HOW I STARTED

Three years ago, after many years of job hunting, i finally got a job in an IT company  in Lagos.



Work wasn't much fun because most (if not all) of my colleagues where much younger than myself (am in my 40s and my colleagues where in their 20s) . Not like it mattered to me but i was evidently the odd one out. My direct supervisor (who was far younger than me) was a typical BITCH and saw it as sports to use me as an example to display the authority of her position. After all, i was the oldest so who was the perfect target if power needed to be exercised? ME!!!!





I couldn't resign. Not in the state of the country and the everlasting wait i had undergone before i got the job.



I couldn’t get along with anyone. These younglings where rude, spoilt and outright disrespectful.  All i did was stay on my lane, mind my business and do my damn job.




My company had a training as well as a meet and greet party for all our sister branches world wide in south Africa and some staff from my company where selected to attend. Miraculously, i happened to be among the selected few.



Cape town was gorgeous but as usual, i was a lone ranger. During the dinner party, a very tall handsome man seemingly not much older than myself gave a welcome speech and from his speech, i got to know he was once a general supervisor over all the west African branches and now was a director.  His salary no doubt would have been staggering. As he spoke, i looked at him with deep admiration and wished i had his life.





After his speech, I was busy minding my business and drinking my champagne when a deep smooth voice said “excuse me". Turning around, i almost had a heart attack. It was the man who had just given the speech. He offered me a hand shake and i bowed and shook his hands. He seemed clearly embarrassed at my gesture but i didn't care.




“i don't think we have met" he said with a soft smile.


I didn't waste a second to introduce myself.



Sensing my nervousness, he told me to calm down. And all i could do was laugh like an idiot and apologised. He told me he had noticed i was alone all evening and asked if he could keep me company.

I just opened my mouth.... Completely dumb founded.



Was i hearing right????




I told him he was most welcome.



He asked if i would like to take a walk with him and i was relieved at his suggestion. Crowds and noise weren't my thing. If not that my stupid supervisor was around and was watching my team like a hawk, i would have just stayed in my room.





We walked out into the open cold crisp air and sat on a marble slab beside a fountain.  The noise from the busy city could be heard from a distance as the water of the fountain danced to a symphony coming from a hidden speaker somewhere.





He asked me questions about myself including my private life and i answered honestly. He also shared his story with me on how he persevered to get to his position as well as how he survived and gathered the pieces of his life after a bitter divorce. At first i didn't know if it was depression or loneliness that made him give this too much information; but all the same, i listened.





As we spoke, a waiter was carrying bottles of champagne with glasses to the hall of the event and Leslie stopped him and collected a big bottle. How we ended up drinking everything is something am yet to figure out  . At a point, i felt my bladder was about to burst and i wanted to urinate. I excused myself and told him i would be back immediately.


As i walked into a nearby gents and began to urinate, Leslie came beside me, brought out his penis and started to urinate. Instinctively, i looked at his cock but immediately caught myself and looked away when i remembered who he was. He laughed and said "feel free to compare" you are much bigger.



Maybe it was the alcohol that got me because Hearing him say this, made me to look at his penis properly.





To the best of my knowledge, it is not a big deal for guys (straight) to compare their penises so i took it as one of those things.




Leslie was already erect. His dick was long and black like the rest of his body.



“not bad" i said.



"mhen you are big" he complimented as he grabbed my penis while i was still urinating. I just laughed. I didn't find it offensive that he held my penis. On several occassions my friends have grabbed my dick because they where in awe of it. Also, hearing  compliments of my dick was something i was very much used to. I smiled in appreciation and thanked him.







"lets go to my room so we could talk more and i could have  a better look of that big cock". He said with a wink.





Honestly, nothing "gay" came to my mind. Instead, it was breaking ethics i was concerned about.


“was it rude to refuse his invite or were we now actual friends for real?” i thought to myself. I was still contemplating when the lift opened and we where walking through an exotic corridor. Obviously this was a different floor for V.I.Ps.




We got to a door which he unlocked and once we stepped in, my jaw dropped. The room was massive and luxurious. He told me to feel free as he undressed and stepped into the bathroom.




I stripped down to my boxers and was feeling dizzy from the alcohol. We where still talking about work and Leslie was telling me about opportunities he thought i should take in our company.



In the course of our discussion i drifted off to sleep. What woke me up was a sweet sensation i felt on my dick. I opened my eyes to see Leslie sucking me. To be sincere, i had never felt anything thing as sweet as what i felt that day. I enjoyed it so much that i didn't want him to stop. I began to thrust into his mouth deeper and deeper while he fingered my ass hole with a cream whose fragrance smelt so nice. Nobody has ever done such to me before and it felt so good in a weird way.





In a short while, he was over me and we where kissing while his dick was already deep inside my ass.



I don't know if it was the alcohol or lust that took over my senses because i saw myself opening my ass so wide for him to fuck as we kissed like crazy. He was wanking my dick while fucking me as i was fingering his ass hole like mad.



In the heat of the passion, he started grunt and shake and i felt him release his sperm in my hole. He came too quick... just when i was enjoying everything. I held his waist with one hand urging him to keep fucking me while i took over masturbating my dick with the other hand but unfortunately, i couldn't cum despite my dick was so charged that it ached pretty bad.




We kissed for a while and then i had to go to toilet to pass out his sperm. While in the toilet, my dick was still hard and all i could think about was putting it inside a hole.



He had just fucked me, so it was only fair i returned the favour.




I cleaned up and got into the bed room. He was lying face down still naked. His dark hairless and smooth skin seemed to glow in the dim light.




I spanked his bare soft ass and told him to wake up because i wanted my turn.



“how can he fuck me and sleep without me having my own share?”



I grabbed the cream he used on me (which was lying on the bed), rubbed some on my dick and used some to finger his hole.




I was more than happy when he raised his ass up and opened his hole for me to enter. Without wasting time, i began to penetrate him.



My dick cap is big and it must have hurt him because he screamed in pain once it pierced through his hole. He told me to stop but it was too late for that. I held him down and kept pushing deeper and deeper into his tight warm anus. Because he kept protesting, I laid flat on his back, held him tight and gradually, in no time, all my complete 10 inches dick was inside him.



I started fucking vagina since i was 13 years but NEVER in my whole 42 years of living have i felt a hole so sweet, tight, deep and juicy like a man's hole. It felt like the world ended inside his hole. At first, Leslie was grunting in pain but later, he started to moan “fuck me baby....o fuck me”. Hearing another man moaning because of my rod was beyond exciting. I began doing many things (thrust techniques) to hear how his moans changed to the rythm of my thrusting. I don't know how long i fucked him but i was certain i went nothing less than 3 rounds that night (mostly because of the alcohol and the sweetness of his hole).






When i had fucked to my satisfaction, i slept off on his back with my dick buried in his sperm filled hole. The creamy sensation was out of description. I was totally spent and drained of cum and energy.






We both woke up late the next morning and though i  was limping slightly, poor Leslie could barely walk. I laughed and teased him all through the day.  He tried defending himself saying that “ he was not prepared”.





Because he was making excuses and arguing with me, i demanded a re-match and he immediately declined. We was such a weakling.





We had ate and got chauffeured round the city for site seeing. We also went shopping and bought each other things (although his where more expensive)







I spent 3 more days after my supposed day of departure and we fucked twice. Eventually, i came back to Nigeria and in less than a month, i was attending managerial trainings. I visited Leslie in his home in Nairobi and was stunned at his residence. He introduced me his big friends who are into “the stuff" ( man to man action) and it has sort of opened my eyes to a new world.





Leslie loves me too much and i do too. But i don't know how he would feel if i get married to a woman... am even afraid to bring up the topic because he is too emotional.

Maybe i will just have kids and be no woman's husband.




Written by
Ben

MY FIRST SEX WITH A SOLDIER (AT MANGU YOUTH CAMP)

It all started at the gate where soldiers, police and camp officials were searching corps members. I arrived around 12 noon with two female prospective corps members that I got acquainted with on the bus.. The girls and every other returning corps members were allowed to get pass the gate to point where their luggage would be searched with the terminal used for searching except me.
      






         I sensed trouble  when female soldier stopped me just before the terminal and asked me to follow her with my luggage.... She took me to one of the boots at the gate, her first question was if I smoke, I said no she asked me to open my palm which I did, she then asked me to show him my nails and I did as well. She continued and asked me to open the locks of my bag, which I did.. She carefully searched every bit of my bag, my cloth even the pockets. As if not satisfied, she then asked me why my lips is so dark........ Lol that's when I knew what she was looking for. At that point I have reached my boiling point and about loosing my cool, the expression in my face has changed, I didn't mind her uniform anymore. I have decided to keep mute to any more question that will come from her. Then a voice from a car that was driving in said something in Hausa and the female soldier saluted and replied in Hausa. I didn't turn to see who was talking to her, rather I was busy arranging my bag. Then the car drove in, shortly a light skinned average height muscular and unusually handsome soldier emerged and asked me to come with him. All story short, he facilitated my accreditation. Before he left, he took my phone and dialled his number and asked me to call him if I needed anymore help.



