RUGGED SPICE

 I have this friend who is addicted to ruffnecks and would do anything ( including paying good money) just to get laid by them. If it turned out they were hung, it was a "case closed" situation. He would go to any extent to pull down the entire heavens just have a taste of it.

Usually, he rarely visits me in my state. But ever since he met this certain thug ( who lived in my state) , his visit became more frequent than ever. He would travel all the way down from his state nearly every weekend  to meet this dude and my house was their hook up spot.

They had met during one of his trips and it so happened the guy was the driver of the bus. They had flirted with each other all through the trip and that same night, he brought him to my house and they fucked. From the way my friend was screaming and from the smashing noise I was hearing, I didn't need anybody to tell me the man was a sex-machine.

At the time, I was in a long distant relationship with my ex who I was madly in love with at the time. We lived in different states but because we were very busy people, we rarely saw. It became worse when he got promoted and started travelling for courses and trainings. Before you start judging me, just know that I have always been one who takes financial security very seriously. As a gay man living in Nigeria, there should be nothing more important than being independent and comfortable because it gives you respect. We both ( my ex and I) were gainfully employed and we weren't dependent on each other so, that perfectly worked for me. However, asides the distance, my relationship was a mess when it came to sex.

My ex lacked the capacity and drive to perform sexually.  Even when we talk about it or he attempts to perform, you would clearly see how uncomfortable he was.

(This secretly frustrated me despite how much I pretended like I was fine and it didn't matter). 

The truth is that I have a very high sex drive and love getting my hole aggressively fucked and made useless. Had it not been that I have a very strong sense of discipline, I would have been a sex-bomb exploding all over town. My friend knew I wasn't fulfilled and would always suggest I dump my boyfriend and find someone to handle me the way I wanted. But I was too blinded by love to accept. 

Even his thug boyfriend had tried persuading me into getting into a new relationship.

-"bros, you dey fuck up oh, all this nshi ( weak) men you dey gum-body ( attached) no make sense. You suppose get correct man wey go tidy you". He would say bluntly as he cuddled my friend as if he was going to disappear any minute. He even took it upon himself to hook me up with one of his buddies.

"na correct guy... you go like am" he urged. But I turned down the offer.

However, the bother didn't end. They kept pressuring me and eventually I accepted. Not because I wanted to, but because I wanted the persuading to end as they would not let me be.

Myself, my friend and his boo went to a bar and about 40 minutes after our arrival, an average height, solid built-bodied man walked in with all the swag and confidence the universe could give a man. He was clearly a "hood boy" despite how sharply dressed he was. Immediately he walked in, my friends boo who'd seen him, gave a loud whistle which caught his attention and in that instant,he smiled. NO DOUBT HE WAS A HOT CATCH. A VERY HOT ONE.

Both men hugged each other roughly and began hailing each other with code names very loudly without giving a hoot about anyone around. 

My friend eyed me and mouthed "wow" as both men greeted  . For a certain, he could attest that his boo's friend was a hottie. 

After he'd taken a seat and we were introduced, his friend started talking to him in their native language. From whatever their discussion was, I could clearly tell from his body and facial expression that he was very uncomfortable with the information he was given. Though he was uneasy, he managed to be polite when I tried getting him into a conversation. He introduced his business and gave me a business card and frankly, I was impressed. He didn't stay long because he had somewhere to run to. But before he left, he took my number and paid for our drinks.

Few days later, he sent me a good morning GIF on whatsapp and I thanked him. He asked how my night rest was and I replied cordially. Later that same day, he called me.

"smallie, how far?". He sounded friendly. 

For some couple of seconds, I starred at my phone in disbelief. "did he just call me smallie?" I asked myself.

"hello?" 

"Please what was that?" I asked hoping that he would correct himself.

"wetin dey do you? are you not a smallie?"  he asked... now sounding more rugged than friendly. 

A large part of me loved his guts. He didn't give two shits what I thought. 

He asked how my day went and where I was at the time. I told him I was running errands and he insisted I come straight to the bar he was. At first, I refused but he insisted and I accpeted.

I called my friend to tell him my location and begged him to tell his boyfriend just incase I got mobbed. 

When I got to his location, I was surprised to see him with some guys. All of them looking scary and hardened. He welcomed me as if we were good friends and introduced me as his cousin. All the guys shook my hands and when I sat, I felt like a sheep surrounded by vicious wolves.

