Mr OKEZIE THE MATHS TEACHER

I was very poor in maths even as a science student and this really troubled me and most of all, my parents who had unrealistic expectations from me.






WAEC was fast approaching and I needed to know my arithmetic as best as i could; not just to make it to university, but also to prove myself worthy of the school fees spent on my education by my parents.





It was a rainy Thursday and my dad was taking me to school when I saw Mr OKEZIE under a small umbrella that could barely shelter his huge frame from the rain.
Now, Mr OKEZIE was our new maths teacher at school and we nicknamed him ‘ incredible hulk’ due to his stature. He was quite a catch. Moustache, well groomed afro, large hairy hands that stretched in strength from his rolled up sleeve. His Barry tone voice was a perfect match to his size. I have always fancied older men and Mr OKEZIE was the sort best described as “daddy”.







Anyway, there i was; sitting in front of the car with my dad and stuck on traffic when I spotted Mr OKEZIE . He saw me and we both waved. my father asked who he was and When I told my dad he was my math teacher, my father transformed like jesus on the mount of transfiguration.







Leaning across me with a full smile and frantically waving as if he had found his long lost relative, my dad beckoned him to the car and ordered me to go behind while Mr OKEZIE sat with him in front.





And then it began.





My father started talking. Talking about how much am dull in my studies, how i am a headache at home, how useless i am and how he would kill me and send me to the village if I failed my senior WAEC.






Mr OKEZIE cut inn..."He is quite intelligent in class...compared to his peers" he'd came to my defence.
After the false whining from my dad, the aim of all the tales of woe was finally delivered.




“I want you to teach my son maths at home. I will pay you well”.




Before Mr OKEZIE could Answer, my dad had opened the pigeon hole and brought out a cheque book. A sum of 30 thousand naira was written and with a “for your beer ”, from my dad, both men roared into laughter.






And that was how Mr OKEZIE became my home teacher and part of my family when my dad later learned he was from the same home town as his mother (my grandmother ).






During his class, Mr OKEZIE will ask me to sit in front. He indeed did his best to ensure I passed all my test. As time went on, my attraction for him grew strong. One day, I accidently bumped into him in the toilet at home while he just finished urinating and was flicking his dick.





WOW!!!!




His dick was thick and very black. Watching him swing that thick dick in between two of his thick fingers as if he held a gigantic Cuban cigar was A sight that would always remain green in my memory until I die.





I apologised and excused myself even though he seemed indifferent.





After seeing his manhood that day, I began craving physical contact.





Sometimes I will lean close to him as he thought me math at home and other times, I will place my hands on his thick thighs and he wouldn’t say anything.






Anytime someone walked into the living room while we studied, I would quickly remove my hands from his thighs as to not to get caught .







One day it rained heavily and Mr OKEZIE couldn’t go home so my dad insisted he  slept over. I immediately volunteered my room and every one thought it was okay.







That night I was restless as Mr OKEZIE slept beside me. I woke up in the middle of the night and used my Nokia mobile phone flash light to take a good look at his dick print in his boxers as he slept facing up. “If only i could touch that cock” I wished.





Pretending to be asleep, i stylishly placed my hands on his dick but then, he turned and slept on his stomach. Since that day I noticed a change in his body language towards me.





Anytime i leaned on him or place my hands on his thighs he will move further away from me. Maybe he was aware of what happened on the night he slept over and was avoiding me.






I passed my WAEC eventually and went to America for holiday. I ended up staying for 3 years due to some family issues that warranted I remain in the united states until things were settled back home.







When I arrived, I was informed that Mr OKEZIE (who has been asking after me) had been involved in an accident and was bed ridden . The next day I was taken to his house and the sight of him sank my heart. Not only had he fractured both legs but he had suffered a stroke as well. The right side of his body was partially paralysed and the right side of his face had slightly slumped giving his face an awkward handsomeness .






He was super excited to see me as I walked into the room. He seemed to have drastically aged. Although he still had his frame, His nice afro was completely gone and all that was left was a clean bald head. His once black and shiny moustache now had several strands of gray so did his chest and arm hair.






He opened his arms beckoning me to an embrace which I received with joy. There were some visitors in his small apartment with bibles as big as Encyclopedias and they all had the “deeper life” sort of look.





No doubt they were his church members.




He introduced me as his one time student who just came from America. You need to see how their face automatically lit up when they heard “America”. One of them even began asking me questions with some alien accent I have never heard. Smh.






I began visiting Mr OKEZIE regularly to the point it seemed i had moved to his. He was supported by a young guy named obinna who i later knew to be his cousin. I learned OKEZIE lost his wife some time ago and had just a son who was 8 years old and didn’t live with him. Visiting OKEZIE was my little get away from my parents claws and nagging.







Mr OKEZIE and I became friends once again and I did practically all I could to make life easy for him. One day, while obinna was away and we were alone, he asked me to help him shave his armpits as well as his pubic hair. Usually obinna was the one who washed him so I thought that perhaps, he didn’t want a family member to perform such private duty on him.





So, I got my shave gel and electric clipper and got to work. We chatted heartedly while I did his armpits.  But when I got to his groins, the atmosphere changed. Our conversation automatically stopped. The Silence was so thick that I could swear my thumping heart beat echoed all over his bed room.




As I raised the wrapper to smear the gel on his pubic, I tried as much as I could to avoid his eyes. A nostalgia feeling swept over me as I recalled the event in my room while he slept beside me some Years ago.






My hands couldn’t stop trembling as I raised his fat flacid dick and balls to get a good shave of the hair on his mid thighs. His dick kept falling from my hands because I was too afraid to hold it firmly as I shaved. OKEZIE who noticed I was struggling, now parted his legs to make his Mid thigh more accessible.






I swallowed hard and literary began to sweat when i noticed his dick was getting stiff to my touch. I pretended like I was unaware of it and as I continued shaving.





“don’t mind the bagger” OKEZIE muffled..refering to his now almost turgid penis.






I managed to force out a laugh because at this time, I was completely out of breath. His dick was very thick, veiny and stout. The cap alone was big as a victorian door knob and my hands couldn’t properly wrap round it's girth. It felt like hot steel in my palm.





“it’s no problem” I responded....”it’s allowed….shows you are human“ .




Even though he joked about being lucky that a vital part of his body still functioned,  l could see the burden and self pity on him. I managed to laugh alongside  even as he joked about his urges.





