ONE MANS POISON, ANOTHER MANS MEAT
David is my best friend and we both are like two sides of a coin.
Except for our sexuality and absolute adoration for Beyoncé, we had nothing in common. From our taste of clothing to men, nothing matched.
I liked older men and muscular razz street boys. While David, on the other hand, even as a bottom, had a thing for fine soft (ajebota) boys.
One day, when he came visiting me, his phone rang but he rolled his eyes and ignored it when he saw the who the caller was.
I teased him by calling him a whore and said that it was one of his client needing his services. I was surprised when he told me it was an old man who sold suya along his street that had being on his case. When i asked him if the man was gay, he said he suspected because he always referred to him as "nyarinya" whenever he saw him.
"All these old men that won't look for their type. Looking for who to wound with their big penis" he added irritability.
I asked how the man got his number and he said he got it from his cousin.
Another major difference between myself and David was love for big dick. David feared big dick more than death. While i; on the other hand, was the crowned size queen of the nine realms.
I asked how he knew the man had a big dick and he told me that there was a time he was buying suya and the man purposely made a gesture for him to see the print of his erection through his khaftan.
"Such a bloody pervert' he added. Clearly disgusted.
"A perverted old man with a big dick????!!!!...are you fucking kidding????" I couldn't believe my ears. David was such a jerk for not telling me about this man until now. He knew very well those were my spec.
I pestered David to describe what the man looked like as well as the size of the dick print he saw and as he described, my mouth watered uncontrollably.
When David left, I began to analyze the information I had been given. First, was the word "nyarinya". From the little hausa I know, nyarinya meant "wife" and one thing i was certain that led to that name was David's feminity. And putting the puzzle together, it was obvious whoever this man was , had a thing feminine men. Perfect!!!!!
Few days later, after a nice shower, i oiled and perfumed my skin, glossed my lips, used some mascara to give my lashes some volume and wore a singlet that did nothing to cover my large nipples (which i had pegged an hour earlier to make them very exaggerated). I wore a nice tight bump shorts that perfectly highlighted my fat ass.
Certain I was Looking like a tasty meal, I got into my car and drove to David's street. There were couple of suya men along his street (which was pretty long) and none of them seemed to fit the description David spoke about. I eventually came across a tall elderly looking man with very broad shoulders speaking hausa on the phone situated at a corner. I prayed he was the one because he was exactly the kind of daddy i needed in my life.
I found a parking spot and made my way towards his stand. When I got there, I wore my perfect smile and greeted him in Hausa. He just starred at me as if i fell from heaven. This was damn easier than I thought . I gave him a flirtatious smile and he smiled back.
"Fine oga...wetin be your name?" He asked as he heated the stakes i had selected on a barbecue stand of burning coal and wood. I told my name as I stylishy pinched my nipples so that he could have a good look at them.
He nervously looked around and smiled back at me like a kid in a candy store. This man was turning me on like crazy and I could swear I was too. As he was wrapping my suya, a group of men showed up and one looked at me with a sort of disgust.
Damn!!!! Bad timing.
I quickly said goodbye and walked to my car. Last thing i wanted was to get harassed just because I looked like a real Nigerian fairy.
It rained heavily the next day so I couldn't stop over to see him.
I almost was tempted to ask David for his number but I didn't want to involve him.
Once again, I drove down to his spot and boy o boy was he happy to see me. He gave me more suya than I paid for and requested for my number which I gave him.
I had barely reached my car when my phone rang.
"Na Alahaji Yahaya be this" he said with glee.
"Which side your house dey?" He asked almost immediately.
Now; that was my kind of man. A straight shooter with no time for long talk or toasting. I told him where I lived and he was surprised because it was quite a distant. He started asking if there wasn't a suya spot around my neighborhood but I told him my sister lived around the street he was located.
"You don marry?" He asked.
