MY BESTIES BROTHER

 Hello Teebeelicious, I hope this story gets to you as I've not had any response from you for many months. However, seeing that you're back publishing stories, I've decided to rewrite. Hopefully, you'll see it and publish. 

So, I grew up in Lagos and had a best friend called Chika. As a child, she was fondly called my "wife" because we were inseparable. We attended the same local school in the neighbourhood, and our parents ended up as friends. 

However, my mum remarried, and we moved from Lagos, Nigeria to Cameroon.

Cut long story short. My stepfather passed away after some number of years, and we came back to Nigeria and ended up in Owerri where my mothers family is from. 

One day, while visiting my mother, I ran into Chika, my childhood friend, and we were overjoyed to reconnect. Evidently, we were now grown and changed. However, the energy didn't feel different. It seemed our friendship simply continued from where it stopped.

Chika was a student in Owerri while I worked in Abuja. 

Out of excitement, I brought her home to meet my mother but unfortunately, that was a wrong move because my mother, who has been on my neck for marriage started praising God and dancing because i had brought my wife home.

Like???

How???

Why???

And to make matters worse, Chika seemed to automatically buy into the idea and became a first class busy body. She started cleaning the house, doing laundry, and running errands for my mother. I'm not a novice to all these drama from women and If you ask me, I'll say all these eye service she was doing was simply because she wanted a husband. Period!!!!

The few days I came for visiting was nearly impossible to get rid of her. Chika refused leaving my side.

At first, it was great having my friend back but at some point it became a nightmare when she started making sexual advances towards me.

Asides being a gay man, I see Chika as a sister. Also, her being pushy and needy just felt so weird.

A day before i left back to base, she called her eldest brother, Ebube to speak to my mum and me. (Another attempt of her to cement her stay in my life).

Ebube was older than me and I remember back in the day how I would use the excuse of visiting Chika just to look at him. He was a very hot man. 

However, there was a situation that happened when I was quite young. In fact, I had forgotten about it until Chika called him. 

What has happened was that i had gone to do my assignment at Chika's house as usual but she was out on errands so, I had to wait for her at the patio area.

While waiting, her mother was with Ebube in the living room and I over heard her warning/scolding Ebube to stop homosexuality. Yes- that was the first time I heard the word.

Apparently, from her statement, she had caught him with a guy in his room. 

 When I spoke to him on the phone, the sound of his voice brought back the attraction I had for him. I asked Chika if he was now married and she said "no". 

She started bad mouthing him over his refusal to get married despite his age- (another red flag on her).

I asked to see his photo and when she showed me, my heart summersaulted.

Ebube was now a god in flesh.

Beard gang. His piercing eyes had tripled. He was buff. Hairy. Solid. I could not believe my eyes. 

So this kind of man was in the same Abuja with me, and I didn't know?

I gave her money and asked her to go to the market and buy things for her brother which I could take to him. I needed an excuse to meet with him.

When I got to Abuja, I sent him a text message introducing myself and telling him his sister had some things for him.

After a couple of hours, he replied asking if I'd wanted him to come to mine or if I could bring it over. 

I invited him over while also stating that it would also be a good opportunity for him to know my house.

In the course of our discussion, he asked me what I did for work and if I was married. I told him what work I did and that I was single. When I reiterated the question, he told me what he did for work and said marriage was over hyped and he preferred his peace. 

We shared our ordeal of marriage pressure and joked about it.

He asked to see a photo of what I looked liked and I shared a couple of my photos with him.

"Wow...are you really this handsome?" He replied with a love eyed emoji (😍) and that was all the greenlight I needed.

I asked for a pic of his and he sent me a couple of photos , including shirtless gym photos of himself. Obviously, he wanted me to see his hot body.

I teased him and called him a heart breaker. He swore he's an introvert and always busy with work. He also said he's hoping to have that "special friend" whom both of them could take care of each other. 

At this point, we both already knew what we were and that we fancied each other even though we hadn't said it word for word.

He told me he would be coming over during the weekend to collect the items and without been told I knew it was a date. 

Upon his arrival, I lit up many scented candles, oiled my skin, wore a transparent top with a plunging neck and tight hot shorts that revealed every curve I was blessed with.

I cooked fried rice and grilled peppered chicken. 

When he arrived, he froze for a bit at the door and asked if he was walking into a marriage proposal he wasn't aware of.

We both laughed. 

When I served him food, he insisted we ate together because he didn't want the love potion in the food to catch only him.

Ebube was a joker.

I sat next to him and just when I wanted to serve myself, he stopped me and insisted we ate from the same plate.

Wow.

As we ate, he praised my cooking and occasionally fed me (and i did same).

After we'd eaten, he said he felt hot and removed his shirt- mind you, the air-conditioner was on full blast. 

Few minutes later, he asked to use the restroom and I pointed him to the right direction. Couple of seconds later, he called me from the restroom asking me to come.

Thinking something was wrong or maybe I'd ran out of tissue paper, I went to meet him. 

Getting there, he pointed to a frame quote on the wall and asked where I'd bought it.

As I replied, my eyes fell to his crotch and my heart stopped.

Ebube was holding a big fat black penis in his hand. He wasn't urinating. He just held it.

I didn't know weather to walk away or touch it because I'm not that brave. 

As he started talking about how he liked the art work, I noticed his penis started to stir and grow.

What I thought was a big fat cock was an underestimation. Ebube was enermous. 

