglow. Slowly, he withdrew and wore his shorts. I lay basking in the discovery of wild sex.

“So, this is your first time?” He asked. “Yes. Sir, ”I replied shyly. “Did you enjy it?”He asked. “Yes sir,” “Ok, that’s good, because I am about to go for another round. Your pussy is the best I have ever had. I don’t know if I could ever fuck a girl again after this,” he declared.

I saw the tent on his shorts. The sight alone made my cock to harden. My mouth went dry with excitement. This prison term had turned out to be the best life’s experience after all, I mused.

He climbed on top of me and started his kissing art while his pelvis gyrated upon mine. With his right hand he removed his shorts. His turgid male member once again was as stiff as steel. He played with my cock for a while and then turned me over once again and plowed home. This time he made love to me caressing my nipples and kissing the back of my neck. I shivered uncontrollably while his lovemaking picked up speed. Suddenly he started banging me like a mad man. He held my waist as he thrust in.

As he continued, I came again without touching my cock. My body convulsed in electrified sensation and I came, my orifice tightened around his cock. This must have triggered his orgasm because suddenly he tensed and release a load of cum deep inside me. That man had been storing a huge load I guess. My receptacle was filled to overflowing.

We lay there gasping for air.

“You are nice piece of ass,”he laughed. I did not say anything. With him one could not be sure.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang! The ground shook and I thought it was an earthquake. We jumped off the bunk and scrambled for our clothes. There was a commotion in the compound and the inmates were all running helter skelter.

We discovered that the wall south wall was bombed. Seeing the breached wall gave us the impetus to escape. Without a second thought, I followed the escaping inmates and ran blindly through the night. A few minutes later, I heard gunshots but I did not care to know whether the wardens or our ‘saviours’ were the ones shooting.

Free!Free at last. I was sure the insurgents arrested earlier had something to do with the bombing. Despite my sore asshole and Sule’s warm semen still seeping out of me, I did not relent in my quest to run further. As the prison was sited within the outskirts of the city, it made escaping to the neighbouring villages easier. One thing in my mind was to be as far away as possible. But with no money, I literally had a long hard road to travel.

…And this is how my adventure started.

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IN LOVE WITH AN INSURGENT PT. 2

Two days later, Sule lay lazily on his bunk reading a erotic magazine. He was in his boxers shorts. Most of the inmates were either at the mosque or at the courtyard playing games. I came into the cell and caught him oogling at the magazine while his left hand massaged his massive erection. His pair of bloodshot eyes looked at me briefly and he went back to his magazine.

I was confused on what to do next but I decided to give him privacy despite dying to stay and watch him in his glory.Yes, I was very curious indeed. As I turned to leave, I heard his deep, guttural voice: “Come here”, he commanded briefly.

Meekly, I obeyed. My heart racing as if it would burst my chest.

He sat up and didn’t bother to hide the copious bulge tenting his boxers. Fear, anticipation and anxiety all mixed up and made me sweat profusely. The May weather not helping at all.

I stood in front of him.My heart was racing as though being pursued by an ogre. An alien feeling enveloped me and my armpits sweated. “Sir?” I said meekly “Have you ever fucked before,” he demanded. “No, sir.” “How old are you?” “Nineteen,” I answered. He looked hard at me questioningly. “Nine-Nineteen, sir.”I amended. “Are you a dan-bdaudu ?” (Meaning a fag) “No sir.I had never –“ I stammered. Now my balls were sweating and the room was filled with sheer muskiness. “I saw how you looked at me in the showers the other day. Did you like what you saw?”H demanded. I looked down, trying to avert eyes contact. Suddenly he gripped me by the cuffs and banged me to the wall. He looked like a charged lion about to devour his prey. I was shaking like a leaf. “No – no sir.I am not,” I managed to say.

He dropped me like a bag of potatoes. My heart thudding like it would burst from my chest. Fear,anxiety and anticipation all wracked my senses and I felt my dick hardening. And at such an inauspicious time too! He left me and went back to the innermost side of the cell. He dropped his boxes and stood in magnificent glory. This was a sight to behold. I almost died and went to gay heaven. The man was an Adonis built to conquer and fuck. His powerful thighs were hairy,mucular and huge.His turgid male member was fully erect and oozing precum. That cock could do damage, I thought. It looked angry and monstrous. It throbbed and moved like an agama lizard. The veins around it were visible. The color was dark and the mushroom cap looked like a helmet.The balls hung downwards as he spread his hairy legs. I looked at his face. There was a hint of a smile but well veiled.