I told him i was single and asked him if he was. He told me his wife died in 1992. I didnt want to probe further into his marital life so I didn't ask more questions. But funny enough, he simply went ahead and said he didnt take a second wife (maybe be thought it would be a concern to me) . He told me about his two sons who were married and lived in the north with their families. He was so excited when he spoke about his grand children and all I could do was share his joy and immerse myself in the sound of his rich youth baritone voice .
I was surprised he was a grandfather because he didnt look it at all. Perhaps he must have had children at a very early age.
"You get man friend?" He asked.
I told him i didn't. And truly, i didn't. When i asked him if he did, he said "no". But however, he mentioned he once had an affair with someone called musa when he lived in kano a long time ago.
According to him, its been over 10 years ago musa left for Saudi and they hadn't spoken or seen since his departure. He also mentioned how nobody found him appealing because he was old and sold suya. I felt sad for him hearing this.
When I asked him what he does when he feels like having sex, he told me he uses his hand. He also expressed his fear for contacting diseases from sex (STD) because according to him, the news he hears from BBC hausa regarding infections among people of this present generation were discouraging.
He also insisted that before we do anything, we should both go for test to make sure we didn't have any disease. At first I wanted to refused but because I knew I had nothing to hide, I told him i was willing.
I started sex talking him by asking him if he likes to kiss and get sucked. He started to laugh and told me I was making his body stand. He asked me what i enjoyed in bed and I began listing all my nasty bed habits.
When I told him i loved getting rimmed, he informed me he hadn't done such before but was willing to do it if it made me happy.
When i asked him if he has a big dick, he replied by asking if i liked big dicks. I told him i did and he laughed. He told me his bura (Hausa word for penis) is very big and hopes I won't run away when i see it.
I laughed and told him i will handle it very well.
He asked me if i stayed alone and I said "yes". We scheduled a day to go to a clinic. An old classmate ran one so myself and Yahaya went to get tested. We were both clear and he was super excited.
We fixed another date for him to know my house and of course, do all those wicked things I love daddies to do to me.
Also, may I add that Yahaya and I began speaking several times daily. He was so into me as much as I was into him. He was extremely kind and so loving that I felt completely safe with him.
On the D-day, I drove to a location we had agreed to meet. We had both decided to take a complete 3 days off from our work. I called in sick and he told his relatives (whom he lived with) that he had an important journey to make.
As expected, he was waiting for me and after picking him, we drove to my apartment. Daddy didn't even let me breath once we were behind closed doors. He took me into his strong arms and hugged me so tight. He held me to his chest for a very long time. There was no kissing or anything lustful. It was just a warm loving embrace.
When he finally let me go after what felt like forever, he was smiling happily with teary eyes. I could tell this grown man was in love without a second thought. Hoisting myself on my toes, I pecked him on his lips. He tilted his head slightly backwards grinned like a child as his two large hands cupped my face. He just starred at me for a brief moment and then, our lips met. Tongues and lips entwined passionately for a long sweet moment before we finally disengaged.
I told him to relax and have a seat but to my surprise, Yahaya began undressing. He took off his shoes (he wore sketchers) and removed his brown brocade top and white singlet (which he hung on the edge of the door). I couldn't help but stare at the rich blackness of his body.
As he undid the string of his trouser and removed them, my eyes darted to his crotch. He wore a very large underwear (boxers) and before I could start guessing if the size of dick print i was seeing was real or just my mind playing tricks, he unfastened the string on its waist and removed his underwear.
HOLY FUCK!!!!! my eyes almost fell out of my head. Yahaya's penis was ENERMOUS!!!!
very black (darker than his already dark body), silky smooth, extremy thick and too long. My ass hole squeezed involuntarily in protest. Am sure if my man hole had legs or wings, it would have dissapeared instantly for its dear life.
He smiled at me as he swung it proudly.
"You like am?" He asked.
I didn't know what to say because I was speechless.