After arranging my things in the hostel and made my bed, I commenced with the second segment of accreditation  which was the ICT REGISTRATION.






When I got there I met a multitude of corps members waiting on the queue of ten lines that seems to move once in every 2hours I joined the line and was waiting for my turn that seemed like forever. My problem was not the stagnancy of the line or the hot sun; but what the annoying soldiers were doing with we the “ patient ones” on the queue.






They ordered some of us to sit on the floor , carry our files on our head,  verbal abused us, asked us dance to the rhythm of different tuneless music which they had composed for us........





As if that wasn't enough, they went as far as checking our faces to know those that were frowning or not responding to their bullying. If they noticed you were frowning, they will order you to leave the line and go to the end of it ( no matter how close you are to the ICT unit).








I was asked to go to the back countless times because I refused to "smile while suffering". When I couldn't bear the humiliation anymore, I started sorting for PLAN B which involved bribing one of the camp official to grant me easy pass into the office because that was what most people were doing; but my effort failed . That's when I remembered the last thing #prince charming told me when he dialled his number with my phone.








As i quickly brought out my phone to call him, it turned out i couldn't find his number in my call log anymore. I had changed my sim in attempt to get a stronger network without saving the number. I hated myself for that, not just because I couldn't get him to help  but because I couldn't get to know his intentions. All story short, it took me two day before I could do the ICT registration.

          Fast forward to 5days later when I have lost hope and forgotten about him (Prince charming), then he resurfaced again.






It was Sunday evening , I went to mami market with a new friend I made in camp whom I will refer to as Lekan. We were still scanning the market to know which restaurant to eat from that night, when suddenly, a deep angry voice called  my name from one of the restaurants we had just passed. I  turned to know who was calling....... Lo and behold, it was him. My long lost HELPER.



I exploded in joy when saw him but dared not show any form of emotions. I excused my friend and went to meet him. He was seated with one other soldier and three female corp members. Every one responded to my greetings except him.




“ why haven't you called?” he queried.  I explained the ordeal with my phone  and apologized not saving his number. I also thanked him once again for the help rendered the previous day and he asked me to take seat beside him. He introduced me to the other soldier as his Igbo friend.... Etc.






After eating he paid for the food and drinks both mine and that of Lekans. I got relieved when I found out in the midst of our conversations  that none those girls were with him.






When we were leaving I asked him to call his number for me so that I will save it this time, he refused and rather asked me to call mine so that he will call me instead. That's how we officially exchange contacts.






Next day, as at 10am, In my attempt to dodge SAED lectures, I fell into an AWKWARD MOMENT in the bathroom (which I will still share here in due time)... So when I came out from the bathroom, the soldiers were already chasing people out from the hostel.  As I entered the hostel to dress up, one of the soldiers said he will give me two minutes to dress up and leave the hostel. I didn't respond ''YES SIR'' as we had been instructed to do whenever an instruction or order was been given.








The other soldiers noticed and picked it as an offence. They began cursing and shouting at me. I apologised and remained calm while hoping they would round up and leave so that i could stay back in the hostel;  but NO, this one particular soldier was so mean that he waited  for me to dress up and leave the hostel.







Trying to push my luck, i lazily began to dress up and everything escalated. The soldier told me that he would take me to he guard room because I was being too stubborn. At this point, I began to panic out of fear to the point i started shivering (i was feigning a cold). The soldiers got afraid and asking me if I was sick. They said I shouldn't have taken my bath yet since the weather was still cold.  before they knew it I slumped. one of them suggested carrying me  to the clinic but the hot headed one refused and said I may go to the clinic and twist the story. They concluded I'd be taken to their hostel to quench the cold first and then possibly , resolve whatever health issue. When we got to their hostel, Idris was there in regular (civilian) clothing .







He asked them something in Hausa and they responded. Giving them signal, they took me  to his quarters.



I was laid on his bed and Idris told them he would take it from there. The soldiers left and he (Idris) locked the door behind them.




Determined to finish what I started, i kept on shivering even when the other soldiers had left. The weather also helped because it was quite cold (so no one will assume I was actually faking it). When idris locked the door, my mind flipped, I feared the worst (even if I would have a ruffle with him, I wouldn't want it to be without proper consent ).








I maintained my cool. He carefully undressed me leaving just the small pant I was putting on. Made for his back pack and brought a container which he poured some of its content on his palm. As he rubbed his palm together, i got turned onn.




Because my erection was creating am obvious bulge on my pants, I forced my mind to think of other things order than sex to avoid embarrassment.  He came to where I was lying and started massaging the whole of my body concentrating mostly on my hands, palm, legs and ribs with the ointment which I suspected to be either olive or coconut oil.







He had great massage skills and it was so good that i forced myself not to moan.






When he was satisfied with the temperature of my palm  and feet he stopped. ( By then, I had stopped shivering).






He dressed me up in his trouser and sweater because the only clothing i had (which they brought me with)  was my white vest and short.





He covered me with his blanket and  unlocked the door. He came sat beside me, took my hand and called my name while squeezing my hand. I answered inwardly and opened my eyes tiredly, my eyes locked with his and he asked what happened?... I closed my eyes  not  long I slept off.







When i eventually woke up, Idris and i ate and talked for a while. In the course of our discussion, i concluded that Idris is just being a nice fellow.. not necessarily because he fancied me.  Besides, he had every opportunity to do/try whatever he wanted but he didn't; even though I had spent the whole day with him.




He asked me to pass the night in his  quarters and i did.




Absolutely nothing happened.




Then came another fateful evening during movie night (a social activity which was held in a multipurpose hall any night  we didn't have night programme/event).





For some reasons, Idris is not always on camp.  I did ask him; but he told me he sleeps in the camp mostly on Sundays and Mondays .






It happened that he called me that evening to inform me that he was in the camp and i should come to his quarter which was unusual...  Aside the day I faked being sick, we only meet at the Mammy market. So I didn't give it much of a thought.








When i told him that the soldiers wouldn't allow me to pass their stations, he asked me where I was so he could come get me from there. I told him i was in the multipurpose hall and he asked me to come wait for him at the pavilion ( so that he could locate me easily). I told Lekan where i was going to and said good bye.





Idris came to pick me up and we drove to his quarters. Once we settled,  We started discussing. At a point, he asked me how many girls I “have gotten”, I told him none. He asked me why and I told him that there is no need since we may end up not posted in the same local government area and moreover there was no privacy in the camp so having a girlfriend was of no use.








When he asked me how I manage the cold weather, I told him I have my sweaters and blanket... He asked if I hadn't had sex with anyone yet.... I laughed and answered





"as if its possible in this regimented environment "




Him: you can't be serious..


Me: how is it  possible?




Him: well it is.... But can you if you have opportunity?





Me: I may; in a right state of mind.



Him: can you try new things on bed?




Me: (already knowing where our conversation was heading to) yea....  that is if the new thing turns me on.





Him: (laughing)... Bad boy.

He paused for a while as he Breathed heavily. I need your help with something.... And please don't say no. He continued





Me: i will not,.... I promise.






He got up from the mattress, locked the door and motioned me to stand and I did.




He hugged me so tight... I felt his solid bulge on me. At this point, I couldn't fight  my hard on... So I relaxed and returned the hug. I held him so tight as well. I believed my response and my bulge he felt gave him the impression that the so called "new thing" turned me on.








Our lips met...first; in a slow and passionate rythm which led to a fiery tango. Our hands explored each others body and as if our clothes where a hindrance, we quickly took off our shirts. The warmth of chests felt so thrilling that i couldn't resist licking them as well as his firm nipples. He reciprocated immediately i had tongue served him. Having his wet tongue lick my body and suck my nipples made me moan in ecstacy.






He lifted my feet off the ground and carried against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist while we continued to explore our mouths.




After some minutes of passion, he carried me and carefully placed me on the bed.... Clothes and belts tearing off...






Within seconds, we were both naked...I grabbed his dick!




His cock was so very big. It was thick and long and slightly curved. I sucked and tried to dip throat it but it was choking me and no matter how hard i tried, my mouth could only go further few inch past the cap.