“it’s been such a long time it have been relieve….this condition and no privacy.....” his voice trailed off.





“I understand" i replied trying to sound as encouraging as I could....





"…...I am willing to help you if its okay by you"  I stammered.


“….even though I do it manually” I added.


We were both grown men and He knew exactly what I meant.



“I will appreciate”. The pain in his voice as he whispered tied a hard knot in my chest and stomach and all I desired at that moment was to please him the best way anyone else could.




I brought a damp towel and wiped the shaved hairs and shaving gel and I began slowly fondling his dick which seemed to pulsate at every touch.






Slowly, I began to stroke his very fat cock and Mr OKEZIE arched his hips to meet my stroke. I sat on the bed and fondled his chest hair and nipples with my right hand while my left gently stroked his ever growing extra senstive dick.





“use the cream on the table” he said almost inaudibly cos his breathing was heavy.






I pretended I didn’t hear him as I sank my mouth over his cock. His body stiffened with tight shivers and he gasped. I made sure my deep throat skills came to work. Noticing how he shivered and moaned when I got to the top of his dick made me know my area of concentration. I sat up and looked at OKEZIE in his eyes while my hand kept stroking his saliva moistened cock. Awe and hunger in shades of sweet disbelief showed in his eyes. Obviously he's never felt a blow job so good. I returned my mouth back to his dick and his moans grew louder as I kept intensifying my deep throat while still focusing on his knob. And then after a moment, I sat up again. This time, he looked in my eyes as if to say "that was too good for you to stop" and slightly he stuck out his tongue. Instincts told me that was an Invitation for a kiss And I slowly brought my lips to his. He kissed me so hard And deep as I kept stroking his stiff thick clock that was already precumming generously..






“am almost there .....good lord am almost there.....don’t stop.....yes....like that....hhhhmmmm....Oohhhhh wow”




he'd Moaned into our kiss.




He began to sob in ecstasy and I knew he was just about to cum. Immediately, I broke away from the kiss and returned my mouth to his dick. Few seconds later, thick hot cum shot deep into my throat. He thrusted his dick so hard into my mouth over and over again and I swallowed every drop of his generous amount of cum juice. I left him sweating and panting and from the look on his face, I knew he just had an experience of a life time.






That night when I got home, I got a text message from him thanking me for ‘saving him’. Chest bursting with pride for a job well done , I saw that as an invitation for more good times.







The following day I ran errands for my mum and Couldn’t make it to Mr OKEZIE’s during the day. I had forgotten my phone at home and by the time I came back home in saw a shocking 36 missed calls. All from him. Returning his call, he was worried that my not coming that morning was as result of the incident.






I explained what had happened that morning (running errands) and assured him that nothing was wrong and that Infact, am looking forward to a more steaming sessions with him.




The line immediately became quiet as i said that.





In the Silence, i could hear heavy breathing from the other end of the line and I hung up.






I arrived at his place later that night and there was power failure. Obinna was around and OKEZIE looked relieved seeing me. Darting my eyes to obinna reading on a desk to a rechargeable lamp, OKEZIE understood that we needed obinna out of the room.






Taking the initiative, he quickly asked him to take money from his wallet and get him suya from a location which is quite a distance from his house. Without a word, obinna obeyed and left the room. walking behind, I locked the door as he left.
As I turned to make my way to the bed room where OKEZIE laid, I saw him struggling to lift himself to a sitting position. Alarmed, I rushed to help him. He asked me to get his clutches which I did.





As he tried balancing himself up, I noticed he was already rock hard. Without wasting time I quickly undressed showing off my hard earned well toned physique as i got on my knees. I sucked on his phallus and his heavy balls which definitely was still full of cum. With his left hand, he gently pulled me up to meet his desperate kisses. This Time, his kisses where slow and tender. I sucked on his nipples and he did mine. With his left hand gripped me firmly to his chest.






Coming prepared, I reached for my glide gel, generously applied it on my pucker hole and climbed on the authopaedic bed. I positioned my ass at the edge giving him a view and then, whack!!!! His large hands smacked my soft bum.





"Ooohhhh daddy”



I moaned.




"Yes?" His voice heavy with with desire.




“You sexy ass bitch"... WHACK!!!! This time the slap was more hard and followed by a rough squeeze.




"You want to get fucked by daddy?" He asked.



“yes"  answered as my ass stung from the slaps.





"yes what?" another painful WHACK!!! met my ass again.






“yes daddy….I want to get fucked daddy...fuck me daddy". Sticking his thick finger in my hole he said ; " now that is what I thought i heard"






Wobbling, he positioned himself behind me and slowly started entering my fuck hole. His cock head slowly parted my walls as i bit the pillow hard. After few gentle thrusts he was all inn. When completely inside me, the soft moans of his deep baritone sent fresh waves of passion all over my body that made my ass twitch severally on his member.






Each twitch brought a moan from him. I felt stretched to my limit..literally. He was just too thick. He withdrew his dick leaving just the tip at the entrance of my man hole and then slowly, went all inside with an "Ooohhhh yeahhhhh". He repeated this severally and then he came crashing down on me.. full weight. Maybe he lost balance or just couldn't control the sensation.






I could hardly breathe feeling his weight on my back. I managed to arch my ass high for him to have full penetration.




OKEZIE fucked me with all his might while whispering in my ears to call him daddy. I practically threw Caution out the window and moaned my head Off.






Not long after, a knock was heard on the door with obinna's familiar voice calling-

“brother….brother I don come”.



but we didn’t stop fucking.





In no time did OKEZIE began panting and groaning. I knew he was about Cumming and with a good ass squeeze , i gripped his thick dick firmly in between the walls of my warm hole. Hot seed flowed into my stomach as he shivered uncontrollably while he pressed his dick so hard into me as if he intended to target an ovary to get me pregnant. Panting and sweating, we both went into a giggle and shared a long passionate kiss.






I later opened the door for obinna and till this day I don’t know if he suspected or knew what happened that night.


We all ate the suya and pretended as if nothing happened.




OKEZIE quickly recovered few months later but now walks with a slight limp. And yes of course we are still fucking even after 4 years later.




Written by
M.G

Baba bolaji to Shaibu

From baba bolaji to SHAIBU

I grew up in ile-ife with my mum and siblings. My dad lived in the north with his other wife and we sparingly saw him. The property we (family as well as other tenants) occupied was run by my dad’s friend who we all knew as baba bolaji. He was the care taker.
Baba bolaji was an ugly fat man who  was rude and most of all, a well known pervert. He flirted openly with women both married and single. His pervetious behaviour went beyond hetero boundary to the point of same sex practice and paedophilia .