"How can a human being possibly have such a dick?" I asked in disbelief as I saw myself float towards It as if drawn by an unknown force. The next thing I knew, i was holding his hot throbbing dick in both my hand. It was so big that my hands neither could fully grasp its girth nor occupy the entire length of it. (Infact, it could only occupy almost half of its length).
The cap of his dick was marvelous. It was shiny smooth, very black and thick. I humbly went down on my knees and took his grotesquely huge phallus in my mouth. Sucking and forcing more of his meat inside my throat as I wanked the rest of his pole. I could make out young sprouts of grey hair on his shaved pubic region and not one razor bump was in sight.
I had barely sucked him for 5 minutes when he edged me up, turned me around, parted my fat ass cheeks and started to eat my hole. The more I moaned, the more he intensified his rimming. He gave me over 30 minutes of heavenly ass feasting afterwhich, he came to my ear and whispered - "i want pok (fuck in hausa accent)".
Leading him to the bedroom, i lubricated and fingered my fuck hole as i handed him the lube which he rubbed on his heavyweight manhood. I had barely laid on my back and raised my legs when he hurriedly decended on me. He was so fast and aimed right because, before I could tell him to wait so that I could adjust to the pain, he was already sliding deep inside my very slippery hole.
Except for our sexuality and absolute adoration for Beyoncé, we had nothing in common. From our taste of clothing to men, nothing matched.
I liked older men and muscular razz street boys. While David, on the other hand, even as a bottom, had a thing for fine soft (ajebota) boys.
One day, when he came visiting me, his phone rang but he rolled his eyes and ignored it when he saw the who the caller was.
I teased him by calling him a whore and said that it was one of his client needing his services. I was surprised when he told me it was an old man who sold suya along his street that had being on his case. When i asked him if the man was gay, he said he suspected because he always referred to him as "nyarinya" whenever he saw him.
"All these old men that won't look for their type. Looking for who to wound with their big penis" he added irritability.
I asked how the man got his number and he said he got it from his cousin.
Another major difference between myself and David was love for big dick. David feared big dick more than death. While i; on the other hand, was the crowned size queen of the nine realms.
I asked how he knew the man had a big dick and he told me that there was a time he was buying suya and the man purposely made a gesture for him to see the print of his erection through his khaftan.
"Such a bloody pervert' he added. Clearly disgusted.
"A perverted old man with a big dick????!!!!...are you fucking kidding????" I couldn't believe my ears. David was such a jerk for not telling me about this man until now. He knew very well those were my spec.
I pestered David to describe what the man looked like as well as the size of the dick print he saw and as he described, my mouth watered uncontrollably.
When David left, I began to analyze the information I had been given. First, was the word "nyarinya". From the little hausa I know, nyarinya meant "wife" and one thing i was certain that led to that name was David's feminity. And putting the puzzle together, it was obvious whoever this man was , had a thing feminine men. Perfect!!!!!
Few days later, after a nice shower, i oiled and perfumed my skin, glossed my lips, used some mascara to give my lashes some volume and wore a singlet that did nothing to cover my large nipples (which i had pegged an hour earlier to make them very exaggerated). I wore a nice tight bump shorts that perfectly highlighted my fat ass.
Certain I was Looking like a tasty meal, I got into my car and drove to David's street. There were couple of suya men along his street (which was pretty long) and none of them seemed to fit the description David spoke about. I eventually came across a tall elderly looking man with very broad shoulders speaking hausa on the phone situated at a corner. I prayed he was the one because he was exactly the kind of daddy i needed in my life.
I found a parking spot and made my way towards his stand. When I got there, I wore my perfect smile and greeted him in Hausa. He just starred at me as if i fell from heaven. This was damn easier than I thought . I gave him a flirtatious smile and he smiled back.
"Fine oga...wetin be your name?" He asked as he heated the stakes i had selected on a barbecue stand of burning coal and wood. I told my name as I stylishy pinched my nipples so that he could have a good look at them.