My knees suddenly grew weak and my throat went dry. I stood rooted to the spot but felt a magnetic force drawing me to him. Impulsively, I went to him as he motioned me to come with his forefinger.

I knelt before him and waited for my next command. It came. He grabbed my the back of my head and forced it to his erection.He was hot.Instinctively, I opened my mouth but it could hardly fit.He had a sweet musky smell around him.I placed my hands around his thighs as he stood up and forced more of his manflesh into my mouth. My mouth ached but I was shivering with a new kind of fever.I wanted to please him but didn’t know how.

Then I remember how girls licked and sucked cocks in porn and imitated them.He sighed in pleasure and I heard him give a soft laugh.I sucked his big dick as if my life depended on it.The salty precum and my saliva mixed like divine salad. Vey salacious.Very delicious. “Not a fag, eh?” He mocked in a deep small voice. My mouth was too full to answer. I Cupped his big balls that hung like Georgian peaches and he seemed to enjoy it.

He kept pushing that monstrous cock into my mouth until I felt it at the back of my throat. I could hardly breath. I gagged and the more I struggled, the more it seemed to please him. Suddenly his ass cheeks bucked and he dragged my head to his pubis until I felt his coarse pubic hair in my nostrils as his dick release strings of thick hot milky semen deep in my throat. It just filled my mouth to overflowing. It tasted funky but I loved it. I swallowed plenty but some still spilled out of my corner mouth.

Slowly, he withdrew his cock and sat on the bunk, breathing heavily. “Damn that was good. Your mouth is as hot as a virgin pussy. Now you are officially my bitch. I have never fucked a guy before but two years in this joint has been pure hell.I don’t enjoy wanking but that was all one could do. But you are different. Tonight I am going to fuck you until you see red,” He said and meaning every word. “I need to disvirgin this bubble butt of yours!”

He wore his clothes and the outline of his semi-erect cock was outlined on his khaki-pants. How I longed to reach out and touch somebody’s dick. As if reading my thoughts, he smile with a sneer and smacked my ass playfully while I sat on the bunk and looked as his disappearing back.

Needless to say, he left me with an aching hardon and a hunger that only he could assuage tonight. Oh, to hold to that big manly beast on top of me as he plowed home!I could not wait for tonight.

(Next – A sweet revelation! Coming without being touched as I was fucked deliciously

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IN LOVE WITH AN INSURGENT PT. 1

My name is Aliyu. I am twenty years old, from the northern part of Nigeria. My father died when I was only fourteen and in secondary school-leaving a gulf that forever changed my large, polygamous family.Because of our large family, (he had three wives and sixteen children), we owned one of the biggest house in the village of Bama. My mother was the first wife and I was the seventh of her eight kids. Each wife had her own compound within the family house but since out of the sixteen, we were only four boys, we had a room to ourselves. I was the youngest boy, so I was prohibited from my older brothers shenanigans. I found solace in hanging out with my sisters. My father was a very successful farmer.He had big corn fields, cotton and rice farms. But at his death, no one took over the family farms and we were all left to fend for ourselves.

I was the only male from my mother and hated any manual jobs. In fact, I was so effeminate and loved playing with my sisters and her friends while other boys were busy hunting, farming or playing football. I had always loved being in company of females. I dropped out of school because we could not afford to pay school fees after dad's death.I left Maiduguri,our home based and located to Kano where I was involved in all sorts of juvenile delinquencies imaginable. I ran wild with wild peers.

I took my father’s good looks;he was Fulani and my mother Kanuri.I was of average height and not tall like him but I was very good looking.I am not a modest person so it is true.I had pointed nose, soft,fair hairless skin and well rounded bubble butt that even I admired it. I fantacized about wearing my sister Zainab’s make-up but i knew if my mother caught me, I would be scolded me severely.Or even report me to father and he would send me away to the village to go and become and almajiri.That is to go and study Islam under a mallam(teacher) and would become beggars and destitute.

