THE CHEF

Years ago, I and my cousin lived in our uncle's boys' quarters in Abuja. We had both finished university and moved to the federal capital with absolutely nothing but a bag of clothes and hopes of getting our dream jobs and becoming big boys.

Because my uncle is a very busy man and rarely stayed in Abuja, we were at the mercy of his wife who was mean and made us do all the hard work in the house (despite having several house helps). She never gave us food in return for our work. Instead, she kept belittling us and ensuring we stay fraustrated.

 We were super broke and hungry, and life was VERY hard for us. Because our uncle's house is big and fancy, anyone would assume we were living large, but in truth, we were suffering. Seriously. 

There were few restaurants in the neighbourhood, but a particular one stood out in terms of neatness, food packaging, and richness of taste. The owner was male and very friendly. The first time we (I and my cousin) went there to eat, the owner made us feel welcome and served us huge portions as well as gave us a complimentary takeaway. 

At the time, I had my suspicion that he could be gay because not only was his excitement to see and serve us food quite "odd," but also, he was just too groomed. His fingernails were well manicured, and he also wore nail polish. His skin was plum, glossy, and spotless, and it reminded me of those Nigerian female celebrities on Instagram. 

Though he wasn't feminine in mannerisim, his energy was, and I could clearly tell by the way he looked at me that he admired me. 

On our way home, I asked my cousin if he noticed anything weird about Collins (the name  of the restaurant owner) but when he said "no", I assumed it was all in my head so, I let it slide.

A few days later, I was extremely farmished from walking around town looking for a job and was starving. As I walked past Collins restaurant, on my way home, he called me and asked me to come in and have a meal. When I told him I didn't have money, he said he understood my condition and I didn't need to pay anything. 

After filling my stomach and having a big takeaway, he requested my number, and I gave him.

The very next morning, he sent me a good morning message on WhatsApp while calling me "dear." I showed my cousin the message, and once again, he acted indifferent and brushed it off.

Because Collins had been kind to me, I wasn't  rude in my response. I simply kept it cordial. But when he started sending me heart ❤️ emojis and love memes, I knew what he was all about, and I ignored him completely. 

Obviously, he understood I didn't "roll like that," so he stopped messaging me. 

However, my cousin kept going to his restaurant and coming back with food (which I did eat out of). All of a sudden, he never seemed to lack anything, and I began having my suspicion. 

 I knew there was "something" between Collins and my cousin because on many occasions, anytime Collins called, my cousin would leave the room to answer. At some point, I did some snooping when my cousin was asleep (he is a heavy sleeper) and went through his phone (i knew his unlock code). 

I was quite shocked at my findings. Just like I suspected, they were in a sexual relationship, and Collins was also giving him money. There were loads of nude photo exchange between them, and if I was surprised to see that Collins body was soft and smooth like that of a woman.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought my cousin was gay (or bi) because  last time I checked, he had a serious girlfriend.

I kept things to myself and acted like I knew nothing because as it was, he and Collins were the ones sustaining me.

Unfortunately, things got pretty bad for me. What had happened was that my cousin met someone (a guy) on Facebook who lived in Lagos, and they formed this "very close friendship." They would speak for hours daily, and he no longer depended on Collins for food and money. His new friend now catered to his needs, and a few months into their friendship, my cousin moved to live with his "friend" in Lagos, and that was when I saw hunger promax.

Since I was now the only person around, my uncle's wife ensured I did ALL the work. Although she knew I needed to job hunt, she would heap chores for me to do that could last the whole day (if not two).

I was starving. Depressed. Confused and lonely... and there was nobody to help me.

Anytime I saw my cousins WhatsApp stories and social media posts with his "friend" in Lagos going places and looking happy, I would feel abandoned and wonder if I was cursed. 

Stuck between dying of hunger or taking my life, I decided to swallow my pride and message Collins.