Even though He usually openly teased my femininity, he also would buy me gifts and caution me anytime I did wrong.






I had my first hetero sex experience through baba bolaji. I had just turned 13 and he had promised me a birthday present; so i went to visit him In his store/office/bed room which he usually occupies whenever he was around. ( Just like my father, his wife and kids didn’t stay in ile-ife).





As I got to his apartment, I could hear giggles coming from inside. When I knocked and introduced myself (after been asked to), i was permitted to enter.
There was a woman with baba bolaji who I recognised immediately. She usually comes to hawk ewa-gonyi (mashed beans) , bread and butter in our compound.





She had on only her shirt and under skirt. ( In those days, seeing a woman in her under skirt is equivalent to seeing her nakedness). The air smelt weird and even though I was Young, I knew something was going on between those two.






Baba bolaji had only a loose fitted trouser and I could clearly see the outline of his fat dick which was semi erect. I just starred at him rather than the lady. He asked me if I had come for my gift and I nodded. He pouted his mouth and squinted his nose towards the woman on his bed as if to say



“that’s your gift”.




The woman looked bewildered at baba bolaji. She began raining curses on him. But what followed next was completely unexpected. He got on top of the bed and held her neck while curling his other hand in a fist as if to strike her. His menacing looks where nothing short of evil.



We both starred at him in fright.




He warned her to mind her mouth and then, with an automatic mood swing, he smiled as he sort of playfully parted her legs and began fondling her bushy vagina.






It seemed she liked it because even though she kept telling him to stop, she kept parting her legs wider and arching up her hips in response to his fondling. Baba bolaji turned to me and commanded me to mount her.




Looking back now , I realised it was fear that made me obey him. I layed on her and did what I could attempt. I felt so irritated and dirty with myself when I was exhausted. As i made to leave, he ordered me not to tell anyone and I nodded.





Few days later, baba bolaji called me into his room and began asking me jokingly why I behaved like a girl. This time around it didn’t sound harsh but friendly.....rather too friendly.





He asked me to sit beside him and i did. As he talked, he began touching me. He told me if I continued the way I did, guys will “do me” the way i did the woman I mounted some days ago.


“how is that possible?” I asked while wondering if I had a vagina and I didn’t know. At that young age, I was aware of my attractions to men but had no idea on the sexual part.





He told me bluntly that guys will put their dick in my anus. He asked me if I liked dicks. And I innocently nodded. I  have always known I loved penis. I always starred at them whenever I see a man urinate or the shape in a trouser. He placed my hands on his erect dick and asked if I liked it. I nodded. He brought it out and I was surprised at the thickness.





He asked me to suck and masturbate him which I did.





While I did that, he stuck his finger inside my ass. I never told any one. As time went on, he started penetrating me. At first it was difficult but i got used to it. Sometimes for months he wont have my time especially when there was an available vagina. When the women became scarce he had my ass for compensation. This lasted for about 2 years and then I went to school in the north.




I returned back to ile-ife about 3 year+ later and that was when I met SHAIBU. He was breathtakingly handsome. He looked like He was in his late 20s or early 30s. He was ruggedly handsome, hairy, thick with muscles and gentle in face. I learned he worked for baba bolaji as a bus driver. He's the type you call agbero (tout) of you are conversant with the streets in Lagos.
I was strongly attraacted to SHAIBU and anytime he wasn’t busy on the road, we will always be together.





Before then, I had tried rekindling whatever I had with baba bolaji earlier on (perhaps because i missed his fat cock) but he acted as if he didn’t know “what’s up”so i went looking for attention from SHAIBU.




One night after it had rained seriously and there was power failure, I came out for fresh air and noticed that SHAIBU left his buckets of rain water unattended. I looked for him in the room he occupied but he wasn’t there. Immediately I suspected he would be in baba bolaji’s apartment. I couldn’t control my envy. I went through the backyard and peeped through the window which looked into baba bolaji’s room.





I had to stand on a block of cement in the backyard to look into the room. It took me some time for my eyes to figure them out in the darkness. I could hear deep muffle cries of pain and another voice (obviously baba bolaji's) sternly hushing whoever he was with to be quiet.





As i strained my eyes to figure out what was happening , power was restored. The room was illuminated with very bright light from the 3 fluorescent lights on the ceiling.





Clearly, I saw SHAIBU bent over a table with his face in a painful squint that looked as if he was enduring an agony. His nakedness was a disgrace to clothes. His muscles were well sculpted and as he sweated, they looked greasy and sensual.





Baba bolaji; who was standing behind him, was seriously thrusting into his muscular ass with his very thick cock which he had out rightly refused me.





I always thought baba bolaji's dick was huge but when SHAIBU out of anguish raised himself upright, my jaw literally lost all muscles. Between his thighs stuck out the most biggest dick I had ever seen. It literally looked like my arm.




SHAIBU wriggled in pain but baba bolaji gripped him from under his armpit and furiously hammered SHAIBU’s ass hole and making his Godzilla dick dance stiffly.
Few minutes later baba bolaji withdrew from him. Obviously he had cum.





I could hear him swear under his breath that SHAIBU had shit on his dick as he got a rag to clean himself. Poor SHAIBU was sweating , panting and still had his face squinted with eyes tightly shut. He still was in pain as he kept putting his finger in his butt and inspecting them to see if he was bleeding. Clearly he didn't enjoy beign bottom.





None of them knew what I had witnessed.





The next day, I acted normal when I saw SHAIBU. He looked miserable and walked funny. When I asked him what was wrong, he told me he was sick. I told him I wanted us to discuss something when he was better but he insisted we talked there and then.





I disclosed my feelings for him and also told him about myself and baba bolaji. He went white with panic. I didn’t want to mention I saw him getting fucked. Instinct told me it might be damaging to his reputation and ego as a man. I respected him and I wanted him to not think I felt less of him.






I made him understand I love getting fucked in the ass and would want us to be intimate as to tighten the bond of our friendship. I wasn't afraid to open up to him because I was certain he knew whats up. Also, SHAIBU liked me very much cos he was kind to me and occasionally bought me gifts from the little change he made from his hustle .






