Boys in the hood

Arnold; (Easy Efizzy as  he's called) is a very weird fellow. Though he is bloody show off and believed himself to be the most sexiest guy in the world ( he has a knack for looking good and taking care of himself) , he is very naughty and excessively playful. You never can tell when to take him serious or not. 

Arnold had a great body because he worked out alot. But one thing i didnt like about him was that he lived a fake life. He was super broke but did absolutely everything ( including borrowing)  to keep an appreance

Anyone who didn't know him will assume he was some rich dude because of how he packaged himself. He didn't have any source of income yet he dressed expensive and used the latest gadgets. 

Anytime i cuddled with Ibeh, he ( Arnold) will say things like - "am suspecting you both" (insinuating i and Ibeh were gay lovers). At first, i didnt pay him any attention but after a while, i began to wonder if he was truly jealous or just being a nuisance.

 Arnold started borrowing my clothes and shoes. At first I didn't bother but when I realized he was inconsiderate and ungrateful, (it takes him several weeks to return borrowed items and whenever he does, they were either damaged or poorly used. And when you confront him, he will say things like-" is it because of common shoe you are insulting me?") i stopped borrowing him my items. Infact, i once stopped him from coming to my house but his friends pleaded on his behalf and asked me to over look his behavior.  

After a while, Arnolds started becoming unnecessarily  touchy towards me . At first, i assumed he was trying to patronize me into borrowing him my items so I ignored him. 

But things started getting out of hand when he started wearing loose fitted shorts with no underwear to my house. Some days, he will have an erection and when i looked at him, he will wink at me and throb his dick. On few occasions, when his friends werent looking, he will shift his shorts aside and show me his penis.

I began to question his boldness and to confirm my suspicion, farooq (who i will later talk about) told me to be careful because someone had said something about me. When i asked him " what was said" and "who said?" He refused telling. Either ways, i thanked him and kept this information to myself.

Ibeh called me one day to inform me that Arnold had been arrested and needed bail. Turned out he was arrested for being unable to return money he owed. At first i refused but when i saw how his friends were rallying round to raise money for him, i became soft and bailed him. 

Arnold lived with his aunt and it seemed she was waiting for the right oppurtunity to chuck him out because the day he was bailed, she sent him packing. He moved in with Ibeh but had to leave  when Ibeh's younger sister came visiting. 

By some divine intervention, he moved to my place.

Because farooq had hinted me about the ongoing gossip, i minimize visits from the guys and started avoiding Arnold at all cost. One day he used his penis to brush my upper arm while I sat as he walked passed me. I knew he did that on purpose so, i pretended not to notice. I just kept doing my business.

"can i ask you a question?" he asked.

i gave him the go ahead.

"why dont you like me?"

i asked him what he meant by such a statement and he told me to stop pretending.

Though he sounded jovial, i could tell from the under tone of his voice that he was serious. He told me i was flexing with others but side linning him. I felt trapped but kept my cool.

"what do you mean by flexing others?"  i asked ..still pretending to be naive.

"prick!!!!!!.....my prick!!!!! why you no want fuck this my fine prick?  Abi e no big reach??!!!!!(My dick!!!!....my dick!!!! why dont you want to fuck this my fine dick?Isn't it big enough?q

He said loudly as he flipped out his penis and wiggled it.

I just stared in utter disbelief at his guts.

"you dey fuck up o....sebi you know? .....dey behave like say you no know wosop..."(You are fucking up ... You know right?... acting like you don't know what up)

Just like magic, my body just started getting very horny. 

I told him he was dreaming and went to my room. Once secured, i douched properly and wore a 70s soccer pant ( shorts) that belonged to my dad during his football days. Those shorts were the sexiest thing i have ever seen in all my life. It could barely fit my big bubble ass and i knew it was the right deal.

Looking like a tempting meal , i went to the living room, turned on the TV and laid face down on the floor. I knew once he heard the TV, he will come down to want to bother me. Just as i predicted, he came down stairs.

"see ass" he cooed excitedly like the  pervert he was.

I pretended as if I didn't hear him.

Without asking for my permission, he just shifted my shorts to the corner and opened my ass cheek to view my hole. 

"so because of this pussy you are giving me attitude?.....

leaning close to my ear, he said - "i go burst your toto wella"

hearing that, i felt my hole twitch spontaneously. 

He asked me to suck his dick but when I gave him the option of getting rimmed in exchange, he vehemently refused.  

