PAPA JUMOKE

Jumoke is my neighbour and a single (actually divorced) mother of one. We had become good friends from the day she moved  next door.





Little Emma (her son) was still young and needed a baby sitter. Since Jumoke was always busy and i was good with kids, stayed next door and had no job (thanks to the Nigerian government), i volunteered to be a help.


Though we never had any formal agreement concerning payment,  she randomly did pay good money into my account as a token of appreciation.




I knew Jumoke’s boyfriend. His name is Richard. He too was a divorcee and worked in the same firm as her. Just like Jumoke, he also  showed me appreciation (financially) for helping her.



It so happened one day that Jumoke informed me that her father was coming  from abroad to stay with her. He used to be in the royal navy in his days but suffered from dementia. She seemed a bit worried about his well being since she was always busy ...but i assured her that as long as i was around, she had nothing to worry about.



Few weeks later, he arrived. I was indeed surprised at who i was looking at. He was a very tall built man with very strong jaws and cold eyes. He looked like a disciplinarian. He must have had Jumoke at a very young age because he still looked as if he was in his 60s...if not 50s. Smartly dressed and looking very fit for his age, i knew this man must have been a certified heart breaker in his time.









A room was prepared for him and while Jumoke slowly explained to him that-
that will be his room from henceforth, he suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree and was so excited to see Jumoke. He called her by name and kept saying she has grown so fast and looked like his mother. His emotions where so genuine....he did this like 7 times in barely 3 hours.







I went through his medical folder as we unpacked his belongings and i got to know his medical history. His name was Ayotunde and he suffered from dementia which was probably caused by delayed trauma ( as a result of his service years).








I now had a 5 year old boy and a grown man to care for. Good thing that i didn't have to do any personal care (washing or toileting). He handled those himself. All i had to do was make him food, ensure he took his medication and keep him busy by playing very old yoruba movies. His favourite.






For couple of days, his family members and friends flooded the house to visit him. Most of which he didn't seem to recall.










Eventually, the visitors stopped coming but things didn’t become normal. Ayotunde was a case. He swore like the sailor he once was and sang so loudly that it frightened little Emma. He was such a nightmare that Jumoke had to stay in Richards house with Emmanuel to have some peace.







I was now home alone with Mr Ayo. To be Honest, i really fancied him. He was everything i wanted in my ideal man.  He was a perfect example of a “daddy"; he was clean,  cute and had a very big penis. This I knew because when he sat, i could clearly make out a huge egg plant in his trouser.








One day, because i lowered the volume of the TV which he had turned up to the maximum, he looked me in the eye and called me a cock sucker. I ignored him and didn't say a word.



 That same day, as i walked passed, he grabbed my ass roughly and said – “imma fuck respect into your cunt You bloody pussy boi”.






“pussy boy?”




“how?”




I thought to myself as fear eluded me.




"Was I caring for a homophobe? Did he suspect am gay?"




This is a man with mental issues and the last thing i wanted was to be attacked on a perceived sexuality. I was about to call Jumoke to report this but my mind urged me to relax.







“What if Mr Ayotunde indulged in gay sex in his days?" My mind suggested.






I decided to observe him closely as well as push my cards.





I began wearing briefs around the house expecting him to grab my big soft bubble butt like he did last time but he never took notice of it or me. He seemed more occupied in his own world.








I eventually  gave up trying and life went on until one day when heard his shower running in his room. It ran for almost 15min and i knew he wasn't taking his bath. I knocked on his door and he screamed insults telling me to “fuck off from his cell block". I didn't care. I walked inn.








Ayotunde was dressed smart on shorts and a T-shirt. He was still screaming at me but i ignored him and went straight into the bathroom to turn off the shower. As i turned around to leave, he was standing at the door. His huge frame completely occupying it.









“can I pass?” I asked him while holding my breath as i shivered in my slippers. I did my best not to show any sign of fear.








“or else what?” He growled as he took few steps into me...he stood so close that his chest was touching my jaw and I could feel the caress of his breath on my face.








“answer me pussy boy...or else what?”.









Honestly, i don’t know what manner of witchcraft happened because even though i was scared stiff, my dick sprung up and poked him.









Mr Ayo felt the poke because looked down and saw that i was aroused.








