FARUQ AND I (Pt.2)

 Faruq's absence was a hard blow for me and coping without him after literally being with him every single day for over 4 years was not a joke.

 I went into serious depression because, whenever I pleasured myself to the thoughts of us and all the sweet things we did together, I would suddenly be overwhelmed with great sorrow and would either loose erection or begin to cry. Also, several thoughts kept going through my mind especially the thought of the probability of him having someone else.

Because everything was taking a toll on me, I had to force myself  to forget him for my good. 

And if i should be honest, I had started becoming very horny and wanking was not sufficient enough anymore. I longed to feel a mans kiss.... touch... and most of all, I hungered to know what it would feel like to have a man put his penis inside my hole because I never got the opportunity with Faruq.

All my life, men in my neighbourhood use to compliment me a lot but I never paid any attention but now I had become wiser, I began to take very close notice at them. Turned out a lot of them fancied me - including  the so called "married ones". They didn't need to tell me- I could clearly see it in their eyes. It was similar to the way Faruq use to look at me...the only difference was that Faruq's was more deeper and pure.. unlike these randy men who clearly, wanted to "peniscise" me. 

No doubt, I liked the attention and of course,definately, wanted more. I began to use skin  products to enhance my glow and also, started to exercise to ensure that my physique was on point. In no time, my body began getting more defined and I ditched my old dress scene into something more revealing that showed my glowing  toned skin and physique;  and like magic, the compliments began pouring like rain from men especially when I wore thin and loose fabrics that did absolutely nothing to conceal my big soft bum-bum that wobbled uncontrollably when I walked or went jogging. Funny enough, I didn't get slurs from anyone ( I guess the reason was because, I wasn't feminine) rather, I got teased for trying to seduce girls (can you imagine straight people and their gross foolishness).

However the only people who seemed to have a problem with my banging body were the women in my neighbourhood. I guess they were smart enough to smell something fishy but because they could not speak out, they would either murmur or look at me with disdain when i pass.

  Even Faruqs mother was among "them" - if only she knew her only begotten son was the first person to deposit his sperm down my throat 🤣 . Speaking of Faruqs mum, she became a thorn in everyone's flesh. Just because her son left Nigeria, nobody heard a single word anymore.

She now had this habit of standing at her balcony and making international calls while speaking very loudly - a desperate attempt to announce to the world that her son is abroad. 

Several times, I had wanted to ask after him but she and her daughters were very terrible snubs and also, coupled with the fact that my brother was implicated in the r*pe accusation at the time, the tension was heavy and we avoided Faruq's family like a plague. 

[ Concerning the r@pe matter, Turned out the person responsible was a married man who was friends to the girls family and they were doing their best to bury the news].

 

Back to my story; Among my many male admirers was a man in my neighbourhood who we all called "pastor". 

He ran a pharmacy store ( otherwise known as chemist) and as kids, we ( my brother and other kids in my neighbourhood ) use to help him run his errands in hopes that he would give us Vitamin-C to lick in exchange.  

For as long as I can remember, he has been very fond of me and would tell me how good looking I was. Sometimes, he would joke about how he wishes i had a sister or God made me a woman so that he can marry me; of which, we'll both laugh. 

Pastor was my first target because I knew for a certain he had a big penis. You see, long before my rendezvous with Faruq, I had stumbled on him changing his clothes in the little room at the back of his shop which he usually occupies whenever he couldn't go home. He had sent me on an errand but because I forgot something in his shop, I hurriedly went back to retrieve it. By so doing , I noticed the door of the little room was slightly ajar and it was then I got a glimpse of his very long fat limp cock as he was changing his clothes. I paid no attention as I left  because at the time, I wasn't aware of my love for pleasing a mans penis. 

My first move was to properly fan the the fire of his fondness for me. I began spending time in his shop while starring deep into his eyes and smiling during our conversations. 

During one of my visit, I wore a very sheer top  that did nothing to hide my bulgy pecs and the big juicy nipples that handsomely sat on them. Noticing them immediately, he said he'd been wanting to ask how come my nipples were so big like that of a ladies And I told him it was natural.

 Realising he was somewhat fascinated judging by the way his eyes kept darting to my nipples, I began to stroke them idly one after the other as we chatted. He noticed what i was doing and asked why i was fondling them.

when I said it felt sweet because they were very sensitive, he choked on a laugh and said that- that means I'd likely faint if someone put their mouth on it. I told him to stop because he was making me feel so horny While still maintaining the humour he engineered .

Still continuing touching my nipples, he tried to look away but all to no avail. He swallowed hard a couple of times as he asked me to stop or go and look for a  girl.

"What happened to your own mouth? I asked jocularly and he laughed saying he wasn't a woman. I told him it was akward to have a woman suck on a nipple like mine  because of the breast similarities of which he agreed. 

