A CUP OF MOONLIGHT PART 1

The dry desert wind from the Sahara swept across the small village of gamji in the argungu provenience in the northern part of Nigeria like an invisible broom of a frustrated house wife whose husband has succeeded in impregnating her enemy.

Scattering dust and dirts  and fiercely rattling thatched windows, doors and roofs of the village mud huts like angry demons made the little children cling more tightly to their mothers; the men mumbling pleas that the wind would show mercy to their thatched roof, doors and windows which painstakingly took them days of communal effort to weave.
Despite the dusty wind that browned their eye lashes,beard,brows and hair of every villager of Gamji , life went on as usual.

Farmers went to their farms. Hunters went to hunt. Traders  took their wares to the market while children and maidens went to the gamji river to fetch water for their house holds. Life was perfect and contempt this way... just like every other day.
Somewhere among the mud huts in the village slept a young lad whose mothers call had woken him up from his wonderful dream.

His dreams of living in a cement building, walking on tarred road and speaking English was the only thing that made his wooden bed precious because it always welcomed his tired body from the days toil and gave him pleasant things to envision before and while he slept.
Auwal was a man of very little words. Before he became 17 years he was already built like an ox and towered above his peers. Jet black skin that seemed to shimmer  when he sweated under the scorching northern Nigerian  sun.

His face was handsome to behold. High cheek bones that wore his tribal marks on both cheeks like a medal.

Though his Long thick lashes which literally  touched his thick bushy brows  gave him a seemingly  perpetual frown, behind them were soft brown eyes that  effortlessly revealed a personality of character and  integrity that was respect worthy.

Dark full lips that hinted a ripe pink where both lips touched made his lips sensual and seductive.

Today, he didn't wake early for his prayers. Even the day before....or the day before that.

Why did God put a brain in his head?

Of course it was meant for him to figure out things for himself.

Praying every day does not save you from anything if you don't know who you are and where you are heading.

Sitting up on his bed, he yawned and looked around him. Same empty hut that contained a wooden bed which he sat on, a small radio (his companion) , a lantern, a map of Nigeria which he had won in an math quiz. Few worn out but neat clothes hung on a big bamboo stick which was balanced on holes bored into the wall from one end to the other of the room.

  two exercise book, three worn out text books by name introduction to brighter grammar, literature in English and standard mathematics for elementary 4.

These where his prized possession and he crammed everything in the text book from cover to cover.

Standing up and stretching his stiff muscled body as his huge  morning erection threatened viciously  to rip off the thin blue fabric he wore, he made his way to the door; bowing  lowly to be able to get his towering height through .
Like a lover, the dry wind engulfed  him in an embrace him Making well chiseled frame visible through  his very thin cotton kaftan.

His mother was cooking outside and as he walked passed her, she swallowed the sight of him.

He was perfect. After all these years she still couldn't believe he came forth from her loins.

His father had left for the big city almost immediately after he’d  paid her bride price to her hunter father.

He was a soldier and every young lady in the village swooned and desired to have him. She was selling her fathers kills at the bush market where they met .

She couldn't look him in the eye.

He was drinking burkutu a locally made alcoholic drink with some of his friends and had ordered all bush meat she was selling. He paid cash.

She didn't know if it was the alcohol or he was really in love with her but that day she saw a desire in his eyes that was brand new to her.

He had carried her on his laps despite how hard she protested. He told her he will marry her and ordered her to sit on his lap which she meekly obeyed as she caught the cold stares of her mother. Men where allowed to play with her  provided they had spent alot of money in her small bar. Women are the grand attraction to business growth and her mother had ensured herself and her sisters lived to the expectations of her business.

All the men cheered and jeered at both of them as she sat on his strong laps .

That night, he took her to his hotel room and fucked her in a way that would remain everlasting in her memories.

She could remember how she wept and clung to his huge frame out of fright with all her might as he plowed and thrusted her virgin vagina furiously.

Waves of pleasure mixed with raw agony made her head spin and her grip tightened. After he had emptied all the hunger and burden In his  loins into her ,he stood up to meet the  sight of her bleeding gaping vagina which gave him a feeling of victory and satisfaction.

He brought a damp towel and told her to put it over her aching private part which she did.

