SWITCHED FOR LOVE

Hi Teebeelicious, my story is quite a weird tale. In my 36 years of existence, If anybody had told me 5 years ago that one day, I would end up with a man like myself, that would be the biggest joke of the millennium. However, life has happened to me and this is my story. 

I moved to Europe in my teens to join my mother and elder sister ( who had been there for many years while I stayed back in Nigeria with my grandmother ( dad's mum)). After I had moved, life went all well.  I completed my higher education, and got a fantastic job, My mother, due to age and climate, moved back to Nigeria, and my elder sister got married and relocated with her husband so, I had the whole house to myself.

As a black/African guy, I made a lot of friends ( mostly whites) while in college and also in University but unfortunately, after I had graduated and gotten a good job, I started loosing my friends. Either they stopped talking to me or simply became quite hostile. Even the few African ones who I thought would stick around, joined the train and this pretty hurt me.

 If I am to be honest, I think they were jealous because my mum owned a very nice house ( which by the way, was bought in my name since I was her only son) in a very upper-class area in the city and I had a nice car and job. And to top it all, I was black. Perhaps, they felt I was undeserving.

Since I had no friends, I became very lonely. I began throwing all my weight behind my work and that paid off because in a very short time, I was promoted to a supervisor in one of our branches. 

One day, while I was doing my rounds of supervision, I saw a face I hadn't noticed. Don't get me wrong, there were a few Africans on the site who I have seen a couple of times but this particular guy completely stood out like a sore thumb.

He was at least 6ft.4, with beautiful dark skin, and strikingly handsome. To be sincere, seeing him for the first time made my throat go dry and at the time, I didn't know what my emotions were. All my brain could register was his looks and the possibility of us being friends. Because it was a very busy day that day, I didn't get to talk to him. 

I wouldn't see him for several days until there was an altercation that was brought to my notice which involved him.

From what the manager had told me earlier, it was an automatic sack for him but being the fair person I am, I wanted to hear from the parties involved so, I called both of them into my office.

In the course of their narration of the event, I could tell the handsome guy was new to the country. He spoke Dutch with a strong African accent which didn't sound like most African immigrant so, I had to ask where he was from.

When he said "Nigeria", I was surprised. 

It now made sense because his first name seemed familiar but his surname was English.

"what part of Nigeria?" I asked unable to hide my excitement because I could not remember the last time I came across a Nigerian.

"I am Ikwerre" he replied.

My eyes grew wide and memories came flooding.

For starters, I grew up with my grandmother in Port Harcourt and was surrounded by indigenes who were Ikwerre.

As I started calling names of local government and places in Port Harcourt, he was shocked.

We shook hands, hugged, laughed.... it was as if we just realized we were best friends all along and never knew.

From that day, anytime he came to work, he would drop by my office to say good morning and when he was leaving, I was his last port of call.

He did this over a long period of time consistently and it became something I looked forward to.

One day, he invited me to his place and I was really surprised to see the deplorable condition. There were over 15 people (all Africans and mostly Nigerians) staying in one room and this bothered me alot. Also, his place was extremely far from work and it meant he had to undergo long travels daily. 

"why don't you move in with me?" I asked him one day as we ate lunch at work. I had carefully thought about my living condition and decided that it was good for my mental health that I had someone around

He assumed I was joking at first but when he saw I was serious, he refused my offer on the grounds of not wanting to be a liability or burden. But I was persistent. Also, I had come to know that Ovunda (his name) didn't have his complete papers and there was a high chance of him being deported if his place of residence was raided by the police ( which was most likely).

Eventually, he succombed and in two days time, he brought his things to work and left with me.

He was clearly shocked at the state of my living but I told him not to be decieved because it took many years of my mothers toil and sweat long before I was born. He was really grateful and we started living like brothers. We will get ready for work together, eat breakfast and lunch together, go home together..... in fact, we practically became inseperable.

I have never took a deep liking to a man in my life but Ovunda was literally getting into my subconcious and occupying all my thoughts. Also, at the time, there was a Nigerian girl whom my sister had introduced me to and we were always talking. But since Ovunda came into my life, I began to forget communicating with her.

