BEST OF THE BEST
Three years ago, I was at my parents who lived at the other side of town. Both were out of the country and some repairs needed to be made at home. But because we couldn't leave the house to total strangers, I decided to partly move to their ( my parents ) house until all repairs were made.
During that period, I attended a local branch of my church in the area and after the church service, I helped dropped off some members along my route. But there was this particular "christain brother" who i carried and I could swear on my life that he was queer and fancied me.
(No!! He wasn't fem or loud. Just the vibe I was getting from him)
I first sighted him during praise and worship and all through the session, he was starring at me.
He was clearly older than myself and was a total TDH (tall dark and handsome). From his pristine look, you could tell he was the type of "born again" who wanted to reflect his godliness in every possible way. Did I mention he was able bodied too? Thick and solid.
After the close of church, he approached me smilling nervously as he tried starting a conversation. Knowing fully well how this religious people can want to get into your business and begin forming "brother in christ" overnight, I gave him a bit of attitude. But he didn't back down. He just wouldn't stop trying to talk to me as I drove Even when I made it obvious I wasn't in the mood for a discussion. H
At some point, every one alighted except him. In my mind, I began to wonder if he was stylishly trying to know my house. I had to tell him point blank that I would have to drop him off immediately because I had somewhere else to go. Sweating and still smiling nervously, he accepted. Just as he was alighting from my car, he asked for my mobile number.
I gave him my old number I barely use (infact, the phone is constantly switched off). As he attempted to call me so I could save his number, I quickly told him I had a flat battery and drove off.
I didnt think of him until I went to the same church the following Sunday. Just as I entered the church, our eyes instantly met. I don't know how to explain this phenomenon. Out of the entire congregation, he was the very first person I spotted. He was smiling at me as if he had been looking foward to my coming.
All through the service , I fought hard not to look towards his direction but something kept pulling my attention towards him. After service, he came up to me and told me he had been trying to call me but my number wasn't going. I told him my phone had issues and assured him I would return his call once I fix it. I quickly dismissed him. Fortunately for me, he had some church meetings to attend so he didn't come along to be dropped over.
I didn't go to that church again after that Sunday because I had gone back to base. Many months passed and I forgot about this brother completely until one faithful day.
My car had issues and was still under repairs so, I was taking public transportation back home. Just as I was minding my business waiting for the bus while listening to slow hand by the pointer sisters with my ear piece, I felt someone tap me. Turning around, I was face to face with the man from the church. He was smiling as usual.
I didn't know what to do. Part of me was genuinely happy to see him and the other part was like -"really? !!!!! You again??"
My mama did not a rude idiot. I simply turned off my music, took off my ear piece and said hello. He asked about my car and why I hadn't been coming to church and I told him why. He told me he had just closed from work and was heading home. When he told me where he lived (I actually asked him) , it occurred to me that several busses going his route had passed us and he hadn't made any attempt to leave. Not like we were having a serious conversation.
Call it instinct but immediately, I knew this guy wanted me and wouldn't mind following me home. I too, on the other hand, was horny and found him attractive as well. Also, seeing him outside church removed the whole "brother in christ " vibe and made me feel all sorts of ungodly things for him.
"So, do you want to know my place?' I interjected in the middle of our discussion. Though he was thrown off balance, it was clear that I had requested something he too wanted/ thinking .
He became very nervous and began to sweat. I watched as he pulled out a neatly folded and well ironed white handkerchief and mopped his forehead and neck.
He began to stammer but I told him point blank that we were both adults. a clear insinuation that i wanted us to go to my house and fuck.
"so?" I pushed a bit further as I wore a blank face.
"Errmm....okay...if its not too late for you. Also you know I cannot go back to my house this night because it is very far.." he tried to explain while stuttering nervously.
Do you work on weekends? I asked
"No" he replied.
"Then why can't you sleep over at mine?"
His eyes became red and he began sweating profousely and smiling more nervous than ever.
"If that won't inconvenience you, it's fine" he said finally.
We got into a bus and I paid for both of us (even though he insisted to pay the bill). All through the ride home, our conversation kept becoming more interesting and I truly liked his mind and company. I got to know his name as Best.
The bus was dark so I took the opportunity to touch him. From placing my hands on this solid thighs all the way to his crotch. From the way he packed his dick, I couldn't hold his cock properly. I only could feel a solid mound. He held my hand the way a lover would and truthfully, in that moment, I felt a weird tingling/ energy/connection.
