BABA RONKE
may look and behave all classy and you may assume I grew up in some posh area in Lagos with a big silver spoon smeared with butter stuck in my mouth. Truth is that I grew up in a razz area. The sort your building is refered to as “yard” and everybody is familiar with every one (even to the entire street).
There is this man called baba Ronke who If I can remember, always got we kids ( in the compound) candies and goodies anytime he returned from work. We (kids) would wait for him to return from work and once he was sighted , we will rush to him like moth to a flame screaming “papa oyoyo”.
As young as I was (i think I was about 8 or 9) , I already knew what i love. And what I love is dick. When other children ran to hug him, I will target his groin area and hug him full front so I could press myself to his bulge. Some days I will place a part of my body (especially my hand) over his crotch. Since we were many kids hugging and tugging him, I knew he’ll pay no attention to what I was doing. Lest I forget to mention his dick use to be very meaty to touch.
As nice and loving as baba Ronke was, his wife was the exact opposite. She was always nasty towards us kids and will throw things at us whenever we accidently played close to her washing on the wire hanging out to dry or near her vendor. (she was a petty trader).
Also, she has literally fought all the women in the compound and was popular in the street we lived.
I had a massive crush on baba Ronke since childhood and nurtured it so dearly. It became so intense that one Saturday when he was about to do his Laundry, i sneaked into his corridor where he had left his clothes, detergent and few buckets of water and stole one of his clothing. A red pant. The pouch where his penis ought to sit was so big.... so big that his pant permanently took the shape of the bulk of it. At that time i didn't know anything about masturbation so all I did was go somewhere safe away from prying eyes and rub his red pant on my face and sniff the musk on the groin area while having a super erection.
For many years i didn't disclose my feelings to him. I eventually changed to another boarding school far away in Akure and didn't come home to Lagos until after my Senior WAEC. When I came home , I was told that baba and mama Ronke had been having serious feuds and had separated. Also, i learned things were not the same with him. Apparently Mama Ronke had gotten pregnant by their pastor and had moved out of the compound.
Baba Ronke had gone into heavy drinking and was no longer his happy self. Hearing This, I felt empathy and decided to pay him a visit in his apartment . On getting to his door which was slightly opened, the strong smell of alcohol greeted my nose. As i let myself in, I could hear a loud snore coming from the bedroom. Making my way through the untidy living room, I got to his bed room. Suddenly my jaw dropped as my foot froze to the floor.
Baba Ronke was sprawled on his bed. He had added a lot of weight and now had scanty facial hair. What actually caught my attention and made me petrified was that right before me, laid the fattest prick i'd ever seen , peeping through the loose wrapper he had on his waist. My blood began roasting right at the spot where i stood.
Without thinking, I quickly went to the living room and bolted the door shut. With my heart pounding ferociously, I walked back into the bed room where baba Ronke was sleeping. I called his name and tapped his feet several times in an attempt to wake him up...although In my heart i wanted to be sure he was knocked out.
He grunted a response as i greeted him.
As i acknowledged my presence by saying who I was, he half opened his eyes, sat up, looked at me, smiled, waved lazily, called my name, stretched out his hand to shake me and slumped back to bed. He was evidently stoned. I desperately wanted to make a move but I was scared.
While i stood starring at his mammoth cock, he slowly dragged himself out of the bed and staggered to the bathroom. He'd barely gotten to the toilet when urine began pouring from his dick and splashing on the wall and everywhere but the toilet bowl. Instinctively, i rushed to his side and got under one of his armpit as to get his large hand to rest on my shoulder to support his balance as he seemed about to topple over. As i did that, I reached out for his dick and aimed it correctly to the toilet bowl. My hands could barely go round; that was how ridiculously thick his prick was.
When he was done, I squeezed, tugged and wiggled his fat member in order to get the last Drops of urine out. In the process of flicking his cock, I’d completely forgot myself as I caught myself stroking his meat which now had began to expand my palm further as it slowly grew . My eyes widened in sensual horror. It looked like something evil from a sci-fi movie.
The toilet was too small to contain both of us or else I wouldn’t have waited a second to drop to my knees. He started making his way back to the bed room and I assisted him- to stop him from falling. As He fell on the bed laying on his stomach. After a massive struggle, I succeeded in Rolling him on his back; just as he laid before.
I grabbed his humongous dick and began stroking it with loving admiration. He tried several times to remove my hand. But anytime he Did, I returned my hand to his dick. I couldn’t believe mama Ronke will abandon such a blessing....except she wasn’t woman enough to take his oak trunk.