At nineteen I started selling sachet water by the road side making enough to get by.That was when I met Bala.He was from Abuja.We started meeting some guys and discussing about venturing into business. I didn’t know what type of business but I went along.We first started by mugging people at night under the fly-over bridges. One of us would engage an innocent bystander or passerby and another would yank her bag or phone and ran away. Or sometime in a traffic jam, if we spotted expensive phones, we would hit the car from behind and the unsuspecting driver would think it was an accident. Once his attention was diverted, one of us would quickly snatch the phone and vanish into the sea of people during rush hour. It was easy money and I didn’t have to stand in the sun selling water for peanuts. In the evening we woud converge, share our loot and drink beer. While others would patronize prostitute, I kept to myself. As of that time, I was yet to enjoy the joys of sexual activity.

Every day is for the thief, one day for the owner,an adage says.One of our gang members was arrested and tortured for days in the police cell.When he could not bear the torture he named us and we were arrested and sentenced o three years in a prison.

It was in the prison that my new and alien journey started. In my cell, we were four. Sale, Chucks,Ike and myself.Sale was a huge muscular mean looking man in his early thirties serving twenty years for armed robbery.We were only serving for far lesser offences. We got on well and respected Sale as our boss.We had seen him fight men in the prison and knew he was brutal so we appeased him in every way we could. First time we showered, my eyes almost bulged when I saw his nakedness.He was really hairy and his thighs looked like trunks.His chest was like a barrel and when I saw his dick I almost shouted.I had seen men peeing and I have seen porn, but that before me was an elephant cock.It must be up to ten inches and its girth was like my wrist.Huge twin balls hung loosely from the flaccid dick. I was mesmerized. He caught me looking at him and he scowled so I quickly averted my eyes.

I had spent a month in the big house and so far,I wasn’t beaten or molested.Once, Ike slapped my ass and commented that my ass cheeks were soft like a girl’s.He said if I was a girl he would fuck me every day. He was nineteen too but tall and lanky. I asked him if he had fucked before. He laughed and said he had been fucking since he tuned eighteen. He said that their twenty- three year house-girl seduced him and taught him how to fuck and since then he had fucked countless girls non- stop. He then revealed that he fucked the pastor’s daughter and she got pregnant that was why he was in jail. Twice, I caught him wanking in the cell when others were out and he didn’t mind my watching. He had a long slim dick and uncircumcised. It was fascinating and I felt my five inches dick hardening. The second time he asked if I would give him a hand.I ran away and heard him laughing. Ike mysteriously left one day and we later gathered that his father pulled some strings and the boy was pardoned. Chucks fell ill and was vomiting blood. He was taken to the infirmary and a week later he died.He wasn’t a strong boy but what caused his death remained a mystery.Now, it was just Sule and I in the cell for the first time…

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TALES FROM GHANA

I got married recently and my wife and I are carrrer driven so we planned to put starting a family on hold for now. My wife and I attended te same alma mata and we are each other’s alter ego.Except for the fact that I am bisexual. This is a secret I must take too my grave because it is a taboo here in Ghana for a sam- sex sexual relationship. And being from a respected family, I must protect the name of my family.

To some in other climate, they may feel that being in the closet is an act of cowardice. Where I come from, we respect pour culture, religion and traditions. It is not about just a singular me, it is about the society and its dictates. In fact it suites me rather fine. The clandestine sexual encounters with equally closeted gay/bisexuals add spice to the pleasure. Anything forbidden is the sweetest. Otherwise why would Adam and Eve jeopardize an eternity of bliss fro a stupid forbidden fruit? I rest my case. Because of our busy schedule, we employed Sena, a boy form Cotonou to be our houseboy/cook. We normally leave home very early to beat the usual weed day traffic jam and come back around 9pm. By then we are too fagged out to cook. With Sena in the house, our house is usually well kept and a hot, sumptuous meal is always ready by the time we come home. My wife, Maggie usually go straight to bed after dinner. I take my time to leisurely eat, watch the news, have a glass of wine before joining her in bed. Whenever I was horny, she would complain and reluctantly give in to my sexual overtures. Even when she complained of headaches, I knew her g-spot and touching that place would do the trick and transform her from a wifely wifey to a bitch in heat. Our sex life is really at its peak. The early morning sex is my favourite. I like spooning her when we sleep but then I wake up with the early morning wood sticking insistently between her flimsily covered buttocks. Her full breasts and ample buttocks set me off whenever she juggled the tits or wriggle her Kim-Kardashianisque ass. So far, I had not cheated on her with another woman since we married. One lazy Saturday afternoon, we were invited to attend a wedding reception. I drove her there but I didn't like the setting. It was very boring and it did not take off in time. I gave and excuse that I had the runs and must run away. My Maggie, ever the understanding wife, did not press me to stay. I left her with her friends and headed home. When I reached home, the door was opened, the television set was on and Sena was nowhere to be found. I hollered his name but no answer.