Giving him the oppurtunity to be “the Man in charge” was an offer I hoped he wouldn’t refuse.





After i had finished talking, we sat quietly on his worn out mattress in his tiny stuffy room. He cleared his throat and apologised over what Baba Bolaji did to me. He said he knows exactly how I felt been used against my will.




I knew He was undergoing emotional torture and wanted to talk to someone about it. I didn't want to put pressure on him to start talking.



Baba Bolaji’s abuse weighed heavy on him. He just started on the floor. As i put my hands-on his shoulder to comfort him, he broke into sobs. I hugged him as he grieved.




After his sobs subsided, i encouraged him to lie down and he did. I took a hand fan lying on the floor beside the bed and began fanning him cos the room was tiny, stuffy and hot. I tried cheering him up by cracking jokes which thankfully, he laughed to. As we talked, i put my hands on his broad hairy chest and began caressing them. Whenever I touched his nipples,  he would flinch and giggle.




Guessing that was his sensitive spot, I began to caress and fiddle it more.  He really loved it.





I looked at his crotch with the hope that I was turning him on and I wasn’t disappointed with what i saw. His cock was already nodding with vigour. I squeezed his dick through his jeans as he wrapped his hands around me. After a long motionless embrace , I gently broke away from the warmth of his hands and found my way to his pointed nipples.






I sucked on them nicely and he shivered with passion. With my hands caressing his hairy chest as it found its way down his hairy stomach , brushed through his thick pubic hair I eventually found his iron monster. It felt so hot in my palms and as I squeezed his flesh of passion, he moaned and lifted my face to meet his and we kissed. He kissed me SO HARD and rough that my lips hurt.





I undid his jean button and brought out his enormous dick. I stuffed my mouth with his meat as I massaged his mango size balls. SHAIBU was a complete package. He had everything a bottom like me desires in a potential lover. Even though He wasn’t educated, He was tall, ruggedly handsome, hairy , easy to understand and best of all, he had a great big dick. While I sucked, i used both hands to massage his thick shaft simultaneously.... That is literally how big he is.






“i will like to enter you baby....can you take it?” he asked me while I performed my God given task.
I almost wanted to scream “Yes of course” but I held myself and didn’t want to give him the impression that am a cock slut.




“I will try”



was my reply.




He told me to stop my blow job because if he came, he will be very weak and didn't want to.


He asked me if I could come with him to the factory where he worked as a security at night and I agreed.





I cooked up a story for my mum so she could let me spend the night out.
That evening, I took a commercial motor bike with SHAIBU to his place of work. There was an old man who was already there. He welcome us and SHAIBU told him I was his friend who wanted to see his place of work. We sat outside with the old man who was preparing a meal of jellof rice. While we all talked, i got to find out that all the old man’s children lived abroad ( showed us a photo of them on his phone) and he works as a security just to ensure he keeps himself busy and not stay idle.




All the while we sat outside, I could feel SHAIBU’s eyes on me. Whenever our eyes met, he will smile at me with warmth and Raise his bushy brows. He was so sexy. At about 9:30pm, the old man took his medication in front of us (after he had entertained us with stories) and announced he was going to rest. Before he went into the security room, he said Yoruba adage that talked about the value of friendship.




While we talked about random stuff as we waited for the old man to sleep properly, I asked SHAIBU if he brought other guys over. I didn’t expect his reaction. He became so angry with me to the extent he called out the old man to ask him if he had ever brought anyone to the factory; and he ( the old man ) said “no”. The gentleness on his face seemed to evaporate. He warned me sternly never in my life should I insinuate he fucks around with other men. The more I begged him the more he seemed to get hard hearted.






SHAIBU refused talking to me for over 45minutes. When it seemed my efforts to get him talking were futile, I told him I would be going back home. As i made my way to leave the factory, he grabbed me by my belt from behind. “where you dey go? You don dey mad????” he barked at me as his voice echoed loudly in the still night. The old man came out from the security post looking bewildered and asked if everything was okay. SHAIBU told him not to worry that he should go back to sleep. The old man simply turned away and disappeared into his shed.
I tried to free myself but his grip on my trouser was like steel. He began pulling me towards the entrance at a corner of the factory that looked abandoned. It was pitch black and my feet kept stumbling in the darkness. As he swung me to his side, his fingers griped my jaw in that instant making my mouth pout. My heart was pounding like a drum.




“You want grow pass me Abi?” he hissed



“no” I struggled to reply.



Feeling his breath on me, the strength of his rough palms on my face as stood so close to me Even in that tense situation, activated the whore in me full throttle
I adored an aggressive man and SHAIBU was the ideal.






I began stroking the hand that gripped my face. I Felt it’s thickness and smooth hairs. His grip loosened and slowly fell of my neck. I stepped closer to him and our hardness touched. He was excited. He was breathing heavy like a warrior ready for battle. I gently felt his crotch and it throbbed wickedly on my hands.






SHAIBU undid his belt and placing his large hand on my head like a pastor conducting a binding and casting session as he pushed it down.






I humbly went on my knees before him and took out his over swollen cock out from his trouser. Gosh!!!! It was heavy. I opened my mouth wide and took him. When I began using My both hands to massage his dick with saliva, he slapped off my hands and said “only mouth”. I thought there was absolutely no way I could suck all that dick but how wrong was I.





SHAIBU held my head and thrusted his gigantic dick down my throat. If not that I refused eating the rice the other old security prepared, I would have vomitted. I was choking....i couldn’t breathe....saliva gushed out from my nose and shot out in protest from whatever opening was available in my stuffed mouth.





immediately he withdrew his dick from my mouth, i collapsed on the floor as I gasped; desperately filling my lungs with air.





“dey pull.....I dey come”


He ordered as he walked a bit further into the darkness.





I obeyed and took off my clothes. I had come with a little jar of Vaseline so I brought that out from the little nap sac I carried and I was ready for action.





Not far from where I stood, i could see that a bulb was turned on from what seemed to be an office at a corner of the opulent factory.





It also Seemed SHAIBU was where the light was coming from because I heard my name beign called from there. As i walked into the room where the light was coming from, I almost ran away seeing SHAIBU’s full nakedness.



His dick was beyond explanation.




He had spread alot of sacks and loose sheets of cartons on the floor. He looked at me with such desire in his eyes as I walked towards him. He was already stroking his dick slowly. He stretched a hand towards my hand that held the Vaseline; indicating he needed some of it and I handed it over to him.






