TALES FROM ABA

 Franklyn and I have been friends since we where teenagers and I could remember, even at that age, he was already exposed and knew too much (sexually ).








 We both finally got into the same university and while he (Frankly) was busy gallivanting all the states of Nigeria, I drowned myself in my academics. As time went on, Franklyn started bringing gifts to my room to show me anytime he returned from wherever it was he had been.









 As usual, he will tell me stories about how rich men and celebrities spoilt him on his trip .








 One thing that really confused me with Franklyn was that whenever he wanted to make one of those his trips, he will come to me to borrow clothes and shoes. Often times, I will ask why his sugar daddies and celebrity lovers never bought him good quality clothes and he will give flimsy excuses or wave off the discussion.







 Little did I know that Franklyn was a liar...and also, a thief.








 We had just finished exams and I didn’t want to go home because it would be lonely.







 My parents had gone to visit my elder sister in America and since am the last, my lazy elder siblings will end up leaving the house chores and cooking to me (since our mother was away) if I went home; so I decided to stay in school.







 One morning, Franklyn came to my room to inform me there was a gay party happening in Aba which he would be attending. I had never been to any of such parties and was dying to attend even though I was naive and scared stiff.





 “You will love it” he said as he urged me to come along.




 “who knows? - you might meet Mr. Right who will finally get your ass disvirgined” he teased. 








At the time, I was still a virgin and had stuck to the belief that my getting disvirgined would only be with the right person. Hearing him say those words gave me hope and I finally decided to go.






 Few days later, we where on our way to Aba; the eyimba city.






 Once we arrived, Franklyn took me to some ghetto place where we met some very dodgy guys. They where loud, had dyed hair, wore nose and ear rings, smoked weed and looked unkempt.





 Franklyn suddenly became a different person in the midst of these people. He bragged alongside his friends about stealing and even drugging people to get away with their properties.







I watched in shock as they gave each other high-fives for an evil job well done. One of them tried flirting with me and from the look I gave him, he didn’t need any angel Gabriel to announce to him that he better mind is space. Seeing and hearing such would have made me do a U-turn and gone back to school immediately if not that the day was far gone and my curiosity to attend a gay party was so strong.








 Finally, we all went in a taxi to the venue and to my surprise, when we got there and alighted from the vehicle, all of them including Franklyn turned to look at me in expectation that I pay for our transportation.






 To avoid drama, I paid. The venue was a hotel and we had to pay a fee of N500 each to get inside. Suddenly, there was argument among them over who should pay. I was so embarrassed that I simply paid for myself and Franklyn (only because he’s the one I know and had invited me) And walked in.







 I have never seen so many gay men gathered in one place. (Most of them in full drag ).







 Some of Franklyns friend where still at the gate while few paid to enter. Franklyn came to beg me to pay for some of friends but I refused. I felt exploited and wont have it from him.








 We got into an argument and when he called me “ungrateful” (because he brought me to Aba), I reminded him whose clothes he was wearing. We exchanged unpleasant words and He stormed off while I went to the bar to get some alcohol to calm my anger.








I had lost my taste for Aba and everything that came with it including the party. There was no hope for me to find myself a man. As I watched the crowd, I realised Majority of the attendants where obviously bottom and even the few looking “tops” that attended where fiercely protected and guarded by their bottom partners.






 I felt so out of place.





 As I sat on the bar watching these men dance and smooch with each other openly, I began to imagine how it would be if being gay in Nigeria was legal and this was a typical Saturday night.







 As I drank, few guys walked up to me and asked me for a dance but I quietly declined. 






“You no be one of them?”




 a voice asked mockingly.





 As I turned to look at who spoke, I realised it was the bar man. Facially, he was just there but his physique obviously, was muscular judging from the way his ill fitting uniform sat on him. I pretended not to hear him but somehow he didn’t get the point. He must have assumed I wasn’t gay because he began saying stuff like -" I wonder wetin this people dey enjoy for this kain tin dem dey do".








 I wanted to keep ignoring him but from the tone of his voice, I could sense more of curiosity than disgust.






