THE STRANGE STRANGER

 "Big bros, long time. I hope you still remember me?"

the message read.

 Before replying, I went to check the senders profile and was met with the face of a man sitting in a car. It was obvious he was not a photo person because you could tell he was very conscious of the camera. He wore sun glasses and had no expression on his face which made him attractive in an awkward way.  

For the life of me, I had absolutely no idea who he was. So, to save us both the embarrassment, I apologized and told him I couldn't remember who he was. However, I urged him to please remind me how we met because it genuinely felt like he'd known me from somewhere. 

"sometime two years ago we had a debate about homosexuality on Rant HQ on Facebook and you insisted I should go and do some research"

As I read his message, my brain went into rewind mode. Slowly, I began to put the pieces of the puzzle of long forgotten memories together and in no time, I could recall who he was and what had transpired between us.

I am not sure exactly what the topic was about but I knew somewhere along the chat on the comments, homosexuality came into the picture and a lot of nonsense from ignorant people were spewed. Being someone with a very short level of tolerance, I didn't hesitate to put them in check. Many of them backed down when they ran out of I.Q and intelligence and those who stood their ground, wanted to go into word exchange. I remember there was a certain person who seemed to be asking lots of questions that made my head spin like a roller coaster and I had told him to go and do his research and stop the interrogations. I eventually removed myself from the group after deleting all my comments because many people began sliding into my dm cursing and swearing.

  I was quite impressed that this total stranger was able to trace me after such a long time so, I welcomed his discussion.

"so, as you suggested, I have done my research and I must say, you were right".. he continued. 

He went on to explain how he realised being queer was a thing of nature and how misleading religion was. I was impressed at his level of open mindedness and found myself engaging in his discussion. Because the typing back and forth was quite slow and wasn't helping the flow of our communication, we resolved to phone conversation. We chatted for what felt like a little while but when we checked the time, it was well over 2 hours. 

That was how a great friendship started. 

Anthony ( his name) was a very eccentric fellow. He calculated absolutely everything and would give you a precise detail of everything. For example, he would tell me he would call by 4:37 in the evening and then, break down his activity for the day as to "why" he would call at the said time. 

  - "it takes me about 23 minutes to drive home, 5 minutes to adequately park the car, 3 minutes to get into my flat from where I park my car and at about that time, it would be 4:37, then I will call you" he would explain. 

And there was his obsession for big grammar. Anthony cannot make a sentence without using brain draining words. On many occasions, I have wondered if he had boarder line autism or was simply possessing the I.Q of Einstein without knowing it.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, I took a very strong liking for Anthony. Asides his personality being very alluring, he had a very freaky nature that was a shocking contrast to his nerdy personality. He loved talking about sex and freaky stuff and it seemed his discovery about the world of homosexuality also fascinate him. He would send me photos and videos of same-sex positions and would ask me questions on how I feel having a dick inside my hole ( he knows I am bottom). Of course I will indulge in the conversation and we'll talk loads of hot stuff.

Anthony knew that I found him (especially his physique (he was a gym rat)) attractive.  Sometimes, when we video call, he will be only on his briefs and would position his phone in such a way that I could see him fully. Big bulgy muscled arms, huge pecs, big sturdy legs and of course, a very massive bulge on his crotch that guaranteed a robust penis. 

"What are you looking at? You this horny slut....see how you went quiet suddenly because you've seen your fellow man" he would tease.

I found it really weird how he never posted any photo showing off fascinating assests online. Honestly, if he did, his inbox would be exploding on daily basis. 

Like i said, I truly found Tony super attractive however, because I understood he was simply curious, not actually queer and was fond of me,  I didn't pressure or try pushing anything on him. I focused on our friendship and ensured I was that friend and brother he could count on.

 I remember the first time we met was when he paid me a surprise visit. He had drove all the way from Ibadan (his base) to see me in Lagos and I was speechless. Anthony was a fine man (no cap). His photos were nothing like him in real life. I was just smiling sheepishly while he kept asking what was amusing me. Definitely, he knew I was  seriously tripping for him.