Angrily I stormed the boy’s quarters (outhouse) and before opening the door I heard some moaning and grunting sounds coming from his room. I paused a bit and craned my neck to the door. It was an unmistakable sound of sexual activity, I was flabbergasted. This boy always looking innocent albeit in his early twenties, never missing church services I actually thought he was one of the Born Again Christians.

“Fuck me harder! Give it to me Greg. Yeah,” Sena’s voice. “You like it, bitch? You like this big black dick? You love the way am drilling your pussy?” A husky voice demanded. “Yes, yes. Give it to me nigga!”

Surreptitiously, I extricated myself from the scene and went inside the house and brought out a plastic chair and sat on the balcony facing the gate. I was engrossed in reading Ebony from my iPad when the duo finally emerged from the room about an hour later. Sena was shocked to see me but quickly mask his shock wit quick composure.

“Welcome sir. I wasn’t expecting you so soon. I just stepped out to show my friend some materials,” he said quickly. His friend was looking a bit sheepish. Materials, huh? “Don’t bother. I just came in but seeing the door open I knew you were within the vicinity, possibly taking a bath or something,” I said with veiled innuendo. “This is Greg sir. We attended school together. He works with some Lebanese nearby. Greg this is my boss,” he introduced us in a high octave voice. "Nice meeting you Greg. Hope Sena has entertained you well? I asked a bit cheekily, enjoying their discomfiture. “Yes sir. He did. In fact I would mind coming again,” he countered. Touché. If I didn't now better I would have sworn that he was deliberately being mischievous and playing with my sense of humour.

I peered at his expression but it looked all whitey and innocent. The boy was stocky and about 5’5 in height. He had a very dark complexioned skin but with the sweetest smile. His narrow hip accentuated that broad shoulder and I sneaked a peek at his bulge. He obviously packed a sizable cock. I thought I saw it twitched as I looked at that area briefly.

“I was about seeing him off, sir,” Sena said. “Don’t worry Sena, take your time,” I said waving my hand. “Nice meeting you sir. Hope to be of service anytime,” Greg said politely but I felt as if that boy was using double entente on me. Wise-ass. To be of service? That would be the day! “Looking forward to seeing you again Greg. Godspeed,” I replied casually and went back to my iPad.

Momentarily, Sena returned. “Sir would you want something to eat? I had a chicken casserole warming in the oven. It should be done by now,” he said. Yes that would be nice, I said with an ominous smile.

He hurried to the kitchen and I watched his bubble butt wriggling like a girl’s. Since eavesdropping on them, my dick was as hard as a rock. And I must assuage that hunger. Butt how. What about if he rebuffed me? But it was a risk I must take.

I entered the house and locked the door. I met him in the kitchen, washing a plate. “Sir, I will just bring – “he started to say. I was behind him in a jiffy. I held his waist to my hard-on for him to feel. My hands closed on his flaccid dick while I kissed the back of his neck “Sir, I don’t think we should” – he protested weakly, his dick rising to the occasion. “You prefer Greg’s dick to my own?” I teased.

He spun around, his massive erection quite visible. “You knew? But how?” he looked dazed and puzzled. “I saw you two fucking,” I lied. I didn't actually see them but the evidence was apparent Sir, I can explain – he looked pleadingly and his vulnerability made my cock even harder. “Forget it. It will be our little secret just like after I fuck you now,” I said.

