Life of a Bi-Curious African Man
Although... I have now moved to the UK, I was born and raised in Africa, Nigeria to be precise.
This was some time in the early 2000's I was in my final year at the University. At that time, my best friend was studying at a University in Lagos (the most popular city in Nigeria ... let's just say Nigeria's 'New York City'' ). He lived at home with his Mom and siblings and if I may add, his mom was one of those '' strict, church-going mommy's''
I, on the other hand, was in at a University out of town, a small suburb about 50miles away from Lagos. Oh, I forgot to add that my friend and I are Bisexual borderline gay..lol
However, due to religion, family values and ultimately the criminalization of homosexuality in Nigeria we did things under wraps. Met and hooked up with guys with similar preferences at the most random places from church, to parties and with the advent of the internet and mobile phones in Nigeria, we got the chance to meet on yahoo messenger, hi5, and blackgaychat
To cut the long story short, we somehow managed to map out a way of satisfying that side of us with uttermost secrecy and fear.
On this particular occasion, I was back at Uni, it was mid-semester with minimal academic activities and I was bored sick at Uni, so I decided to travel to Lagos to spend a long weekend with my friend. It was the usual norm to stay over at his house as his mom and siblings knew me and we had become somewhat family friends.
Prior to me travelling to Lagos, during one of our many midnight calls (call tariffs were cheaper at midnight and often free on some networks''.... talk about the tale of two broke lads) he had told me about a guy he was chatting with and they were planning to meet soon. Ofcourse typical me was excited and somewhat jealous... my bestie always got the best guys!! and I on the other.... let's say I was always at the disadvantage.
Fast forward long weekend, I was live in Lagos before 12.noon, met up with my friend at his Uni and then we headed to his house after his last lecture. Gossiping and giggling all the way home and ofcourse trying to map out a fun-filled weekend for ourselves.
We got to his place and after an exchange of pleasantries with his family and the usual '' mummy, I'm in Lagos for a brief course research'' that was my typical lie whenever I was in Lagos during the school term. My bestie and I settled into his room catching up on life and firming up our weekend plan. He decided to message the new guy he was speaking with and asked if they could meet over the weekend. Let's call the guy John.... Well luckily for my friend, John was free as well and was happy to meet up on Saturday evening. But there was a little problem, there was no way my bestie was going to leave me at home without raising suspicion and likely getting an objection from his Mom.
We had to find somewhere for me to go.... At that moment, I could see the '' bitch why did you come to ruin my parade look on my bestie's face'' There was a long awkward silence in the room for about 10 minutes and then my friend said....don't worry I will cancel and see him some other time. That statement further made me feel guilty so I asked in the coyest manner, how about we meet him together, my friend replied... '' you are joking right?'' bitch are you suggesting a threesome?'' At this point, we burst into laughter and then I said... '' hmmm what if he even likes me better than you'' That made us burst out into even bigger laughter.
After a brief deliberation, my friend decided to tell John that he had a friend over the weekend and couldn't leave him alone, hence they should reschedule. That sounded like music in John's ears as he replied and said, ''that's perfect... I have a friend who has his sisters house to himself all weekend. How about we have something like a double date''... My bestie paired with John and Me paired with Mr Stranger whom I will like to call Mr Banger. This sounded like a perfect plan and we were both happy with this plan.... whoop! whoop!! my long weekend was going to be a ball.
Saturday morning came, we both did his chores in the house, got outfits ready.... it was the time when bootleg jeans and undersize tops were in vogue in Lagos.
I had cooked a perfect story for my friend's mom, I was going for a research at another university located the extreme end of Lagos and if it got too late, we were going to sleep over at the guest hostel at this University. She had nothing against this and bid us farewell.
Soon, it was time for us to set out, the plan was for us to meet at a popular fast-food joint, where we were to have dinner and head to Mr Banger's house. In typical fashion, we got to the joint earlier than planned, got ourselves settled in a corner sipping on a bottle of Fanta each. We usually had this rule of arriving at a date early allowing us the opportunity to ''check out'' the date before they spot us and decide to meet or to bail. ( will post another story on a later time about meeting or bailing)
After about 30 minutes, we saw 2 guys walk into the relatively busy fast food joint, my friend recognised his date as they had exchanged pictures online. They both walked up to us, we exchanged pleasantries and they both sat across us. Mr Banger sat across me on the table while John sat across my bestie.
After a brief chat, they asked if we wanted to eat and stupidly, the ''diva'' in us declined to claim we had eaten. John and Banger ordered something to eat and had their meal while picking conversations with us at brief intervals.
Soon, they were done eating and it was time for us to leave. Oh! and before I proceed, these guys were much older than us, I mean they were already working and were driving. We got out of the joint and got into a car which we later discovered was John's. We drove for about 4 miles giggling and talking about all sorts during the drive. We soon arrived at the house. It was a nicely furnished house. It was obviously neither John or Mr Banger's house. There were family pictures on the wall. It was a very pretty lady who shared a resemblance with Mr Banger and that of her husband and kids. Deep sigh!! the story was true it was Mr Bangers Ssters house!