He chatted me casually as if we were familiar with each other and in the course of our discussion, he told me not to be upset over our first meeting because his friend ( my friends boyfriend) didn't brief him "unto that level" ( his exact words) before his arrival. I noticed that he had lowered his voice to ensure his mates could not hear him. He went on to explain that he was not into "the game" ( his interpretation for homosexuality) "like that". However, he confessed he used to fool with junior student back in secondary school as a senior student but that was it. He said he never knew his friend was still into "the game" because he thought he had stopped after they finished secondary school which was a very long time ago. I could tell he wasn't lying.

At some point, he looked right into my eyes and quietly said I was a very fine and sweet looking guy and assuming it were in secondary school, he would have taken me to an empty class room or bush to give me correct  hot-banging.

I nearly fainted. The sexual electricity his words sent through my body was tremendous. 

Though I could tell he was tipsy, I knew for a certain the alcohol was the motivation behind him speaking his truth. He told me he liked my gentle nature and would like to know me better. 

After the night was spent, he booked a cab for me and as he walked me to the car, he smacked my ass and called me a "fresh boi". 

"call me when you reach house. No forget o.... or else I go vex for you" he added as the humour in his voice did nothing but buttress the seriousness of his instructions. 

I did as instructed. Once I got home, I texted to thank him for the outing and wished him a goodnight. To my surprise, he asked me to send him a pic of me as I laid in bed because he wanted my face to be the last thing he saw before sleeping. 

After I sent it to him, he replied

-"see as you fine like today's bread. Sleep well my smallie".

 I was confused and excited because never in my entire life had any guy treated me this way. I felt like a correct babe. A real woman a guy was trying to woo.

 When I told my friend everything that happened, he was happy for me and even put his boyfriend on a 3 way call. His boyfriend said that-that was his friend for me and that also,  back in school, he had the biggest dick. Also, i found out the word "smallie" was a slogan they used to refer to their lovers back in secondary school. 

I was thrilled.

As time went on, things became extremely hot. He started telling me about his queer life back in school and how he loved having sex alot. When I told him I had a very high sex drive, he laughed and said

- ",that mean say we go kill each other ontop bed".

He told me he was a loyal lover and if at all he should be with me, he also wanted same.

Since he wasn't very exposed, I started sharing gay porn videos with him just to keep him up to date with what's up. 

While watching the videos, he would ask if I loved getting roughly fucked like the bottoms in the videos and I would say yes. He would get very excited over my answer and tell me he cannot wait to handle me. What really captivated me was open mindedness. Unlike my boyfriend, he wasn't irritated or Turned off  when he saw facials, rimming and pissing videos. He was very curious. He wanted to try it all with me. He told me he was was a big fan of Bush and uncompleted building fuck and I was more than happy to indulge.

One day, while we were talking on the phone, Larry confessed that lately, when he speaks to me on the phone, he would begin to have erections. He also said sometimes if he thinks of me, he'll suddenly get hard.

"If you see how my penis don rise here ehhh .....the day I catch you, na body go tell you" ( in translation, he meant if he catches me, he would make me regret by fucking me) he would say.

Larry really wanted me both sexually and emotionally. On several occasions, he's told me that the feelings he has for me was something he's never had for anyone including his baby mama (he's got a kid). But because I still had someone in my life (even though the relationship was a total mess), I could not give him a positive answer. 

Larry was a proper gentleman. He didn't pressure me. He was patient and stayed committed to the our friendship. His calls and visits were still cositent and several times, when we met (always publicly) , he would just look into my eyes with so much love and passion. Sometimes, when we are together, I would notice his dick would be super hard - ( the very sight of me turns him on).

Eventually, things between myself and  my boyfriend came to an end. He told me he was leaving the country to run his masters in the same school where his ex was. Because  i was aware his ex still had feelings for him, I automatically knew everything was over between us.

I was so hurt because, as the scale fell off my eyes, it dawned on me it had been well over 8 months I had last had sex. I had been wanking myself to stupor and staying loyal while my so called boyfriend was planning to relocate to be with his ex. 

It took me a while to recover from the heartbreak but eventually, I overcame it.

 Larry, who was aware of everything, was very supportive. He gave me space to sort myself out emotionally and heal.

After I'd cleared my head, I invited him to my place for a date and i ensured to make it special. I put scented candles all over my flat with a soft music at the background. I cooked his favourite meal and invited him over.

When he arrived and saw the ambiance of the atmosphere, he went silent for a little while before taking me in his arms in a big warm embrace as he asked 

- " baby, all this for me? Who i be nah?"