He nervously looked around and smiled back at me like a kid in a candy store. This man was turning me on like crazy and I could swear I was too. As he was wrapping my suya, a group of men showed up and one looked at me with a sort of disgust.
Damn!!!! Bad timing.
I quickly said goodbye and walked to my car. Last thing i wanted was to get harassed just because I looked like a real Nigerian fairy.
It rained heavily the next day so I couldn't stop over to see him.
I almost was tempted to ask David for his number but I didn't want to involve him.
Once again, I drove down to his spot and boy o boy was he happy to see me. He gave me more suya than I paid for and requested for my number which I gave him.
I had barely reached my car when my phone rang.
"Na Alahaji Yahaya be this" he said with glee.
"Which side your house dey?" He asked almost immediately.
Now; that was my kind of man. A straight shooter with no time for long talk or toasting. I told him where I lived and he was surprised because it was quite a distant. He started asking if there wasn't a suya spot around my neighborhood but I told him my sister lived around the street he was located.
"You don marry?" He asked.
I told him i was single and asked him if he was. He told me his wife died in 1992. I didnt want to probe further into his marital life so I didn't ask more questions. But funny enough, he simply went ahead and said he didnt take a second wife (maybe be thought it would be a concern to me) . He told me about his two sons who were married and lived in the north with their families. He was so excited when he spoke about his grand children and all I could do was share his joy and immerse myself in the sound of his rich youth baritone voice .
I was surprised he was a grandfather because he didnt look it at all. Perhaps he must have had children at a very early age.
"You get man friend?" He asked.
I told him i didn't. And truly, i didn't. When i asked him if he did, he said "no". But however, he mentioned he once had an affair with someone called musa when he lived in kano a long time ago.
According to him, its been over 10 years ago musa left for Saudi and they hadn't spoken or seen since his departure. He also mentioned how nobody found him appealing because he was old and sold suya. I felt sad for him hearing this.
When I asked him what he does when he feels like having sex, he told me he uses his hand. He also expressed his fear for contacting diseases from sex (STD) because according to him, the news he hears from BBC hausa regarding infections among people of this present generation were discouraging.
He also insisted that before we do anything, we should both go for test to make sure we didn't have any disease. At first I wanted to refused but because I knew I had nothing to hide, I told him i was willing.
I started sex talking him by asking him if he likes to kiss and get sucked. He started to laugh and told me I was making his body stand. He asked me what i enjoyed in bed and I began listing all my nasty bed habits.
When I told him i loved getting rimmed, he informed me he hadn't done such before but was willing to do it if it made me happy.
When i asked him if he has a big dick, he replied by asking if i liked big dicks. I told him i did and he laughed. He told me his bura (Hausa word for penis) is very big and hopes I won't run away when i see it.
I laughed and told him i will handle it very well.
He asked me if i stayed alone and I said "yes". We scheduled a day to go to a clinic. An old classmate ran one so myself and Yahaya went to get tested. We were both clear and he was super excited.
We fixed another date for him to know my house and of course, do all those wicked things I love daddies to do to me.
Also, may I add that Yahaya and I began speaking several times daily. He was so into me as much as I was into him. He was extremely kind and so loving that I felt completely safe with him.
On the D-day, I drove to a location we had agreed to meet. We had both decided to take a complete 3 days off from our work. I called in sick and he told his relatives (whom he lived with) that he had an important journey to make.
As expected, he was waiting for me and after picking him, we drove to my apartment. Daddy didn't even let me breath once we were behind closed doors. He took me into his strong arms and hugged me so tight. He held me to his chest for a very long time. There was no kissing or anything lustful. It was just a warm loving embrace.
When he finally let me go after what felt like forever, he was smiling happily with teary eyes. I could tell this grown man was in love without a second thought. Hoisting myself on my toes, I pecked him on his lips. He tilted his head slightly backwards grinned like a child as his two large hands cupped my face. He just starred at me for a brief moment and then, our lips met. Tongues and lips entwined passionately for a long sweet moment before we finally disengaged.
