NO TURNING BACK

Am a very odd and unique type of bisexual man.

Let me explain…


Sometimes , I don’t feel Jack shit for either men or women (this can go on for months un-end) and then when I meet someone (mostly female) , my gay genes automatically switches off… but then, I completely loose interest in them (females) in a  very short period of time.



My “gay part" ( which is almost non existent) is the most weird. I am rarely attracted to guys and I really don’t have “a type". Absolutely anything completely unknown to me can catch my eye and when I fall, I fall hopelessly  foolish… more intense (than with females).




But such situation is “ultra rare".




My current finacee is the only female who has managed to stay the longest ( as long as my attention span with women is concerned) and it was because of that, I concluded that I might as well get married to her .




Am not a religious person and  I don’t go to church. And this has been a big issue between my girl and I. She was very involved in the whole church thing and will nag and bug me endlessly over it .



 I hated it.



Finally, I decided to attend for the sake of peace and  It was that day I was struck by lighting.



All through the church service, I Refused to participate. I didn’t dance, jump, clap or tell my neighbor whatever it was the pastor had ordered us to say.  I just sat down and wanted to go back home and watch football or play my Ps game.



After church was over, my girl insisted I go to a room for welcoming first timers because she had few meetings to attend and rather than wait idly for her, I might as well keep myself busy.



Okay.


  Fine.



Reluctantly,  I went to the small room with other new comers and shortly after, a lady entered to address us. She was tall like a model and wore a dress that desperately clung to her while emphasizing all her assets  provocatively. In my mind, I had already concluded that she was the bait these new generation churches use to get all the men hooked…all the men asides me.



As she welcomed us, she also informed us that she would be joined shortly by “ a brother”.


I rolled my eyes irritably.



I brought out my phone and was idly going through my social media when a smooth deep voice said -"can we put away our phones for a moment?”



I didn’t look up.



“Brother in red shirt…please can you put away your phone?” the voice said.



My blood boiled to 100°instantly. I  hoped whoever was talking wasn’t referring to me because I wore red shirt and was on my phone.





 I was ready to give someone a black eye when I looked up. But when I saw who was speaking, my hot blood instantly became iced to the point it stopped my breathing .




Starring right at me were the most gorgeous  eyes and cutest face I have ever seen.



Let me try to explain what he looked like that day.



He was average height and had more flesh than muscle  ( I could tell from his torso that he worked out). He had a broad chest that faintly hid his man boobs and large nipples ( that seductively poked the fabric of his shirt).


 His complexion  was a light shade of  brown that perfectly highlighted his piercing honey brown eyes which hid behind a pair of medicated glasses. He was hairy in a very smooth way and had a generous amount of natural  grey hair sprinkled all over rich black sporting waves.




I was speechless….completely lost in confusion As we locked eyes.



His stare was firm and was almost intimidating but i held my ground...i refused to cower.




Everyone was looking at me as if i was the devil sent .... so i quietly put away my phone. Suddenly, the guys eyes left mine and diverted to my crotch. I almost fainted with embarassment. 



My dick was already standing in my trouser and he’d seen it before I even noticed.



I had to cross my leg immediately.



He introduced himself to us as EFFANGA and then, they (him and the lady) began their ‘obviously rehearsed’ speech. They took turns in completing each others sentences as they talked about the church. It all felt so “secondary school-ish".



I couldn’t concentrate on whatever they where saying. This dude already had me wrapped around his fingers and there was nothing I, and my now strong penis could do about it.



At first I was afraid that he might assume I was gay because I had gotten erect but then, anything could have caused my erection.




“What if he’s gay?” I thought…



“He looked at my crotch…he has to be gay" I pondered further.



After the welcoming , we were given a form to fill and light refreshments. The cake was extremely delicious and just as I was wondering where they must have gotten it from, the tall model like lady loudly announced- “just so you know, brother Effanga is the one who baked the cake. Please feel free to meet him for your cattering needs". As she spoke, the handsome man took a comical bow.



“WOW!!! Not only was he cute. He also knows how to cook (and bake). 

Thing is; am quite a foodie so, it’s easy to get to my heart if you can cook.