As he slowly rubbed a large amount on his dick, he moaned from the sensation.





Immediately, he laid down on the sacks and urged me to sit on top of his mighty iroko tree. I took the Vaseline from him and oiled my walls properly. I positioned myself over him and slowly sat ontop. It took me over 2 minutes of faith and determination to accomplish the task of accommodating such bulk inside my little space.




After i had succeeded in squeezing his elephant dick inside my honey cage, I could see great admiration and respect in his eyes for me.







Slowly he began to thrust as he looked into my eyes in wonder. He was smiling. He looked so fine.






“you’re too sweet baby.....so sweet” he confessed.





I was afraid to relax my muscles (because a gigantic dick as his could guarantee bleeding) and he noticed.




“wetin nah????”


he asked worriedly.


“ abeg fuck me nah....baby abeg”
he pleaded.






I hesitated at first then Slowly, I began to ride him and build momentum. To say I fucked him was an understatement. I bounced on his dick so hard and in return, he furiously fucked me with agile stamina.





“baby stand up and touch ya toes”
he requested.... and I obeyed.






He stood behind me and from under my legs I could see he had stooped.
He spat several times into my wide hole and then stuck his tongue into it and wagged it.



I gasped.




He spat into my hole again and then I could feel him enter me. My legs began to shake as he slammed me like a wrestler.





The position was so uncomfortable because I could feel him fucking my intestine.





I began moaning out of pain because at the same time his big balls where also flogging mine while he fucked me.





I could feel my climax approaching and I had to tell him I will be coming any time soon.
He withdrew his dick from my tormented ass hole and sat on the sack while Urging me to stand across him, he told me he would love me to cum on him.




He licked his 4 fingers and to my amazement he slid them easily into my hole. Obviously the size of his dick has over widened my ass hole.





I was in another planet as  I felt his thick fingers forcing their way very deep into my ass as I wanked my cock over SHAIBU’s handsome face.
He looked at me with deep pleasure and in a short moment, I couldn’t hold myself any longer.  Thick wads of cum shot out from my dick and landed in his open mouth, face and bushy hair. He loved it. I began to feel so weak, intense and light headed after i came.





As I reached my hands over his; to sort of tell him to stop fingering Me, I was beyond shocked to find HIS FULL FIST INSIDE MY ASS HOLE.






I panicked immediately and tried to free myself from his hand but he held me put and dragged me down to meet him in his sitting position. He brought his sperm decorated face and mouth to mine and began kissing me.




Even though I have never kissed anyone with sperm in their mouth, i was surprised I enjoyed it.
While we kissed, i could feel his dick searching for my worn out hole and in few seconds it found it’s previous hiding place.
He began pounding me so furiously while kissing me hard and then with one hard thrust that sent me screaming in agony, he ejaculated. His thrust began to slow down and I also started whining my waist slow and steady to meet his thrust. We both began to laugh.






I tried to stand up but he refused. He told me to keep sitting on his dick. Some of the sperm we hadn't kissed off had now dried off on his face.





My hole was thoroughly loose, wet and soaked as I sat on him. We went one more round and took our shower with buckets of water outside in the open air.








We got back to the compound the next day at about 7am feeling closer than ever.





Few days later, A New tenant moved into one of the block of flats and he was so feminine and wore make up although he was much older. He also was bleached and fried ( relaxed) his hair. He ran a saloon in our neighbourhood and was respected regardless of his looks or mannerism.


Baba Bolaji for some odd reason began spending a lot of time either in this tenants house or his shop. Whatever they shared must have been special because he (Baba Bolaji) stopped molesting Shaibu. Infact it seemed Shaibu didn't exist to him anymore.




SHAIBU has since moved out of the neighbourhood but still works as a security but in a bigger company.  baba bolaji is still doing his thing with the bleached queen.




Occasionally,  baba bolaji has asked me if I still hear from SHAIBU (because his number isn’t reachable) but I always tell him “no”.




Unkown to him ,SHAIBU has changed his number and is avoiding him seriously. As of me, I still own that dick as my property.




Written by Kayode A.

ONE TOO LATE

Muna is a fine gentleman. I often felt like God looked at my heart and

designed him just the way I liked my men. Thick - not fat, bearded - not

bushy, refined - not razz. The contralto in his voice filled me with orgasmic

pleasure that night when he replied “Who’s there” after I rang his doorbell,

and I responded “It’s me”. The smell of lavender that embraced me, rushing

through my nostrils when he flung the door open, eclipsing me with his

broad chest with a sexy cleft that pronounced the fullness of his man boobs.

He was not one of those lazy boys strolling the streets of Port Harcourt city,

living in their parent’s apartments, eating free food at the age of 30, or

hanging out at the malls dressed like mass-produced Wizkid and Tekno

clones, chasing young naive girls and flashing abs and muscles, faking an

accent filled with too many errors and mispronunciations. Muna had a Job

as an assistant Environmental Engineer with Royal Salt, with his fully

furnished apartment in Shell Residential Area, and an Audi automobile. But

what got me about Muna was not his house, car nor money; matter of fact, I

am not an Engineer, but I am the manager of Genesis Deluxe, and I had my

own tastefully furnished flat in Agip housing estate; I did like his sense of

style and responsibility.

We had met on a very awkward situation that Thursday night when one of

my oldest staff, Rose, had slighted him with her tarty attitude. Jude, the

security boy behind the CCTV cameras had called to notify me about the

fracas downstairs as Muna was causing such a scene demanding to see the

manager. I hated meeting with these kind of angry customers, especially

these ones that must be trying to impress the young lady they had come

with, so I sent Victor to go invite him privately to my office. I quickly turned

on the music player in my office on low, walk on water by Eminem ft.

Beyonce filtered smoothly through the Sony sound system. And the light

turned dim, to create a serene enough atmosphere for both me and the

aggrieved customer. Victor ushered him in minutes later, standing by the

door. Muna walked straight to my desk, I could perceive the anger on his

being when he walked in but I decided to take the lead of events as I stood

up to shake his hands, and offered him a chair. And while he recounted his

ordeal with rose downstairs, I signalled Victor to get us refreshments while I

spoke calmly to the man who had been ushered into my office to soothe him,

but I didn’t need to do much talking as his head began to move slowly to the

tune of the music stuck on replay and the tense with which he came into my

office began to disappear.

“I like this song” he said, completely distracted from the case that had

brought him to my office in the first place.