His dick was now fully erect and I had to stroke it with both hands which it fully occupied. I got myself in between his legs and began sucking his dick. While I sucked, he opened his eyes and squinted them in a frown as if to say “What the hell is going on”..... but clearly he wasn't conscious about what was going on. As i kept performing my skills, his mouth opened slightly revealing his tongue. Spit dribbled on his Beard from his mouth as faint moans escaped.
Sucking his dick was a painful jaw stretching moment. “If my jaw could hurt from opening this wide, then how much hurt will my ass be capable to endure?” I thought. Only one way to find out. ..TRY IT!!!!. I quickly began searching the house for a lubricant substitute but there was nothing. I went to the kitchen and on top of the fridge was a family size butter. PERFECT!!!!
I grabbed the pack and got into the bedroom. He was snoring once again. Immediately i took off my clothes and got on top of the bed. Properly covering his dick with soft butter, I did the same to my hole.
Part of me screamed “YOU CAN NOT TAKE IT” but another voice told me “be a man and conquer”. Immediately i took a deep breath and positioned his thick mortar epistle on my tunnel entrance. I began wanking myself just to divert my attention from the incoming hurt as I began to slowly ease down into his massive prick. I let out a silent scream as my sphincter stretched thin but giving up wasn’t an option. Not after this diamond opportunity. Inch after inch he began to disappear into me until I felt my ass cheeks on his laps.
There is this man called baba Ronke who If I can remember, always got we kids ( in the compound) candies and goodies anytime he returned from work. We (kids) would wait for him to return from work and once he was sighted , we will rush to him like moth to a flame screaming “papa oyoyo”.
As young as I was (i think I was about 8 or 9) , I already knew what i love. And what I love is dick. When other children ran to hug him, I will target his groin area and hug him full front so I could press myself to his bulge. Some days I will place a part of my body (especially my hand) over his crotch. Since we were many kids hugging and tugging him, I knew he’ll pay no attention to what I was doing. Lest I forget to mention his dick use to be very meaty to touch.
As nice and loving as baba Ronke was, his wife was the exact opposite. She was always nasty towards us kids and will throw things at us whenever we accidently played close to her washing on the wire hanging out to dry or near her vendor. (she was a petty trader).
Also, she has literally fought all the women in the compound and was popular in the street we lived.
I had a massive crush on baba Ronke since childhood and nurtured it so dearly. It became so intense that one Saturday when he was about to do his Laundry, i sneaked into his corridor where he had left his clothes, detergent and few buckets of water and stole one of his clothing. A red pant. The pouch where his penis ought to sit was so big.... so big that his pant permanently took the shape of the bulk of it. At that time i didn't know anything about masturbation so all I did was go somewhere safe away from prying eyes and rub his red pant on my face and sniff the musk on the groin area while having a super erection.
For many years i didn't disclose my feelings to him. I eventually changed to another boarding school far away in Akure and didn't come home to Lagos until after my Senior WAEC. When I came home , I was told that baba and mama Ronke had been having serious feuds and had separated. Also, i learned things were not the same with him. Apparently Mama Ronke had gotten pregnant by their pastor and had moved out of the compound.
Baba Ronke had gone into heavy drinking and was no longer his happy self. Hearing This, I felt empathy and decided to pay him a visit in his apartment . On getting to his door which was slightly opened, the strong smell of alcohol greeted my nose. As i let myself in, I could hear a loud snore coming from the bedroom. Making my way through the untidy living room, I got to his bed room. Suddenly my jaw dropped as my foot froze to the floor.
Baba Ronke was sprawled on his bed. He had added a lot of weight and now had scanty facial hair. What actually caught my attention and made me petrified was that right before me, laid the fattest prick i'd ever seen , peeping through the loose wrapper he had on his waist. My blood began roasting right at the spot where i stood.
Without thinking, I quickly went to the living room and bolted the door shut. With my heart pounding ferociously, I walked back into the bed room where baba Ronke was sleeping. I called his name and tapped his feet several times in an attempt to wake him up...although In my heart i wanted to be sure he was knocked out.
He grunted a response as i greeted him.
As i acknowledged my presence by saying who I was, he half opened his eyes, sat up, looked at me, smiled, waved lazily, called my name, stretched out his hand to shake me and slumped back to bed. He was evidently stoned. I desperately wanted to make a move but I was scared.
While i stood starring at his mammoth cock, he slowly dragged himself out of the bed and staggered to the bathroom. He'd barely gotten to the toilet when urine began pouring from his dick and splashing on the wall and everywhere but the toilet bowl. Instinctively, i rushed to his side and got under one of his armpit as to get his large hand to rest on my shoulder to support his balance as he seemed about to topple over. As i did that, I reached out for his dick and aimed it correctly to the toilet bowl. My hands could barely go round; that was how ridiculously thick his prick was.