He stayed for only two hours and then went back to base. That night, while informing me via text that he'd arrived safely, he added - "...oh..I forgot to mention, you're really good looking. But don't think I'm toasting you oh. I'm just saying the obvious.  Goodnight". He was just weird and I loved it. 

One weekend, while we were having one of our long sex talks on video call, he said if at all he had to rim an ass, he would have to wash it himself first to ensure it was clean. He had told me in the past he had a certain level of OCD and feels a sense of satisfaction if he does something  such as cleaning, himself. 

He further explained that even though he will clean the ass himself, he would never do it to any ass. It has to be with someone he considers as "special". 

"For example, you" he added casually as he spoke.

"You have a very nice back side that I'm sure will be excellent to rim and fuck real good...but still, I will have to use my hand to clean it if I'm to go there". He went on. 

My jaw dropped. "Did he just insinuate that he'll like to rim and fuck me or was my mind playing tricks?"- I wondered. 

Seeing my bewilderment, he asked with a scowled face what was my problem.

I was still finding the words to say when he said- "why are you pretending like you don't want me to fuck you? Swear you're not hard right now ... swear!!!!"

Hahaha!!!!.... I could not believe my ears.

Truly, Anthony knew how to throw me off balance with the most bizarre things and sometimes, I could never tell if he was serious or not.

I jokingly rained insults on him but he called me bluff and said it was a defense mechanism. 

"Infact, show me your dick if you claim you're not hard" he insisted. 

I tried turning the table around but he wouldn't have it. 

"Infact, let me see your ass again " he added humoursly. 

At this point, I was aroused as fuck. 

"Would you show me your dick if I showed you my ass?" I asked repeatedly as he tried insisting that wasn't the bargain. Eventually, he agreed.

I positioned my camera on my bed, propped it up with a pillow and then stood up to show him my big soft bubble butt.

First, I simply just  turned around. But he insisted I take off my shorts as he wanted to see it bare. So, i complied. 

Pulling down my shorts, I spanked,  squeezed my both cheeks real good to  show how soft they were before spreading them apart to reveal the sweet pinkness of my hole which is a very sharp colour contrast to my dark skin.

"Fuck!!! Your hole is pink like your lips. Gad damn!!!!" He gasped. 

Now it was my turn. "Show me what you got" I demanded 

He started to laugh. But it ended abruptly and his face got serious. 

"Charles I've not done this before mhen....but let's say because I'm comfortable with you and have a way of fuelling my curiosity, we're good"

After fixing his phone camera to get a full view of himself, he stood proud and tall.

I could clearly see his very big erect penis aggressively stretching his briefs. 

He flexed his muscles for a bit before pulling down his underwear to show me his fuck stick. 

"DAMN!!!!!!"

I didn't need anybody to advise me. I simply arched my back and spread wide my ass cheeks for his delight. 

"Oohhh fuck....Charles, I'm not gay but I can eat and fuck your pretty ass so good....so fucking good". He cooed as he stroked his monster while starring dreamingly at my ass.

"You can take all my dick right?" He gasped as he started stroking his huge meat furiously. 

"Of course tiger " I replied as I moistened my fingers with saliva and began inserting it into my pink hole.

"Ohhhh fuck....how soon can you come to Ibadan?" He asked...his voice heavy with desperation.

I told him to give me few days time as I could not leave work impromptu without sorting some things out.

I also aske d him to stop wanking and save his cum for me when I arrive and he agreed.

From that day, Anthony became hooked. He would tell me how the image of my hole hasn't left his head ever since. 

"You're fucking confusing me mhennn" he always would say. 

Eventually, I managed to secure a holiday from work and Anthony was over the moon when I told him I'll be coming to stay with him for 5 whole days. At first, I thought it was a lot and he would refuse but his reaction was the opposite.  He also made me know that asides him wanting to fuck me, he needed company at home  

He just couldn't contain himself. 

"What drink do you take?"