"What is this??"  I exclaimed in shock.

"What do you mean?...are you not the one that caused it?" He retorted- the humour in his voice, thick.

"Why are you looking at it? Will it touch itself?" He continued. 

With a trembling hand, I reached for it and felt it. It was hot..very hot. Throbbing and solid like stone.

"It's really hungry" I muttered 

"Is it only touching?"he added. His voice, heavy with desperation. 

I knew he wanted more and I was ready to give it in surplus.

I stepped closer to him ...our faces inches away. He was breathing heavily. 

"Tell me...what would you like me to do with this big massive cock?" I cooed..my mouth extremely close to his.

"Anything...everything " he gasped. 

We kissed, hungrily for what felt like forever before I grabbed his cock and led him to my bed like he were a cow.

"Take it all off" he ordered. His voice was stern but warmly smooth. 

I slowly started taking off my clothes as he watched me like a predator watching its prey. His cock nodding and increasing recklessly.

As if his clothes were on fire, he rushed out of them and descended on me. 

Ebube devoured me. His mouth and hands where all over me-Squeezing, sucking, kissing, biting, pressing, caressing.

In the middle of ravishing, he stopped and grunted - "show me that hole baby. Show your daddy that pussy " 

Seductively, I turned around put my chest on the bed, raised my ass up and parted my cheeks as wide as possible. 

Ebube literally whistled. 

One thing I know for a fact is that my hole is very pretty and fresh. Soft, smooth, and succulent. 

When I felt his mouth on my hole, I gasped and began to moan like a virgin experiencing the thrill of ecstasy for the first time.

 Ebube truly loved to rim because he could not get enough of my juicy cunty. He ate my hole to stupor for what felt like years. By the time he inserted a finger, it easily sank in with no restrictions or qualms. I was wide open. 

My mouth was watering uncontrollably for some meat and immediately, I spun around and took the 69 position. I was ontop of him- my fat ass suffocating his face while his mammoth pole was equally gagging and suffocating my throat with no mercy or regard for my health. 

It was a competition of who gave the best mouth service. 

After trying to outdo each other, I repositioned myself over his saliva coated giant pole, my hole was loose and gaped enough with his rimming and aggressive fingering for the perfect invasion. 

Just as I began to sink my sore and swollen pussy over his throbbing veiny cock, Ebube attacked one of my nipples with his mouth as his fingers found the other nipple. 

I literally saw stars.

I could feel my cunt painfully stretch and pull but because my extremely sensitive nipples were lovingly serviced, I kept swinging back and forth between Intense pain and pleasure. It was like I was going crazy. 

"Take it all baby...take all of daddy's dick" he grunted on my nipples as the vibration of his voice traveled from my nipples to my brain 

I kept pushing down on his fuck stick until I could feel the prickly sensation of his trimmed bush on my ass cheeks.

After begging him to stay still for a moment so that the pain will ease away (which thankfully he agreed), I slowly started moving up and down. My pussy was already seeping juice to assist my hole manage the torture. 

I started rolling, bouncing, and riding his big fat black meat with everything in me. 

At some point, he sat up, used his big hands, grabbed two of my ass cheeks, pulled them apart, planted a big wet juicy kiss on my lips and started pounding me like fufu.

After a good 25 minutes, he rolled over me with my two legs high in the air as he continued battering my hole as if it owed him money. 

Just when I thought I could no longer experience any more pleasure, Ebube took one of my feet and began sucking my toes as he plunged deeper into my rectal cavity. As if that wasn't enough, he took my aching rock hard, precum oozing prick and started to wank me.

My eyes rolled into my head proper.

I started to vibrate uncontrollably as I felt my climax building. 

Noticing the change of my body language, Ebube began telling me how sweet and beautiful I was as he encouraged me to cum for him. 

I let out a very loud scream as my milk sprayed both of us.  

Ebube spread my both legs wide and began fucking me with serious vengeance. The pain was unbearable. I begged him to slow down as my once scream of pleasure turned into a scream of agony.

I begged him to stop... to pause... to slow down. But it seemed he could not help himself.

He continued thrusting violently into my already fraustrated pussy until he started breathing like a bulldog. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and let out a silent scream. 

Hot sperm like magma began flowing into my hole in buckets and tanks. I could feel the soaked wetness his spunk was making out of my hole.

"Kiss me baby" he gasped breathlessly as his mouth met mine.

We kissed and kissed until our lips could not handle it anymore. 

As we laid on each other's arms trying to catch our breath, he whispered- "are you ready for part two?" 

"Haaa!!!!!"

"What????"

I screamed and he bursted out laughing. 

He told me I was too sweet and he would love to have me many times a day if I would permit. 

That night, he didn't go home. He was with me and we made sweet passionate sex with different styles and positions all through the night till the morning. 

Ebube was truly a champion. 

One day, as we were going back home from the cinema, he got a text message and from his facial expression, I could tell he wasn't happy. I asked him what was the problem and he showed me the message. 

It was Chika. She was asking - no, begging him to talk to me and convince me to marry her. 

It had been many months since I purposely minimised my communication with her drastically but she'd been relentless. 

Ebube had shown me a message she sent him a while prior saying that a prophet told her I was her husband. She's been bombarding his phone back to back and he was sick and tired of her.

Unfortunately, none of us can tell her the truth of the matter which is, her prophesied husband  is dating and fucking with her brother.

Please keep me anonymous 🙏