I smiled. It was a tactics I had learnt from Aunt Cecilia who was a

Psychologist. The art of easily soothing an angry person in a serene

atmosphere.

“It is my favourite song this year”

“Eminem featuring Beyonce?” he asked, startling me. I leaned forward, out

of the shadow partially hiding my face, so he could see me clearly and I,

him.

I was not moved by his knowledge of Eminem or Rap, but I had assumed

that he was one of those straight men who could not tell Beyonce or

Rihanna apart even if they were both standing in front of him.

Victor returned with the light refreshment of Hollandia yoghurt and two

chicken pies on a tray which he set on the table before giving us room. Alone

with the stranger who was no longer as rambunctious as he had been

downstairs. I learnt his name, where he worked, and that he grew up

listening to music from a grandpa radio his father had gifted him before he

slept off every night, and he had a hobby which was mixing tapes. After he

had eased off, he politely asked that I ‘handled the rude girl’ and we

exchanged contacts, shook hands and said our goodbyes. I leered at him as

he walked away, his thick build filling up the room, his height making the

POP ceiling seem much lower than they actually were, the build of his torso

hugged by the blueish shirt with folded sleeves, and his fitted pants teasing

me with the features of his full thighs, the masculine thickness that was his

neck and the nicely chiselled face implanted into a perfect head.

That night, he chatted me up on WhatsApp to apologize for the scene he had

caused and I modestly told him that I was the one who ought to be

apologizing for the behaviour of my staff whom after my investigation was

wrong, earning her a suspension and a surcharge. Then we chatted about

music, and a lot of other mumbo-jumbo till late into the night. And the same

thing the night after and the night after, till it became a habit; lying on the

bed till late into the night texting about or talking on the phone or face-

timing.

His visits to my office on his way home became frequent. Then one night, on

one of his numerous visits to my office, we had talked about our sexuality.

Not like we had no clue, but we had to be sure. That night, he had leaned

forward to kiss me, the song When we were young ft. Passenger trailed off

into the distance, and I sat still, like I had lost my motor skills, blinking. It

had been ages since another lips had pressed against mine in pleasure. The

feeling sent my rusty hormones sputtering to life as I locked my lips against

his, throwing my slender arms above his shoulders, letting his firm hand

rest on the nape of my neck and the other on my waist, letting our bodies

glide against each other in a heated romance. I almost screamed ecstatically

when his lips reached for my nipples, as he lifted me off the ground onto my

desk. Our romance was interrupted by my intercom. We hurriedly adjusted

our clothes and said quick goodbyes. For the rest of the week, our episode

replayed in my head accompanied by a lot of mixed emotions.

I had not been emotionally attached after my relationship with Demola hit

the rocks seven years ago. He left with a large part of me under his shoes

and an emotional scar; a constant reminder of the day he leaked my secret

sex tape I had recorded to people until they got my parents. My mother had

a heart failure. Until that day, she was the only one who knew about my

sexuality, but seeing the video and the mocking comments broke her heart. I

was told she slumped on her way home from the market, and was confirmed

dead when her body arrived the hospital. My father had been bitter; he had

chased me far off into the night with a cutlass. I still remember his

bloodshot eyes as he brandished the cutlass while people struggled to

capture him and seize the weapon.

“Don’t you dare come back to my house if you want to live, you hear me?”

his hoarse voice threatened. As he struggled with the men restraining him,

trying to pry the weapon off his grip.

The thought of Demola still haunted me; that thin line between love and

hate did not seem so small as I found myself tangled in it. Each effort to free

myself seemed harder than the previous. The world seemed strangely too

large; large enough to hide the brute from Niger Republic. The apprentice

apothecary who lived few poles from my house. It began when he I had been

ill with a typhoid and had to go to his boss, a rather stoic man we had

nicknamed ‘Professor’ because of his gifted method of prescription which

was the most potent in the district. Halfway through my treatment, he had

to travel and had entrusted the rest of my injections to his apprentice, the

quiet boy with eyes the colour of pixie dust. As much needles scared the B

Jesus out of me, there was something about the way this new boy

administered his, which was calmed my tense and relaxed me. By the time I

was taking my last injection, we had become familiar enough for him to

mutter sweet rubbish to me as he delivered my shot, holding the cotton wool

to my derriere for a bit longer.

Demola would not take money for the treatment. He said he liked me. I was

fascinated by the colour of his eyes. And when he said he was from Niger

Republic I wondered how come his name was Demola. He said he was born

and raised in Ogun state, but his mother had told him that his father was a

man from Niger who didn’t wait till he was born before disappearing without

a trace. I began to frequent the pharmacy, sometimes under the pretext of

buying vitamin c, just to see him. He would text me whenever his boss was

not in to steal a kiss behind the curtains or caress bodies and get a blowjob

Then I started sneaking him into my room for sex on Sundays while my

parents were away at one meeting or the other, or every other day when I get

the opportunity.

There were many creepy sides to Demola, the deadliest being his vile temper.

The temper that drove him to share the sex tape I had made with Scott. I felt

it had to be his temper even if he had told the boy whom he showed the

video to that he felt guilty of the act that I seduced him into and he wanted

to quit doing it. I did not believe that narrative because I had seen the

revulsion on his face when he saw the sex tape on my phone.

“Who be this guy?” he had asked. It was obvious he was jealous because he

hated the idea of sharing me with someone else even though he was not my

boyfriend.

Muna had left me tons of messages and had been calling my phone off

the hook since I went silent on him. Work that day had not been too busy

and I found myself going through the pictures on Muna’s Facebook page. I

picked up my phone and texted him back. “Send me the address to your

place. Be there at seven.”

He did text me the address and block number. That evening, I left work

earlier than usual, accelerating my Kia Soul carefully through the crazy

traffic of Port Harcourt city. At sharp 7:12pm that Saturday evening, I

tapped on his door. He ushered me into his living room with beige painted

walls, lights turned on dim and the flames the LED plasma resonating the

room. I settled down into a red couch so soft, it seemed to be swallowing me.

