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A Web: Torn Between My Friend And His Sister Part 2
by Omofineboy
So far there had been relative peace in the new formed town.
Faisal had always been the ladies’ man. He Had the perfect physique for a Romeo/Casanova. Sometimes we played football together or I followed them to their farm.His family had accepted me as one of them. I lived with my sixty year old grand Ma who was yet to recover from the loss of her only child, my dad.Sometimes she had this faraway look and I guessed she was wistfully thinking that God shoud have taken her instead of her son. It was bad omen, according to her, for a parent to bury his/her child.It should be the other way around. Faisal followed me to the house. I was mystified by his statement but I kept my cool. I could imagine how I would have felt if the shoe was on the other feet. To catch my friend banging my little sister would have been a bit too much on the nose. Couldn’t nt condone that.
So, we greeted my Grand Ma who was cheerfully working in the kitchen. She was fond of Faisal and she asked after the wellbeing of his family which he answered perfunctorily.
He shut the door and put on the latch. Then he grabbed me and pushed me to the wall. I was taken aback. Before I could gather my wits, his tongue was in my mouth while his two hand were rubbing my ass cheek. I tried to push him but he overpowered me. Suddenly I started melting in his arms. I grabbed his ass too and our dicks rubbed onto each other. A strange sensation filled and overawed me. I had never kissed or thought of any homosexual encounter or tendencies before. I was confused but mainly excited by this alien seduction. He ground his waist on mine and made sexy motions, gyrating and dry humping me. I could feel my precum. His kissed deepened and I was sure my lips would be sore later.
Then we heard my Grand Ma's unmistakable footsteps.
“Omo, supper is ready. Come and get yours,” my Grand Ma called from outside. I caught my breath.”Yes Ma. I am coming!” I replied breathlessly. “Not yet buster. You aren’t coming yet,” he teased huskily with his smoky eyes looking dreamily at me. “I can’t go out like this,” I pointed at my gargantuan hard-on. “Cool down. The food isn’t going anywhere, “he said coolly.
We ate and afterward, Faisal shed his clothing. My grand Ma had a visitor and they were in the sitting room gisting their lives away while Faisal was about to ravage her only grand son. The prospect was sinfully exciting.
We resumed our lovemaking.
“Have you been fucked by a guy before?” He inquired. “Nope. What about you?” “Yeah, I banged Ali and Sylvester last year,” he said. These two hunks were the most sought after hetro guys I knew next to Faisal. “You are kidding me!” I exclaimed. “Anal sex is the in thing now bro. Some of these married uncles indulge in it. You would be shocked if I told you who is forever trying to seduce me with expensive gifts just to give him a taste of this dick,” he said mischievously. I refrained from commenting .I was too wound up in the good things yet to come.
His chest was broad and the nubs that formed his nipples were dark against his fair complexioned skin. His arms were muscular and hairy. His abs were simply perfect. His chiseled face had some stubble that grazed my face when he kissed. Me. God, man would be my brother in-law. If we fucked, how would I ever resist him? A thousand questions rang in my head but at that moment, fuck reasoning. I was caught in the moment and nothing in the world mattered. It was a world with just Faisal and I. His calloused hands did things to me that reeled my head.
We lay in the 69 position. He took my dick in his mouth and sucked expertly. I followed his cue. Our dicks are almost the same size but his was fatter. It barely fitted my mouth. I licked it like candy.I played with his huge balls and caressed the area around his man hole. He moaned ecstatically and bucked his ass cheeks.
Then he turned me over and tried to enter my virgin hole in a missionary position but the puckered hole could not budge. He spat on his fingers and rubbed his spittle on the crown of his erect dick. Then he pushed into me. The pain was too much but the desire to discover this secret pleasure and please my friend overshadowed it. I bit my lower lips as he inched further. He was slowly thrusting until I could accommodate him.Then he shoved in until I felt the hilt of his prick. I began to moan as he grunted. We fucked for some minutes in that position until he increased his speed while he fucked me, he wanked my dick. Without warning I started spurting my spunk. He gave a final thrust and I felt jets of his hot spunk shooting relentlessly inside me. The muscle around my manhole constricted and drained every last drop of that man juice. We lay sated in the afterglow. “Omo, tell Faisal that Aisha is looking for him,” my Grand Mother announced from outside the room. “Yes Ma,” I answered casually.
Our eyes locked and we smiled. He grabbed me and gave me a final kiss. It was so passionate and long and deep. I returned the kiss with the same fervor. I felt the stirrings of our male members. But there was nothing to be done about that now. We quickly dressed and got ready to face Aisha, the cord that had us bound together.
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