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 Last Christmas, I didn't travel to my hometown for the festive season. I was short on money and travelling simply meant going on a spending spree and that was a luxury I could not afford.

Because I was bored at home, I asked friends who were around if they had any activities I could attend and it happened that one had a house party which i could be his +1.  I took the offer immediately even though I had been informed that it was going to be a mixed crowd despite the host was gay.

So, on the D-day, I went to pick my friend and we drove down to the venue. The host was evidently comfortable judging how his flat looked. There were some females there and few gay faces I knew already. Because it was a mixed crowd, the party was boring. The gays where on one side and the straights were sitting at another section.

Couple of hours later, many people started to leave and more gays started to come. However, some straight men were around so, our talks were coded and we weren't fully expressive.

While the party was ongoing, there was this clean beefy looking man I got talking to. He liked my native wear which happened to be my design and we exchanged numbers (he wanted me to sew him an outfit). 

Everything was going well until my ex walked in. I wanted to leave immediately but I changed my mind because I knew doing that would mean he still had power over me and I would not let that happen. 

I tried my best to avoid him but unfortunately, things took a wrong turn. He started doing some childish things to get on my nerves such as trying to touch me or talk to me. One thing with my ex is that he has an alcohol problem and can be extreme when under the influence. 

When his pestering got out of hand, I told him loudly to leave me the fuck alone. But that seemed to provoke him. He started calling me condescending names and being the sort of person that won't be cornered or stand still for such, I too, retaliated. 

We got into a bit of a word exchange until he dropped an unexpected bomb. 

He said I should give him respect because he's the one who gave me a wide hole with his big dick.

Oh my goodness!!!!

 I felt like disappearing.

A little back story: I have always been afraid of big dicks. It scared the crazy out of me. However, after I met Chima (my ex) all that changed. He sweet talked me to the point I feel hopelessly for his charms. Chima had a big dick and because of love, I became brave. As time went on, I started taking his dick easily and because we both loved sex, taking his pole became frequent. At some point, it seemed as if I was under a spell. I no longer found average dicks appealing anymore. If a dick wasn't extra or extra extra large, I am not interested. In fact, I started using large objects and even sizable cucumbers to relieve myself.

I thought Chima was my last bus stop but Sadly, I got to find out I was his side piece. He was in a long term relationship with another guy who was now schooling abroad long before he met me; and anytime the guy was around, Chima would dissappear until he left. I also got to find out he sells dick for rich lagos bottoms. 

Thankfully, the party was really scanty and all the females had gone. The only people who heard him where those sitting within our proximity and unfortunately, my new potential client who wanted me to sew an outfit for him was close. He heard everything. 

Quietly, I gathered whatever courage and pride I had left and took my leave. 

The very next day, I got a WhatsApp message from my new client (whom i had met at the party) asking if I was okay after the altercation and I said I was fine.

He told me not to mind the man because he was drunk. And I replied "okay". He asked me if we knew each other prior to the party and I couldn't lie because it was obvious there was an existing familiarity so, I said "yes". He didn't chat me again until couple of days later.

He sent me a message me saying he was about going for a trip and would come for his measurements when he returns of which, I wished him a safe journey.

Just to be secure, I took a screen shot of his photo on his WhatsApp dp and sent it to my friend (who invited me) asking if he was gay. My friend didn't know him so, I requested he gets in touch with the party host to find out his sexuality on my behalf. 

Turned out he was a former classmate who just relocated to Lagos and for all the host knew, he was straight and had not given any reason to suspect him.

While Amadi (his name) was away on his trip, he would call briefly or send good morning emojis, of which I would thank him. But I never called him or sent emojis because I was afraid and wanted to keep things professional

Few weeks later, he called to let me know he was around. I told him to let me know when he was available for a measurement and he said he'll get back to me. Few hours later, he called to ask where my shop was and what time I closed and when I told him, he said it was too far for him.

He asked my area of residence and it turned out it was closer to him. He asked if he could take his measurements at my house and I obliged. However, when he asked if I stayed alone, I became suspicious. 

(To be honest, Amadi is an attractive man and I liked him).

I told him I stayed alone and he told me he was coming over. Before he hunged up, he asked me if I needed anything because he was in shoprite and I said no.

Amadi didn't come to my house until at about 10:30pm at night.

He apologized for been late and I told him it was okay. We went through some designs I had on my phone and after he picked the ones he liked and we bargained the price, I started to measure him.

In the process, could tell he was nervous about something because he was was shaking and sweating. It became worse when  I measured his waist but just as I squatted and was about taking his trouser length, I saw it. He was hard. As in, hard as a rock. And his dick print was FUCKING ENORMOUS!!!! 

Jizos!!!!

My heart literally stopped and I froze at the sight.

He nervously laughed as he apologized while stuttering something about him getting erections pretty easily.

I told him it's fine and wasn't a problem. 

Just when I thought things won't get any more awkward, he asked if what the guy in the party said was true.

"What is true?" I retorted wondering 

"That you have a wide hole" he replied hurriedly as if the words would dissappear forever if he didn't say it immediately. 

My jaw dropped. 

Was he fucking serious???????

Immediately, he started stammering as he apologized profusely. 

Sincerely, I just felt pity for the guy because he was just a big baby. He didn't have the courage to express himself and it was obvious it took him all the courage in the world to say what he said. The least I could do was to make things easier for him and less awkward.

 I laughed and asked him flirtatiously if he wanted to know weather my hole can take his dick.

He chuckled with nervous relief as he brought out a white hankerchief from his pocket and dabbed the sweat his forehead and neck.

"Maybe.... just that I feel it's too big and It's  embarrassing "

I told him not to worry and asked him if I could touch his dick.