 I guess it was the alcohol that had began to kick in because I found myself chatting/ flirting with him. In the course of our discussion, I bluntly told him if gay sex wasn’t sweet this gathering wont be holding.






 “Chai!!!” he exclaimed (still sounding more amused than irritated).






 “Wetin sweet for man to man play?” He asked.







I told him such questions are best answered with having an experience.





 “how prick go enter nyash? That one na die o" he continued.




"Who don die for this party?” I asked him with an arched brow.









 “If no be die, oya open your nyash make I put prick inside” he mocked.








 I told him quite frankly that I was a virgin and one of the reasons I came to that party was to get disvirgined.




 Hearing this, he roared with laughter. But I didn’t laugh with him. I was serious. I went further to tell him I have done wanking and sucking but not fucking.






 He was completely intrigued.






All the while we chatted, it was clear he was thoroughly enjoying our discussion. Even when he had to attend to other customers, he will plead with me to wait as he excused himself.








 From our discussion, he saw nothing wrong with a man wanking another man. But oral and anal sex was a BIG DEAL.







 “So dem go put penis inside ya mouth and you go suck am like sweet?” he asked excitedly as he folded his hands in surprise.





 “Yes" I replied bluntly.






 “And you go suck am well well?”





 “Why not?”







 “what if dem pour the sperm for your mouth nko?” He asked curiously.








 “Na to swallow am nah wetin dey dia?”






 “kai!!!!! You don rotten finish bros" .







No matter how irritated he tried to sound, I knew for certain his curiosity has gotten the best of him.







 “Come disvirgin me na" I said as I eyed him seductively.









 “My bulala go wound you o" he jeered once again.









 “Na wetin I want. As I like to suck big prick so, e go make sense if na big prick launch my nyash” I replied casually.









 “Oga e don do for this your yarn. Come buy me drink" he said.








 I wanted to refuse out rightly but on the other hand, he was my only reasonable company for the night and I was liking my boldness towards him. I Told him I will buy him a drink If he let me touch his cock and he laughed.









 “Na dat one dey hungry you? If na only touch, nothing dey dia nah”








 I gave him the go ahead to have a drink and he took a bottle of whiskey, poured himself a glass, and in one swift move, he gulped everything.








He squirmed his face as the heat burned his throat and stomach. Few seconds later, he was pouring himself another glass.





 He had started taking  liberties on my expense and still, i hadn’t touched his dick yet .









The room was dim, every one was busy on the dance floor and nobody seem to care  so I went round the bar counter to meet him where he stood.






 As I approached him, he held his cock in protection and began to laugh.






 Really!!!!!! ????








I reminded him we had a bargain and I had kept my part. With a nod followed by a shy smile, he slowly he let go of his hand.








 His flacid penis was very meaty to touch  and it was obvious that if it should be erect, it would be a monument.







 “The tin no go stand for you as You be man" he said with a hint of triumph in his voice.








 “Make e enter my mouth first na dat time you go know how far” I answered him.








I was loving my boldness. He told me we didn’t discuss my sucking his cock as he gently shoved me away. We both kept drinking and chatting away at the back of the counter while i kept feeling his cock.





As I tried unzip his trouser, he stopped me.





 “This place too open nah bros" he protested Weakly.




" But i wasnt having it. There was a small room behind the bar and I tried pulling him there to feel his cock some more but because he refused, I just kept rubbing his penis.







Eventually, his cock began to rise. Noticing his growing erection, He laughed and tried to removed my hand but I refused to stop so he let me.









 “You sure say dem never put prick for your nyash before?” he asked as his hands crept to my behind and cupped one soft ass cheek.







 “I swear" I replied.







 “You want teach me bad thing" he whispered with his breath heavy with alcohol as his fingers dug into my Jean’s and began poking my hole.








I squeezed his now stiff fat penis so hard while he equally squeezed my ass and fingered me. I brought my mouth to his and we kissed hungrily.







 The hall was dark and nobody saw us or seemed to care. After i undid his belt and fly, I went under the bar counter and began to suck his thick dick. The cap of his penis was so fat...fatter than the rest of his shaft. All I could think of was how this fat cap cock will open my hole wide. As if he was in my head, he bent down and told me





 -"nna I go like fuck you o....you don high me die"



 after which he kissed me madly.