As he lighted his cigarette, he began enquiring about her family. Though he has had his fair share of prostitues from his numerous peace keeping mission and posting like every soldier his age,  He still toyed with the idea of settling down.

His mother was ageing and she needed someone to care for her while he was away.

But like  his father and grandfather , it had to be with a woman who is untouched.

Fadillas father was over joyed when his daughter showed up the following morning with the money from all the bush meat sales and with a soldier who wanted to marry her.

Non of her relatives had been married to anyone with a profession and this was a big glory to her family. She made them proud.

Without much delay the bride price was paid and the ceremony was done.

Her peers escorted her to her new home with joyful noises and dancing.

Her mother in law  was the only surviving parent of her husband.... Infact she was his only surviving relative.  She was welcomed her to her new home warmly and treated her like royalty which made her adapt quickly to the new environment.

The morning sickness came. And without been told she knew she had taken inn.

He was barely around and hadn't touched her sexually since that day at the hotel.

Not like it mattered.

After all it was just the way men behaved naturally.

They must not be affectionate or show it unless they desire what was in between the thighs of a woman whenever it suits them and a woman must never refuse to satisfy the craving of her husband.

Looking at her son that morning filled her with fresh craving for just one more moment of intense passion with her now estranged  husband who unceremoniously dissappeared on her after his mothers death.

  She was no more that naive girl who sold bush meat .

She was now a full blown woman. Her frequent visit to the village black smith has not only sharpened the edge of her cutlass but also her ability to welcome a male organ into her space...although she knew the blacksmith had no match in agility and endowment compared to auwals father Adamu.

Though no one knew the were about of her husband, The entire  village acknowledged her as his wife and part of them . She had bore him a son. That alone had rooted and cemented her stay.

When auwal leaves for the farm she would have to go to the blacksmith  and sharpen her cutlass she thought to herself.

He held his still turgid member that his even his large hands couldn't completely go round it's circumference waiting for the urine to flow.

Urinating while having an erection in the morning has a sort of sensation that provided a kind of sexual relief and auwal enjoyed what it did to him.

As the first shot of liquid gushed out, he tried forcing out more and by doing that he let out a loud fart.

His stomach suddenly tightened and he knew nature was calling. Holding the knob of his stiff dick as to stop further urine from passing, he made his way to the raffia and mud pit latrine.
He still held up his dick to avoid it touching the floor as he stooped over the pit. He released his hands from the knob of his already softening cock releasing  Hot clear urine that rushed out and landed making white foams on the left side of the latrine where the water which ran from the bathroom passes through .

Adamus cock always seemed to fascinate him. Even though it was very thick and oddly curved to the left, it’s length even in that state was nothing less than 10.5 inches and if he had to straighten it, it clearly stretched to a neat 11.9.

All his peers mocked him not just because of the way his dick curved to the left but also because of the frightful sight of it.

He always enjoyed the  game of masturbation he usually  played with his peers  whereby the person who was first to cum or shoot his sperm the furthest when they was the winner.

Sometimes  they stroked themselves and for some reason Adamu loved the sight of thick white sperm  coming out from the throbbing dick of his friends and that was basically the only thing that triggered his climax in an intense way.

One one occasion he had watched Abu the blacksmiths son lay on the hot sun while masturbating and from where he sat stroking his huge cock, he could see abu's rectum contrasting as he wanked his slim but long dick.

The sight of his turgid manhood and pulsating ass hole brought tidal waves to auwal as he stroked his dick.

Abu was usually very noisy and dramatic when he ejaculated and it was a sensational entertainment for Auwal.

That day, he raised his legs so high as he shot thick white cream high Into the air and In that instant auwal sighted the pink in abu's ass hole as it pulsated fiercely to his ejaculation. The vision of abu's ass hole never left his mind. It's been over 6 months and it's been ever green.
He was already slowly stroking his cock imagining rubbing his thick cock knob on the tight ass hole of Abu and pushing it deep until every inch of it disappeared deep inside him as his ass hole pulsated on his turgid dick. He could feel his climax building and his full lips parted to a soft moan when suddenly he heard a familiar female voice and he froze. Instantly his erection died and his throat went dry.