Those evenings when I had nothing.
Evenings when Udoka, my neighbor, made pomo stew and rice, filling the whole neighborhood with the spicy aroma.
I would kneel down to pray after hours of fasting and prayers. I usually ended my fast with milk or fruits. But this evening was one of those evenings I had nothing. One of those evenings when I was so bleak and helpless, with nothing left in me but hope.
I had just lost my job and had moved into this neighborhood because I couldn't afford to live in a flat anymore. A neighborhood filled with endless humor-of people who had no jobs or who had mini shops, men who lived with four children and their wives in a room, single ladies who were believing God for husbands, and young bachelors who believed their time would soon come.
My room was next to an NYSC corper, who I later learned was Udoka. He spoke less, was not always at home, and came home every weekend with women.
The day I moved in, he was the only person who didn't come to say welcome, and the next day, he greeted me like I had always lived next to him. A casual "Good morning, boss," and he went off before I could introduce myself.
The next time I saw him was in the bathroom. I had never lived in a compound filled with so many people, and I had no idea the guys bathed together to save time. I was already naked in the bathroom, cursing under my breath about the water not being as warm as I wanted and the cold being so menacing.
When I heard the footsteps coming, I broke into the popular Akanchawa song to let the intruder know that someone was in the bathroom. I had so much soap on my face, and before I could mouth the next lyric, the bathroom door was yanked open. I screamed and hastily rinsed my face to see who the bastard was.
"Good morning," Udoka said casually, as usual, and started removing his clothes to bathe.
I immediately caught the memo—it was normal here to walk in anytime to bathe.
I felt used and abused, covering my God-given manhood with both palms. But because Udoka wasn’t paying a single bit of attention to me, I felt stupid as well. I quickly poured water on my head and left the bathroom when Udoka was fully naked, his buttocks quivering like jelly and his manhood dangling with every move.
Those images tormented me for weeks. Weeks when I prayed for forgiveness of sin, when I fasted for a new job and for God's glorious provision, Udoka's naked images were reserved for the last moment in the night when I finally touched myself. Slowly at first, then vigorously, until a ruffled moan escaped me.
While I was still praying and willing for God to provide, I had also wished for Udoka's pomo stew. I had imagined going in to ask him to help me with some. I had also imagined him grabbing me and sliding his monster c*ck inside me. But that would be going back to my vomit. I had promised God after Tunde dumped me and broke my heart into tiny shreds that I would live my life wholly for Him and Him alone.
When I knocked on his door the fifth time, I thought he would not open. I was about to go back to my room when the door creaked open.
I had told him shamelessly how hungry I was, and he asked me to come in.
He had dished for his girlfriend, who said she was leaving for a meeting and requested that he dish hers in a flask. And since the food wasn’t much, he dished the remaining food in a big plate for both of us to eat.
We sat on the floor eating while his girlfriend left. He was in loose boxers, and his d*ck slung out freely from one end. In its flaccid state, it was terrifying, and while we ate in silence, I had imagined it in my mouth. It would take a miracle for that to fit in my mouth.
I had imagined it filling my hole, stretching it to its full limit.
His d*ck suddenly started getting fuller as the seconds passed, as though he was reading my thoughts. When we finished eating, he was ashamed to stand up to keep the plates. We had sat there in our own erection, awkwardly hoping it would go down soon.
I was about to grab the plates to put them away when he noticed my erection. He chuckled and dragged me close to himself. At that moment, my heart stopped. He kissed me at first and then pulled my trousers down almost immediately sucking and swallowing at the same time like a starved wh*re.
When his Dick entered me, digging through the walls of my stomach, my hole expanding and making sloppy sounds i whispered prayers of forgiveness. He had fucked me for minutes, his Dick thrusting deeper and deeper till i had that ruffling sound escape him and warm liquids filling my hole. He had immediately turned me over and immediately inserted my d*ckk inside his own hole riding and gliding. His hole wet and slippery sending chills down my spine. His ass cheeks full and thick were driving me crazy!!
To be continued..