But nevertheless, i did my best by taking as much cock as the capacity of my mouth could while using my saliva and both hands to massage and stroke the rest of his long and fat veiny shaft my mouth couldn't take.





He moaned as he thrust into my hands and my mouth. After a while, he took over. He took me in his mouth and sucked me so well. He went for my balls and then my ass hole. Every part of me was exploding like a bomb.





Finally , he went to his backpack and brought the same oil he use to massage me earlier and a pack of Condom. He opened one sachet and handed it to me to wear on his elephant cock.  I told him it wasn't necessary since I wont be able to receive him .






Without any argument , he wore the condom over my pole, applied the oil (coconut oil) ,on my dick and  Laid face down.





Seeing his broad muscular back and firm hairy bubble butt made my head dance. I wasted no time to part his cheeks and bury my face in it. I ate his ass like it was a ripe sweet mango until i had my fill.
I tôok some of the oil, rubbed it all over his ass and then made  for his hole..... Fingering him first with one finger, then  two. As i tried to insert the third finger, he flinched and I stopped.






After i applied more oil to my dick and in his ass hole, i gradually began to insert my dick into his man-vagina. I rocked Back and fort slowly  and patiently until i was completely buried inside him. He felt so tight and sweet.






I banged few more times and he signalled me to  stop. Turning around, he laid on his back and raised his hairy muscular legs up. I aimed my 8.9 inches dick at his hole and slîd back into him. He gasped and grabbed me while moaning and begging to be fucked. I fucked his ass to the best of my ability while wanking his very big dick with both hands (which it required).







  It didnt take loñg when he jolted up and crashed back on the bed several times as he started shooting his cum. His moan and the force at which he tightened his ass on my dick as his sperm shot out like rockets, took me  to a shattering climax. 







After we kissed and caught our breath, i dressed up and left for my hostel. Before I got to the Hall, my phone beeped to an incoming message. I checked the message and it read "THANKS BRO".




With a smile, i responded – “with all pleasure.”





Written by
V. Chuks

MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND

Noble use to be my dad's best friend. He was an uptight; no smiling man with too much going on in his life. He constantly was running into money problems, had 2 failed marriages due to wife battery and was always running into problems with the  law. He also was an atheist who abhorred religion with a passion and how my super religious father had had him as a friend is something i still wonder till this day.



anytime my parents are away either for a religious convention or trip, they saw it as a necessity for Noble to be around ( the house). For some odd reasons, my parents believed the house was in no safer than with strict cold faced Noble.



All my siblings hated him because he was mean and strict with them but funny enough, myself and Noble got along pretty well. I think it was because we had a lot of similar personalities (i used to be very strong headed, a rascal and free spirited). Perhaps Noble saw a lot of himself in me thus the fondness.



Anytime he was around (while my parents where away),  i was always found in his company. I slept in his room, follow him to the bathroom while he takes a shit or shower (loved looking at his fat pole) and also, would eat together in the same plate( with him).




Whenever he takes his shower, i will try to touch his rod but he will laugh and stop me; (although he usually let me touch it if i insist or pressure him).




  Noble loved to wank. He had absolutely  no qualms doing it in front of me as he will narrate past sexual escapades while stroking his very big cock. He usually see's wanking as a common thing men do to stop themselves from spending money on women.


As time went on, i had become a young adult ( i was about 17-18) and my hormones where fully active. I had already started to wank ( thanks to dear Noble) and my love for penis and men had grown solid.




So it happened that my parents where away and as usual, Noble was home. As expected , i was in his company. At the time, i had already started smoking weed(which he loved as well). My disturbance to touch his dick didn't change at all..infact it increased. Anytime i pressured him to allow me play with his cock, he will tell me to bring one of my class girls for him to fuck because it's been so long he fucked.



On several occasions at night, i will suck his dick to full erection but he would always wake up, laugh, tell me to find a woman and sleep facing down; denying me access.






One late night, he had a strong craving for weed and begged me to buy him some because he didn't have money (as usual) and didn't know where to buy it from in the neighbourhood. I told him i would only do it if he allowed me play with his cock.




“just that?” he asked bewildered.



“why do you love my dick so much?” he wondered.



“ its very big nau" i teased.



“go and fuck a pussy and on your way back, bring my weed" he jeered.


“and i will play with it however i want?” i asked.




“na suck you want suck abi fuck you want fuck  my prick? I no understand you oh....go buy the weed jor” he joked as he dismissed me.





I left the house and shortly after, returned with a good amount of weed. Noble was joyous. As he took the weed from me and began rolling a blunt, i didn't hesitate to reach for his man meat.



“you funny i swear” he said as i worked up his dick to an erection. Once his fuck pole became fully stiff, i undid the knot of his pants and wrapped my mouth around it. He silently gasped once the warmth of my mouth engulfed his big cock.




He began thrusting slowly as he kept smoking. When i took his balls in my mouth and gaggled it, he parted his legs more and exhaled slowly. He was loving it No doubt.




“e don do....stop” he choked. But i kept sucking and stroking his heavy pole.




“stop...please stop...or i will release” he gasped as he uncontrollably thrust his thick long prick deeper into my throat.



“give me your juice....i want your juice daddy..” i managed to say as my mouth was stuffed with a heavy Nigerian black penis.




“you sure?....i go pour am for your mouth o.....aaaaahhh" he moaned as he began fucking my throat while holding my head with both hands in a steady position as he clasped the blunt with his blackened lips. I opened my mouth wider to ensure his cock went deeper into my oral cavity.





“e don dey come....e don dey come....” he moaned as he jerked violently while releasing thick salty creamy sperm into my mouth; with his waist pressing his dick firmly into it.



When his jerking subsided, he gently removed his semi flaccid cock from my throat.




“bad son of a good father” he teased as he playfully knocked my head.

Shortly afterwards, he was fast asleep and was snoring....but i was still horny. I crawled into bed and started feeling his fleshy flaccid cock.



“this man you no dey tire ?” he grumbled lazily ; but to my delight, he didn't turn on his stomach like he usually does. He simply laid on his back and allowed me do all i wanted. He came in my mouth the second time that night.




(Almost) everyday since that day, Noble fucked and came in my mouth until my parents returned from their trip and he left for his base, i got into boarding school and finally university. I didn't see Noble for many years. News was that he had left the country.






In my 3rd year, i travelled home for the holidays and as i was just settling inn, my mother  informed me that uncle noble was around and i should go and greet him. I was so excited that i abandoned all i was doing and ran to the guest quarters. As i screamed his name while ramming the door, he screamed my name excitedly in response and answered the door. We flew into each others arms so strongly that we crashed on the floor. When we had calmed down, we got talking. He told me he had been deported and apologized for the sudden disappearance as because, the opportunity came unexpectedly and he took it.




Noble looked so much better and had added weight as well as muscles. He seemed to have aged backwards and i couldn't help but stare at him as he narrated his journey in the western world. My mum interrupted our discussion by calling me so i excused myself to answer her.  My dad later went out with Noble and they spent almost the entire night out.



The next day, when my parents left for work. I showered, douched, perfumed and went to see him. He got us drinks and i provided the smoke. As we smoked and drank, i started flirting with him. I asked him if his cock was now bigger just like his new body and laughed asking me why i was still obsessed with his penis.  




I ignored him and made my way to the sofa where he sat. As i made for his cock, he playfully pushed me away saying that he thought i had changed. As usual, i pressured him and typical of him, he succumbed. His cock was already fully erect and i knew he was horny for my pleasure. I released his dick from his shorts and began sucking him so good. He moaned and fucked my throat so well but after a while, he pushed me away and put his cock back into his pants.





“i don't want mouth jor......i need a hole......find me one. It's been so long i put my cock in a nice warm pussy" he said.




I stood up and began undressing.



“what are you doing?” he asked looking surprised.




I didn't reply him. I simply searched my pocket for the lubricant, tossed it to his side and sat astride him. He tried pushing me away and we got into a struggle.




“get the fuck away from me mhen....stop!!!!!” he protested while laughing as i tickled him while we struggled. I tried kissing him and he was begging me to stop. After a real power struggle (man was strong),  he begged me to hold on so that he could take off his shirt ( i was almost on the verge of tearing off his clothes). Now topless, he still held my both hands so firm to stop me from touching him but he couldn't stop my head. I licked his neck and went for his nipples. It was an awkward position for me but i needed to persevere if i Wanted him to fuck me. Just as i expected, he eventually gave up the struggle and let me do whatever I wanted.




