Must Read: Ibo Boy Wey Like Yoruba

6 years ago

Must Read: Ibo Boy Wey Like Yoruba

As we walked back home from sch, Angom said, “e get one of my benue brother wey go celebrate him birthday tommorow oh, the guy na yahoo guy, him say na for Legendary bar him go celebrate am”. “ehenn!! e get one day wey i go that bar go drink, e make sense oh, e fine wella, dem dey smoke weed for the back sef” I said. “correct!! We go reach there tommorow na” Ilorin added. As we continued walking, i saw a place where dirts were hipped, i removed the p’anties from my pocket and threw it away without any of my guys noticing.

We played table tennis as we got home.
It seems i was the worst player amongst my friends bcos they kept winning me. While i was seated waiting for my turn to play, i tot of calling Omolade. I did call her and thanked her for the role she played in the returning of the money to my account. I told her i would like the both of us to talk physically, that i wanted to tell her something important, she told me to come to her house that she just came back from work and was seating alone outside.

I left my guys playing table tennis and headed straight to her house. Soon i was there, she was seating on a bench. I quickly joined her and said, “hey!! Angel, this isn’t heaven, go back to heaven, thats the place for angels like u”. She giggled and said, “thank u Ugo”. I went straight to the point and told her how she was driving me crazy.

All she told me was that she had a boyfriend.
I told her that wasn’t a problem, that i don’t mind being her number 2 man. We talked about so many other things for like an hour as day was gradually turning to night.
I glanced at my wrist watch, it was past 7.

I drew closer to her and placed my right hand on her both hands. I moved my right hand from her hands to her fresh l’aps, she didn’t complain. I was moving my hands gradually upwards, yet she didn’t complain but giggled. “abi she dey enjoy am?” i asked myself. I was almost getting to the “destination point” when her phone rang. I quickly removed my right hand and adjusted myself.

“which kin bad belle phone call be dis!!” i tot as she recieved her call speaking Yoruba.

“my boyfriend is coming here now” she said after recieving the call. I didn’t believe her, i tot she wanted to scare me away, so i continued, this time gradually f’ondling her b’reast. It was dark so nobody could see us. I could tell she was enjoying it, bcos she never wanted me to stop. But she kept telling me her boyfriend was coming and i didn’t listen. I tot she was joking, “ur boyfriend dey come nahim u allow me dey do all dis things for ur body ehnnn” i tot.

Now with my right hand f’ondling her b’reast and my left hand heading to the “destination point” in between her legs, i drew closer. My d’ick was as hard as a rock, “if ur boyfriend like make e come now, i no go leave u bcos u don dey shark me like ogogoro” i tot. I was almost at the “destination point” when a car head-lamp suddenly came shinning on us changing darkness to light “who be dis one wey dey shine us light na?” i almost shouted. I abruptly stopped what i was doing as it was obvious the person in the car had already seen us. Someone came out of the car and walked towards us. I focused my eyes to see the person. Omolade was shaking like a Jelly fish. As the person came closer i could now see his face clearly, the face was familiar………………….. It was the guy on dreadlock that collected my Man u Jersey the other day. My jaw dropped when the guy asked Omolade “who is dis big f’ool?” “na ur papa be big f’ool” i almost said. I knew at that moment that i was in soup, real big soup. I was taking steps backwards, One step! Two steps!!
Three steps! Four steps!! Untill i had gathered enough mementum and…………………. I ran