"What soup should I buy and put in the freezer?" He would ask. 

When I arrived Ibadan, he was jolly happy . He picked me from the motor park and drove me to his flat. It was  tastefully furnished (Courtsey of his many sisters and very stylish mum) and I was impressed. 

Knowing Anthony would fuck me that night and possibly till the next morning, I had already prepared myself before coming and didn't eat anything heavy when offered food.

Finally, it was shower time.

As we stripped off our clothes and stepped into the shower, both of us had very heavy erections. 

Anthony really took his time to scrub and wash every inch of my body as if he were performing a ritual. When he got to my ass, as he started scrubbing inbetween my cheeks gently, our lips collided and we kissed so deeply. While washing my ass, he will insert his finger inside and rotate it clock and anticlockwise as if to ensure he was making it squeaky clean.

Still kissing, he turned my back to face faucet of the shower before grabbing my two ass cheeks apart to enable the water wash away the soap.

He hurriedly washed his body before wrapping me in his strong arms and continued kissing me. It was then I went down on my knees like a priest taking a vow and began sucking his big fat dick. 

"Oh yeahh " he moaned as I felt his fingers dig into my hair as he grabbed two fist full of it. 

Anthony fucked my throat with such a sweet rhythm that I could not help but imagine how lucky my pussy would feel when he starts thrusting it.

"Show me that pretty cunt" he gasped as he withdrew his huge pole from the tunnel of my throat .

Now, it was his turn to go down. 

I had just turned around and barely bent my back when he literally buried his face inbetween my ass cheeks.

As he ate and chewed my pussy like a sumptuous delicacy, he kept grunting like a beast.

Feeling his tongue lick and flicker in my hole expertly drove me insane. I pulled his head further into my hole in an attempt for him to consume me with no mercy. 

Only heaven knows how long he spent eating my hole before he penetrated me right there in the shower. 

Firmly grabbing my fleshy chest very hard as of they were a pair of boobs, Anthony pounded my cunt like it owed him money.

I could literally feel the elasticity of my hole pull and stretch at the horrendous girth of his cock but there was nothing I could do about it. 

I was now his property to do whatever he wished and that was all I wanted. 

He told me how deep and sweet my pussy was and I didn't hesitate to confess the wonderful damages his  thick, long  and very heavy penis was doing inside my stomach. 

The feeling of cold water on my body, heat in my ass hole and sensation on my dick as i wanked was such a delightful contrast that almost knocked me to the floor had it not been that his strong powerful arms held me close to his solid chest as my knees gave way.

Hot cum began flowing from my dick after what felt like the longest of times withholding it and I just could not contain myself and the very deep ecstasy I was experiencing  

As I called his name with all my heart, he responded-"I'm here in you ". In that instant, he gave a loud animalistic growl as he began engulfing the length and breadth of my entire intestines with thick, creamy sperm juice. 

"Fuck...fuck....fuck...oh fuck....oh...fuck...oohhhh"

He moaned as he expelled the very last drop of his natural man-milk into me. 

"This is just wow" he chuckled as he pulled out his massive meat from my freshly battered man-cunt.

"You're a good fuck Charlie boy...good thing you'll be here for some days " he said with a smile before I stepped close to him and kissed his lips. He reciprocated extremely well before giggling and pushing me away 

We showered again and went to bed.

The next morning, my body ached like I was ran over by a train, 6 buses and 9 trucks.  Guess it was because, I had just received a super big dick and my body didn't know how to react to it.

However, my pain didn't stop me from opening my ass to Anthony for several pounding for the days I stayed.

He took me to see his aunt (the only relative of his in Ibadan) and her family received me warmly. 

After my 5 day were over, Anthony drove me back to Lagos and stayed the night before leaving the next morning. 

Did we fuck? 

Why not?

He is now addicted to my hole and now wanks to the videos and photos of it which he is always requesting for. 

We still shuttle between Ibadan and Lagos to see each other as often as we can and he's still the goofy, nerdy and weird dude he is. 

Written by 

Charles