(Unfortunately, my girlfriend doesn’t know how to cook and this is one major issue I have with her)



Call me a chauvinist…..its nothing new.



Just as I was wondering if he was good with native food,  he announced that  he makes African dishes as well and his business number was attached at the base of the pack which contained the cake.



JACK POT!!!!


I finally had a way to reach him.



I slid the paper that contained his business number into my pocket.





The next couple of days wasn't easy for me.



Beign a rational over thinker, i began to analyize everything....i knew i had begun to grow feelings for this guy and was considering hitting him up. But if it turned out he wasn't into men, it would devastate me and i hated to think about the possibility. Part of me kept insisting he was (gay)...after all, a man will not look at another man's crotch if he wasnt interested in what was there.



His face and body was constantly on repeat-play  in the screen of my mind. The more i thought about him, the more i longed to touch his body , kiss his pink lips and feel his soft hairy body. My dick also, was more in need of him than my mind was.




I first looked him up on the face book name on the card but when i did, the profile was strictly based on his business ( cooking and baking). There where mostly photos of assorted sumptious food and cakes that came with loads of comments. The only picture of him (which i didn't hesitate to save) where very few. Though he looked picture perfect, it was nothing compared to what he looked like in real life.



 I began searching for his main account but all to no avail. Seemed he didnt have one or might have put it on secret mode.





i started "liking" the photos of the meals at first (hoping he will notice me). But he didn't acknowledge. About a week later, I now dropped a message in his inbox just complimenting the cakes he made for the first timers the previous sunday and when the response came (almost 24 hours later), i was a bit discouraged. It was very formal and bland. I tried starting a conversation with him by asking how he learned how to cook ( with hopes that it will create room for communication).



He told me it was a natural flare and encouraged i patronise him. The chat ended almost as soon as it begun. Guess he wasn't in the mood or i was boring.






Few days after our chat, i was still desperate so i dropped him a message asking what type of soups he made,how much they went for and if he does home deliveries or would prefer his client come pick up the food.



When he replied asking for my number and after i gave him, he  called me with a number that wasn't  on his complimentary card. His voice was so smooth yet; firm and full of personality. He told me their prices, asked me of my preference in terms of protein ( fish, beef or assorted) and i asked him to make a choice for me (which he laughed to). As we chatted, i chipped in the phone incident at the church and told him i apologised if he felt offended. To my surprise, he told me he already knew who i was from the day i liked the photos on his business profile on facebook.



I asked after his main facebook account but he told me he deactivated it when he opened his business account. I got to realise he called with his private line (which he told me was against his ethics) and i respected that he regarded me that much.




We started chatting on whatsapp daily and it became an addiction. We started telling each other about our every day movement including how our day went. Business wasn't that great for him and even though he had such great talent and was a graduate, he wanted a regular job because he needed to be independent.




I began doing my best to see he got a job including remodelling his CV and pushing buttons in my office (since i worked in the HR department) to ensure he got a position.




One day,we where doing our usual video call on whatsapp and he was lying down on his bed. From the way he layed and the angle he held his phone, i could see the fleshy mound of his ass and this made my cock rage.  Since we started getting friendly, i had not asked him if he truly noticed my erection when i attended his church. And Just when i was about asking him, he asked if i could be honest with him about a question he wanted to ask me.....



when i gave him the "go ahead", he asked me what gave me an erection in church.





DAMN!!! he got me first.




We had a good laugh and friendly arguement because i tried denying while asking him what took his eyes to my crotch.




"bro you are very big sha...." he added.




I got a big dick no doubt and if its gets hard, its length and girth is very much impossible to hide.



I told him he caused the erection.



"HOW?!!!" he asked excitedly......




i told him i could not explain the chemistry i felt that day.




He told me he felt it too.... but suddenly, his mood changed. I asked him what was wrong but he wouldn't tell me. As i pressured him, he started to cry and ended the call. I called him back but he didnt pick. After a while, his phone was switched off. My head exploded in my heart. I literally started to panic. I sent several text messages and he didnt reply.




It was after three days of hell that he reached me and appologised over his behaviour. He invited me over to his house for lunch and promised to cook my favourite soup to make it up to me over his behaviour. Even though i was really upset over his shutting me off, i agreed to go.





