A LOVE TALE

 This story dates back to 2016, I was rounding off school at the time, because I’m very closeted, I hardly meet or bring people to my house (I stayed alone in school). Also let me add that I schooled in the north central, so one had to be very careful

I had met a total of 3 people at that time in my 3 years of schooling, so I jerked off mostly to “avoid meeting the wrong person”. One day I decided to reply my inbox on twitter (my burner account), seeing I had a lot of pending messages to respond to and that was when I met Ibrahim. He was running his masters in the same school, while I was an undergrad. In the course of our communication, we discovered we had a lot in common and this led us to share our photos.  

In the photo, he was okay looking and I guess he too, took a liking to me. However, when we decided to meet, I would confidently say that pictures didn’t do justice to this handsome bloke. His skin gave a velvety dark glow, he was about 5’7 or 5’8- ish, thick and strongly built hairy bow-legs and a shy-boyish smile that can quench the hottest of tempers. 

I’m really tall ( lets say about 6.3) , so hugging him was like hugging my younger bro, even though he’s older.

He welcomed me in and we talked like long lost buddies. He introduced me as a high school friend to his aunt ( whom he lived with at the time) and things started moving really fast from there.

In one week we had seen each other 4 times and we made sure to share a kiss all the time.

 Now, the twist in all this is that I’m top and so is he.

 However, he told me he’d taken dick one time and didn’t like it.

 I, on the other hand, hadn’t because, I started out as a top and was just coming to terms with my sexuality, but I didn’t want that to hinder us from having the best time of our lives.

He knew I really liked him, and we resorted to frotting (intercrural sex or non penetrative), he had a thick nicely curved short penis and I had the very long one. A few weeks into our friendship, we had our first misunderstanding and it felt like a part of me was missing because we had been constantly in each others company and communicated very frequently all these while.

Obviously, our ego got the best of us because none of us wanted to be the "big person" to apologise or be the first to talk to the other even though it was clear we were dying slowly and painfully in silence. 

On a Saturday ( few days into our falling-out), I get a knock on my door at around 6:30am.

 Thinking it was one of my neighbours, I didn’t bother asking who it was. I simply got out of bed to open the door only to find Ibrahim starring at me. Seeing him instantly evaporated every reservations I might have harboured in my heart because I felt an overwhelming sense of joy. I was truly happy to see him.

I welcomed him in and offered him a seat while I quickly went to freshen up. 

 

While in the bathroom and drying my face after washing it and brushing, he came inside and hugged me from behind. He didn't need to say any word. I missed him too.

I turned around, took him in my arms and gave him a tight lingering hug. After kissing his both eyes and forehead, I approached his beautiful lips and kissed it from the bottom of my heart.

Right there in the bathroom, we stripped off our clothes while ensuring our lips never parted for a second.

We pressed our hard throbbing cocks together as we fondled, pinched and tickled each others nipples- while still locked in very deep kisses. Since I had bigger hands, I took both our cocks in my hand and began stroking us simultaneously after I had grabbed my body lotion which was thankfully, nearby. 

It was such a heavenly pleasure feeling his hard dick on mine as he thrusted himself into the firm grip of my hand while also, applying friction on my heavily throbbing member.

In no time, we began to gasp and moan as we went into a kissing frenzy. I was the first to cum and as my juice flooded into my hands and made the fiction of the lotion extremely creamy, in less than a minute, he too started ejaculating like  fountain. One thing I admire about Ibrahim is that when he releases, it comes in a tremendous amount . And not only that, his cum is super thick, extremely white and very nutritious. I just loved looking at it.

After we caught our breath, we began to laugh at our display of orgasm as we washed off. We talked over our quarrell, made up, ate and watched movies together.

But like they say, -"wahala no dey finish ( troubles don't end). Issues kept coming but some how, we always found a way to get back together and that was when I told him I loved him. Though he didn’t say it back,  I was fine because I was being honest with him and wasn't looking for what I wanted to hear. 

Four months into our relationship, we already each others friends and family members. Despite I was well do to and more privileged than him, Ibrahim will cook for me ( with his own money) and buy me gifts. I truly felt grateful and did my best to reciprocate his affection for me.