I started by sending him a funny short comedy skit, and he sent me a laughing emoji. He asked how I was doing, and I told him I was managing life. He asked whether I was still in town because he hadn't seen me for a while, and I lied that I went home to see my parents.

(Actually, what happened was that when I realised he was gay, I started avoiding him by following a different route that wouldn't warrant me passing his restaurant).

 When I noticed he was very formal in his communication, I tried to lighten things up by paying him some compliments. I complimented his cooking and asked if he attended a culinary school. He laughed and told me cooking was a natural flare, and he had actually studied petro-chemical engineering. He told me he had worked for some years, gathered money together, and started his own business. I also complimented his skin and asked what products he uses, and at that point, he called me on video to show me his products. 

Not only did my jaw drop at the size of his bathroom but also at the collection of his branded cosmetics. There were just too many.

Thankfully, in the course of our chat, he asked if I had eaten, and when I said no, he told me to come to the restaurant for a meal, and I jumped at the offer.

As usual, I left with a bloated tummy and takeaway.

From that day, we began a friendship, and once again, he started using "dear" in our communication, and I played along. 

Knowing I was looking for a job and needed money, he suggested I use his car to run Uber and keep all the money. I was flabbergasted 

In the course of our friendship, I got to find out Collins father used to be a big politician before he died, and he was well connected to father's friends and comrades. Judging from his lifestyle and background, Collins didn't need to work for money. However, he was grounded and humble. 

Over time, he started flirting with me and as well, opened up about his affair with my cousin. When I told him I'd seen their photos and video , he was embarrassed. But I told him there was nothing to feel odd about because he had a beautiful body. 

He confessed I was the one he wanted but because I wasn't interested, he took my cousins offer. I could not believe my eyes when he showed me proof that my cousin was the one who came after him and initiated their affair. 

One thing led to the other, and our discussion became sexual. We talked about the kind of porn we liked, our favourite sex positions, etc. When he said he loved to suck dick and swallow cum, I was intruged because I had been dying to experience such. Mind you, naturally, i have a high libido and at the time, I was extremely horny and sex starved because I had no girlfriend. I was wanking back to back and it wasn't helping matters.

When I told him I love giving it hard and rough, he was excited and said that was how he loved getting fucked. He told me my cousin was a lazy fucker and cums too quick. 

In the course of our chat, I told him I love it when my partner doesn't complain about my dick size but instead will moan and show me they're enjoying it. I'm not trying to brag, but my dick, when hard, is 10 inches + and very thick. But It has always been a problem because all the women I've fucked ALWAYS found it uncomfortably painful. 

FYI: Never believe what you see in porn or read on papers. 90% of women find big penis uncomfortable)

Hearing this, Collins was happy and to my surprise, he showed me a dildo he uses to fuck himself. Truly, he loves it big, and without a doubt, I knew he could take my size pretty well. 

The more we shared our sexual preferences, the more we realised we both had very strong sexual chemistry. In fact, my dick was already hard from our chat because I was damn horny. 

I don't know what got into my head, but I found myself asking for his ass pix. I just wanted to see it again to refresh my memory, and he sent it. Fresh, soft, and juicy, just like I remembered. 

He requested to see my cock and when I sent it, he went crazy. 

Without my asking, he sent me a video of him fucking himself with the huge dildo. THAT WAS IT!!!! I wanked and shot a big fat load like never before. But despite I had cum real hard, one thing was certain... I was going fuck that big soft ass of his real hard until he spells my name backwards. 

After our sex-chat, we started flirting heavily with each other and anytime we were together and no one was looking, I would playfully squeeze his ass very hard and for a fact, his bum was fluffy and deliciously soft. He too would feel my dick and tell me how wonderful it was. From touching, it gradually progressed into occasional stealing of kisses here and there, and funny enough, I didn't feel awkward. 

Eventually, the D-day came. I had just dropped off my last client when he sent me a text asking me to bring the car to his house and not the restaurant as usual. 