I removed his shirt and lowered his trousers, exposing that hungry bubble butt. I unzipped my fly and my nine inches dick sprang out. He gasped audibly at the sight “No, sir. That’s too big. I can’t – “ he said meekly. “Yes you can,” I said authoritatively.

I turned him over and he bent with his hands on the sink. I dipped my hand in his hole. Greg’s sperm had already lubricated him. The prospect of fucking him still retaining another man’s cum inflamed me.

Without much further ado, I plowed home. He gasped and moaned, bucking tight his ass cheeks. The friction caused me great pleasure. It was like fucking a virgin. I started moving in and out and before long, Sena started moaning. “Yesss sir. You are sweet. Give it to me daddy. Yes daddy,” he moaned.

I held on tightly to his waist and banged him with such ferocity that I feared I would do him injury. I didn’t care. With wild abandon, I continue fucking that succulent ass. He came but I went on. After a wild, we stopped and caught our breath. Then I resumed fucking him. Then I heard a car driving into the compound. The fear of being caught was so overwhelming I thrust harder and released jets of cum into his gut. I thrust twice more before withdrawing and zipping myself. I went out through the back door and accosted my wife trying to enter through the front door.

“Darl, I just couldn't bring myself to have fun there knowing that you were under the weather. Has Sena served you something?” she sounded genuinely concerned. Yes, he did serve me something, I thought. “No, I don’t have the petite. Now that you are back, I think I am going to be OK. I missed you,” I said oilily. “Come on Darl. You only left a couple of hours ago,” she responded good- naturedly. “That is to show you that my love for you will never die,” I said gruffly. “Aww, I love you too,” she said.

We hugged and kissed each other passionately. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Sena taking the mob and he winked at me!

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The car wash

Kola use to be one of my father’s workers before he started his hand car wash business. He was also one of my first gay experience (story for another day) and even though he was much older than me and we were no longer fucking, we still remained friends. I usually patronize his service from time to time because i always love Feeding my eyes on the half naked men soaked in sweat and water while they got busy with washing cars.

Kola had hooked me up with one or two of his workers in time past for a shag but recently, I have not fancied any of his workers. I did not fancy them just because they were too young for my taste, but because i could tell their package from their wet shorts. They where all either packing average or below and as a size queen, that is a NO NO.

I hadn’t been to the car wash for a while so one day, I decided to pay Kola a visit. As i drove into the car wash, i blared my car horn in a distinct  rhythm to announce my arrival. Most of his workers (who were familiar with the horn) rushed to my car as they chanted “oga.”

I was quite popular with them because I always tipped them well and buy them  meals from a nearby restaurant.

  Kola was glad to see me and as we exchanged pleasantries, some of his workers playfully struggled with themselves as to who will be responsible for washing my car. As I took a seat observing the environment, I noticed a man whom certainly, I hadn’t seen before.

He looked like he was in his 50s. He was thickly built, very polished dark skinned, tall and handsome. What actually made my eyes widened with excitement was his thick dick print. It was tucked at the corner if his thigh in his red pant which was worn over a loose wet brown cotton short. He was so soaked that his fat dick knob was visible.

I called Kola’s attention to require about this new worker. Kola informed me he was from ivory coast. Apparently, he had left his country for Nigeria with a promise of a job which eventually turned out a scam . He had since not gone back ..perhaps he had nothing to return to.

I asked Kola if he swung our way he told me he wasn’t sure because he barely interacted with other workers. I fancied the man and asked if it were okay I flirted with him. I knew Kola's staff had high regard for him and whenever I flirted with any of them, he always made it seem I was being harmless therefore , making them more responsive and less suspicious towards me.

Kola really wasn’t sure if my flirting was a good idea but he gave me the go ahead. He told me his name was Stefan and he was 48 years old.

I summoned courage, walked up to him and greeted him. But because his response wasn’t encouraging, I backed off. I bought food and drinks for every One at the car wash (as usual) and as they ate and drank, I starred at Stefan hoping we will make eye contact. Call it instinct but I could swear he was watching me from the corner of his eye.