“look at that!!!! Little piece of shit is already excited......” he exclaimed excitedly as he grabbed my cock and licked his lips with a cold mad like  grin.










“Am sure you craving to worship this big fat black sausage"




he hissed as he grabbed his crotch and jerked his hips forward as if to mimic a thrust.







“You want this?” He demanded.









Though i stood there petrified,  my blood was burning with sexual ecstasy. I felt my head nod as if by some unknown force.








“ Don’t just shake that dumb empty head. Speak up like a man" he ordered like a military commander.




“Yes sir” I murmured.



“Yes sir what?” his voice; rich with authority.



“Yes; I want it" I replied as my voice shook.




“what do you want?.....this?” He said as he flipped out a massive black penis with a bright pink knob out from his shorts and wiggled it gleefully.








My eyes grew wide as my heart stopped at the sight of his cock. This mad man “had it"









He held my jaw and squeezed it in such a manner that it made my lips pout.








“look at that pussy mouth” he muttered to himself. “Am sure it knows how to suck a dick good"






To  my utmost disgust, he spat on my face and grinned wickedly. He was having fun. Clearly.










“go down boy. Don’t make me smash your skull" he sneered as he pushed my head down to his crotch and ruffled my face on it making  his spongy pubic hair scratching my face  as  the thick cylindrical  shape of his phallus rolled all over me.





He held out my face and began using his thick heavy cock to flog it.




“open your mouth you bitch!!!” he ordered.



Now Kneeling humbly like a nun about to renew her solemn vow in front of the cross, i looked up to the towering man in front of me with my mouth opened as he began to masturbate right on my face with the tip of his dick placed on top of my out stretched tongue.






  At intervals, he will moisten his pole with my saliva by sliding his over size cock through my tongue and right down my throat  ( which made me choke). He will then slowly withdraw it and continue wanking ( still resting his fat cock head on my stretched out tongue) . He kept repeating this until he started to convulse and jerk.





“open your mouth....open it...open it” he gasped as he furiously wanked his saliva slurrpy cock.



I obeyed his command and opened my mouth wide while my eyes  where fixated at the tiny dot hole of his pink gigantic cock head in great anticipation of seeing that sperm shoot out straight into my mouth.




He began to moan so loud as he rapidly stroked his long swollen pole. Suddenly, he quickly held firm the head of his penis.




Bending his knees slightly, he carefully pressed the head of his fat penis down on my tongue and after positioning his cock at an angle, he let go of his hand.










Missiles and bullets of hot sperm fired straight into my throat. Before i could attempt to swallow his load, he forced all his cock down my throat which suddenly made me cough and choke simultaneously. Sperm and mucous jetted out from my nostrils and the corners of my mouth. But Mr Ayo didn’t bother. He was still shivering and moaning in ecstasy as he kept thrusting his massive meat down my throat while holding my head in a firm position . His climax lasted for about 5 minutes after which he stopped thrusting and removed his now soft python cock from my throat. I was grateful to be able to breathe again.





As he stood panting, he tapped my cheeks and called me a good boy.




As I walked out of his room, it dawned on me how much I have been humiliated. I felt ashamed of myself because i knew i enjoyed it. Being degraded and treated like trash in a sexual manner had never been on my fantasy list until that day.



As I went to wash off his saliva from my face and rinse my nose and mouth off the taste and smell of his cum, i took a long stare at the mirror... saliva dripping down my face....cum hanging out from my nostrils .....mouth smeared with drying up sperm....this was an experience I knew I had appetite for.




After the incident, everything was back to normal. He was back to his usual shouting and cursing manner. Surprisingly, his behaviour towards me sort of changed.



He began to look at me as if I was someone familiar he was trying to recall. Though he still cursed at me, it definitely wasn’t as bad as before. On the other hand, i had become a slave for his dick. I could never stop thinking about it no matter how many times I wanked.




One day, i was alone at home with Ayo. I was so horny and wanted to get fucked by his penis by All means. After I had douched and prepared myself, i kept vigil at his room door so I could hear him get into the shower. There was no time perfect time than the time to get him when he was naked. Moments into my wait, i heard the faucet of his shower run.