This really touched me and I let him know he was a special and good man. 

For the first time, we shared a kiss and he just wouldn't let go. 

When I told him his food would get cold, he grabbed my both ass cheeks and said he wanted to eat my ass First. 

As we kissed, we made our way to the bedroom without breaking our passionate kiss.

After laying me down on the bed, he took his time to remove my clothes very gently. As he did, he starred at my body with awed lust. Now naked, he touched and kissed me slowly for a while before standing up to remove his clothes. As he stood before me stark naked, I swallowed hard at the marvelous sight of his body massive dick. 

I didn't waste any time to start worshipping his firm muscle body with the offering of my lips. I ensured I licked every single inch of his beautiful body before taking his humongous black rod right into the corridor of my throat. I just could not contain myself. His hairy big balls, lush pubic hair, fat dick cap....gosh!!!! Everything about him was HEAVY DUTY. 

As I serviced him, his soft gasp and slight jerks was nothing short of a beauty. 

He started kissing all over my body very intensely as I moaned loudly. Flipping me to my stomach, he got himself to work on my cunt with his tongue. He literally chewed my hole sore and opened. 

With the speed of lightning, I moisturised our pleasure tools before spreading my legs wide for his heavenly invasion .

Larry climbed on top of me and took his lips in mine as I guided him eagerly inside my freshly rimmed hole.

Hot pain flowed all through my veins as the muscles of my hole pulled apart to accommodate his thick long and rock hard cock.

I would have ran away had it not been that I desperately needed to be fucked by a REAL MAN. So, I endured, relaxed and surrendered myself to the pleasure. 

After he was completely buried balls deep right inside my painfully stretched cunt, he began to thrust. 

Feeling his fist size cock deep inside me as he fucked me gently while we kissed, felt like pure magic. 

I was enjoying everything until he picked up his pace. Larry's thrust became hard and fast. If my hole had a voice, it would have screamed for help. The pounding was hot and sent wild sensation all through my body. 

On several occasions, I will beg him to slow down just to recuperate and catch my breath. 

"I thought you liked it rough? " he would ask sweetly as he kissed me deeply while never breaking his thrust. 

He would tell me my hole was extremely sweet and then beg me to open my legs wide for him which I did. My precum was just dripping endlessly from my extremely stiff cock.

"Give me doggy baby" he whispered as he removed his cock from weary hole.

Turning around, i put my chest on the bed and shot my ass right up with my waist perfectly arched.

"Correct!!!" He exclaimed as he spat forcefully into my hole and slapped It hard which stung sharply. When he penetrated me again, his cock slid inside my intestines with perfect ease and immediately, he commenced smashing me with absolutely no respect for my cunt. My toes began to curl and my hole became gapped and numb. It was useless to ask for mercy. Larry now owned my cunt and it was totally his to do absolutely whatever he wished. 

As if in my head, he started asking if my man-pussy now belonged to him and if he was at liberty to fuck me whenever and however he wanted. 

I could not deny him. 

This was everything i wished for and more.

I replied  I belonged to him only if he asked me to be his lover 

He paused for a while, whispered my name and asked me to be his wife. 

It felt weird being referred to as "wife". However, i understood where he was coming from so, I accepted. 

As he reignited his fucking, the penetration seemed to go so deep that I felt it inside somewhere unknown in my body. 

My entire body began to shake uncontrollably and I found myself saying all sorts. 

But the one thing I was aware of was begging him to get me pregnant. I desperately needed part of him inside me. I needed his life giving seed. 

"I will give it to you baby....I will give you everyday "

He had barely finished his speaking when he started shivering, gasping and groaning like a beast. 

He was finally cumming. Finally giving me his babies. 

"Yes daddy. Pour it inside me. Pour everything inside" I pleaded from the bottom of my heart as he blasted and sprayed hot fresh sperm all over my insides until it dripped outside.

Just as i felt his cock throbbing and pulsating as it shot fresh man milk inside me, I began to touch my dick and as i did, I  didn't last 2 minutes. I released. 

Larry didn't want to remove his cock from my sperm soaked hole.  He asked we stay united in body for a moment and I agreed. We talked about life, love and other stuff before we finally disengaged. 

We showered, he ate and we went to bed lying in each others arms. 

Every day, I fall in love with Larry. He's not rich. He's rugged. Yes. But then, he's kind, caring, selfless and knows how to fuck me very-very well.

What else I'm I looking for?

Written by 

Karl. A.