Mr Banger asked us to settle in and get comfortable, he put on the tv and it was Aliyah's back and forth showing on MTV Base. At this time it was about 10.00pm. Mr banger went in to have a shower, while John and my friend were cuddled up kissing in the corner of the living room which was vaguely lit by the light coming from the TV screen. I glued my eyes to the TV screen trying to ignore the growing bulge in my trousers and the slopping and smacking of lips that was coming from the corner of the room.
A little while later, Mr Banger walked back into the living room, he had no shirt on and was wearing only boxer shorts with a mid-sized towel across his shoulder. Did I omit the part that Mr Banger was of a large body type and at this time I guess I weighed just over 58 stones? He sat right beside me and without any notice, he grabbed my face, knocked me to the floor which had a nicely cushioned carpet and started kissing me, I didn't hold back as I was thoroughly horny at this point. My bestie and John had started to get to business and like werewolves, it was a night of the full moon. I took my clothes off and soon I had only my boxer shorts on.
We kissed for a bit and then, Mr Banger reached for my D*** and this point I had not summed up enough courage to touch his, I allowed him to take the lead. He paused for a second and said... OMG!! you are so small and gave the most ridiculing and demeaning sigh! I was totally embarrassed. I then reached out for his and to my wildest surprise, it was the largest cock I had ever seen in my life... It was long, thick and big. It must have been about 12 inches. Now I understood why he had the guts to call me small.
My friend and John were in full bloom and had no care in the world, they either didn't hear us or probably ignored us. Mr Banger at this point had obviously lost interest and me on the hand was trying to salvage what was left of my dignity. Trying all the tricks I had up my sleeve to pleasure him and his ''weapon of mass destruction'' but Mr Banger wasn't bothered, he laid there and was watching TV. After about 20 mins of me hovering over his large body, he rolled over and said in the crudest manner '' bend let me just fuck you''. My heart dropped, it was a mixture of disgust and fear, in that split second, my entire life flashed in my eyes. He reached out for some petroleum jelly that had been used by John and my bestie and he slathered a handful into my ass without wearing a condom with his full weight and fully erect dick he reached for my ass. I'm certain the tip of his cock had not entered before I screamed out so loud. it was so painful, I felt the sting in my brain. I'm sure I must have shed a tear or two. He backed off and pushed me off like a dead sheep. At this point, John and my bestie were taking a breather from their 2nd or 3rd round. I was so ashamed. Mr Banger kissed his teeth so loudly it was deafening to hear. It was an awkward moment in the room. My bestie came over to me and asked if I was ok. I whispered in most frail manner '' I just wanna go home'' he replied, ''babe it's past 2.00am, we can't leave now'' I took a deep sigh and felt so helpless once more. I grabbed my clothes and got dressed.
At this point, I guess John had gone in to clean up and shortly Mr banger followed him. My bestie and I sat together and cuddled me in an attempt to console me. He promised we were going to leave before 6.00am.
Soon the two guys were back in the living room, John reached out for my friend and pulled him to ''their'' corner, I was sat by myself on the couch while Banger laid back on the carpet. His dick was obviously still erect. I fixed my eyes on the TV, it was still music videos showing on TV and soon I was a little calmer and carried away by the videos.
After 30 minutes, it went silent in the room, my friend and John had fallen asleep and I totally ignored the presence of Mr Banger. counting down to daybreak. I soon got a tap on my leg, at first I ignored and then he called my name. I replied in the most formal manner '' can I help you?'' He replied, '' I need to cum'', I played deaf and then he raised his voice a little higher with a slight hint of aggression. I replied asking '' so what do I do? I cannot take that'' He replied abrasively '' I know... you are a lazy girl'', I muttered under my breathe '' Thank you... Fat man''
He then said, stand up and dance for me while I wank myself, at first I felt like asking,'' are you mad, do I look like a slut?'' but then I thought me myself, the earlier this beast cums and sleeps the shorter this night will be for me.
I stood up and started to dance, again it was Aliyah's '' rock the boat'' that was playing so you can imagine the kind of steps I was bursting.
To cut the long story short, I ended up strip dancing or tease dancing or whatever you like to call it for this guy. I was making an absolute fool of myself. I did this for almost 45 mins before he finally shot out some little drops of something that looked like lime juice while making the ugliest sounds I have ever heard in my life! I felt like spitting at him.
I slumped into the couch, exhausted. At this point, it was almost 4.00am in the morning. I sat for a bit and then woke my friend up. '' Let's go I said'' We were out of their house at about 4.50am. Mr Banger was snoring heavily when we left, John stood up and saw us off to the gate of the house. I avoided eye contact with him as he kissed my friend goodbye.
I cut my long weekend short and I was headed back to my Uni that evening. That was the last time my friend and I ever tried a double date or anything of such sort. It's been years passed now and my bestie is still my bestie. He has remained my best friend for over 15 years now.