Over time, I noticed Ovunda was always on a call to a certain guy in Nigeria who he claimed was his "cousin". I had spoken to him once when Ovunda introduced us over the phone and that was it. I didn't pay any attention to it because I assumed they were just close. But when I started noticing things such as his getting an erection (which by the way was really huge) when he was on the phone with the guy, or getting emotionally triggered (either in anger or happiness) , I started feeling some kind of way.

Funny enough, my mind didn't register he could be gay because Ovunda was an alpha male to the core. Instead, I was jealous that his so called "cousin" was also giving him the happiness we both shared in my home.

One day, Ovunda was on his heated argument with his cousin and he was furious. He almost smashed his phone had it not been it landed on the curtains instead on the wall. He stormed off the house to take a walk ( something he usually does to let off steam) and that was when for the first time, I went through his phone.

Reading the whatsapp messages, I got to find out that this so called cousin of his in Nigeria was actually his boyfriend. From the messages, he was Ovunda's first gay lover and he loved the guy very much. However, the guy was making unrealistic demands all because his boyfriend was abroad. Clearly, he was greedy, selfish and was never satisfied despite how much Ovunda gave him. What surprised me the most was that even when he was shown the sleeping condition and crowded accomodation, he was still insinutating that Ovunda was making excuses. WOW

His birthday was coming up and he was giving Ovunda the ultimatum to either buy him a car worth several millions of naira or he was going to end everything.

I also saw several nude videos and photos they had exchanged and It made me boil with hot envy. I even saw a video of Ovuna fucking the guy and my jaw dropped. He was just thrusting his massive dick in and out of the guys hole with real stamina and all i could do was wish I was the one he was making love to.

As I tried sending some of Ovunda's personal nude photos to myself (don't ask me why I did that because I have no idea) I realised he saved my name as "my light".

A tender warmth enveloped me and I found myself smiling. All the anger and jealousy vanished. I felt truly humbed.

Just as I was closing the phone, I saw a photo of both of us as his screen saver. We had taken the picture when we went to an amusement park and it felt like I was starring at a different person. I looked so happy and at peace beside him and it was at that moment, it dawned on me that what I was looking at on his screen saver was real love.

He was the love of my life. I was happy with him. He made me happy by not doing anything for me than just being himself.

When he returned, he was still moody and my feminine instict kicked in. I made him food and turned on cartoon (which he loved) for him on TV. Weeks prior, he had sustained a small injury at work on his knee so, I got a balm and started massaging his knee.

"so, you can massage like this and you never told me? ehhh?" he said as he playfully knocked my head.

I told him he would be having massage treats from me from henceforth and he smiled like he had just heard a good news.

I started masturbating to the nude photos and videos of Ovunda. The funny thing is that when imagine him ontop of me with his giant dick inside my hole (like I watched in the video clip), I would have a very strong and intense ejaculation and my cum would be in a very large quantity.

My next port of call was the internet. Anything about gay sex penetration became my new obsession. I had to learn how to take a dick in my hole because I knew learning that would be the perfect cement to my love for him.

I learnt doucing and bought a small dildo to practice with and gradually, I started fucking myself with larger ones. Truth be told, it felt so good especially when I am imagining its a real dick fucking my brains out.

 One day, while we were home and I had just massaged his back, he jokingly said assuming I were a woman, he would marry me and would have been fucking me daily. He said I was too caring and that it would really hurt him when I eventually marry a woman ( he was referring to the Nigerian girl).

I laughed and told him nobody was taking me away from him. Sadly, he didn't understand what I truly meant.

I came to realise he no longer was in communication with his so called cousin and this was a huge relief. Guess he made his decision to end things for good.

Because I knew he was still hiding his sexuality from me, I didn't pressure him. Rather, I showed him more love and attention. Anytime we texted each other during work, I would always end my message with "I love you" and he would say "I do too".

I even went out of my way to use my documents and the company's influence to ensure his papers were complete and also to work his promotion for better pay. Expecting he would leave me now he had everything he wanted, he still chose to stay with me.

On his birthday, we both took some days off and went to another city. We went different restaurants and historical sites while taking lots of photos. Because we did a lot of walking, he needed to rest his legs so, we went back to the hotel.

I told him to shower because I wanted to give him a full body massage. He was excited and did as I asked. I also took my shower and "cleaned up". By the time I returned, he was lying on the bed in only his briefs. I started with his hands and then to his shoulders, thighs and feet. As I massaged him, we casually started talking about how we met and how we didn't know life had planned it's own surprises.