I took my time to tongue and suck every inch of his body including his big nipples, toes and fingers which i sucked as well as i sucked his cock. Everything on his body was so big. His dick kept pulsating as pre-cum oozed in abundance from his heavy penis.  I used his precum to lube his dick and adding some lube in my hole, i took off his shorts, squatted on the sofa with my feet planted beside his thick thighs, i gently began to take his humongous pole into my opening. I took his face in my  hands and began kissing him. He sealed his lips to stop my tongue from going into his mouth but i didn't care. When i managed to get just the knob of his dick inside me, i began loosing faith because i felt i couldn't go on. The pain was wrecking and it was just the head of his dick that i managed to get inside me not even quarter or the entire length. He noticed i had started getting faint hearted and a bit withdrawn.



“what's up?” he asked as his hands caressed my back. He must have thought reciprocating affectionately would encourage me.




“it's too big" i whispered.




“But you put it inside yourself" he replied huskily as he began to slowy inch the rest of his dick inside me while his palms gently caressed my bum.



“see how your ass is soft.....” he teased (still inching deeper into me) .



“fuck!!!!” i gasped as i felt a sharp pain.




More than a quarter of his penis was inside me and i was fully stretched. I think i must have started creaming because i felt slippery and seemed i could slide all the way down on him.




I began to gasp in fright as i became nervous that i might have an injury.

“stop pushing it inside...” i whimpered in plea as my entire nerves trembled.


“but  am almost completely inside nau" he pleaded.



I could swear from the look in his eyes that having his cock inside my nice wet tight ass hole felt so good to him that if i decided to stop and take off his cock, it would be pure torture.




Because i was in pain, i thought of the perfect excuse to use. I knew he had always refused kissing me so i pretended to want to kiss him with the hope that if he refused, i will quit. But to my disappointment, he grabbed my face and planted a wet deep kiss on my lips as he drove inn the rest of his inches into my sore over stretched ass hole.


Suddenly i forgot all my cares and fears and rode his fuck machine like a professional.



At some point, it became a competition between us in who was the best fucker  He slammed into me and i bounced back in full forced retaliation. We where moaning, grunting, kissing and sweating uncontrollably Like crazy. I couldn't control myself as i shot a heavy load of cum on his chest without even touching my dick.




Seeing i had cum, he smiled and whispered huskily – “yeahhhh..... that is what am talking about”



Putting his arms under my knees, he lifted me up with his pole still neatly fitted into my hole. He began bouncing me on his heavy cock as i clung on his neck...kissing him like it was my only escape from excruciating agony (as i had already cum) He carried me in that position (while still mercilessly thrusting into my hole) to the bed room. Laying me on my back and spreading my legs so far apart in a full split (thanks to my flexibility) , he began pounding my hole with his pestle so hard that all i could do was gasp because i lacked strength to moan.



I shot another load of sperm.



Noble’s eyes where full of sweet passion as he fucked me with his tongue out (which made spit droll out) and eyes almost completely rolled up in his head while sweating profusely. It looked like he was in a trance or a spell. Evidently, this was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.




I could feel his dick re-arranging the entire content of my stomach when he began to grunt deeply and grit his teeth so hard that all the veins in his temple protruded visibly. He shivered so violently and gave a loud cry as he gave a final thrust which he held on for a while. He was depositing his milk into me and was making sure i had all of it.





“you want to kill me" he panted as he collapsed on me...crushing me with his heavy weight. Our lips met and we kissed. He thrusted few times in my hole until his cock went soft.




“mhen.....you got the best pussy there” he said as he managed to get off me. As he stretched and arched his back, he whimpered a bit. He told me he's been having back pains for a while.




I volunteered to massage him and he told me i would do so after we showered. While we showered, he told me of his ordeals abroad as well as his plans to leave the country.





When we where done, he laid on the bed and i massaged his massive back. In no time he slept off and did same (lying on his back).... we were both knackered from the sex.






For the 2 months Noble was in  our house, we fucked every single day. Sometimes as much as 3 rounds. He had become a sex addict and being a person with a high appetite for sex (and big dick) i welcomed him.





Noble and my father had a fall out over money he (Noble) lent my mother and things became sour between them. He finally has left for Canada and we still keep in touch (as well as do video calls where we wank ).


I am rounding up my education and would do my masters in Canada (which Noble will be sponsoring). As long as my parents are not aware of our affair, am sure everybody will be happy.





Written by
Manny J.

NASTY NEDU

Nedu ( Chinedu in full ) is my elder brothers friend who I have been crushing on for heaven knows how long ( I would say since my early teens).


We weren't particularly close due to age difference but nevertheless, i took every opportunity to show him care and support anytime he needed one even though he must have assumed my kindness was born out of simple friendship.





My elder brother ( who is heterosexual and a hard core womanizer)  has a clique of 5 friends; and Chinedu was the most outstanding of them all.  From the swag in his walk, his sense of style (clothes) , body build, looks, charm.... everything about him oozed sex appeal. Physically and mentally, he was/ is all I desired in my ideal man. How he was able to balance intellect and sexiness was something I strongly admired about him.


But above all these qualities I mentioned, Chinedu is a very naughty and freaky dude. He was unapologetically raw. I didn't know the magnitude of his freakiness until I stalked him to his twitter account. I almost fainted when I saw loads of his half naked photos and video clips (which I didn't hesitate to save) flexing his muscles and huge egg plant.






                              OMG!!!.....OMG!!!!!...... OMG!!!!....... O M G !!!!!!






I couldn't help but wank to the gorgeous site of his sexy body and huge cock. He didn't have much followers and I was surprised that cock hungry gay men hadn't spotted his account (perhaps because his account was still relatively few months old). He followed a lot of heterosexual porn actresses and football oriented accounts. I also noticed that neither my brother nor other of his friends followed this particular account which he used to overly express himself.




One thing about me is that I am only known as the “quiet Christian, nerdy book worm boy” who couldn't hurt an ant. I wear reading glasses which gives me a geeky look and naturally,  am reserved. But there was something no one (immediate family I suppose) knew about me. I was a freak. I loved big dicks and sex (perhaps because I hadn't gotten it at the time). My first sexual encounter was in my 2nd year in university and it was just oral sex. SInce then, I have nurtured who I am and what I do diligently by watching movies and reading books.



I saw a lot of me in Chinedu; although, the only difference was that I held back a lot  and showed absolutely no trace of my true self to anyone (unlike him that had a gang and social media outlet).




for many months I dreamt, prayed and wished I could get through to Chinedu but I knew it would be all to no avail if I sat and wished without making a move. So, gathering all the courage I had, i decided to open a cat fish twitter account.




I followed him but he didn't follow back.  I “liked all” his videos and photos but still; no response from. I began following threads and people he followed just to catch a glimpse of his world.





from his tweets, I could see the comments he made on a porn actress's thread he was following. She (porn actress) had uploaded a photo with chynoblac (a black gay porn actor) alongside another photo of a well rounded bum with the ass hole looking all inviting and ready for fucking. In the comment, she praised chino blac for having such an amazing ass women dream and pay for.



Many people express their disgust and some; their admiration. Among those who showed admiration was Chinedu. He said ( I quote) - "am not gay but that ass looks like it could make my cock bust a good nut".



I remembered how I jolted right up to a sitting position on my bed when I read his comment. I had an ass just like the one in the photo and a hole just the same (if not better). I immediately tagged him to  my comment as I boasted about having a more juicer ass than chyno. To my delight, he responded ( on the thread) asking me to prove it. I told him to check his DM and that was how I got his attention.



I sent few photos of my luscious bouncy bum in different angles and he was captivated.  Before I knew it, we had began talking...he began asking me questions such as- if I enjoyed getting fucked and could suck a cock. At first I wanted to lie but being the honest person I am, I told him the truth; I hadn't been fucked  yet except few blow jobs.






Hearing I have sucked a few cocks, he started asked me how it felt, if I sucked well, if I let the guys cum in my mouth etc. In return, i asked him questions about his sex life and he answered; though they where all hetero oriented. He told me he loved sex and was curious. Our communication flowed naturally. We ended up digressing to other topics outside of sex and we found each other very compatible. He wasn't pushy about exploring his curiousity with me and neither was I.






He dropped his Facebook account name and requested mine. I lied and told him I have deactivated my account due to personal reasons. He didn't question further. He went on to say he wanted to hear what I sounded like so, I sent him one of my numbers (I knew he didn't have and wasn't linked to any online/ social media) for us to talk.




That night, he called me and we talked for a very long time. He said he liked how I sounded and admired my sound mindedness along side my big ass. One discussion led to another and we began having phone sex. I asked him if he could lick an ass hole and he said he could try. He mentioned his ex girlfriend (who I knew very well and was pretty) had a smelly vagina and he couldn't really lick her pussy the way he wanted. I asked him the reason of the break up and he told me the truth ( which I also knew). He asked me if I wanted him to cum in my mouth and give him wicked styles etc. And i told him i will use him for the practicals of my extensive study.