So,  no rimming, no blow job.

Arnold had a big dick but it never got fully turgid. It was limp and somewhat stiff when erect. 

Hidden in the corner of the couch was my lube I had already secured for the show. I oiled my walls and handed him the lube to anoint his rod. Once he was done, i raised my ass in position for his dick to prove itself. 

Unfortunately, Arnold was all-talk-no-action.

Barely 10 minutes after penetration , he started shouting - "ooh shit". I think it's because I was squeezing his dick with my ass hole.  I noticed whenever I did that to guys, they cum quickly. 

I truly underestimated Arnolds perversion. He became totally uncontrollable. He was ready to fuck me 10x a day if I allowed him. Even though he was a 2 minutes noodles, he was never  tired for wanting more. Eventually, i got tired.  Thankfully, he left once my mother came to pay me a visit.

FAROOQ

During the course of my mums visit, she fell very sick and I really needed help. Absolutely none of the guys was there for me except Farooq.

Farooq is Christian but kept his Muslim name in honor of his late father. He also observed Islamic religious rites such as Salah and Ramadan. He came from a well to do family and lived in a big house with his mother and siblings. 

Farooq is a naturally quiet and very gentle soul. He is extremely honest, never give into idle talks or arguments, kind and very warm. Physically, he was very tall, very dark skinned, Naturally thickly built and had the most beautiful set of brown eyes and white teeth i have ever seen.

Right from when he started coming to my house was when i heard the name "zainab". I learned she was his girlfriend (or wife to be) in kastina. I seriously admired Farooq physically and mentally but because he had such a strong heterosexual vibe, I didnt even bother to think of trying my luck. 

Because Farooq was a natural nurturer, I didnt read meaning to his daily calls, text messages and several acts of kindness.  Sometimes, he will visit and just sit quietly until very late before he takes his leave.  I also noticed he liked coming around when none of his friends were present. 

One day after we had visited my mum in the hospital, he volunteered i pass the night with him because i was emotionally down. I welcomed his offer. When we got to his house, his family welcomed me warmly and I felt so at home. They treated Farooq like a king. The next morning, we were served breakfast and Farooq asked for  the food to be served in the bedroom. As we ate yam and egg sauce, Farooq fed me. I was not expecting it AT ALL.

I just starred at him completely shocked.

"What is your problem?....someone has never fed you before?" He asked.

"Go on.." he urged. 

As I accepted his feeding, he served me another.

"See your big head.  Behaving as if you don't know that I like you very much.."  he teased as he fed me again. It was then everything began to make sense. The calls, the lone visits,  the attention.... 

"was Farooq in love with me and i didn't know all these while?" I asked myself.

As if reading my thoughts, he kept saying I should think back. 

WOW!!!!!! 

"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked. Very confused. 

"Because you were too busy to notice me" he replied as he held a fork with food to my mouth.

We spent the whole day talking. For the first time in a very long time in my life, i began to feel a deep connection with a guy. This wasn't a sexual feeling. It was much deeper and real.

Farooq and i went on several dates and he treated me like a gentleman all through. He will listen to me as i talked and will patiently wait for me to get dressed ( i don't know how to hurry when it comes to dressing up). He was so real and i began to have very strong feelings for him.

One of the days he was waiting to take me out, i made an advance towards him. I kissed him. And he kissed me back. It felt like heavenly magic. I felt his solid muscled body through the soft fabric of his shirt...as my hand went down to feel his dick, i jumped in fright. Farooq's penis was mighty. very fat and long. 

"is it too much for you?" he asked nervously.

"not at all...its wonderfully perfect" i gasped as I began kissing him more intensively. He responded with an equal desire. As i squeezed his penis, he grabbed my ass hungrily and began pressing and squeezing them so hard. But in the heat of our passion, he stopped us. 

"please lets not rush this...lets do it properly" he begged as he looked into my eyes.

I had no choice but to agree.

I dont believe anyone is perfect but Frooq is a very good example of what "perfect" should be.

One evening while we were at home together and chatting on whatsapp ( a very common nonsense we usually do), he told me i was beautiful. I told him i adored him. As if by some telepathic power, we looked at each other simutaneously and smiled.

For the very first time, he asked me what i enjoyed in sex and i told him. He kept asking me to explain things like rimming, frotting and other sexual terms. Clearly, he wasnt "exposed".