He lived with his elder sister's family and when i arrived, i was instantly treated like family.





His food was beyond delicious. I had to take some food in plastic containers because they tasted so good.





As he saw me off to my car, i begged him for a kiss. He hesitated for a while and then we kissed.




I felt something break beyond repair in my soul as my spirit left my body. A new knowing washed over me that made me feel like crying to express the overwhelming joy.





As we hugged tightly, I felt the softness of his body. After a while,he withdrew himself from my arms. His mood changed again. He wanted to walk out on me but i held his hands and demanded he tells me what was his problem.





He told me that his first love broke his heart and even though its over a year it happened, he hadn't gotten over the pain. As he spoke, he began to sob.




He told me he had given up on love and has given his life to God. He told me he was sorry because he could not give me whatever it was i wanted.





I couldn't believe myself that night. I begged him to give me a chance to love him. I was surprised i began quoting scriptures (i had no idea how i remembered) on why he should have a little faith in love.....i could tell he was really damaged. He told me he will think about it and we parted ways.




For the next couple of days, he seemed so different. He was now more alive and very expressive with me.




One day, while away for a business assignment and we were video calling, he asked me how big my dick was and i told him it was roughly above 10iches and thick. He doubted me and insisted i showed him.



Normally, i dont like cam-sex and all that cybe reality shit. I like it physical and direct. But because he was now my kryptonite, i had no choice but to do his bidding (which is 100% unlike me). I watched as his eyes grew in horror as he asked who was going to take my dick. I jokingly told him it would be him and he began to tease me with insults. I asked to see his ass. He was so shy to show me but eventually he did.




GOODNESS!!!


 his ass was extremely beautiful. It was big, had smooth hairs that laid flat on the bouncy soft ass and perfectly rounded. I couldnt help myself as i began to wank. When he parted his soft ass to reveal a very clean pink ass hole, i felt electricity shoot all over my body as i bursted my nuts. I was beyond captivated by his spell. and definately had fallen in love with everything about him...including his mind.






Two days later,Effanga sent me a long message telling me he doesnt want anything to do with me and that we should remain just friends. He pointed out that my having a girlfriend / fiancee was the same predicament he faced because his ex left him to get married. He (his ex) was his first and only gay expereince and unfortunately, didn't tell him his relationship status. He told me it would be wicked of him to come inbetween myself and my girlfriend and begged me to forget him.





I was so furious that i smashed my phone by throwing it on the wall. I almost ran mad. I was broken and heavy hearted. I was literally shaking from a strange fever. "Effanga you cant do this to me" was all kept saying as i sank to the floor.




I tried calling him but he didnt pick.




I became a zombie that even my girlfriend (who had began suspecting something was going on from the day she saw food in the freezer ( she assumed a girl has started cooking for me)) began to wonder what was going on.



One day i was on my phone just going through Effanga's facebook business account (my only means of keeping track of him) without knowing that my nosey girlfriend was right behind me.





"ohhh...this guy is in my church....do you know him?" she asked me.


 I quickly covered up myself with the lie that i had just stumbled on the complimentary card given to us first timers and decided to check it up.




"let it be that its only checking o....because so many stories are going on about him. How can such a fine guy not have a girlfriend after seeing all these sisters in church throwing themselves on him?" She said. I told her that maybe he knows that church people are mostly hypocrites (a name i labell religious people).


"at least a hypocrite is better than a fag.." her voice laced with a deep scorn.




"what do you mean?" i asked her.




She began telling me how all these fine boys of today are gay and looking  for who to convert into their cult.




I could not believe my ears. I didn't hesitate to blast her. I was so furious at her shallow mindedness that by the time i was done, she was lost for words.



"This one that you are defending him....hmmmmm...assuming we werent together, i would have suspected you" .





THAT WAS IT!!!!!



The bulb that was on for her in my life just blew and there was complete darkness in the room she occupied in my life.




I asked her if she had somewhere to go because i wanted to go out and lock "my house". She watched me with opened mouth. I wasn't smiling or joking.



She started asking me if my behaviour was because of the girl that comes to give me food. She began to pray and speak in tongues as she began binding the witch/ "strange woman" who has given me love portion etc. Being the sarcastic man that i am, i kept answering "amen" as i dressed up while she prayed.