Eventually, my car was washed and I didn’t want to leave without accomplishing anything with Stefan. Giving Kola an eye signal , he Immediately understood I needed his assistance. As he walked me to the car, he called Stefan to come along.

“Stefan meet my oga” he said.

Stefan smiled and extended his hand for a hand shake which I took. He thanked me for the food and as We briefly introduced ourselves,  i couldn't concentrate on what he was saying  no matter how hard I tried.

The dick print was such a huge distraction because it looked too big and I couldn’t remove my eyes from it.

My starring must have been so obvious and embarrassing because  Kola said-   “hhhmmmm......oga this one you dey look dat side so ( referring to Stefans crotch) ; you too like better thing o... No make this man use am wound you o " the humour in his voice was very innocent that it made my stare seem normal. He playfully shoved Stefan and asked him why he had a big dick and wasn't appreciative that I was admiring his dick.

To my surprise, Stefan smirked and said (in good English) “but he’s a man like me and not a woman.”

Before he could complete his statement, Kola rudely asked what has a woman done for him and if It wasn’t a woman who put him in his current situation. Stefan immediately went.

Kola went on and talked about how I; as a man helped him get the land for his car wash when My father was about selling it off.  Truth was that at the time, I was hooked on Kola’s penis and I pulled strings and moved mountains to make sure my father (who really didn’t like Kola at the time) ended up leasing the land to him.

Stefan  listened to him as Kola spoke and I could see a little light of hope in his eyes when Kola told him he could talk and come to me for help.

Turning to me, Kola said-“oga it’s weekend o...any outings for us today? Its been long.” In time past we use to hang out and infact, I was the person who took him to his first night club ever.

We agreed  I'll be coming to pick them up later at night. When I looked at Stefan and told him we needed to talk, he nodded his head. I took a look at his crotch once more, Winked at him, waved good bye and drove off.

Few hours later, I was back at the car wash. Kola was on a pair of jean trousers and a blue stripped shirt and he was with a smartly dressed younger looking guy who I recognised as Lawal. He was Kola's lover as well, worked as the accountant of the carwash. Good body, probably in his mid twenties with eyes that should belong to a wise old man, Lawal was a good catch.

He was exceptionally bright, very grounded and I have known him for over 5years (around the time I met Kola).  I knew for a fact both men were loyal to each other and took their relationship seriously .

Stefan wore a rather too big track suit jacket with a white vest peeking out from the open front zip. With a matching ill fitted baggy jean and a white pair of canvass, Stefan sure looked like he was still stuck on rocking the 80s.

We left oshodi where the carwash is located and headed to the island. We browsed through the club’s and lively streets of Lagos thereafter, having gotten a good fill of the night, partying and alcohol, we decided to wrap it up and head home (My place).

At this time, myself and Stefan had really gotten acquainted. He had disclosed to me about his ordeal and how he couldn't bear the shame of going back to his country. He’d found out he wasn’t the biological father of his two daughters (only children) and his wife was secretly keeping an affair with her ex boyfriend ( who happens to be the true father of the girls). He also had fallen on hard  times and could barely feed his family ; and for that reason, his wife left him for her lover ( who was well to do ).

He later met a Nigerian woman who was visiting ivory coast and she told him of an investment/project she was running  in Nigeria. She had talked him into investing in the so called “business” and made him go borrowing and selling off all that had left. He eventually came to Nigeria and the address the woman gave him was fake and actually a church. He was also robbed of his bag which had his passport thereby making him stranded and penniless. Tears streamed down his cheeks and I felt a deep sense of pity for him. In that moment, my lust for him disappeared. I genuinely wanted to help him.

As I subconsciously placed my hand on his thigh to comfort him, my hand touched his penis which was positioned on his thigh. I quickly removed my hands as i apologised and explained I meant reaching for his thighs. “no problem” was all he said.

I started hearing soft moans coming from the back seat of the car and from the rear mirror , i could make out what seemed like someone giving another a blow job. I looked at Stefan from the corner of my eye wondering if he noticed what was going on but he seemed lost in his misery.

We shortly arrived my house and as we alighted, I noticed Kola’s belt and zipper were undone. His big erection was very conspicuous through his trousers. He and Lawal had a drunken grin on their faces as  Stefan’ looked surprised; already figuring out what was going on between them.

