Gay Erotic Stories

My name is Aliyu. I am twenty years old, from the northern part of Nigeria. My father died when I was only fourteen and in secondary school-leaving a gulf that forever changed my large, polygamous family.Because of our large family, (he had three wives and sixteen children), we owned one of the biggest house in the village of Bama. My mother was the first wife and I was the seventh of her eight kids. Each wife had her own compound within the family house but since out of the sixteen, we were only four boys, we had a room to ourselves. I was the youngest boy, so I was prohibited from my older brothers' shenanigans. I found solace in hanging out with my sisters. My father was a very successful farmer.He had big corn fields, cotton and rice farms. But at his death, no one took over the family farms and we were all left to fend for ourselves.

I was the only male from my mother and hated any manual jobs. In fact, I was so effeminate and I loved playing with my sisters and her friends while other boys were busy hunting, farming or playing football. I had always loved being in company of females. I dropped out of school because we could not afford to pay school fees after dad's death.I left Maiduguri,our home base and relocated to Kano where I was involved in all sorts of juvenile delinquencies imaginable. I ran wild with wild peers.

I took after my father’s good looks;he was Fulani and my mother was Kanuri.I was of average height and not tall like him but I was very good looking.I am not a modest person so it is true.I had pointed nose, soft,fair hairless skin and well rounded bubble butt that even I admired it. I fantasized about wearing my sister Zainab’s make-up but i knew if my mother caught me, I would be scolded very severely.Or even report me to father (when he was alive) and he would send me away to the village to go and become and almajiri.That is to go and study Islam under a mallam(teacher) and would become a beggar and destitute.

At nineteen I started selling sachet water by the road side making enough to get by.That was when I met Bala.He was from Abuja.We started meeting some guys and discussing about venturing into business. I didn’t know what type of business but I went along with the gang. I was desperate for a lifeline.We first started by mugging people at night under the fly-over bridges. One of us would engage an innocent bystander or passerby and another would yank her bag or phone and ran away. Or sometime in a traffic jam, if we spotted expensive phones, we would hit the car from behind and the unsuspecting driver would think it was an accident. Once his attention was diverted, one of us would quickly snatch the phone and vanish into the sea of people during rush hour. It was easy money and I didn’t have to stand in the sun selling satchet water for peanuts profits . In the evening we woud converge, share our loot and drink beer. While others would patronize prostitutes, I kept to myself. As of that time, I was yet to enjoy the joys of sexual activity. I dreamt of it but I never acted in it. I was still uneducated when it came to sexual activities but none of my friends were aware of this deep secret. They just felt I was just being secretive.

Every day is for the thief, one day for the owner,an adage says.One of our gang members was arrested and tortured for days in the police cell.When he could not bear the torture he snitched on us and we were also arrested and sentenced to three years in a prison.

It was in the prison that my new and adventurous journey started. In my cell, we were four. Sale, Chucks,Ike and myself.Sale was a huge muscular mean looking man in his early thirties serving twenty years for armed robbery.We were only serving for far lesser offences. We got on well and respected Sale as our boss.We had seen him fight men in the prison and knew he was brutal so we appeased him in every way we could. Just so that that ape of a man would not make a punching bag out of us. The first time we showered, my eyes almost popped out when I saw his nakedness.He was really hairy and his thighs looked like trunks.His chest was like a barrel and when I saw his dick I almost shouted.I had seen men peeing and I have seen porn, but that long slong before me was an elephant cock.It must be up to ten inches or more and its girth was like my wrist.Huge twin balls hung loosely from the flaccid dick. His triangular pubic hair was well manicured like lush lawn from Wisteria Lane. I was mesmerized. He caught me looking intently at him and he scowled, so I quickly averted my gaze and concentrated on soaping my body and hiding my helpless erection. What I saw make me very weak at the knees and I longed so much just to touch and feel that soft cock become hard in my hands.

I had spent a month in the big house and so far,I wasn’t beaten or molested.Once, Ike slapped my ass and commented that my ass cheeks were soft like a girl’s.He said if I was a girl he would fuck me every day until I sprouted a baby. He was nineteen too but tall and lanky. I asked him if he had fucked before. He laughed and said he had been fucking since he turned eighteen. He said that then their twenty- three year house-girl seduced him and taught him how to fuck and since then he had fucked countless girls non- stop. He then revealed that he once fucked a pastor’s daughter and she got pregnant that was why he was in jail. Twice, I caught him wanking in the cell when others were out and he didn’t mind me watching. He had a long slim dick and uncircumcised. It was fascinating and I felt my five inches dick hardening. The second time he asked if I would give him a hand.I ran away and heard him laughing. I didn't find him appealing after seeing Sale in all his glory.

Ike mysteriously left one day and we later gathered that his father pulled some strings and the boy was pardoned. Chucks fell ill and was vomiting blood. He was taken to the infirmary and a week later he died.He wasn’t a strong boy but what caused his death remained a mystery.Now, it was just Sule and I in the cell for the first time…