When he was done, I squeezed, tugged and wiggled his fat member in order to get the last Drops of urine out. In the process of flicking his cock, I’d completely forgot myself as I caught myself stroking his meat which now had began to expand my palm further as it slowly grew . My eyes widened in sensual horror. It looked like something evil from a sci-fi movie.
The toilet was too small to contain both of us or else I wouldn’t have waited a second to drop to my knees. He started making his way back to the bed room and I assisted him- to stop him from falling. As He fell on the bed laying on his stomach. After a massive struggle, I succeeded in Rolling him on his back; just as he laid before.
I grabbed his humongous dick and began stroking it with loving admiration. He tried several times to remove my hand. But anytime he Did, I returned my hand to his dick. I couldn’t believe mama Ronke will abandon such a blessing....except she wasn’t woman enough to take his oak trunk.
His dick was now fully erect and I had to stroke it with both hands which it fully occupied. I got myself in between his legs and began sucking his dick. While I sucked, he opened his eyes and squinted them in a frown as if to say “What the hell is going on”..... but clearly he wasn't conscious about what was going on. As i kept performing my skills, his mouth opened slightly revealing his tongue. Spit dribbled on his Beard from his mouth as faint moans escaped.
Sucking his dick was a painful jaw stretching moment. “If my jaw could hurt from opening this wide, then how much hurt will my ass be capable to endure?” I thought. Only one way to find out. ..TRY IT!!!!. I quickly began searching the house for a lubricant substitute but there was nothing. I went to the kitchen and on top of the fridge was a family size butter. PERFECT!!!!
I grabbed the pack and got into the bedroom. He was snoring once again. Immediately i took off my clothes and got on top of the bed. Properly covering his dick with soft butter, I did the same to my hole.
Part of me screamed “YOU CAN NOT TAKE IT” but another voice told me “be a man and conquer”. Immediately i took a deep breath and positioned his thick mortar epistle on my tunnel entrance. I began wanking myself just to divert my attention from the incoming hurt as I began to slowly ease down into his massive prick. I let out a silent scream as my sphincter stretched thin but giving up wasn’t an option. Not after this diamond opportunity. Inch after inch he began to disappear into me until I felt my ass cheeks on his laps.
VICTORY!!!!!!!!!
I retained my sitting position for a while just to let my ass hole get users to this important August visitor. When the last wave of pain subsided , I went all the way up to the cock head and then sank back all the way down. Baba Ronke exhaled with his tongue sticking out but with his eyes closed. I repeated the same skill several times increasing my tempo. First slowly and then hard. I fucked baba Ronke’s dick like a wild animal. Once I touch down, I will rotate my ass at the base, raise it all way up ( leaving just the dick head in my hole) and then slam it down again. I wanted to make sure my ass wouldn’t be the same after this encounter and I was determined to see to that.
Baba Ronke’s large hands met my waist and held them down so hard that i was fixed in a spot as he began to thrust hard into my suffering hole to the extent each thrust made me jolt. His hands rubbed my waist and met my two ass cheeks. Now, grabbing them in a rough squeeze He began taking out his dick almost completely out of my hole and then slamming hard into me. I saw stars!!!! My intestines felt as if they summersaulted to each of his thrust. I began to taste blood when I realise I have been biting my lips so hard. Baba Ronke continued thrusting like a beast and I was completely at his mercy. All this time, his eyes were opened and watched me squeal and gnash in joyful agony.
I stopped wanking at intervals because I knew if I cum, the pain will be so raw. But there was something baba Ronke did that made me cum immediately without me touching my dick. He placed his both foot on the bed and by so doing, his thighs were raised and I was sort of suspended because I was resting on his thighs. My position couldn't permit full penetration so it was just his dick cap the was in my hole. He began fucking me with only the tip of his dick and I couldn’t hold myself any more. Hot cum shot out of my dick and landed on his Beard and face. He watched me with satisfaction as I yelled in agony. No sooner I came did he begin to grunt and heave deeply as I felt him explode inside me. Thick nutritive juice filled me fresh from the pipe. Baba Ronke kept fucking me until his dick went limp and then he starred at me blankly and I watched his eyes slowly shut. Couple of minutes later he began to snore heavily.
I slowly stood up from his cock and I couldn’t feel my ass muscles contrast.. I was worn out.
Quietly, I dressed up and left him sleeping. Out of fear I refused coming out of the house for two days. On the second day, I ran into him on the stair case. He was so happy to see me. But he suddenly stopped and had a suspicious look in his eyes as he looked at me as if he remembered something. His eyes kept darting left and right as if he was in doubt of his thoughts.
He asked me when I arrived and Immediately, I lied telling him I had just come that same day and was just asking of him. Despite how normal I tried to present myself, he still looked into my eyes as if to say “I know what happened.”