In the course of discussion, he revealed to me his fetish for seeing G-strings on big boottys. I immediately took that as a hint and within few days, I had purchased a good set of sexy G-strings and 2 lingerie (which cost me most of my savings).








I was so blown away that a man like Chinedu existed in Nigeria. He was quite open about himself and was non judgmental about people of a different sexuality from his. Perhaps because he was curious.






I sent him a photo of my new G-string collection and he went ballistic. He told me he couldn't wait to see me put them onn and stuff. later that day, I sent him pictures of me wearing them and clearly, he couldn't control himself. He asked me to take a photo of me parting the string to reveal my hole and I did as he requested. I asked him if he was hard and he said "VERY". I requested a pix of his dick. At first he hesitated but later did. His cock was just right. BIG and LONG!!!!!. He began to tease me saying he doubted i lacked the bravery to sit on it and take it all inside of me. In response, i told him to dare me. Knowing I usually finger fuck myself a lot ( i have sent him many videos of that ), he said a finger and a dick are not the same and we both laughed.






After many weeks of exchanging nude photos and sex chats, his pressure for seeing me intensified. I had initially played the "insecure about my looks and sexuality" card and being the gentleman he is, he empathized, encouraged and sent me motivational online links. He didn't pressure me. He allowed me take my time. We had began talking every day to a point it became almost obsessive. On this day, he told me he couldn't continue with the faceless messages and sex chats. He wanted to see me...... he wanted to fuck me.... he had made up his mind to try sex with me.





Before he made up his mind for us to have sex, I had earlier told him he wasn't ready; because for him, it was just an experiment but for me, it was more than that. I had told him I had grown to like him so much for so long and I was afraid of loosing him alongside our friendship over few minutes of pleasure. Anytime i tell him this, he would argue that it wasn't entirely true.  He will explain that even though he was curious, he wasn't all about the sex and could decide not to get intimate with me if he wanted to. For him, it was finding a friendship he enjoyed and wanted to keep.






Eventually, when  i told him i was actually someone he knew, he became apprehensive and asked me to disclose my identity. I told him i would only do it if he made a promise not to freak out, tell on me or change. At first,  he said he couldn't promise me that; but when i reminded him i knew him all these while and hadn't told or showed a soul our private videos and chats, he finally gave his word.




I finally sent him my photo (facial) and he for a moment , he was silent.





Now; he knew who i was.







I begged him to say something because his silence was disturbing and making me panic. I tried calling him and he didn't take my calls. I sent him messages...he read but no response. 




After a several hours, he replied – “though am a bit sceptical, i will remain a man of my words...we still good and am still game. Good night"




From that day on, it seemed our communication started from the scratch and we had to re-build it on a new page. Chinedu deleted his profile and i followed suit. Surprisingly, he noticed and asked me “why”. I told him there was no point cos it had achieved Its purpose.



Several days later on a rainy Sunday afternoon, i was home in my room and Chinedu was visiting. As usual, he was in my brothers room. We were chatting naughty on WhatsApp and i was teasing him by sending him raw videos and photos of my big juicy ass clad in G-strings. He kept urging me to stop because my brother was asking which chick he was engrossed with and why he sat awkwardly (he was trying to hide his steel erection). He expressed his dismay of being under the same roof with me and not being able to do anything.





As if God was on our side, my dad called home and asked my brother to take a car, pick up my mum from her meeting, bring her to church (where he was) and take both of them to an event. It was a long journey and My brother was clearly upset; but he had no choice. Chinedu used the excuse of the rain to stay back and without thinking twice or suspecting anything, my brother left.




Now having the entire house (asides the house stewards) to ourselves, i didn't hesitate to put on some perfume and my lingerie.





“where is your ass?”
His text message read.



Before i could reply – “am in my room", i heard a light knock on my door.


He didn't wait for a reply. He just stepped right inn. Chinedu was clearly loving the sight of me in my lingerie. He clearly was trying to comport himself as he exhaled loudly while looking all around the room.


“nice sense of taste you got here he commended.



“you mean my lingerie?” i teased.



“you just silly. I mean your interior" he chuckled.




I sat in a side-saddle position so that he could have a nice view of my big chocolate cake while fiddling with the string that ran through my crack.



I visibly saw his cock stir in his pants.




“what are you trying to do?” he asked with a lustful smirk on his face.




“am trying to get this cakes devoured" i said seductively as i licked my lips.



Never in my life have i ever imagined myself being sexually bold and having a gorgeous sweet man as Chinedu droll over me.




Looking into my eyes with an intense eagle gaze, he slowly took off his shirt. Revealing his broad muscled chest and sturdy 6 pacs, he still stood at the end of the bed; his dick was clearly rock hard in his trousers.




“come to daddy" he said inaudibly with a tone of unquestionable command.



If there is anything like “horny possession” , that was exactly what took over me. I cat crawled on the bed to him and felt his metal tool. He made it throb few times in my hands as he said – “take it out" with such immense sexual command.



I felt like a sophisticated whore hearing him talk to me like i was his slave. I licked the huge print through his trousers... bit it gently....massaged it slowly.





“fuck!!!!” he gasped as i teased his dick print.




I began to slowly unbuckle his belt while we both maintained eye contact. From the way he looked at me, i was sure he was hungry and was ready to devour me.



After a bit of struggle, u managed to free his beast from its cave. I “wowed" with joy and i could see pride written in gold in his eyes and shinning like a crest on his swelled up chest.



A huge drop of precum hung threating-ly on his prick hole and without wasting time, i licked it off alongside the light pink dick head (which i took my time to tongue tease). As i sucked his dick, he began complimenting my skill as he ran his fingers through my curly afro hair, down my naked back and then gently, grabbing one fleshy cheek of my bum.


“spank it daddy....spank it real good" i pleaded.




With a “yeah baby", his hands came crashing down mercilessly on my tender skin repeatedly. It stung sharply but i didn't care; i was busy forcing as much meat down my throat as i could accommodate. 




I asked him if he liked my big soft ass and he said – “big time".


“i want you to eat me up" i cooed.



“if its clean” he replied.


I had already used the gents, showered, oiled and perfumed few moments just before my brother left the house so i was no doubt squeaky clean.



“it's all clean daddy” i moaned.




“let me see" he replied. I turned around, laid on my stomach and arched my big bubble butt up. I could hear him mutter “holy fuck!!!!”



I felt his both hands grab each ass cheeks firmly and parting them so wide apart until it began to hurt. I felt the tip of his tongue tickle my hole followed by a long wet kiss. Chinedu didn't rim my ass hole...he kissed it as if it were a mouth. I felt his tongue swirl and dance all over my love hole as his lips massaged it along side. I was completely thrown out of planet earths orbit.



“you want daddy to fuck you baby?” he asked while still feasting on my hole.




“yes....daddy...oh yes daddy" i gasped uncontrollably.




“That's my baby”.




I passed him the lube and he lubricated his very big dick. As i lubed my saliva moistened ass hole, i couldn't help but notice how very soft and open the hole was. Chinedu has eaten me open.



Just as i read in my research, i relaxed and took deep breaths as he began to plunge into me. The hurt wasn't easy but i managed brace up well. Eventually, his groins where pressed firmly on my cheeks. He was now inside me. Gently stretching himself and putting his body weight on my back, he whispered – “how does it feel?”





“perfect so perfect” i replied.




“good. That is why your pussy is mine” he moaned and began to thrust.



Chinedu was a real talker and i loved it. He loved me telling him how good and sweet his cock is ; just as much as i enjoyed hearing him telling me how juicy and tasty my hole was. He fucked me like he owned all of me.



“come and ride daddy” he said as he unplugged his fat long pole from my wet cunt.



Lying on his back with his massive iron  dick shinning from ass juice ( and lube) in full presidential salute, he waited for me mount him as he relaxed with his hand under his head which made his muscles very detailed as well as the “V" of his waist.


This is nothing but a dream come true.





I got on top of him and guided his limousine into my waiting garage. As i was slowly trying to accommodate and not die from the penetration of his heavy pole, Chinedu thrusted his cock inside my hole (though not roughly) and it hurt like crazy. I screamed and made an attempt to get off his dick but immediately, he sat up as his strong hands caught me immediately.




“shhhhh....its alright baby....shhhhhhh....Don't run from daddy....” he said as he stroked my hair and gently lowered my head for our face to meet. The way we kissed felt as if it was my first time. It is beyond what words can explain. I felt his hands run all over my body as i also felt the details of his back and shoulder muscles. Just when i thought i was in heaven embracing his muscle body and kissing him, fresh hot fire shot into my brain from my ass as he thrust into me again; though forcefully this time.