When we got home, I made us food and showed him the bathroom. After he finished bathing, I went next. By the time I came out, I realized he was still on his towel. I had forgotten to get him a change of clothing. As I was trying to pick up clothes for him from the wardrobe, I could feel his eyes on me. I left what I was doing, turned around and walked up to him.
He was literally trembling as I touched his hairy massive chest that was solid as a brick.
As I loosened his towel, he muttered silently that he hasn't done this before.
"Even with women?" I asked as my hand started stroking his now very turgid thick and deliciously long member.
"Yes" he whispered nervously. He was very embarrassed.
"I don't know... I just like you...I don't know " he muttered. His voice still trembling.
From the first day I saw Best, I knew he was innocent and naive so I could say for a fact he wasn't lying about being a virgin. Dude was literally shaking as I touched him.
Being the kind of person I am, and because I knew he was genuine, I couldn't take advantage or dared to be selfish with him.. especially when this was his first.
I whispered in his ear and told him I will make his first a memorable one as i urged him to relax. As I did so, I tongued the lobe of his ear and softly kissed the nape of his neck. He gave a soft moan and as his large hands touch my body, that was when our lips met.
We kissed very-very slowly and as each second passed, it became more slower , extremely deep and passionate. No doubt i could feel a current flow from my belly, to my toes and straight up to the crown of my head.
Every single inch of his body was explored with my tongue ever so delicately and his response was beautiful. Having Best gasp, moan and grunt as I worked on him that day still gives me an erection and makes me masturbate till this very day.
By the time I got to his penis after sucking and playing with his nipples, armpits, torsos and lips, his precum was already flowing like a fountain. I licked up all the juice including the ones that had dripped down his balls and then took him into the pleasure of my mouth. He grunted loudly, pulled my face to his and began kissing me deeply.
Once again, I continued with the mouth pleasuring and few minutes into my fellatio, he pulled me up and started sucking my dick. It was a terrible blow job so I asked him to stop for a moment.
After I grabbed my lube, I sat astride him as he sat up and began guiding him into me.
Boy , was it a struggle. I hadn't had a dick down my tunnel for close to 8 months so my ass was sealed like the gates of the garden of Eden after Adam and Eve were chased out.
Best was petrified as he watched me force his big pole into my hole. On several occassions he begged me to stop but I refused. He seemed more scared for my life than I was. Lmao.
Like I said, I was determined to pleasure this man. If this was his first sex and gay sex for that matter, I had to ensure It spelt J.O.Y for him.
Eventually, my hard work paid off. His tiger was finally trapped in my cage. As I waited for the pain to simmer into pleasure, Best kept apologising in a panic. I was now the one who began pleading with him to calm down while also assuring him everything was okay.
"Its okay baby....I love you inside of me...you're worth the pain baby...you're beautiful" I moaned seductively as I caressed his head full of hair and gently kissed his eyes, forehead, cheeks, hair etc.
"Do you love it baby?..do you love being inside me?" I asked as I began to feel his fat cock head tickle my g-spot . He told me he had never felt anything so good. Gosh!!! It felt so good to be stretched and occupied to the fullest. But most of all, hearing him confess to the sweetness of my hole was everything to me.
As we embraced in loving kiss, I began to ride his dick with sincere passion.
We moaned and spoke in heavenly tongue as we pleasured each other with the unity of our body parts. I asked him to suck my nipples and he did. The sensation of having a cock stretch your man pussy while your nipples are sucked simultaneously is a thrilling sensation (that is if your nipples are super sensitive like mine).
Best began to cry....as in shed real tears as he approached his climax. He shook violently and crushed me so tight as he sobbed loudly.
"Yes daddy...let it all go daddy....let that milk nourish me...yes daddy cum in me....give me new life" I moaned as I stroked his head like a mother would to her dear child. As I did, I slipped my hands down inbetween our stomach where my dick was positioned and wanked myself to climax as i felt his cock pulsate over and over...and over.
In the instance of my ejaculation, Best took the initiative to kiss me passionately and pinch my nipples. Guess he wanted to increase the pleasure for me.
It took Best several minutes to regain himself from the intensity of his climax. He felt so ashamed about his display of passion but I told him it was okay.
After I cleaned us up with a damp warm towel, we cuddled up and began to talk.