As I unlocked my front door, Lawal threw himself on Kola and gave him a full blown tongue plunging kiss. Kola caught him in his arms and both kissed and staggered into my apartment. Thank goodness my younger brother who occupied the building (he stays at the top floor ) was on a business trip.

Once we got inn, both men collapsed on the sofa (still in each others loving  embrace) as they kissed. As I turned on a soft music on the sound system , Stefan asked to use the toilet and i led him to the rest room in the master bedroom ( my bedroom).

While he did his business, I asked him (through the door) if he cared for another drink and he accepted. Stefan seemed a heavy drinker. Among all of us, he drank the most and seemed the least intoxicated.

Trying not to get turned on from Kola and his lover,  i took my phone and sat down  backing Kola and Lawal (who were now shirtless and devouring each other) just to distract myself. Shortly after, Stefan walked inn and saw the scene of two men making out. His eyes grew wide with surprise. He frantically tapped my shoulder as to call my attention from my phone to the now almost naked men on the sofa.

I smiled and made a hand gesture to say it was okay. In light, we could clearly see Lawal taking Kola’s big dick in his mouth and sucking the life out of it.

Joining me to sit on the floor and nursing a glass of rum and coca cola, Stefan couldn’t take his eyes off the action that was happening right in front of him.

Kola now had Lawal stand over him as he began feasting on His ass hole as if it was some delicacy. I was so hard and I could bet Stefan was too.

Kola asked me to get them lubricant And as I left for the room to fetch it, i heard what sounded like a struggle and  laughter (obviously from Stefan).

Returning to the living room, I noticed that Stefan was without his shirt. Kola had taken it off him and was attempting to take off his trousers as well but Stefan clung fast to them as he laughed hysterically. Lawal now joined in the little ruff and tumble and eventually, stefans jeans was off. 

From the way he held his dick, you could tell he was hard because , a good amount of his dick clearly poked out from the corner of his large hand. We all began laughing at Stefan who now was so shy.

Lawal went for the lubricant and began applying it on his ass. With his second hand,  he gently stroked Kola’s member; lubricating him properly.

Kola hurriedly sat back on the sofa and held up his turgid dick for Lawal who now sat astride him and was gently taking Kola’s nearly 10 inches cock into him. Watching all that dick disappear into Lawal’s bubble butt as he moaned and sobbed could give the pope an instant hard on.

Myself and Stefan stood in awe as the long dick kept appearing and disappearing from the ass. Super horny, I reached for Stefan’s naked chest and began to rub it. I fiddled his nipples and then began sucking on each of them while He gasped softly severally as I did so. I caressed his smooth black skin and when I got to his dick,  I touched a dampness on his boxers. He was already oozing a great deal of precum. 

What was left out of the dick ( he was still grabbing) was a wonder. It was super thick, Very fat and long. So long that even though more than half of it was still under his grip,  his dick stuck out neatly from the left side of his waist. 

I didn’t mind if he was hiding his dick from me..I went beside him and going on my knees, i began sucking his spectacular through his boxers. I made sure I used my saliva to wet his boxers so much that he was bound to feel the wetness of my mouth through the fabric.

He started thrusting his very erect saliva soaked dick which still was under his boxers side ways;To tell you how big he was.

As I made an attempt to undo his shorts, his resistance was weak. Even though he still gripped his shorts, it wasn’t as firm as when I started sucking him.

Seemed Stefan always kept his dick to the side because when I eventually brought out his wood, it still retained the same left position and not a forward attention.

I didn’t bother to come in front of him. Since his dick was bent to his side, I simply remained in my position.

I've always  thought Kola had the biggest dick ( 've ever seen) but what was right in front of me made Kola’s pipe look like an amateur. Stefan’s member was scary. He let go of his hand to reveal the complete package.

WOW!!!!

MEAT OF AFRICA!!!!

Taking his member in my mouth was an outright impossibility but I did what I could to make the impossibility possible.

He held my head and gently began thrusting into my mouth; each thrust deeper than the last. He was gently training my throat to take the most of him and was succeeding at it. I choked a couple of times but my greed didn’t allow me stop for air.