I wanted to scream in agony but he covered my mouth with deep kisses. He did it again. And again. And again. I felt i was going to die.



“damn you sweet baby...” he moaned as he fucked.




“You have to let daddy fuck you a minimum of 4 times a week baby. Ok?” he asked as he kept smashing and shattering my ass hole with his power fuck.


If fucking me a minimum of 4 times a week was going to kill me, then certainly i had to accept the fate.



He squeezed my man boobs and sucked on each of them in the same manner he did my ass hole. My ass was on fire yet my body was receiving extra ordinary pleasure. I found myself returning his thrust and matching up it's vigour.



“That's my baby” he smiled as he reclined back to his former position while watching me bounce, hump and ride his pole with utmost impunity.





After a while, he sat back up, kissed me like heaven and came ontop of me (his cock never leaving my hole).



When he was ontop of me, Chinedu didn't smile or talk like before. He looked into my eyes so seriously as he accelerated his merciless pounding which was making me moan n whimper. He just watched me react from his fucking as if He was studying something.




I grabbed his shoulders for dear life and after what seemed like eternity, he moaned



“gonna come in that pretty mouth of yours baby" he wasn't asking. He was telling me what he was going to do. Being the cum loving person i am, i gladly accepted and his smile returned. He continued thrusting a little while when suddenly, he moaned loudly-



“OOOOHHHH FUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!!

Quickly withdrawing his dick from my hole, he hurriedly guided my head to it and as i sucked him, i felt him melt all his goodness in my mouth.




Took us almost 10 minutes to catch our breath and get back our senses. I was so exhausted.




“damn.....honestly you are something else.... i don't think i have fucked like this in my whole life" he confessed.

“you want me to turn gay right?” he jeered. And we both laughed.


Eventually the rain subsided and he had to leave for his place.



For the next few days, my hole did hurt like crazy and Chinedu called constantly to check on me to see how i was recovering (most times asking me for photos of my ass hole as to monitor).

We have fucked few times before i went back to school and Chinedu has visited me on numerous occassions. He buys me G-strings (likes to fuck me while I wear them) and does the little (support) he can render.




The only problem is that Chinedu doesn't want to meet my close friends (gay) who are part of my life  and also, he finds it impossible to identify himself as a gay man. Recently, he told me my brother as well as his family members are saying he has changed; over what, he doesn't know.




Also, he sort of blames me for not being able to get a girl friend and if i ever tell him he is free to go ahead and get one, he will get so mad with me and threaten to stop talking to me.



Am just taking each day as it comes with him. I really do love him but how long this hide and seek game with him is going to last without my brother finding out is only a matter of time.







Written by
Nwachi T.

THE OKADA (COMMERICAL MOTOR CYCLE) DRIVER

a friend recommended this blog to me and I must say, the stories are lit.

I read a story about the taxi man and for a fact, I know the story is true because I have had a similar experience which am about to share.




Some years ago, I took a motor cycle transport. I had first spotted the bike man as he drove towards me. He was decently dressed and had a good physique.

one thing with me is that am very particular with everything. If am taking any public transport, I always ensure that the vehicle (or motorcycle) as well as its driver is decent and presentable at least. Facing the nightmare of dirt and smell is something I cant endure.

As I flagged him down, a lady who stood few feet away from me, did same. Instead of stopping for me (who stopped him first) , he stopped for the lady. It seemed the bargain didn't go well because as he drove off, the lady was swearing with her both palms stretched wide open towards him ( the driver).



As he stopped right in from of me, I didn't hesitate to first; query him over his decision to stop for the lady rather than the person (me) who flagged him down first. He apologized and jokingly said women are usually the ones with money. I disagreed with him and said he stopped for her first because he was hoping she would use her boobs to rub his back. he laughed and said - "na by that one?...na money I dey find my brother"




"money indeed....as if you wont use the same money to spend on a woman" I scoffed { as I hopped behind him as he drove off towards my destination.}




"NO OOOHHHHH!!!!" he said defensively.



"woman no dey see my money o.....I rather help my fellow man than woman. Even sef...I dey find sugar mummy wey go give me money if I fuck am".




"sugar mummy no dey reign again o... plenty guys don spoil the market because dem dey do osho free ( free sex)" I added.



"na true you talk my brother" he agreed.




"hhmm....I hear say na man and man own dey pay now o" I chipped inn...while waiting to see his reaction.



"o boy...I dey hear about am o" he said excitedly as he began telling me about a certain child hood friend in his village who was taken out of the country by an expatriate he was fucking.


"if better money dey I go do oh.......but I dey fear make dem no tear my nyash" he commented casually.




"what of if dem want make u fuck them nko?" I asked curiously.



"omoh...na carry go oh.....no be hole e be?" he said.



I was shocked at his openness and decided to probe a bit further. I asked him if he had done such ( gay sex) before and he said - "NO"



"so why you want come do am nah?" I probed.





"my brother I no go lie you....since last night I never chop... things tight die. If I see who go help my condition for ontop fuck why not?.....you dey enjoy na.... hardship no show for your body" he complained.




As he dropped me at my destination, I asked him to wait for few minutes while I quickly attended to business. Once I was done, I asked him to take me to a fancy shopping plaza. When we got there, i asked him to come along. I got him a decent meal in a fancy restaurant and took him grocery shopping. Earlier when we where discussing, he mentioned that his rent was due. it was such a small amount (N5,000) so while he ate, i went to the cash machine and withdrew the money.  He was so happy and couldn't stop thanking me. He almost embarrassed me at the mall by trying to lie down but i stopped him immediately.




He begged me to accompany him so as know his place and i did. It was a slum in the outskirts of Lagos.



while at his place, he got us drinks; and while we drank, i brought up the topic of his childhood friend (who he'd mentioned had travelled out of the country) and asked how he knew about the story.



He told me that his friend (who was a driver) had been complaining that his boss (whom has been so good to him) had begging him for sex. According to him, the day he succumbed and fucked his boss, his boss moved him into his flat and gave him a salary raise. He casually mentioned how his friend said his boss ass hole is sweeter than vagina and how much he enjoyed it.



"e be like your friend carry big preeq" i asked curiously 




"that time wey we dey small na him preeq big pass all of our own. Anyway, na him luck." he simply said.





"the same way na your luck we meet today" i cut inn as i looked at him suggestively.




"yes ooooooo" he added merrily.




"so assuming now i say make you fuck me nko...you go gree?" i asked him while looking straight into his eyes.


His eyes grew wide with surprise but he was quick enough to mask it with a smile.



"bros ...bros....hhhhmmmmm"  he said as he scratched his head.



"so na just mouth you dey make since?" i mocked.




"bros no be mouth.....nothing dey there nau..... you want make i lash your nyash hole ba?" he said with a hint of ridicule.



Feeling a bit humiliated, i stood up, told him i was taking my leave and was about making my way to the door when he caught my wrist.



"bros wetin dey do you nau????  which kain rough play be this?" he said angrily. He was clearly offended.




"no be fuck you want?" he asked looking straight into my eyes.




"YES of course......that is if you handle me" a said.




clearly feeling provoked, he replied - " you dey provoke me o....no try me"




i arched a brow as if to say - "and so?"



"na you go run o..." he sort of boasted.



rolling my eyes, i told him he bragged too much and i knew his type as i went to sit down on his rather too high mattress .


Whatever his personality was, he really had issues with his ego.  "oya open your nyash. no need for plenty talk" he ordered.



He was already taking off his shirt and unbuckling his belt even when his curtains where drawn open. Now stripped to his boxers, i asked him to draw the blinds and lock the door. "dey pull" he commanded as he went to bolt the door after drawing the curtains.




I took of my clothes grabbed, bottle of lotion and smeared a lot of it on my ass. He had taken off his clothes but his cock was still flaccid. Nevertheless, I took it in my already lubricated hand and worked him to an erection. I couldn't suck him cos I didn't know where his penis had been lately.


his dick was impressive.. though, not the biggest I have encountered. It was curved and thick from top to base.


once he had reached full turgidity, I reached for my wallet, grabbed a condom and armored his cock. Turning on my stomach, I arched up my waist and used my both hands to part my cheeks as he sank his ship into my ocean of delight.


there was no romance, no mushy feelings. no kissing..... just straight up fuck.



He really fucked the fire of nonsense off my ass hole until I felt sore. He was so rough; but because I had claimed to be equal to the task, I tried to endure for awhile until eventually, the hurt became unbearable. I begged him to slow down but instead, he pleaded with me to endure because he was enjoying it and wanted to cum. He tried kissing me but i refused (i don't kiss flings).