"I would appreciate " he replied.

Amadi was such a gentleman. 

As I touched his iron hard fuck stick, I felt it throb and swell angrily.

"Shhhhh...baby...calm down..." I said to his dick in a whisper as I began to pet it as if it were a vicious dragon. The more I petted his meat, the fatter and harder it got. It was just increasing like it was possessed.

Slowly, as I unbuckle his belt and pulled down his zip, he got really anxious because his shivering intensified. When I asked if he was okay, he told me everything was happening like a dream because, being with a guy was a long time fantasy of his. 

"You're in the best hands baby" I replied as I looked up and winked at him which made him smile.

Just as I pulled down his trousers and briefs, his massive meat leapt out. 

HOLY FUCK!!!!  His penis was a disaster already happening. 

I was mesmerised to the point I had to measure his cock with my tape. Amadi is 11.9 inches and 7 inch thick in circumference.  

"Unbelievable!!!!"- I gasped.

"What do you think?" He asked...a look of confusion plastered on in his face.

I laughed and told him his dick was a relic suitable for a national museum and we both laughed. 

I felt his equally two massive dangling balls and boy, were they heavy.

A juicy huge drop of precum dangled on his prick hole and I caught it quickly while planting a lovingly sweet kiss on his dick hole and fat cap in the process. 

Inch by inch, I began swallowing his scary pole like a starved python and it made my eyes water. I kept challenging myself as I forced my throat down his girthy shaft until i felt his bush tickle my nose tip. I pulled back and released his moster from my throat as i desperately gapsed for air. As I caught my breath, I kept wanking his fist size saliva coated rod with my both hands. 

"Wow... you gave it a deep throat... first time ever " he muttered huskily. I smiled in appreciation as I returned to the battle of the throat vs dick.

After I had assaulted his pole with my mouth to my satisfaction, we both took off our clothes and headed for my bedroom. 

Now lying sprawled naked on my bed, Amadi looked like a deity and of course, I felt like a high priest (or priestess). I licked every part of his body and hearing him shiver, gasp, moan and jolt as my tongue touched some parts of his body triggered my hormones. 

As I laid beside him with my head facing his cock, I encouraged him to touch my body and feel my ass which he did. 

"You got a nice soft ass" he moaned as I gulped more dick down my throat. I took a bit of saliva , smeared it on my pucker hole and guided his hands back to my ass. Instantly, his thick finger begins to poke my hole and in no time he was already knuckle deep.

One amazing fact with my hole is that a little lubricant can loosen and open it up like a blooming rose in May.

In a short while, four of his thick fingers were stuck deep in my whore hole. I could tell he was having a fun time by the way he was  fingering me and moaning. 

It felt like he was interpreting the sweetness of my blow job through his fingering. 

"You really do have a big pussy. I love it " he cooed as I stroked his impossible dick.

"You want to fuck my big pussy with your big dick daddy?" I cooed in return.

"If you want to try" he answered and instantly, I sat across him. His cock was already coated with my spit and still oozing precum in heavy quantity so I was good to go.

I held his dick and used the fat head to tease my cunt entrance for a bit before slotting it inside like a VHS cassette player.

No exaggerating, as I plunged his pole inside my stomach, it felt as if I was being split in half. His dick was the biggest I've  ever taken and it was a challenge I was willing to see to the finish. 

After a good couple of minutes struggling, I eventually had everything deep inside me.

Because I knew this was his first gay experience, I was determined to give him a memorable moment. 

Putting my flexibility to work, I adjusted myself and did a full split on his cock.

His eyes grew wide in surprise at my acrobatic move and of course, I was happy.

As I rode him like a chariot, I leaned into him and ordered him to suck my fleshy nipples and he didn't hesitate to obey.

He grabbed me with raw hunger and began devouring my  nipples one after the other. He did such a fantastic job that I could not help but plant a big wet kiss on his lips and he responded with equal fire.

As I fucked his dick, we started having raunchy talks.

He told me my hole was so sweet and I asked if it was his mouth talking or his dick?

He said his dick.

I asked if he would like his mouth to confirm what his dick is saying and he replied - "oh god..yes!!!"

Immediately, I got up from his dick and sat over his face. 

OH YES I DID.

I put my big gapping hole on his face and mhen did he suck my hole as if it promised eternal life.

He was making noises like an animal in heat and when I had fed him enough, i sat back on his yam dick.

I did this a couple of times and each time I did, he ate my hole and pushed his tongue much deeper than the last.

Eventually, we got locked in deep passionate kisses and as we did, he held me so tight and began thrusting harder into my intestines. No doubt I felt hot pains but I didn't stop returning the favour. I bounced on his meat with full aggression.

After a moment of intense pleasure, we both entered into a screaming and moaning competition as we began to release our man juice simultaneously. I came on his tummy while he exploded inside my shattered hole. 

Amadi's cum was in such great quantity that it dripped out my hole and soaked my bedsheets.

It took my legs nearly 20 minutes to find the strength to hold my body because my hole was on fire and was a wreck. 

Amadi left that night and I slept like a log of wood. When I woke up, I saw a message from him thanking me for the experience. He said he wanked that morning already just thinking of how freaky we got.  He asked if I was alright and I said "yes". He asked if I would like us to keep fucking and I gave him a definite "yes". He told me the feeling was mutual and that made me smile.

In the spirit of excitement, I unblocked Chima (my ex) sent him a "thank you" text, recharged his phone with airtime and then blocked him again. He doesn't know the embarrassment he thought he gave me has turned out to be a blessing.

So far Amadi is just an amazing man both in and out of the bedroom. They don't make his type anymore.

Written by

Prosper K.