She knows how i hated all these religious jargons, yet she was displaying it.




As i was about taking my car keys, she threatened that if i walk out of the house,it will be over between us.



That was when truth started coming out. She told me to my face that i was an unbeliever and she; a born again cannot be equally yoked with me. She told me there are spirit filled brothers who are ready to take her to the alter meanwhile am thinking am doing her favour by dating her. She told me i didnt have what it takes to take care of her as a woman asides having a big dick.


I just couldnt believe my ears. I reminded her that since she claims she is a "born again", she should not forget to add "fornicator" to her title because she has been fucking a man who isn't her husband. She went crazy and began packing her belongings and breaking some of the things ( like ornaments) she bought in my house. I just watched her display. But while she was at it, i warned her not to touch any of my things or else it will be her corpse they will find.




About 30 minutes later, she was gone. I felt a big blow in my chest that immidiately triggered my asthma...it had been a while i had a crisis and i didnt have an inhaler at time. Effanga was also asthmatic so i frantically texted him to come to my house immidiately because i was having an attack.





Thank goodness he called immediately and as i spoke to him, i started wheezing seriously and i could sense the panic in his voice. He told me he was nearby doing some food deliveries and will be coming immediately.




Few minutes later, he arrived.  Completely shocked at the devastation he met, he asked me what happened and i told him who was responsible.



 Praise God i didnt die (as i thought i would). He stayed back and made me pepper soup. As he cradled me in his arms, i begged him not to leave me....i just felt hopeless. My fiancee had walked out on me and also the man whom i had started to love like no other.




He told me he wasnt going anywhere and that comforted me. I finally drifted to sleep in his arms.



The next morning, i woke up to see many missed calls and text messages from friends and family (even my mum). My fiancee had told them i pushed her out of the house and beaten her up. All they wanted to know was what she did wrong to warrant me to act that way.   JESUS!!!!



this was madness.




Effanga urged me not reply but rather focus on my recovery.






Because of me, he cancelled all his appointments just to ensure I was properly taken care of. For the 3 days he was in my house, I saw a whole different personality of him. I can be very overbearing and can be a bigot (most times) but my bullshit didn't cross his path. He had zero tolerance and didn't hesitate to  put me in place. For the first time in my life I had "a boss" and it really felt great. 




Also, he seemed to know me like the back of his hand. He knew my next move and could even guess what i was thinking without me having to say anything.


Living with him felt so natural that i asked him to move in with me since i lived in a 2 bed room flat all by myself...but he refused; insisting that we needed more time to get to know each other more. I had no choice but to reason with him and understand the practicality of things.





One night when we both where sleeping, power was restored so I had to get up to turn off the generator as well as turn on the air conditioner and fridge. When I returned back to the bedroom, Effanga was still fast asleep. He was half naked (had just his boxers). I just stood there transfixed as i gazed at his lovely smooth body and plumpy bubble butt.





In the few days he was with me, we had not done anything sexual. I was too sick to even think about such. But seeing him in that moment in his sleeping postion aroused me so much that my dick was already stretching the fabric of my underwear. I really wanted him...there and then.



I laid next to him and began caressing his smooth hairy naked back. He stirred gently and asked me if i was okay...and i told him i loved him.



He turned and looked at me.



We starred at each other for what seemed like forever before he replied..."i know. And i know you know i do.."





In that instant, i didnt care if my sickness was going to kill me..i wanted him...i wanted to be inside him....very deep inside him.



He looked at me oddly as if he knew i had something in mind.




"Are you okay?" he asked.




i told him i was okay...just that i badly needed to fuck him.





His eyes grew wide with surprise.




"Fuck me with what? with that your trialer dick? You want to kill me?"



Before he could finish speaking, i took his pink lips in my mouth and began to kiss him...and he kissed me back with more passion. Our kiss was so slow but yet very intense. His moans while we kissed blew my mind..i didnt know when i pulled off my undies and ripped off his.


If i could eat him that day i would have.


I sucked his sweet man boob nipples, licked every single inch of his body...including his armpit ( which i rubbed my face on and sucked), toes and most importantly, his sweet hairy ass. I sniffed, licked and smeared my face all over the sumptious wonder of his ass.