Just when i thought i couldn’t bear it anymore, he grunted and came.



As i dressed up, he began mocking me and calling me a lazy man because i couldn’t handle his dick . He wanted to take me home but i insisted i leave alone.




I took a taxi home and that was the last time we saw.




Written by
Benito X

FOR THE LOVE OF WEED

MY FIRST BOTTOM EXPERIENCE

I have always been scared stiff of taking the bottom role in sex. Even though i do fantasize about getting fucked and will imagine how it would feel having a cock plow me, i didn't even attempt to try putting a finger in my butt hole. This is because, i have always been of the opinion that once one start acting on their thoughts, they are bound to cultivate a habit which eventually, would be hard to break. Also, i will confess a lot also had to do with the bottom shaming within members of the community. I didn't want to be tagged “sister”.



It so happened my family moved house to another part of Lagos and being a weed smoker, one of the first thing i did was look for a “ corner “ or joint where i could meet (other smokers) and smoke.



It took me few days to locate the hide out and it was by a brook (stream) which was well hidden from sight.


Though the location as usual ( like any weed joint) was filled with guys of questionable identity, i didn't find it difficult to blend with them. We were family by weed and as long as i didn't bring them home or indulge in anything shady, i knew i was safe.



There is guy in my street and his name is Kufre. His mother ran a shop close to my house and he (kufre) rode a commercial tricycle (popularly known as keke-napep) along our street.



Kufre was a fucking hunk and had a bad boy swag to compliment it. Even though we do catch each others eye when he went about his road transport business, we never got to talk until the day i met him in the smokers joint.



Like every weed smoker would know, it's very easy to “flow” and get along with anyone once the weed is involved. At the joint,  everyone is seen and taken as family. We shared everything (from food to weed) , talked about personal stuff without being judgmental, offered advice and all that.



So, it happened one day at the joint, we were talking about masturbation and how many times a day or week we did or should do. It was a very honest and open discussion. As every one gave their opinion, Kufre said he wanks only on week ends.  When i asked him why, he said because of his work and weekends where his resting days.



One of the guys began to mock Kufre’s dick saying it ought to belong to a community. I asked the dude how he knew about that and he said he had caught Kufre wanking some time ago and we all laughed over it. The guy went on to say he doubted any prostitute would take his cock; and that was how we all started talking about them (prostitutes).




All the guys (except Kufre and myself of course) present, owned up that they are/have patronized them. Kufre actually, strongly opposed the whole idea of pay for sec. According to him, his money is important to him because it was hard earned therefore, he would rather wank and get his satisfaction.




Even though am not a fan of dicks, i suddenly found myself imagining all sort of stuff. All through the discussion, my eyes where glued on his cock and he noticed i was looking but some how, he didn't seem to care.




I used the opportunity to start a conversation with him and that was how we were acquainted and became good friends. Anytime he drove passed my house, he would either honk his tricycle horn or would stop by briefly to greet me. Funny enough, my folks liked and welcomed him because we always bought our goods from his mothers shop (which he also delivers at our door).





I must also confess that since that day we had a discussion about wanking at the joint, my crush on Kufre tripled incredibly to the point i began imagining having him fuck me with his monster cock. For the very first time in my life, i began using my finger on myself.





One cold Friday evening, i needed to smoke so i walked down to the joint.  On getting there, i was surprised to see it was isolated. There was not a single soul in sight. I guessed it was due to the heavy rain that fell all through the afternoon. Just when i was, about to take my leave, i saw Kufre arrive in his tricycle. I could tell he too was wondering where everyone wa



We greeted; and just like me, he too thought the heavy down pour was the factor for the desolation.


I didn't have a blunt ( was hoping to buy one on site). He; on the other hand, had just enough for one and was also hoping he would find a seller. Though it seemed we both were at a loss, he was willing to share his and i was relieved.


I waited for him to wash his tricycle; and after he was done, he wrapped his blunt. It was almost dark and the sun was already out of sight. Crickets where already chirping and the atmosphere was so chilled. I had sat under a mango tree while Kufre (who had finished wrapping up the blunt and lighted it) stood almost above me. He stood so close that i could clearly see the outline of his penis on his shorts. It was obvious he had no undies on.




He took a couple of drags and passed the blunt. The ritzier was wet with his spit but nevertheless, i took it, had few drags and passed it on. It was a big blunt...just enough to get both of us to get high enough. As we smoked, i casually asked him if he was going to wank since it was Friday.



“sure thing” he replied.



There was an odd silence.



“your prick big true-true?” i asked.


“e try" he responded.



“i for like see am oh" i said ( though expecting him to rebuke me). He chuckled and said- “unto say you want confirm?”



“yes o" i responded. 




He chuckled again and to my surprise, he pulled up the corner of his shorts to reveal a long limp fat prick.



“Shit!!!” i gasped as i involuntary reached for his dick. He jerked away slightly and began to giggle as he pulled down the corner of his shorts.




“abeg show me again” i pleaded.



Reluctantly, he pulled down his shorts from the waist to reveal the entire length and thick bush.



“o boyyy see prick!!!” i cooed as i reached for it. This time he didn't jerk away.. He just smiled and smoked with pride as i  held his monster in my hand in utter awe.



“and the tin never stand o" i said still awe struck.



“i tell you o....the tin never stand" he concurred.



I started stroking his cock nice and easy and as his soft meat began to stiffen on my hand, he began to chuckle as he stepped back away from me.


“guy wetin you dey do nah....which level?” he asked.



“relax.. i just want see how e be when e rise...” i replied.



“.....but bros e get as e be nah" he added



“why you dey shame like say you be woman?” I sort of  queried him.
Adding a bit of hardness to my tone, i continued; “i no be man like you? Mhen....relax abeg. Nothing dey dia”



All he said was “Abi....” as he passed the blunt to me. I reached for his cock as i smoked the blunt. I began stroking it slowly and felt it thicken gradually. It was a real monster cock and it was too perfect. I took a drag of weed and blew the smoke gently along the shaft of his thick cock.



“na so...” He cooed. I took another drag and passed him the blunt (which was now soaked with our saliva). As he took a drag, i wrapped my mouth around his wonderful prick as i exhaled smoke from my mouth simultaneously.



“omoh wetin dey do you nah?” he asked with a husk gasp.




one thing with me is that although am top, i have perfected the art of oral sex (be it blow job or rimming). It was my signature of satisfying my partner to the maximum and I took great pride in it. As I sucked all the way down on Kufre's pole of disaster, he rocked his waist further into my mouth.



"wetin you dey do nahhhh.....guy?" ( his voice sounding in a weird falsetto as his hips arched forward again so slightly making his swollen pole drive deeper into my oral tunnel).


I paid him no attention as I kept mouth fucking his pole.

.



I don't know if it was the weed, the blow job or both that seemed to make us loose control because i suddenly accelerated my bj tempo as he grabbed my head, stood at-ease for balance and began assaulting my throat with his big fuck pole . I was too high to bother if I could breathe or not.




He pressed my head all the way down his pole , held it in that position and began to fuck scatter my throat with violence. Tears ran down my eyes and mucous out of my nose as l began to loose air. I wanted to beg him to stop but my mouth was full of man cock...so I couldn't speak. I tried forcing air into my lungs through my nostrils by taking desperate inhalation;  but because my nose was pressed on his pubic hair, all the air i could fill my lungs with was the musky scent of his man bush.



at some point, I thought I was going to faint cos the air just wasn't enough for me....coupled with the fact I was in excruciating pain as my jaw now was locked (I had to open them really wide due to the size of his wood). I had just literally began to weep in frustration when he suddenly, began to grunt and seriously shiver. Hot sperm found their way straight to my stomach because his pole had crossed my throat. I didn't even get the privilege to taste his cum.




After he had deposited his valuables in my mouth bank, he withdrew his cock from my mouth (which made me gasp for air desperately), all he said (with a frown) was





- "o boy na wha for you ohhhhh".





It sounded like regret , disappointment, compliments for a job well done, satisfaction and guilt all wrapped up.






He undressed, stepped into the cold stream and began to take his bath in the almost dark night. I still sat where I was.....my breath stinking of sperm with a hint of weed. I waited for him to finish so we could leave together like we usually do. Leaving him alone would only feed into the guilt of what just happened.



When he was done, we both hopped into his tricycle and he took me home.



As we rode, we never said a word to each other. Once he dropped me off, i said good night and added "we go see tomorrow". With a "no problem" response, he turned around and went home.