But as time went on, our issues became more. To be honest, I feel because we both had strong personalities and even though we didn't discuss our roles at tops, it was evident we were getting frustrated not being able to fuck the ones we love. We began snapping at each other and things got from bad to worse.

We started accusing each other for not showing enough love and this led to a break up.

It was truly a very hard time for me and If I knew how to cry, I would have cried my eyes out. 

 I guess it really never occurred to me how deep my love for him was. But my stubbornness would not allow me reconcile. 

Hours turned to days, days turned into weeks and weeks became months.

 Fast forward to about 3 month later, I got a call from an unknown number. Upon answering, my stony heart melted immediately when I heard Ibrahim's voice.

He had called to apologise and wanted to see me. To be sincere, these past months were the hardest ever in my life. Everything in my life was affected. My education mostly. Even my social life became non existent because the one I love had left my life. Because I knew how difficult moving on was for me and how much I missed him, meeting him in private would surely lead to us making out and I didn't want that.

I agreed to meet him but only in public spaces. I was that determined to move on.

However, after that day, he began calling regularly to check up on me, and I started catching feelings again.

It was three days  to my birthday and I didn’t want anything to ruin it because my feelings for him was growing even when I didn't know what we were to each other at this moment.

But somehow I gave in.

 My Birthday was on a Sunday and I had a little celebration with friends after church.  Then, Ibrahim calls to tell me he’s coming to give me my birthday gift at home, bear in mind that we hadn’t met in any private place after the reconciliation(guess I was guarding my heart).

I told him I was out with some friends and I’ll be home by 6:30pm. I asked him to come over but he insisted he wanted it to be a one-on-one meeting.

One millions thoughts were running through my mind and I could no longer handle it. Barely 30 minutes into my birthday celebration, I gave up anticipating and took my leave. I had lied to my friends with the excuse that I was called to come and lock my shower , which I must have left open after the water finished, while taking a shower. They were upset because they all came out because of me, I apologized and paid for their drinks while assuring them to give them a treat some other time. 

As I left for my house, I called Ibrahim to inform him I was on my way home. For some weird reason, he wasn't surprised I had cancelled my party just to see him. He just laughed and told me he was already waiting for me. Guess he already knew me like the back of his hands.

Getting home, I saw him waiting at my doorstep. I apologized for keeping him waiting and he smiled at me. When we got inside my house, he gave me such a big warm hug that instantly got my dick rock hard. He also smelt so amazing that just brought memories flooding into my head. I really did miss him so much and desperately wanted to kiss him right there but I held myself. Remembering he'd told me he wanted to give me a birthday gift, I looked at his hands realised they were empty. When I asked for my gift, he told me to relax and stop the rush.

We started talking about how we had been coping without each other all these while and I got to realise that just like me, he too had been going through very rough times without me. He showed me many text messages from friends and family asking why he was no longer himself. One thing about myself and Ibrahim is that no matter what goes on between us, we never involve third parties. In fact, nobody knew our business. We were private like that and we liked it that way.

In the course of our discussion, we remembered our favourite TV series was showing and we decided to watch together like old times. 

At this point, I had changed into my shorts and singlet and he too had taken off his shirt and hung it in my wardrobe. As we sat next to each other watching the program, we both kept looking at each other at the corner of our eyes. Gently, he reached out his hands and held mine and I held his hands so very tight as if I was afraid he would disappear if I didn't hold him tight enough. When he drew closer to me and placed his head on my shoulder, all the chains, locks and walls I thought I had used to protect my heart came crashing down. At this point, I could no longer resist him. This was the love of my life. MY MAN. I pulled him closer to me and held him so very tight because I didn't have the right words to tell him how much I missed him.

I began kissing him desperately and he responded with a matching force. We make slow passionate love with our lips and tongues forever before he withdrew from my embrace and asked we go to the bedroom.

As I stood up, I took him in my arms again and continued kissing him as we stumbled towards the bedroom. 

We fell on the bed and kept on kissing until he told me to ensure the parlour door was locked. At first, I didn't care if it were opened or not but because he insisted, I had to obey him.

By the time I got back to the bed room, he was already stark naked with his legs wide opened. He started rubbing his hole seductively. 