Rimming usually has NEVER been my thing...infact, i have NEVER done that until that day. To say i ate his ass is an understatement. I chop am turn-turn wella.




He was just moaning and talking rubbish as my tounge serviced his hole. When i touched his hole, it was so soft and relaxed.



I got my lubricant (which i usually use to wank) and rubbed it on both our pleasure instrument.



I could see anxiety in my lovers eyes so i leaned over him and kissed his lips gently while whispering to him that i got him and would be gentle. As i spoke to him while we kissed, my hand was already guiding my dick into his hole.




He flinched a bit and i told him to be calm, look into my eyes and relax his body.



He did.



At that moment, i felt his ass hole give way to my probbing fat dick head so i gently pushed deeper some more.




He gasped and clenched his hole which almost removed my dick head from inside it. But i was quick enough.


I pushed further into his hole in that instant to ensure that my dick didnt loose its already occupied position.





I urged him to relax and kissed him some more. As we kissed, i gently thrusted my way into his hole.



I could feel the sweet, soft warmth of his tightness wrap around my dick like a glove.



BLOODY HELL!!!!!!!!!




His hole was beyond excellent.




I couldnt help myself. I had to stop kissing him, pause and tell him that he was sweeter than anything and anyone i had ever exprienced in all my years of living.


He laughed and told me i was teasing. But i was honest.




We looked into each other smiling as i gently pushed the remaining of my inches into his stomach. As i did, he gasped and dug his nails into the flesh of my back. I grabbed him and reached his mouth with mine.



The warmth of our flesh and the sweetness of my dick inside his hole was a feeling best described as celestial.




His nails dug deeper into the back of my flesh as if it were a means for him to expel the sensation he was feeling.


At a point, he grabbed the both mounds of my strong small ass (lol) and pushed it further into him. I took that as an indication that he needed more dick and i gave it to him.




I drove my cock into his hole with all the love in my heart as i watched the expression of his face as he laid under me.





I knew deep down in my heart he was the one. This love making had nothing to do with ejacualtion. It was a sort of communion in fellowship ( in lack of better words). I watched his man boobs, his fleshy gut, the ways his hairs laid smoothly on his body, his turgid throbbing dick that stood and complete attention ........ everything was just perfection to me.






As he spat on his hand and started wanking his dick, i stopped him. I wanted to do it for him....i didnt want him to do anything for himself...i wanted to be the one to take care of his needs no matter. I spat on my hand and began to stroke his average but thick dick.


He suddenly went wild. He arched his back and clenched his ass hole so tight that my dick literally felt stranglled. He scratched my back so hard ( that i could swear he had drawn blood) as he kept groaning loudly.




I knew he was almsot there so i increased my speed. I fucked him hard...so hard that my bed frame shook wildly. We both started roaring like possesed lions as we exploded our seeds.




As he shot his sperm all over our bodies, i released mine into his enitre human metabolism.




My ejaculation was so strong that for several seconds, my body trembled violently and i began having dizzy spells.





We held each other so tight...too weak to stand up to wash off. As i rolled off his soft body (i could tell my muscle and body mass was too heavy for him), he turned his back to me and instinctively, i took him in my arms. He held my still stiff dick and guided it back into his soft cum filled sweetness. I could feel my dick throb violently at the sensation it was feeling. He turned his heads towards me and we kissed for a long while. Eventually, we slept off..with my dick still buried deep inside him.






The next couple of days became almost unbearable for me (us). My family members and close friends began bombaring my phone and house. My fiancee also started begging me to forgive her and my mother ( as well as hers) are now involved in the whole pleading.





It now looks like am a bad person for refusing.





Effanga at some point tried talking me into leaving him and getting my fiancee back but i wouldn't take it from him AT ALL!!!!




I won't trade what we have for anyone or anything. Hopefully, my family and friends ( some of which i have started loosing) will move on and allow me have my peace.




My mother has asked me to show her the girl whose cooking has won me over but i keep coming up with stories.




Maybe one day, I will tell her that a man is the one who has won my heart and there is no going back

written by

Abel Z.