 I now felt like urinating and I had to excuse myself.







 After kissing some more, I left for the bathroom.






 The bathroom was crowded with guys kissing and even fucking. I managed to pee and just when I was coming out, I saw my Franklyn. He asked where I was because he had been looking for me. I told him I was drinking at the bar and we began talking. We apologised for our behaviour and i explained that it would’ve been proper if his friends made arrangements for their transportation and gate fee. Franklyn followed me to the bar and I introduced the bar attender to him.









Right in front of me, Franklyn tried flirting with him but he warned him to stop and he (Franklyn) apologised.






 The bar man began clearing the empty  bottles around the venue and at that point I began feeling very sleepy.






I found a row of chairs and using my bag as a pillow, I laid down to have a short nap. While I slept, i remember Franklyn came to me and requested that he wanted to change his shirt as he had a spare shirt he had kept In my bag. 







Without thinking twice, I gave him the bag.







Couple of minutes later, he gave it back to me and I kept it under my head to sleep.






 When I woke up at about 6:30am, I found the hall almost empty. Almost everyone had gone .








I called Franklyns number several but it was switched off so, I decided to go straight back to school immediately on my own.







 I remembered I had left school with N35,000 and I had only spent money on transportation, gate fee and drinks. Wanting to know how much was left on me, I opened my bag to check my wallet only to find it missing.






 I wanted to faint.






 I was more than certain I was with my bag the whole time. The only person who touched my bag was my friend and he was no where to be found.






Now, here I was, stranded in a strange town with No money And No body.







 I began to panic.







 Just as I walked out to the venue and praying to God for help, someone called my name. I turned around and saw a man dressed in Jean’s and T-shirt. It took me a moment to recognize him as the bar man I had flirted with.







 Seeing him clearly in daylight made him look much different. I could see his stocky muscled physique as well as his facial features. He told me he thought I had left with my friend cos he saw him leave with a group of boys moments ago.








 I told him I had been robbed by him (my friend) and he empathised with me. He suggested I come with him because the neighbourhood wasn’t safe and judging by the way I dressed, I would be a target for hoodlums and criminals.







I had no choice but to follow him. We took a bus ride to his house which was a spacious one room. He gave me a pair of clean clothes, offered me a bucket of water to have a bath with and bought me breakfast of bread and akara (bean cake) with tea. After eating, I slept off for almost 7 hours.








 By the time I woke up, he had washed my clothes and made us lunch. I wasn’t in the mood to eat because I was worried for my safety.






 Also, because my school I.d card was in my wallet, there was no way I could identify myself if I was asked to. Franklyns number was still switched off. The bar man tried his best to cheer me up and make me feel at home. He told me he would have helped me with transport money but he was cash trapped and wont be getting any money until month end which was 2 weeks away. He told me I was welcomed to stay until then.







 I couldn’t call my siblings to ask for money because my parents will definitely be informed and that would demand them asking what ,why and who took me to Aba.








 I Hated myself for ever meeting Franklyn.







Also, Aba was so boring. Nnamdi (the bar man) had to go to work and I was at home all day watching TV and trying to call Franklyn who at this point wasn’t picking my call.








 Whenever Nnamdi returned from work, I was always glad to see him because he was my only company.





I tried using Nnamdi's phone to call Franklyn and to my disappointment, he answered.



I asked him where he was and why he stole my wallet knowing fully well I would be stranded.



To my shock, Franklyn threatened to tell my folk back home that I am gay if I dont stop calling him. He told me he has more than enough proof as evidence and I should stay away from him. He sounded so evil and bitter.





 One thing with me is that anytime am stressed or troubled, I am prone to fall sick. The whole Aba thing and Franklyns behaviour was wearing me out and I began running temperature.







Nnamdi got off work to stay home with me. He will cuddle me until I fell asleep as I laid my head on his large hairy chest.







 All the while I was under his roof, Nnamdi never made any sexual advances towards me. He was a loving brother and a very good friend.







 I quickly recovered and was back to normal. Also, I didnt call Franklyn anymore.