" I fit give you make you suck am if you want o!" I quickly interjected jocularly while gently stroking both nipples boldly.

He started to giggle and called me a bad boy. 

I began to moan subtly  as I stroked my nipples for a moment and despite his plea for me to stop, I paid him no attention. I told him I was going into his little room and as I stood up, I purposely placed my hand on his crotch to prop myself up. Just like I'd expected, he was stiff.

He didn't shove me away nor reacted. He just sat there looking quite nervous. 

Taking off my shirt, I laid down on his bed  while still stroking my nipples as I waited for him. Nearly 10 minutes later, I heard the main entrance of his shop lock and after a brief silence, he walked into the room. His dick was visibly throbbing and rock hard in his pants as he smiled sheepishly while asking me what I wanted. 

Not one for too much talk, i pulled him to me and we began to kiss frantically. Just like me, it seemed pastor was gay starved even as a married man with kids. 

I went straight for  his thick long left curved rock hard penis and began sucking it with sincere desperation and he loved it. 

He went mad on my nipples...sucking them with chronic hunger as his fingers forced its way into my trouser and then, into my ass hole. He was so rough and because his fingers were thick, they hurt. But no matter how  i begged him to take it easy, he couldn't help nor stop himself. 

Though I was in pain, surprisingly, my virgin hole responded to his fingerings by accepting as much as two of his fingers. He was kissing and finger fucking me intensely simultaneously and it was at this point  I couldn't help but beg him to fuck me.

Coming on top of me and spreading my legs apart, he began to devour my moist pussy with his mouth and I totally lost it. I thrashed and moaned as he did all sorts to me.

Eventually, after positioning me properly and throughly lubricating us both, he entered me with calculated patience. 

 Indeed, just like i dreamed, getting a cock inside my hole was heaven.

Pastor pounded me seriously as i praised his stamina while moaning all sorts of foreign languages. He didn't stop for a second..he kept shattering my walls until he growled and shivered while  flooding my hole with gallons upon gallons of fresh milk. 

Though my hole was sore and spent , i loved it!!!!!. I became a dick addict and began craving more sex and giant dicks only . From pastor, I upgraded to hunting  for guys online (as well as other men in my neighbourhood).  I even went as far as travelling to other states to receive huge dicks just to satisfy my insatiable craving. 

Finally, Faruq returned. 

He had added weight and looked fresh. Just like everyone, I came to say hello. Seeing him again revived all the emotions I thought I'd buried and it seemed it was same for him. He apologized for the long silence and explained his mother ( who was the only link he to communicate with us in Nigeria)  had refused outrightly when he asked for contacts of people (including mine). Oddly, Faruq also didn't do social media. 

He told me he missed me so much and wanted to continue from where we'd stopped and I agreed without thinking. Truth be told, I never stopped thinking about him all these years. My feelings for him was still fresh like the times before he left.

One afternoon, while his mother was out of the house, he asked me to come over. Understanding what that meant, I douched and prepared .

When i got to his house, he showed me photos of his new life and gave me some items he'd bought for me. As we talked, he cuddled me and that was when we began kissing very slowly and passionately. 

Once again, just like old times, he fed me his massive sugar stick down my throat and I welcomed it with joy. 

He kept moaning how much he missed me as he suffocated me with his man meat for a sweet moment before he asked me to sit on his face. As I made his face my throne, his tongue explored my man pussy  mercilessly as I helped by parting my cheeks apart for an excellent invasion of my privacy. 

When I sat on his dick eventually, I noticed a surprise in his expression. However, I over looked it as i got carried away with how delightfully occupied my hole felt as I  began to ride him expertly. At some point, I planted my foot firmly on the bed, put my palms behind his neck and pulled him hard to meet my vigorous riding. 

Faruq kept gasping and moaning and after a blissful moment in paradise, I felt him sprinkle his  seeds all over my insides with a loud cry.  

As we dressed after cleaning up, I could see a look of dissapointment on his face. When I asked what was wrong,  he replied "nothing" coldly.

That night, he sent me a message asking me how many people have fucked me since he left and I was pissed. When I asked why such a question, his reply shocked me. 

He told me my pussy was very wide and he  reminded me we didnt use lubricant. What  we had used used was actually, the saliva from his rimming. 

I was super embarrassed. 

Of course I got defensive and blasted him before hanging up. Few days later, he called to apologise , said he missed me and would like us to meet.  This time, in a fancy hotel. 

He gave me a lovely treat and We fucked multiple times before day break. As we drove home the next morning, he told me he wanted us to be in relationship. I truly love Faruq but the only thing is that I have been a slut for so long that I don't even know where or how to start being committed.  

Written by

Kenneth