Osaaze

My aunty lived in the city of Port Harcourt just after st John’s and i usually did stay with her anytime my mum was out of the country. Anytime i did come around, the guys who lived in the estate will flock around me. Perhaps they perceived me to be some rich mixed race guy...(you know how Nigerians are once they see mixed race peeps).

Anyway my aunt’s neighbour had a construction company and usually had lots of men who were his workers that stayed with him. The particular one who i was very attracted to was called Osazeme . He was cute, clean, tall, well built and very dark. He always refered to me as “happening guy” and i really fancied him.

  One day, i lied to my aunt that i wasn’t feeling too well to avoid joining them(her family) to an all night church programme because they where pentecostal and i was Catholic. I just wasn’t cut out for the noise and all that comes with the pentecostal people.

I had slept off in pretending i was unwell and when i woke up (thanks to the mosquitoes), i noticed it was pitch black (thanks to Nigerian electricity).

The time was 10:45pm. Damn!!! I had slept for 4+ hours. I made my way to the backyard of the house with my benson and hedges cigarette to smoke just to relax. And then i noticed something.

My aunt’s neighbours construction workers for some weird reasons, never bathed in the bathroom of their masters house. But rather, did it outside; further into the open spaced backyard by the fence behind an abandoned pickup truck which they hanged a wrapper over a stick balanced on the fence and the truck to hide their nakedness from the public. They usually bathed in the middle of the night when the estate was usually quiet and occupants where asleep in their bungalows. These guys also served as the securities for the estate as well.

The architecture style of the estate and the building my aunt lived in was in such a manner that she and her neighbour (the one Osazeme worked for)  shared the same backyard but had different spaces. From where i sat, i could see the abandoned pick up and a wrapper on the stick but after some couple of minutes ,it occurred to me that i hadn’t  heard any splash of water to indicate someone was bathing even though the wrapper on the stick meant someone was present.

Innocently,i walked towards the abandoned pickup truck and pulled the wrapper  aside. Maybe the loud sound of the generator from across the fence drowned my steps because when i drew the wrapper, i saw Osazeme wanking.

His dick was B I G and was impossible to hide despite how hard he tried to cover it.

I broke into a laughter as he tried facing the fence to hide his dick from me. He was so shy. He also began to laugh as well. “guy relax jor..its a normal thing” i said. Trying to make him feel less embarrassed. “o boy wetin man go do nah.....you sabi our condition here nah” he replied with his richly coarse voice. I didn’t want to spoil his mood or loose the moment. So quickly spotting a jar of vasline on his soap dish, i picked it up, un did my pants and said told him “mhen....e don tey sef me do am o....make i join you”..indicating my willingness to join him. He just stood perplexed as i brought out my already hard cock and began stroking it.

Now, i do have a big dick and i have come to realise that men both straight and gay love to admire some big dick.

I watched Osazemes eye open wide in awe as i stroked my equally big dick. Actually

because am petite in body size, my dick gives a ‘bigger than usual’ illusion in contrast to my body frame.

“chhhaaaeeeeiiiiiii !!!! Happening guy you carry machine o” he teased. Now turning fully towards me, his dick was in full view. His beautiful black skin blending into the dark night while his vasline glistering  penis sort of caught some light from the almost full moon above that equally reflected on the bucket of water he was about to bathe with that stood in-between us.

Subconsciously Osazeme held my dick with his rough hand and said “you go wound babe with this tin o!”. He sort of sized it on his huge palm as i let him enjoy the view. Now; if you attended an all boys secondary school, you will know guys compare and touch dicks without having any sexual attachments and thatwas exactly what he was doing.

“Gaahdeemm!!!” he muttered to him self as he let go of my dick  and continued stroking  his. Seizing the opportunity, i commended on his big dick. Doing exactly what he did to mine. I held it in my hands. My soft small hands unable to wrap round its girth. I squeezed it gently and felt it react immediately as if it grew an inch more. As i kept commending the girth, veins and turgidness, i once again applied a slight pressure to his now throbbing cock in my hands by massaging it in a circular motion that rounded itself at the knob of his fat cock. He jolted at the electrical sensation, pushed me away as he giggled calling me “bad guy”. “like say e no sweet you” i said as giggled as well.