Immediately, I knew we were going to fuck because his mother had travelled a day prior for a funeral with their maids and his grandmother (who was very troublesome) was the only one at home. Because it was very late and she was probably asleep due to her medication, i knew the coast was clear. 

I had barely driven passed his gate when it dawned on me that finally, I was going to fuck his ass. Even though I was aware it was a mans ass, my penis rapidly increased because images of his bum started reappearing in my mind. I needed to smash his hole badly.

Once I got to his room, he was already wating at the door in an adire silk robe. As we hugged, he smelt so damn good and his body was deliciously locious. Unconsciously, my hands went down to feel his soft ass and FUCK!!!!! Was it bouncy. He wore nothing under so I scooped my hands under his robe to feel the raw flesh.

I dived one of his nipples instantly and devoured it like a monster. Once I finished with one, I attacked the other one with equal vengeance. I kissed his smooth skin while squeezing all his body hard.

Collins kept squirming and moaning as I played with his succulent nipples. He led me to his king size bed and once I sat on the edge, he knelt before me as if I were his god and began to undress me. Finally, I was naked as the day I was born.

He didn't hesitate to take my huge cock in his mouth and when I say Collins can suck penis, I know exactly what I am saying.

I watched in amazement as my huge cock slowly vanished into his warm throat inch after inch. His eyes were watering uncontrollably but he kept going....deeper and deeper as he groaned as if my dick was a palatable meal he was eating.

It was as if my brain was boiling and about to explode from pleasure so I had to stop him because if he continued, I would surely cum.

Seeing how he's shown me how good he could suck a dick, I decided to return the favour by showing him my special talent-  hole licking.

Aside from having a giant dick, I have a gift of eating holes. If there's one thing I can boast of, it is how I can make females reach orgasm with only my mouth. 

I stood up, made him take a low doggy position at the edge of the bed, and then went on my knees.

Collins sure did have a very pretty pink and neat hole. His ass colour was just like the rest of his body. There was no discolouration or smell whatsoever, and I was super pleased. 

I started with planting tender pecks all over his ass cheeks and slowly began wet kissing it. By the time I introduced my lips and tongue, he was already speaking Latin and shivering as if he was possessed. 

Eating his hole gave me joy. It was DELICIOUS!!!!.

At intervals, I will stand and use my dick knob to tease his ass hole and push a bit inside before continuing eating. I kept repeating this until only my dick cap could fully enter his tight and hot hole.

I could feel l his hole loosen up on my turgid dick so I slowly started to thrust while spitting on my dick to give it more lubricant. 

Anytime Collins screamed in pain as I pushed more inches inside him, I would remove my dick and suck his hole nice and sweet until he starts to moan out of pleasure and then, I will penetrate him again.

Gradually and with skilled patience, I finally pushed the last inch inside his deep sugar hole with only saliva as lubricant. (Yes,You heard me right).

The reason why I used saliva is because I love to eat ass and since lubricants likely contain chemicals, I won't be comfortable with licking it from the ass. Saliva is more natural.

At first, i fucked Collins nice and slow while asking him how he was feeling. He told me was feeling like he was pregnant because he could feel my cock inside his stomach. As I pushed deeper into him, he would jerk and sob like a baby and I will comfort him.

Very gradually, i started to pick up my pace and after a sweet moment, I grabbed him real tight and started to hammer him with vengeance. 

He was squirming and sobbing uncontrollably but I didn't stop. I battered his hole with every ounce of energy I had and to my joy, he started moaning "please fuck me...oh fuck me..yes fuck me". 

Once his hole became very wide opened and wet until I could no longer feel its grip on my dick, (just the way I love it)  I started to feel my cum rush irreversibly. 

It was truly a shouting galore as we both raised our voices to the heavens in unison as we released our juices.

Even after i went soft, I didn't want to remove my cock from his loose and sweet hole. It was so damn sweet. 

As we caught our breath, one thing was certain, - this was the best fuck of our lives and we weren't going to stop.

Written by 

Don. E.

 

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