Slipping off my clothes, i stepped into his room. He must have heard me enter cos he came to the bathroom door looking all soapy. We stood for couple of minutes just starting each other. I looked at his fat soapy cock and swallowed hard.




As he mindlessly walked back into the bathroom and stood under the faucet to continued washing, I followed him. He starred blankly at me....I began to wonder how I could convey a message to tell him I wanted sex.






I began rubbing my nipples and body...once I got to my dick and started stroking myself, a big smile broke on his face and he started stroking his big penis as well.




Immediately, i got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth as the water from the shower head that ran down his body above me trickled down to my naked body. I have never forced a dick down my throat as i did his that day. I wanted every inch inside my throat. He drove his penis in and out my mouth until I  was satisfied. As I stood up, i walked to the bathroom door and stopped. Taking a second glance at him, i saw his mighty monster nodding violently as his body glistened under the running water. I smiled at him, bent down, parted my big cheeks to reveal my pink fuck hole that was a perfect match for his pink cock cap.





After I had winked my hole a couple of times at him, i walked into the bed room.










Certainly Jumokes dad wasn’t a stranger to gay sex. From our last encounter, it was evident that he must have been a hard core dominant man in his days.  A bedroom bully...and that was all I wanted. Someone who will devour me.








As I was about fetching my lubricant from the pocket of my shorts which was lying on the floor, papa Jumoke was already standing at the bathroom door stroking his long and extra- extra large meat.








He walked towards me and stooped a bit (because he was much taller than me). Taking a large chunk of my ass, he squeezed it and shook it. I took one of his nipples in my mouth and sucked on it while rubbing my hands all over his firm body. I heard him groan softly as his finger began finding its way inside my crack. I spat on my hand and began wanking his over thick long cock while sucking his nipples as he finger fucked me.








Because of our height differences, we where both in an awkward position so I decided to make my way to his large bed for better comfort.









I had barely got on top of his bed when he hurriedly came after me. He roughly grabbed my both ass cheeks and parted them so hard that it made me jerk in pain. His tongue found my hole and I must confess; in all my years as a gay man, my ass has never experienced such magnificent Rimming.










Jumokes dad mouth fucked my ass hole for what seemed like eternity. He blew air inside my hole as if it was some balloon and then he will suck  it out which made my intestine and rectum feel funny.








He began penetrating me without any lubricant and begged him to stop...but all pleas fell on deaf ears. He stopped briefly and continued rimming me.







 This time, he used the sides of both hands to keep my ass cheeks parted as he expertly used his fingers to pinch the flesh around my rectum  until it became a pout. He began tongue tickling the pout of my rectum and then sucked it so hard that it really did hurt. He now started to chew the pout in such a way that made my body stiff with raw ecstacy.







He took quite a while working on my ass that when he stopped, i had to feel my hole. What my hand  felt was slipery and smooth like butter. I couldn’t feel my walls any more. It was like my rectal walls had all disappeared. All that was left was a gapping hole.










He was now ontop of my back and putting his dick inside my hole. To my greatest shock, i felt his dick entering inside me gradually until it seemed to come to a stop. I dont know if it’s because that was the capacity my hole could take or his dick was just too big for consumption.







His hands grabbed my waist, lifted it up and WHAMMM!!!! All his giant penis was inside me. Without exaggerating, this man is nothing less than 13 inches +. I felt his penis reach somewhere inside of me that no dick has ever gone.




My whole body vibrated as he kissed my neck and tongued my back while driving his massive fuck machine in and out of my honey pot. I felt the room spin as my cum  oozed out uncontrollably from my erect dick.




He started to shiver while hugging me so tight and  With a loud grunt, he emptied his seed into me.




My entire body felt numb like I was run over by 12 trucks. The last thing i remember was a towel cleaning my back and ass hole when sleep came over me.




When I woke up, i saw papa Jumoke smiling at me. He gave me a thumbs up and I responded. I got off his bed, dressed up and left his room.



We never fucked again since that day because the next day, Jumoke took him to another relatives place who was a mental health doctor. Also little  Emma (her son) was learning curse words from him and she was so displeased. I knew it was likely he wouldn't be coming back.







I eventually got a job and Jumoke moved out to live with Richard.



Wish i had a farewell sex with her dad before he left.




Written by
Etim B.