“if i handle babe now ehhhhh....she go see fire” he said as he continued stroking his dick. “this your prick go good to suck o” i said as i returned my hands back to his huge cock even as he stroked it. “abi”? He responded. “person don suck you before”? I asked him. “no oh...i hear the tin dey sweet” he answered. “yes nah...we dey do am well well for America” i said; using the ideology that he sees me as a mixed race guy.

“you mean am”? He asked with wonderment in his Voice. And before he could complete his sentence, i has squatted in front of his dick and put my mouth over his cock with my lips bumping into his rough busy hands.

He tried pushing me away as he said “happening guy abeg stop...stop...stop..no...no”. But we both knew better that an erect dick is no respecter of holes. His attempt to push me away was weak because the warmth of my mouth obviously was doing new things to his systems. I completely ignored the taste of the vasline in my mouth as i got to work. He kept exhaling “oooo boooyyyy yyyeeahhhhh” as i deep throated his cock and making a swirling motion as i got to the thick knob of his big dick before taking the entire length deep in my throat again. I literally felt his dick grow bigger in my mouth. I stood up, as i stroked his saliva and vasline  wet dick. “fuck me”. I said. It wasnt a question.  It was an order. He looked confused and muttered “how”?.

Unknown to him, All the time i was squatting and sucking his elephant dick, i also had taken some vasline from the soap dish and fingered my ass real good to prepare it for Osazemes phallus.

Without replying him, i turned around and gently pulled down his dick (which was still in my hands); indicating he needed to stoop a bit for his tall  height to be even with mine so he could enter my ass. I didn’t hear a word of protest he said and as i inserted his fat dick into my already experienced trained man pot, i could feel his height drop more behind me and then, i felt two very hard and rough palms rest gently on my two shoulders.

Slowly, inch by inch while gritting my teeth, i let Osazemes meat find its way into my stomach. When it seemed like i had some few more inches to go , without warning,  he firmly gripped my shoulder and pulled me towards him to meet a very powerful thrust that buried all his giant dick deep inside me.

The pain that shot to my brain felt like a volcanic eruption. He repeated it again..this time with a harder thrust.

I mentally told myself to forgive his inexperience, relax and make it enjoyable.

Parting my legs and arching the base of my spine to give my ass a high lift while literally standing on my toes, i gave Osazeme the best position to fuck the nonsense out of my head. He was really a rough fucker..just like the way he looked. I could feel my  skin literally  get blisters as he squeezed my tender body so hard with his crocodile texture hands. My dick was worse. In the name of wanking, he pulled and tugged it Roughly .

“i fuck you bei-bey...yes..i fuck you bei-bey” he moaned into my ear.

I prayed for him to cum cos my legs where already quaking as well as every inch of my body. My hole was been vandalised without mercy and as if he knew i was getting weak on my feet, he grabbed me, stood to his full towering height and continued fucking me with my feet dangling in the air. “i fuck you bei-bey......i fuuuukkkkk yoooouuuuu.....i fuuu..cckkkkk yo..ooo..uuuuu....aaaiiiiieeehhhhhh ccchhheeeiiiiiii.....hhhmmmmm.....eeeehhhh.....” Osazeme began exploding hot sperm into me while i was still suspended on the air.

I dont think i felt his dick pulsate in my ass because i had lost sensation in my hole. All i felt was trickles of cum and ass juice flowing down my legs from my stuffed ass.

He began to laugh as he dropped me. Despite my aching body, i joined him in unison. “o boy you too much no be small....you no suppose be man...chaiii” he said as he kept laughing. “you suppose go act blue film” i teased him also praising his virility.

I simply told him we will “do again”. As i made my way out of the tiny shack of a bathroom,i left him my packet of cigarette and some money on top of the pick up truck.

He thanked me for my generosity. As i walked away in the cold night back to my aunts house, i could now hear water  splashing.

Though feeling sore and in pain all over, i had a smile on my face and so did my ass.