Jokingly, I told him he better hurry up and marry me because time was slipping away and he laughed while replying that he's been waiting for me ever since to say "yes". 

All these while we were talking and I was massaging his body , his cock was madly stiff and throbbing in his briefs. His eyes were closed and I guess he was shy. However, he seemed indifferent as though unaware of his erection. 

"Since you want my yes, this is it" I replied.

I placed a gentle wet kiss on both his nipples,  his hairy stomach, and then, I planted one on his throbbing cock. 

Ovunda could no longer hold himself. He pulled me into his arms and we kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed. 

When we managed to take kiss break, he asked me if I had been gay all along and I came out clean to him. I loved him and wanted to be anything as long as it was what would give us both happiness. I told him I knew he was gay from his messages and I wanted to be "the one".

"I want to be the one too" he replied as his forehead met mine.

We hugged and stayed in each others arms for a very long moment before we resumed our deep passionate kisses. 

By the time I knew what was happening, he was ontop of me. Kissing and licking every inch of my body as he called me his baby. When I felt the warmth of his mouth on my cock, I jolted and gasped as he went up and down my shaft before sliding down my balls with his tongue until he found my love hole.

Kudos to my flexibility due to my many years of yoga because immediately, I gave a good spread by opening my legs wide for his tongue to do all manner of heavenly things to me as I moaned and called his name over and over. He truly ate my man pussy like a starving monster. 

After he had satisfied his greedy cravings, he offered he his extremely impressive massive cock to suck and joyfully, I put my newly acquired skill to work. 

I ensured I opened my throat wide enough for him to thrust deep while my hands roamed all over his beautiful solid body and nice firm hairy ass.

He started to moan loudly and reluctantly, he pulled his meat from my gullet.

"I want to fuck you baby" he whispered as he kissed my ears while positioning himself inbetween my opened legs.

My hole was sore and wet from his extensive rimming and his dick was still richly coated with my saliva.

To add, I have a very tender skin and because my ass hole is also just as tender as the rest of my body, fitting into my pussy with his giant pole wasnt much of a task. Besides I have been fucking myself for many months with large dildoes so, I was equal to the challenge. 

We locked eyes as he sank his huge penis into my stomach until I could fell the walls of my intestines pull and stretch like my hole.

My mouth was opened but no scream could come out. Being owned by a man like Ovunda is everything I had imagined and masturbated to.

My dick was super hard and the deeper he fucked my hole, the more precum just kept oozing out uncontrollably. He seemed to notice this and I guess it fascinated him because he would kiss me for a moment, and then, move his gaze from my eyes to stare at my viciously throbbing stiff cock. 

I almost fainted when he took my already curled toes into his mouth for some good sucking while his fingers twitched and fondled my extremely sensitive nipples. 

Ovunda truly, is a skilled lover.

Eventually, I could not hold my passion juice any longer. I began thrashing and calling down the entire heavens to save me from the intense pleasure as I exploded all over us. 

"Fuck yes!!!!! Oh fuck!!!!!" Ovunda screamed as a good quantity of my sperm splashed on his face. He went full throttle as he accelerated his speed-  mercilessly stabbing and aggressively pounding my hole with his torpedo cock until he collapsed on my body while splashing and staining my intestines with rich creamy sperm milk.

We kissed passionately- damning the taste of my cum which was on his mouth area.

As we caught our breath, I felt his strong arms go under my back and pulling me up. With precise maneuvering, he laid on his back with me ontop and asked me to ride him.

I was still fucking hard.

As I bounced on his dick, he stroked my cock and watched me with nothing but love in his eyes. At some point, he sat up, embraced me and took one of my nipples in his mouth while his cock was buried deep inside my already soaking wet hole.

Once again, the sensation shattered me and my cum came pouring like rain and shortly after, he gave a loud animalistic cry and plastered my insides with thick fresh sperm.

We kept saying "I love you" as if it was out of fashion as we held unto each other for life.

It's been 4 years now and we are still together. Our families as usual, is expecting us to bring wives home.

We still do not know what the future holds but we don't care because we have only today and if tomorrow comes, we continue from where we left off.

And as for me, I'm still surprised true love made me gay 

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Trust. E.