But even after I had regained my health, lying on Nnamdi's chest became a norm . We could never seat apart except during eating (we always ate from the same plate).







 One day, while we where watching TV, I was so horny. For some reason the depression I had felt had transcended to raw sex.







I needed to get fucked. I just felt it was about time to get rid of my virginity.







So,  My head was on his chest as usual while his hand was on my back. Gently placing my hands on his hairy tummy, I began to fondle his slightly protruding belly button. He was quiet as I played with it.








As I ran my hands up his chest and began to fiddle with his nipple, his hands idly stroked my back.








I saw his cock stir in his shorts and that was all the go ahead I needed. I sat across him, removed my shirt and planted a deep kiss on his mouth.








 “You don start again o" he said as his hands grabbed my ass cheeks.








 “E be like you still want make i disvirgin your nyash” he cooed as he began forcing his finger inside my hole.







 “Yes daddy" I moaned.







 We kissed some more and I tongued my way down to his swollen prick. When I got to his cock, There was a huge crystal clear drop of precum at his prick hole and I licked it up .







I sucked his cock nice and easy.







He kept breathing heavily and gasping as I deep throat his thick prick. When I began to rim his hairy man hole, he almost fainted with pleasure.







 I grabbed my lubricant from my bag which was lying beside the bed, moistened up his cock and began to sit on it while I gave him one of my nipples to suck because, since my nipples are super dupa sensitive, that was the only way to ease the mad pain on my ass that was threatening to make me go mad.









 The more I sank deeper into his fat meat, the more he moaned and chewed my nipples like a hungry baby desperate for milk.








 We embraced as All his penis was now inside me. His hairy strong body and arms gave me such warmth that matched the warm kisses his mouth gave me.







 “You don kill me finish” he moaned as I rode him.






He went for my nipples again and I went mad with pleasure. The more I fucked his pole, the more he sucked my nipples.




He must have taken the hint that-that was my driving force.








 He began to grunt and squeeze me so tight as he rolled over me; his fat prick still buried deep inside my invaded hole.







 He started pounding my hole hot and hard without mercy as he moaned and began to shiver uncontrollably. His penis began to pulsate angrily on my walls as he baptised my intestine with his juice.





After a long pause, he continued to thrust. This time very slowly. Nnmadi fucked me nice and slow for another 15 minutes at a stretch and came the second time.








Meanwhile, I had cum heavily but my dick was still hard and i didn’t feel any exhaustion like I usually do whenever I came.






 As Nnamdi removed his penis from my newly disvirgined hole, there was blood on his dick and on the bed sheet.







He brought a towel (after boiling water with his ring boiler) and massaged my hole afterwards, i took painkiller and slept off.



While I slept, I dreamt that Nnamdi was fucking me and I came. Only for me to wake up in the middle of the night  and realised I had a wet dream.








He was laughing at me when I told him of the dream i had as I changed my boxers . His cock was super hard and so was mine.








 He told me he wanted to release like me so I lubricated my laps and he fucked it until he came.







 As I laid on the bed, Nnamdi came to lie on my back (after cleaning himself up) and told me that my hole is too sweet.







 I jokingly told him to lick it if he was sure it was sweet and to my surprise, he did.






 He opened my ass and sucked my wounded hole so well to the point I began begging him to fuck me. He refused at first but i insisted.








 Lying flat on my back and crushing me with his weight, he slipped his fat penis inside me again.





 The sex was so nice and slow. I didn’t know If he came or not because he kept thrusting so slowly that I eventually slept off.









 For the next one week, we fucked multiple rounds every day.









 He finally got paid and just as he assured, i was given my transport back to school. When I got back to school, I was over joyed that my ATM card was still in the pocked of the trouser I had worn earlier; the day before I left for Aba. Assuming it was in my wallet, Franklyn would have threatened me for my pin and drained my account.




I didn’t see Franklyn again and didn’t bother to look for him. He didn’t exist to me after what he did.
Unfortunately, I learned he passed away over last festive (Christmas) period.



 Nnamdi and I are still best friends and try to see when we can.






 Written by
Ambrose.