I told him to relax and have a seat but to my surprise, Yahaya began undressing. He took off his shoes (he wore sketchers) and removed his brown brocade top and white singlet (which he hung on the edge of the door). I couldn't help but stare at the rich blackness of his body.
As he undid the string of his trouser and removed them, my eyes darted to his crotch. He wore a very large underwear (boxers) and before I could start guessing if the size of dick print i was seeing was real or just my mind playing tricks, he unfastened the string on its waist and removed his underwear.
HOLY FUCK!!!!! my eyes almost fell out of my head. Yahaya's penis was ENERMOUS!!!!
very black (darker than his already dark body), silky smooth, extremy thick and too long. My ass hole squeezed involuntarily in protest. Am sure if my man hole had legs or wings, it would have dissapeared instantly for its dear life.
He smiled at me as he swung it proudly.
"You like am?" He asked.
I didn't know what to say because I was speechless.
"How can a human being possibly have such a dick?" I asked in disbelief as I saw myself float towards It as if drawn by an unknown force. The next thing I knew, i was holding his hot throbbing dick in both my hand. It was so big that my hands neither could fully grasp its girth nor occupy the entire length of it. (Infact, it could only occupy almost half of its length).
The cap of his dick was marvelous. It was shiny smooth, very black and thick. I humbly went down on my knees and took his grotesquely huge phallus in my mouth. Sucking and forcing more of his meat inside my throat as I wanked the rest of his pole. I could make out young sprouts of grey hair on his shaved pubic region and not one razor bump was in sight.
I had barely sucked him for 5 minutes when he edged me up, turned me around, parted my fat ass cheeks and started to eat my hole. The more I moaned, the more he intensified his rimming. He gave me over 30 minutes of heavenly ass feasting afterwhich, he came to my ear and whispered - "i want pok (fuck in hausa accent)".
Leading him to the bedroom, i lubricated and fingered my fuck hole as i handed him the lube which he rubbed on his heavyweight manhood. I had barely laid on my back and raised my legs when he hurriedly decended on me. He was so fast and aimed right because, before I could tell him to wait so that I could adjust to the pain, he was already sliding deep inside my very slippery hole.
It was as if his penis pushed all the contents of my stomach to chest. I almost ran mad. I was about to let out a scream when suddenly, his stuck his tongue in my mouth. Instead of pushing him away, Surprisingly, I saw myself sucking his tongue and grabbing him so tight as he drove his hammer further into my now worn out cunt.
He had a very awkward thrusting. He will withdraw his dick half way out, push it back inside and press his dick so hard inside me until all his tensed muscles shook as he squeezed me along. He will remain in such tense position for serial minutes before repeating. Each pressing more deeper and harder than the last.
He kept doing this over and over until he began to writhe and moan into my mouth while holding me in a crushing embrace. No doubt he had cum.
When his spasm relaxed, he withdrew his pole from my hole.
"Kai !!!!! You sweet well-well" he panted as he made his way to the bathroom.
I felt sharp pains on my waist as I stood up from the bed. When I looked at the sheets, I was shocked to see a massive patch of stain on my sheet as if someone has urinated or something. I felt my ass hole and it was full of so much juice that even, some ran down my legs. I guessed it would have been my ass juice and his sperm juice.
When I used the bathroom after him, he just stood naked at the bathroom door and smiled as he watched me shower. His penis looking like a fully mature black python.
We spent two days together indoors; cuddling, kissing and doing thigh sex. On the third day, i summoned courage to let him fuck me two rounds before morning.
Two weeks after we fucked, my body was very calm and I was most productive . Even at work, people were saying I was shinning and looking good. Obviously, it was getting fucked and flooded with mature sperm that gave me my glow.
Myself and Yahaya are still together and we both can't wait for Ramadan to be over.
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K. Dan
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