Muna was in his boxer shorts now and a T shirt that hugged his arm. We

had candlelight dinner, after which he took me to his room, helped me

undress whilst he planted kisses here and there all over my body, saying

how much he missed me. We showered together in the bathroom, kissing

while the water ran down our bodies. I grabbed his cock, gasping at its

weight and girth while it was still semi-flaccid

“Damn. He is a senior” I thought to myself as I lowered myself to blow it,

taking him all in my mouth, making him moan like a teenage boy in

delirium. Having had enough of the sweet torture, he pulled me up, grabbed

a condom and a lube from the bathroom cabinet, as he slipped on the

condom while I lubed myself, then he slipped in, with me grabbing the toilet

seat. After that, he lifted me to his body as he penetrated, making me yelp

like an excited schoolgirl. We proceeded to the bed where we orgasmed twice

more, climaxed and came.

“Will you be my boyfriend?” he had asked while I stroked his nipples and he

rubbed my lower back.

I chuckled.

“Let me love you, care for you, be part of your life.”

“I want that too; you know,” I said frankly. “I want to share memories and a

life with you. Come home every day of my life to find love and warmth, an

arm to hold me, a body to lean on. I want all that too.”

“What is stopping you then? What is stopping you from being mine?”

“Trust issues. I did trust one person and he ruined everything for me. Cost

me my mother. Now there’s nothing left for you or anyone else.” I said coldly.

The silence that followed proved that my response was too big a pill for him

to swallow. It was for me too. His up and down movement on my waist

paused for seconds while we both stare into the dark void of the room. He

tried to make me see reasons why I had to let go, but it was like pouring

water on a duck’s back. As much as I liked Muna, my hatred for Demola

was far greater the loathing I felt for him for wrecking my life so because of

misguided jealously. I knew I would always compare them, suspect his

moves, eavesdrop on his conversations. Loving him or anybody else would

make me vulnerable again, let down my guard, forgetting how hard the

struggle was to get my life back without help from family who was so

ashamed of me that they could not reach out to know if I was still alive or at  least where I was. Loving him was not going to thaw the guilt I felt about

losing my mother, breaking her heart. It was not going to soothe my

relationship with my father and my other siblings. It was not going to quell

my bitterness at Demola, or anyone bearing that name, not fix the

detachment I felt from the real me having to live as somebody else in Port

Harcourt, making sure not to run into anybody from my past who would

bring complications to a life I have built for myself. It was not going to make

me trust anyone.

The next morning, at the crack of dawn. I had a quick cold bath, threw on

my clothes after which I kissed him goodbye. If he played his cards well, we

could fuck again

Written by Nnam J.

EFFIONG MY CALABAR HOUSE BOY

I had just come home from school after my final semester exams when i saw effiong cooking at the back yard with my step mum who ran a restaurant.





After greeting my step mum ( whom am very close to), i asked her casually who he was. “effiong!!! Effiong!!!” she shouted his name. “come greet my pikin”(child).




As he skipped towards us; leaping over pots and pans with graceful athletic agility, his image became more visible. He was short..stocky short. His body was evidently solid as a brick and was covered all over with black hair which seemed to camouflage into his jet bLack skin. He had really nice hair which curled stubbornly and equally  matched his jet black skin. He wasn't facially “handsome” but his very thick brows and facial hair gave his face a charming character.





Though his broad shoulders, stocky build, thick thighs that complimented an equally thick n hairy bow leg evidently made him look fully developed and mature, one could easily tell he was still young . ( if you looked closely, he could have been maybe 17 or 19 years of age).



Taking my hand in both of his, he virgously shook it as he bowed repeatedly greeting me. From the singlet he wore,  I could see he had bushy armpits which had streaks of dirty chestnut brown hair. Also, i could perceived an unpleasant odour from him that repulsed me. Quickly, i handed him some money and ordered him to buy shaving stick, sponge and deodorant. (Had to write the items down for him to take to the shop nearby in case he couldn't remember or pronounce their names).





He returned shortly afterwards and i marched him to the bathroom where i ordered him to undress. In as much as intended to show him how to shave, i also was dying to see what he looked like naked...and of course to check out his dick. He felt shy undressing in front of me but i wouldn't hear of it. I insisted. Once he did, i was very impressed. He was naturally built and looked very fit. He had firm bubble butts that clasped tightly on each other . His dick was like the rest of his body. Though limp, you could tell it was a thick and good dick he had. His balls hung lazily like two ripe baby oranges from inbetween his legs.



His pubic hair just like his armpit, was ugly and dirty to look at. I guided him on what to do with the shaving stick and in no time, all the bushes of the rain forest of Congo where cleared. (I  made sure he shaved his butt too). As he began to shower, we got into conversation.



“so who you dey use this your big prick fuck?” (who do you fuck with your big dick). I asked him humorously knowing fully well at his age, his hormones easily had the best of him. He began telling me of his village sexual escapades ( many which i knew was formulated) and how he misses sex. “You dey like blue film ( porn) ?” i asked him casually. His face lit up excitedly. “chai....i like am like anything” he replied.





I simply told him when he was done from his chores that night, he should come and watch porn in my room. He couldn't contain his joy. “when mummy (my step mum) don go sleep i go show” he added excitedly.




My plan was in motion.



I gave him few of my clothes that he could fit into as well as a perfume...(anything to drown whatever lingered smell in him). He was so happy. When he had moisturised his body, put on some deodorant spray and good clothes, he looked far much better. As he steeped out, my step mum began thanking me as well as forcing him to thank me some more.




It was few minutes to midnight when i heard a knock on my door followed by a whisper of “oga na me". He had arrived and i was prepared. I was naked under my silk house robe as i let him inn. He still smelt good and clean from the wash he had earlier on. He attempted to settle down on the floor but i stopped him and asked he sits on the bed. I still had some straight DVDs which belonged to my cousin who once shared the room with me; so when i showed Effiong the collection, he went ballistic with the varieties of videos he could watch. I poured us some whiskey and both took some good shot.




Picking one DVD, he handed it to me and i played it on the DVD player. He was so engrossed in the video that i could swear if a bomb dropped outside, he was likely not to hear it. After a good 20 minute plus, i got my lubricant, threw it on him and said- “i know say your prick don stand. Oya help yourself". He grinned like a child and was so shy as he said- “oga you be guy man o". I knew he wanted to wank so badly. He was sex starved. He was horny. He had no option. As he lazily fumbled with his fly, i ordered him to take off his clothes with the reason of “feeling comfortable”. He didn't resist. He did just as i had commanded.