Earlier, he had told me he hadnt had gay sex in his life but was willing to try.

When i asked him what he would like to try, he said - everything.

He asked if i wanted to fuck him as well and i told him i was more bottom.

He was extremely relieved and said - "thank God". According to him, taking a dick had been something that didn't turn him on whenever he imagined having sex with me.

 "let me know when you are ready" i had typed..In hope that i wasn't rushing him

"am ready now" he replied.

I looked at him and he smiled nervously. My eyes darted to his crotch and i could clearly see his dick print.

I asked him to give me a moment and come upstairs when i give him a missed call.

"take your time..you know i will wait" he replied with a heart emoji.

Quickly, i got to my room, douched properly, put on some perfume,changed my bedsheet to my favorite beddings, lit scented candles i had kept for over 2 years and wore my sister in-laws silk house robe. She had thrown it away while she was packing but once they had left, i went to rethrive it from the rubbish bag.

Farooq was in the room in no time after i had given him a missed call.

We didnt jump into each others arms like wild animals. We just smiled at each other and kissed at intervals as i undressed him. 

From his broad chest, firm torso, thick hairy thighs and legs to his giant sized penis, Frooq's nakedness was nothing short of Gods master piece. As he held me in his arms and kissed me, i automatically knew it was over for my whore alter ego. The peace and understanding i felt is something that i cannever explain even if i tried.

i asked him to lie down and slowly, i began to worship his body. I started from his toes and began sucking my way up. The smell of his balls and ass hole was like paradise to me and i made sure i tongue worshipped them properly. By the time i came to his penis, it was already raining a fountain of precum. As i licked it all up, Farooq gave a soft gasp and jerked. I took a deep breath and went down his thick long pole with my mouth as he caressed my head and called me baby. I continued licking my way up from this his pubic hair to his stomach and nipples. While i sucked his nipples, Farooq pulled me up to himself and kissed me with fire.

He gently turned me on my back and started sucking and licking every inch of my body. Before he got to my waist, i had already raised my legs for him to eat my ass hole. i just couldn't control the desire. My body was expriencing a sensation like never before as his tongue licked and made love to my hole for over 20 minutes. 

By the time he was lubed and was entering my hole, i was already in heaven.

His love making was slow and tender. He told me i was beautiful...he said i was the sweetest thing hes ever felt.

Because his dick is very big, anytime he pushed deep into my ass hole, i will feel a sharp pain followed by an extremely sweet sensation. Anytime i groaned in pain, he will kiss and console me.  The pleasure was so sweet that i didnt even remember to touch my dick. When i started cumming, he pressed his dick very hard into my hole and began telling me sweet things. Hearing his voice say sweet words to me literally drove me insane. I had an earth shattering climax and as he looked at my dick ejaculate huge amount of cum, he took a deep breath and called my name with an authority i have never heard.

As he kissed me passionately, i felt his life source flow into me.  

All was in my head was "marry me" and as if by telepathic connection, he whispered how he wished we could get married. 

When I jokingly said that wasn't possible because he had zainab already, he became moody....as in very moody. I begged him to calm down but he couldn't.  I later got to find out that as a child, his father wanted him to marry zainab simply because, he (his dad) was fond of her as a child. Zainab also, was his cousin. 

I asked him if he genuinely loved zainab or he was just planning to marry her because of his father? He couldn't give me an answer at first but later told me he was confused because he didnt want to disappoint his father. 

Although I understood his sentimental attachments to his dad, I made him understand that he should not sacrifice his happiness. Keeping his Muslim name was more than enough and marrying a total stranger wasn't a way to his salvation. He thanked me for the advice and we slept in each others arms.

Couple of months after we had the talk, Farooq came to my house looking gloomy. He showed me his phone and It was a text message. Apparently, he told zainab that he was in love with someone else and wouldn't think its fair he keeps her waiting. He also mentioned his religion as another factor ( turned out his fathers family weren't aware he was no longer Muslim) and begged her to keep it to herself  (which she agreed in her response).

Few months ago, Zainab got married.

Its over 2 years I've been with Farooq and I no longer have sex with the other guys. Besides, life has taken its course. We've all disbanded. Bobby is now living with a guy i introduced him to in Lagos and life is doing well for him. Nathaniel has relocated to Ghana and easy effizzy claims to be born again now am Am happy for him.

  At least that will keep him away from unnecessary drama.