FOR THE LOVE OF WEED

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 sex. According to him, his money is important to him because it was hard earned therefore, he would rather wank and get his satisfaction rather than pay for it.




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 was.



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 weed 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).




with a frown, he grumbled





 - "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 his way.



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 each other in the eye 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”



He 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 shy  way 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 me?.....why you too 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 for him came to my mind and as i was making the suggestion, the sinister look he gave me froze my heart and made me shut up.  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 that 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 i immediately 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 hard n' 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 on my waist 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 all that was going on. But at a point, i forced myself to feel (with my hands) what was going on in my ass along side 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 his cock inside my cunt 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 like i swallowed a 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 as he once again poured all his content straight into my stomach. He continued thrusting for about 3 more 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