His cock was fully charged and i could tell it was a heavy equipment even though a good number of his inches was covered with his hand. I got the lube and poured some on the hand he held his dick with. His eyes was still glued to the video... but as i stood up and undressed, he starred at me with clear confusion in his eyes. I walked across the room, hanged my coat on a hook on the wall, grabbed the lube, rubbed a good amount in my hole (all in front of him), turned off the light (leaving the room illuminated with only the light from the TV) and climbed on the bed.


As i laid next to him, all i said was - “come and enter me”. I arched my ass up and used both hands to part my big ass cheeks exposing my big slutty hole as i waited for him. I didn't look at him. I just closed my eyes and waited. I waited for like 30 seconds and then the bed moved. Soon, His hairy legs brushed all over mine and then i felt his cock poking around my ass as it tried to hit the target. In no time, all of his meat was going into me without stress. Thanks to my big hole that can accommodate any guest. He didn't have to struggle. I could hear him gasp severally from the sensation he was feeling as he sank deeper and deeper into my nyash hole. From the places his dick was reaching inside my stomach and how expanded my ass hole felt, certainly i had no doubt that this was a monster cock i was taking.




He began thrusting gently......enjoying my jolly wet man pussy. After a while, he began to increase his pace. From the way he way he increased his pace, he clearly was a man of stamina. I did my best to return fire for fire as i responded to his hard thrust by pushing my ass back to meet his dick. But i was no match for him. He scattered my hole. I felt so sore from the fierce friction that it felt like my hole was on fire. At a point, i began to beg him to stop but Effiong didn't listen to me. Spreading himself fully on my back, i could feel the solidness of his chest as the hairs on them caress my back. His hairy stocky legs now held mine in a lock position. It felt it was some local wrestling technique he'd used pinned me down. I couldn't move. I was literally “under his mercy.”





As he began to press his dick deeper as he fucked me violently, i automatically felt an odd strong sensation as if my bladder was swollen and before i knew it, urine flooded out my dick hole uncontrollably. I became afraid cos i thought i had wet my bed so i asked him to stop but He didn't he didn't hear me. He kept stabbing my hole recklessly. I usually hear calabar men have sexual prowness but this was beyond comprehension. He began moaning after a while as he slowed down his thrust. It felt like he urinated inside me cos whatever he was discharging flowed like urine in quantity.



He stayed on me for a while and slowly, his wrestling lock began to weaken. I was aching like crazy from his lock. My hole was equally aching.



With agility, he sprung off me and began to dress up. I told him to rest a while and he reluctantly sat back on the bed. I turned on the light to discover my bed sheet was stained with what i thought was urine. What actually was on my bed was cum...maybe mixed with urine cos it was alot.

“you piss for bed?”

Effiong asked in a chuckled.... his voice laced with pride.

As i tried to take a walk, my legs shook violently and i was forced to sit down. Effiong looked as if he had just been declared world sex champion. He evidently swelled with pride as he told me to rest a bit.



He helped me change my sheets and later left for his room.




I saw Effiong the next morning and he was too embarrassed to look at me. I understood he was yet to digest what happened the previous night so i let him be.




One day, after Few days of unspoken words between us, we were watching a movie in the living room with my step mum who had slept off on the couch. I could see Effiong cock was fully erect and he kept looking at me side eyed. I knew he wanted me to see he was hard and wanted to fuck me but didn't know how to communicate his feelings with me.




I stood up and simply asked-  “you dey come ( are coming)?". I didn't wait for a reply as i began making my way  to the visitors toilet. I could hear his foot steps behind me as i walked. Once we where in the toilet, he just stood there starring at the wall with his dick threatening to tear his shorts. I helped him undo his fly and brought out his cock.

For the first time , i could see the humongous fullness of it under very bright light. (Unlike what i had in my room). I was amazed my ass took all this meat i now held in my palms. I wasted no time taking it in my mouth and As i deep throated him, he thrusted few times and murmured – “na the other one i want". 



I suggested we go to my room but he said “no” rigidly ( in a manner that made it clear that it wasn't negotiable). I was quite startled over his guts to refuse me but i over looked it.  I tried telling him there was no lube but he clearly was impatient. “use spit" he whispered loudly ...his face slowly forming into an irritated frown. What suddenly gave this child guts to be this bold was beyond me.

He spat in his hands and stroked his dick while sort of  hurriedly urging me to follow suit as well as to turn my ass for him. I spat on my hands,  lubed my hole and turned around. Holding the wall and bending low to meet his groin, i waited for his intrusion. It wasn't a smooth penetration but all the same, the goal was achieved. He gripped my waist firmly and plowed me mercilessly. As i began to moan in ecstasy, he stopped; shoving my head angrily, he whispered

– “wetin dey worry you nah?? you no go quiet?!!” (what is wrong with you? Can't you be quiet).

I felt like turning around to slap him but i remembered my step mum was not too far away and whatever we were doing, had to be done quietly. I covered my mouth with one of my hands as he slammed into me expertly. He leaned closer to me and whispered “sorry". I didn't know if the apology was for shoving my head or the fast and furious fucking. Either ways it was accepted.






Effiong didn't stay long on me like last time before he flooded me with samples of his DNA. I was expecting him to run away like before but to my surprise, he didn't...he still stood and was panting as he signalled me as if to say “i want to watch you wank and cum”.



As i took my dick in my hand , i use my other hand to pinch one of my nipples. He took the other nipple in his rough hands and caressed them. Putting one foot on the toilet bowl, i urged him closer and pleaded in a whisper that i wanted him back inside me or he sucks my nipple. He seemed reluctant but he stuck a finger into my flooded hole and worked it while i wanked my throbbing cock. Few seconds later, his mouth met my nipple and then, he began to rub his dick knob on the entrance of my now very opened loose and soaked pussy.  I was in cloud nine as i felt my cum shoot. Effiong watched me cum and it seemed he didn't mind my cum touching him as few splotches landed on his body. As i thanked him, all he did was nod as he wiped off my cum from his hairy 6 packed stomach as well as his semi erect dick.

As he immediately he steeped out, i could hear my step mum calling him to shut the doors and windows as it was late.




I waited for some couple of minutes before i came out and left for my room.




Since then, Effiong and i has been fucking constantly every single day. Over time he has become more passionate and responsive. He now sucks my dick and also has began to kiss me very well (something he usually doesn't do). Recently, he has started rimming me (something he might have seen from porn movies). He now calls me whenever am out at night to ask me if I'll be back home soon. I sometimes wonder how long this will continue. But until then....



Written by J. Udeme