Surprisingly, he asked me to come into his flat and I did. As he entertained me in his apartment, we began discussing about life and he mentioned his situation with his wife. Though I had already heard, I pretended I was hearing it for the first time. Because his flat was quite untidy, I volunteered to help clean up. At first, he refused but after persisting, he agreed and also, gave me a hand.
Few days later he called me into his apartment and told me what we did was not good. He didn’t even allow me deny. He simply went ahead to say I needed to find myself a good wife and pray she doesn't turn out to be like the devil he married. I told him my education comes first and he commended my school of thought. He asked me not to tell anyone what we did and I promised.
Since then, we became close. One day, while we were talking, I asked him to be my secret lover and he laughed at me. But when he saw I was serious, he gave me the condition that he will only agree if i did exceptionally well in my WAEC exams.
Thankfully when my exam came, I cleared all my papers. The least score was a "C".
I tabled my result before him and he was dumbstruck because he had no excuse. Since then, we have been fucking constantly and I guess he is allowing everything happen at my terms because he is afraid if he refuses, I might spill the beans of our affair.
Written by A.J
I retained my sitting position for a while just to let my ass hole get users to this important August visitor. When the last wave of pain subsided , I went all the way up to the cock head and then sank back all the way down. Baba Ronke exhaled with his tongue sticking out but with his eyes closed. I repeated the same skill several times increasing my tempo. First slowly and then hard. I fucked baba Ronke’s dick like a wild animal. Once I touch down, I will rotate my ass at the base, raise it all way up ( leaving just the dick head in my hole) and then slam it down again. I wanted to make sure my ass wouldn’t be the same after this encounter and I was determined to see to that.
Baba Ronke’s large hands met my waist and held them down so hard that i was fixed in a spot as he began to thrust hard into my suffering hole to the extent each thrust made me jolt. His hands rubbed my waist and met my two ass cheeks. Now, grabbing them in a rough squeeze He began taking out his dick almost completely out of my hole and then slamming hard into me. I saw stars!!!! My intestines felt as if they summersaulted to each of his thrust. I began to taste blood when I realise I have been biting my lips so hard. Baba Ronke continued thrusting like a beast and I was completely at his mercy. All this time, his eyes were opened and watched me squeal and gnash in joyful agony.
I stopped wanking at intervals because I knew if I cum, the pain will be so raw. But there was something baba Ronke did that made me cum immediately without me touching my dick. He placed his both foot on the bed and by so doing, his thighs were raised and I was sort of suspended because I was resting on his thighs. My position couldn't permit full penetration so it was just his dick cap the was in my hole. He began fucking me with only the tip of his dick and I couldn’t hold myself any more. Hot cum shot out of my dick and landed on his Beard and face. He watched me with satisfaction as I yelled in agony. No sooner I came did he begin to grunt and heave deeply as I felt him explode inside me. Thick nutritive juice filled me fresh from the pipe. Baba Ronke kept fucking me until his dick went limp and then he starred at me blankly and I watched his eyes slowly shut. Couple of minutes later he began to snore heavily.
I slowly stood up from his cock and I couldn’t feel my ass muscles contrast.. I was worn out.
Quietly, I dressed up and left him sleeping. Out of fear I refused coming out of the house for two days. On the second day, I ran into him on the stair case. He was so happy to see me. But he suddenly stopped and had a suspicious look in his eyes as he looked at me as if he remembered something. His eyes kept darting left and right as if he was in doubt of his thoughts.
He asked me when I arrived and Immediately, I lied telling him I had just come that same day and was just asking of him. Despite how normal I tried to present myself, he still looked into my eyes as if to say “I know what happened.”
Surprisingly, he asked me to come into his flat and I did. As he entertained me in his apartment, we began discussing about life and he mentioned his situation with his wife. Though I had already heard, I pretended I was hearing it for the first time. Because his flat was quite untidy, I volunteered to help clean up. At first, he refused but after persisting, he agreed and also, gave me a hand.
Few days later he called me into his apartment and told me what we did was not good. He didn’t even allow me deny. He simply went ahead to say I needed to find myself a good wife and pray she doesn't turn out to be like the devil he married. I told him my education comes first and he commended my school of thought. He asked me not to tell anyone what we did and I promised.
Since then, we became close. One day, while we were talking, I asked him to be my secret lover and he laughed at me. But when he saw I was serious, he gave me the condition that he will only agree if i did exceptionally well in my WAEC exams.
Thankfully when my exam came, I cleared all my papers. The least score was a "C".
I tabled my result before him and he was dumbstruck because he had no excuse. Since then, we have been fucking constantly and I guess he is allowing everything happen at my terms because he is afraid if he refuses, I might spill the beans of our affair.
Written by A.J
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