Best told me how he always felt differently and how he never found women sexually attractive from childhood. According to him, a pastor had told him it was a special anointing (indeed). But when he saw me, he felt something he had never felt before. Just so you know, Best was almost 40 at the time he had his first sex.
He didn't leave the next day. Infact, we left for work together from my house (he stayed until Monday). During work, he communicated all day and after work, he went to his house, got some few clothes and toiletries and came back to my house. We made sweet love every single night and spent the whole day kissing and cuddling. On weekends, we went to places together and enjoyed outdoors.
Everything felt so natural with Best. No expectations, no hidden agenda...infact, the friendship and brotherhood was authentic.
This went on for about a year plus until sometime in 2019. He told me his pastor had found a "God fearing wife" for him. I almost fainted. One thing with Best is that he's very neck deep in the whole church thing and i didn't mind at all.. after all, this was his life before he met me so, why would I want to change it? Besides, it didn't interfere with our relationship.
We got into an argument and I saw Best's reason. He was a man in his 40's and his over religious family were holding prayer nights (with fasting) for him. They all knew he didn't feel anything for women but never did they affiliate it with homosexuality and neither did they know he was already indulging in it
For couple of weeks, myself and Best wasn't talking. I just didn't know how to handle my tsunami emotions so I suggested we give each other space . I was so in love with him. Infact, for the first time in my 30 + years on earth, I felt a kind of love that was sweet and beyond physical.
There was absolutely no way I could stop him so the best thing I did was to let him go.
My world crumbled when Best sent me his wedding invite. I told him I couldn't attend and he understood why.
I won't lie. It also affected him too. Everything was happening so fast and he had no clue on how to go against his religious beliefs and family wishes.
Even though I became a shadow of myself, I was determined to move on and so did he.
Best sent me wedding photos on whatsapp and few months later, he sent me a photo of a baby. He told me he named the child after me and confessed that he still wishes I was the one he got married to. He told me when he had sex with his wife, he didn't feel anything. According to him, there was no passion and it was "just there".
He started sharing whatsapp messages with me from his wife and his pastor. Apparently, they were concerned that he hadn't touched her (his wife ) since the first night of his wedding. I advised him the best way I could But he was adamant.
One day (towards the end of 2020), Best brought his baby to my house and I was overwhelmed with joy because it felt like my own child. I literally cried as I held the baby to my chest. Best also held both of us (myself and baby) and kept saying -" I know".
We kissed and made sweet love that day. I had absolutely no idea how much I missed him.
It felt as if absolutely nothing had changed. The passion was raw and too real like never before. From that day, he started coming to my house frequently and Sometimes, spends days.
while at my house, his wife and pastor would call him severally but he wouldn't pick.
God knows I never supported his behavior. Unfortunately, anytime I scold him and asked him to go back to his family (anytime he over stayed in my house) , he would shrink like a wounded puppy and would behave like I was sending him to hell. i felt so sad for him because knew he was suffering inside.
Best, undoubtedly, was his happiest when he is with me and I didn't blame him. He was in his natural habitat.
Last Christmas holiday, his wife went to stay with his family and his folks called/ scold him over his behavior.
I have never see Best flare up the way he did as he spoke on phone. He placed a three way call to his pastor and asked him if he ( the pastor) didn't know he had no feelings for women before introducing the lady to him. Both parties (his folks and pastor) said that they thought he could change etc.
After a while, the shouting subsided and his mum asked him calmly what he wanted. He told her he wanted to be a father but not a husband.
For the next couple of days, series of calls were placed back and forth. His wife's family contacted him and requested for some traditional rites to be done so that they could dissolve the marriage. (His wife was completely fed up from the look of things).
To my disappointment, his pastor started threatening him with all sorts (including excommunication from the church ) but Best stood his ground like a man.
On new years eve, we both followed an online service which my mother introduced me to and prayed our way into 2021 afterwhich, we discussed some projects and plans we could achieve for the new year.
As i was about drifting to sleep, I felt his mouth on my naked back as he kissed and tounged his way down to my cakes. As he opened my ass and began to flicker his tongue on my booty hole, I lost control. I helped him open my ass very wide so that his tongue could have full access with no obstruction. By the time he was done rimming and began plunging deep inside me, I was already in planet Jupiter and calling him daddy.
Deeper and harder he fucked my hole until he filled me to the brim with his man juice. As he laid on my back panting, he asked if I wanted us to get married. Honestly, I thought he was joking but anyways, I said yes. He turned me around and kissed me happily.
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