Immediately I got home, I had a good wank. The thought of almost dying by suffocation with a big dick was such a stimulation.




I and Kufre met the next day at the joint. He behaved like nothing had happened although we did our best not to look at each others eyes even in the midst of people. This went on for few days.





Couple of days later, I was at the joint with some guys and one after the other, they began to leave. Eventually, we where just 4 left. Myself, Kufre and two other guys. One of the guys suggested we go to the neighbourhood pub as he wanted to buy us all drinks.




As i was about taking the offer, Kufre cleared his throat rather suggestively and in that instant, our eyes met. His eyes seemed to say “if you dare move from here...” and immediately, i got the point. I turned down the offer and eventually, the other two guys left....leaving me alone with Kufre.





I could hear him play candy crush on his phone as i sat quietly at the same spot i did last time. For close to 10 minutes we didn't say a word.


Feeling bored, i decided to join him play games on my phone. It Wasn't up to a minute I'd brought out my phone and turned onn the game; just as the intro music began to play, Kufre spoke.

-"you no dey fear abi? You come here to press phone? E be like you want make i scatter that phone ontop your head”



Kufre sounded so hostile and this really scared me. His face was still glued to his phone as he kept playing his game. His countenance ( a very subtle frown) wasn't as hostile as his voice tone and this really confused me.

I gently put away my phone and was quiet.


still looking at his phone, he shuffled lazily in a shylidh   towards me. As he did, I could see a subtle smirk on his face and a hefty bulge on his floral printed fitted short.



"ju man....you dey fear?.....why u dey fear?" he said as he gently kicked my foot playfully.




with his smirk now full, he began to slightly swing his upper torso like a bashful child trying to make a request.



"how far na?" he asked almost inaudibly.



"I dey o..." I replied. pretending I didn't have a clue what he was hinting. I had to play dumb so that this time around, he would be the one to initiate everything.



there was an odd silence. I now could clearly make out  the outline of his cock. No doubt his penis had increased in turgidity to the point it could no longer be a big bulge; but a stirring dragon.

"wetin you dey look?" he asked rudely.. his eyes still glued to the phone.


We both knew he was just creating unnecessary drama to convey a message and mask his horniness.



“am looking at what is in front of me” i replied him.




“omoh....that your mouth ehhhhh....” he said as he took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He inched his waist forward...An indication he wanted me to acknowledged his cock.


“wetin be this?” i asked as i reached for his turgid penis.



“na my AK 47”... he chuckled.


“make i see am" i requested seductively.


Without wasting time, he Quickly switched off his phone, put it in his back pocket and hurriedly unfastened his belt. As he pulled down his shorts, his award winning penis sprung out with agile joy.



Honestly, it felt like i was seeing it for the very first time.



As i clasped my hand over it, it felt so hot as it throbbed in my palms. Without warning, he pulled my head down on his very big meat indicating he wanted me to suck him... and i did the expected.



As he forced himself further into my oesophagus, he asked huskily...”the other one sweet like this one?”




Feeling completely unclear about what i heard, i withdrew my mouth from his cock and asked what he meant.


With an irritated frown, he mumbled – “the back own"



WHAT??????!!!!!! 


Did my ears hear right?


“BACK??????”


I had barely processed what he had said when he hurriedly took off his shirt ( revealing his solid pacs and abs) and guided my head back to his penis.



“i want enter the other one..i just want know how e be."

he moaned while thrusting into my mouth.




I knew Kufre was the sort who acted on impulse. He has trusted me to a fault and has completely fallen for the new sexuality I'd introduced him to; even though he was still struggling to embrace it. Refusing him to have his way especially now he was pushing the cards on his own, had the potential of crashing our affair. He was the sort of man who liked to be served on his terms. I didn't want to start explaining roles to him; at least not at that stage. It was too much information for his restless hormones to comprehend. The thought of arranging a bottom came to my mind and as i was making the suggestion, the sinister look on his face froze my heart. His penis rapidly began going limp in my hands.



I quickly told him i was joking and asked if he came with a lubricant. He shook his head and asked if i had any; of which I told him i didn't except at home (hoping it would discourage him). To my disappointment, he told me to go home and get it while he waits for me.





I couldnt argue any further. He'd won.


I left him and went home. My dad was home so i had to sneak inn, force myself to use the loo to avoid accidents, washed up ( fingered my hole in the process) and grabbed my lube as i headed back to slaughter.




It was already dark by the time i arrived. The bushes created an illusion of ghosts while the silhouette of Kufre’s huge frame made it seem like he was some sort of entity. The sound of the gently flowing stream was all there could be heard in the still night as i silently approached him. I felt a deep longing for him that surpassed sexual stimulus. In the darkness, i could tell he was naked and followed suit. As i took each piece of clothing off my body, the cold night air erased the warmth my skin once had.



Now totally naked and armed with a tube of lube, i strode to him and felt his cold body in the dark night. His skin was smooth like silk on steel. My erection began to stir once our organs communed. I didn't ask....i slowly embraced him and planted my lips on his. He gently tried pulling his face away but i pleaded with him not to. I needed him desperately. If he was going to deflower me, it had to be done from a place of deep connection..... not just from the place of lustful thirst.




I kept kissing his lips and after a while, his lips parted.... followed by his teeth....and then our tongues merged in a divine dance. I felt the touch of his fingers land lightly on my naked waist. The more we kissed, the more his hold became bolder. In a short while, he was holding me so tight and kissing me the way only a lover would. As we explored each others mouth, i put some lube in my hands (which where resting on his solid shoulders) and rubbed them in-between my thighs. I moved my waist back enough to make sure his long fat cock was rightly aimed in-between my thighs and then nice and slowly, i slid my moistened in-between thighs on his fuck pole. He gasped at the sensation. He loved it.



His kissing intensified as he started thigh fucking me joyfully. I lubricated my ass hole and guided his hands to my fleshy plum bum (which many guys (including straight men) feel disappointed that i wasn't bottom). He grabbed my ass greedily as he kept fucking my thighs and deep kissing me. One of his finger found my pucker hole ; and just as greedy as his thrust and kiss were, his finger followed suit.



He stuck his finger so deep inside me that it felt like he was searching for lost treasures. After a while, i felt my rectum succumb to his probing as it began secreting fluids which made it so slippery like a wet vagina. I began feeling sharp pains in my ass but the kissing was just too magical for my brain to completely register. I forced myself to feel (with my hands) what was going on in my ass and Kufre’s finger and what i discovered truly frightened me.



FOUR FINGERS WHERE TRAPPED IN MY HOLE!!!!!!!!!


In that moment, i panicked. I grabbed his wrist and tried pulling his hands off; but he nudged me off and  whispered angrily – “ relax". And i did.





He began jabbing his fingers into my hole in the same rythm he was fucking my thighs and in one swift swing, he turned me around and began to fuck my thighs from behind while occasionally teasing my hole with his dick head.  Anytime he teased my hole with his dick head, he will push it inside more further than the previous. He kept repeating this technique until he was able to get just his dick head through my ass hole.


(Despite he fucked me with 4 fingers, his dick was still too big to go inn). He paused a bit (his cock head still my ass hole corridor) and after a while, he began to whine his waist clock wise and anti clock wise slowly. This really hurt so i asked him to hold on while i added more lube generously on my ass and his heavy pole. When he tried getting back inside me, it wasn't as painful.






Ever so gradually, he managed to squeeze his tool inside my ass.


“you are very sweet” he moaned in my ear as he drove inn the last inch inside my stomach. It felt i swallowed a live baby goat. I was so full. As he began to thrust, my dick started to get so hard that it felt like it would rip apart. I cannot describe the sensation i felt. All i knew i did was moan and beg him to fuck me; of which he kept replying – “yah baby....yah baby....yah baby....”


I started wanking my cock out of frustration because my dick was badly hurting from the erection. Kufre rode me on power horse stamina and it made me shout with raw passion that he had to clasp his large hand round my mouth to muffle my scream.  






In the instance i began to feel my cum shoot out of my dick hole, he began to jerk, whimper and groan with stifled falsetto notes. I could only feel his cock pulsate severally on my rectum but didn't feel his cum. ... perhaps he poured all his content straight into my stomach. He continued thrusting for about 3 minutes until his cock went soft. 





As he withdrew his cock from me, i embraced him and kissed him. He didn't hesitate. He responded well as he inserted his finger in my now wide opened cum dump hole. 




As we washed off in the stream, he asked – “hope say you no wound?”



I laughed and told him fine.




I asked him if he enjoyed it and he said – “omoh ehhhhh......i don die finish”.





It's over 8 months this happened and i still can't imagine anyone else topping me if not Kufre.

Written by
Sinachi