Lawal’s moans and plea for more  was now so loud as Kola was plunging mercilessly into him. The noise of his cock slamming into his ass was like an intoxication to me because I tore off my clothes , grabbed the lubricant, laid on my back , raised my legs so high and began lubricating my ass in the full view of Stefan who starred at what I was doing to my hole with pure hunger as he stroked his giant cock.

From the look on his face It was certain he was determined to punish the boy pussy displayed in front of him.

Spitting on his hand, he slowly sank to one knee. He wasn’t in a hurry. Still stroking his gorilla dick with one hand , he used his other hand to part one of my ass cheek and watched me finger, spank and pulsate my slutty ass hole.

I used my both hands now to part both ass cheeks so wide so that my hole was open and welcoming. Stefan looked like someone who was about to faint. He spat on his hand, Slapped  it on my hole, rubbed  it and roughly thrust a finger into me. He repeated it again but this time, each slap was harder than the last and each finger came with an extra. At a point, he had 4 fingers buried in my ass hole. 

As I attempted to hold his wrist from stopping him from assaulting my over stretched hole, the sinister look he gave me sent chills down my spine. He looked like an evil man capable of a gruesome murder. Nobody told me to behave myself. I began taking deep breaths as I closed my eyes. Thankfully his fingering became more gently. It felt like my ass had lost its elasticity because I wasn’t feeling any pain.

I reached my hands to caress Stefan’s heavy built arms only to realise his whole fist was inside me.

NO WAY!!!!!!!!

My eyes opened with shock as Stefan had a devilish grin on his face. He stuck out his tongue, flickered it like a snake and smiled at me. He was loving every big of it. My was ass was now very opened and extremely moist. As he retracted his moist hand from my hole, he used the same hand to lubricate his dick. Positioning himself properly over me , he drove into me hard while he watched my expression of anguish with satisfaction. Even though I was fisted, my ass wasn’t prepared for the girth and length of his dick. I cried with pain as he occupied me right into my intestines. 

After few gentle thrusts, he kicked off his power thrusting. Stars exploded in my head and I had no choice but to cling to him tightly. The room began  to spin violently and for a moment , i thought there was a thrusting competition going on between Stefan and Kola. It seemed both men were trying not to let their ego and the reputation of their prowess go down the drain as they  tried to out do the other.

I could hear the pitch of Lawal’s voice change to a very high falsetto. He was indeed getting good dick.

On my part, I was in raw agony because i couldn’t endure the fuck anymore. I began to weep and moan. I heard Stefan grunt words that sounded like French as he kept fucking all the content of my stomach.

At a point, I didn’t hear Lawal moans anymore. Just myself and Stefan. Turning my head to the side, I saw both men starring at me with shock, horror, pity and glee. It was obvious Stefan had won the pounding competition and I could see the pride of victory written all over stefans smiling face.

He kept slamming and stabbing my hole with his dick so furiously I began shooting thick creamy shots of cum that landed  on my chest and chin. It seemed my ejaculation was a huge turn on for him because shortly after I came, he began to grunt so loud as he emptied fresh cum juice deep inside my shattered space.

I began to shiver as he kept thrusting and smiling. Standing up ( obviously to show Kola and Lawal what he was packing) Stefan dragged me up to my feet. I could hear Lawal and Kola gasp in shock as they saw his dick. Stefan was a pure monster. Without exaggerating he’s nothing less than 13inches and his girth would be about 6.7 in diameter.

He was too big for reasoning.

As I stood up, my legs quaked violently and he started to laugh. He apologised and to my surprise, he carried me and took me to the bathroom. We both showered first and then Kola and his lover followed.

I slept in the bedroom with Stefan and Kola and Lawal cuddled up on the large sofa.

At dawn, we all relaxed, ate, watched movies and did some home shopping as well as shopping for Stefan who was speechless and full of gratitude. Because he was homeless , Kola pleaded I accommodated him for a while which I gladly honoured.

Because Stefan’s dick is too big, we don’t have sex all the time. He now works with brother in his delivery business and I don’t see him leaving my house or Nigeria anytime soon.

Yes; Am greedy like that.

Written by juicy B.

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