"happy birthday baby...come have your birthday gift"

I froze in confusion as I wondered if I heard correctly.

"are you getting the lube or not?....or do you want me to repeat myself?" He was now getting irritated... a trait of his which I love and also hate. 

I could not believe Ibrahim was willing to give me his virginity at last. Because my head was bursting like fire works, it felt as if I was floating around room as went looking for my lube. When I finally found it, I came over my beloved and looked into his beautiful eyes for a moment before kissing him sincerely. I took my time to kiss every single inch of his beautiful body. His nipples. armpit, toes, ears, nose, eyes, fingers..... name it... I licked EVERYTHING. However, I was saving the best for last. By the time I was face to face with his boi-pussy, I was more than ready to take charge.

First, I started by feeling the very soft flesh of his hole. His hole was such a pretty dot and very smooth to touch. I told him how gorgeous it looked and asked him if he was sure it now belonged to me. 

"its your birthday baby... its all yours"

I didn't wait for him to finish his sentence before I placed my mouth on his hole. This would be the very first time in my entire life I ever rimmed someone.

To say I ate his hole is an understatement. I munched and devoured his cunt like a beast. As I rimmed him, I will slid my finger into his hole at intervals and each time I did that, it was getting softer and more open. At some point, when I pulled his soft as cheeks apart, I could easily see the pink colour of the interior of his hole and of course, I made sure I licked and sucked it really-really good.

Ibrahim could not hold himself all the while I was eating him out. He started speaking languages I had never heard before in my life. At some point, I thought he was speaking or praying in Arabic. Anyways, it was a trigger for me because it made me intensify my rim-job.

After I was sure his man-cunt was opened and ready for a dick to enter inside it, I lubricated my dick and laid on his back. As I kissed his neck and ear lobes, I began telling him how special he was and how much I loved and missed him. 

As I whispered , I was pushing my cock inside his very hot and tight hole very slowly. 

He winced several times but never told me to stop. I kept pushing my long strong and throbbing cock gradually until finally, absolutely everything was buried very deep till I literally could feel my pubes touch his ass cheeks. 

Slow and steady, I started moving in and out and after about 5 minutes in, I pick up pace, and then it became a wild game. When he started moaning and begging me to fuck him,  I asked him to shoot his ass up and he obeyed without question. 

It was then I began rough handling him. I don’t know what came over me because I fucked him like he hurt me and this was payback. 

His hole was so sweet. Tender. Tight. Deep. Wet. Warm. And extremely juicy.

I don’t know how long I had been fucking him when I began to feel my cum racing to my prick hole from my heavy balls. I began pounding him mercilessly as I released hot thick cum deep inside his stomach. He was moaning very loudly and instinct told me perhaps he too was cumming. Taking the initiative, I kept giving him powerful thrusts until his screams died down. By the time we had caught our breath and we stood up to shower, I saw a very massive cum stain on my sheets. He revealed to me that I made him cum 2x without him having to touch his cock. I felt super proud of myself. 

After we had changed the sheets, showered together and got back to bed, we were shocked to realise it was passed midnight already. We talked, kiss, ate and I  fucked him again. This time, his hole was loose and very wet from the previous fucking and generous quantity of cum I had deposited inside previously. And of course, it was way sweeter and better than the first time.

It was at around 5am we went to bed and we both missed classes that day.

Our relationship bloomed and waxed strong. But unfortunately, Ibrahim lost his father and went into severe depression. I, on the other hand, had finished my education and had to leave the North.

The few times I tried reaching out to him was truly very difficult because, it seemed he wanted to be let alone. So, I let him be.

About 2 years ago, I tried reconnecting with him and it felt like I was talking to a he sounded like I was talking to a completely different person. 

It is evident he is no longer the man I fell in love with. We still talk from time to time but its obvious that whatever had changed him won't be leaving him anytime soon.

 Looking back now, I don’t regret it at all. Our love was something beautiful and would forever be a cherished memory for me.

If at all he reads this blog, he’ll know exactly who I am. I sincerely hope life treats him kindly and give him all the joy, peace, success, happiness and love he desires and so much more.  

written by

K. G