YOUTH SERVICE RENDEVOUZ

I was posted to a secondary school in a small community in the west for my primary assignment in my service year.



At first, the environment really freaked me out because i couldn't seem to fit in due to cultural differences (which language was a major barrier). But nevertheless, the indigenes of the community were very supportive and did their best to welcome me. Infact, i was given a local name which meant ‘son of the land'.







My fellow corp members who were in that community with me were bloody heteros. They shamelessly fucked the girls in the community (including their students) and bragged about it. Because i didn't know anyone of similar sexuality as mine, i often kept to myself and used my hands as the saving grace to my urge and lonliness.



In the class i teached, there was this student who was about my age (if not older) . His name is Waju.



Waju was the class captain (a position reserved for the eldest in the class). He was a rascal and had a distinct talk and walk to back it up.




 Even though he could be best described as your typical “village champion/ hoodlum”, he was exceptionally bright in his academics.







One thing that caught my eye about him was his body which no doubt, has been sculpted over years of manual labour. His school uniform barely fitted his frame and this gave me the chills. Also, should I mention that Waju didn’t wear fitted undies? ( a seemingly   common practice among boys in the village) . The print of their cocks were usually bold on their shorts  and swung as they went about their business.



The size of dick i saw in his shorts was outstanding.




 Surprisingly, it seemed I was the only one who was noticing  this (buldge and dick  prints) on these village guys cos never have I heard anyone complain or caught anybody’s eyes darting at their crotch.







(Perhaps I was the only pervert in that community).







Because Waju was the class captain, he usually was around me all the time. He did my chores at home as well as help me mark home works and prepare for classes.








Whenever he came around my home, i will just drown myself in the sight of him as the sweat ran down his chiselled naked body as he worked tirelessly. Sometimes, when he takes his bath at my backyard after the days work, i will just watch him with desire. Am sure he knew I fancied him because sometimes, he will playfully wiggle his dick at me and jokingly call his penis a weapon of which, I will always laugh at his gimmicks and call him a bad boy. But because  he never said or did anything suggestive afterwards, i assumed it was one of those meaningless things hetero guys did.








 Because it was such a small community, i was scared of “trying my luck” even though i knew for certain that Waju liked me very much  and if i had attempted anything on him, it was likely that he would succumb...either out of respect or sheer natural libido.








As my assignment was drawing to a close, i knew i had to take a risk...I couldn’t let that fat dick pass me by.




One day after class, i stayed behind to do some work and as usual, he was waiting For me. The school was empty and all that could be heard were the buzzing of bees and insects as well as birds chirping away on their nests.



He knew that i was rounding up my primary assignment and was leaving soon. He wasn’t happy about it.







So on this day, while we were in class alone, i stopped working, looked into his eyes and asked him if he loved me.







‘why not?.... I love you well well’ he said. Sounding more aggressive than passionate.



“why do you love me?” I asked.



He began telling me how I was different, didn’t look down on those from the village or consider myself better than them, how I wasn’t taking advantage of the village girls like other Corp members who where serving and how I cared.


“you know I love you right?” I said.






His face lit up like a Christmas tree as he did a subtle shoulder dance. He was clearly happy over my statement.







“do you know why?” I continued.



“No. Tell me" he replied excitedly.







I told him how i admired his decision to get an education even though age wasn’t on his side, I told him i loved his kind spirit and hard working personality. I also told him to cut down on his hoodlum persona because it gave a wrong impression on his personality and didn’t sit well for his age. He seemed to be deep in thoughts as i talked about his “rugged" attitude. Gladly, he took it well.







“And one more thing....” I continued. My heart was beating fast because of what I was about to say ....


“I love your muscular body and big prick”



The smile that spread across his face was epic. He obviously took pride in it.



“I like it very much” I added while giving him a sexy look.







“you don tell me before “ he responded; the pride never leaving his face.




“I wish I can touch it....at least as parting gift from you”



He broke into a laughter and asked if i wanted to ' rub and pour' ? (His version of masturbation).





 I was taken aback at his openness. And he seemed a bit confused.







He asked if i didn’t masturbate and I told him i do. He casually said when he was younger, himself, his friends and cousins wank each other...






“nothing dey dia” he added.








My heart summersaulted in my chest. I had literally had this opportunity under my nose all these while and couldn’t make a move because of stupid fear.




I stood from my chair and reached for his penis. He smiled and touched my dick in return. His cock was soft but so fleshy.






“you bring pomade (cream) ?” he asked as i felt his cock stir in his school shorts. The only thing I had in my bag was my hand lotion which I always carried but I was too horny to get it. I undid his fly and set his semi erect cock free. As i stroked his meat, he unbuckled my trouser and brought out my already precum wet dick.



As we stroked each others dick, i used my free hand to unbutton his shirt and began playing with his nipples first before sucking on them.









I could swear it was his first time having such an experience because he jerked at the sensation of my flicking tounge on his nipples. I tongued his solid body and went down on my knees. I could see the confusion and panic in his eyes as i took his fat spear like shaped penis in my mouth. I sucked his cock like a real slut....off loading many months of sex starvation.








I nudged him gently to thrust into my mouth and it took him few minutes to comply. When he began, he took charge. He drove deep down my throat with such pace that made my eyes water.




We heard two people discussing from outside the window and immediately, we disengaged and fastened our belts. It was a farmer whose farm was not too far from the school. He was with another man and both came to the window of the class room to greet me.




After they left, i told Waju we should go to my house and he agreed. As we walked to my house, i couldn’t stop my eyes from darting to his obvious erect penis in his shorts (even though he’d untucked his shirt to cover his erection).




Once we got home, we didn’t waste time. I took off my clothes and attacked his penis once again with my mouth. His cock was a wonderful monster and I badly needed it inside my starving man hole.







I undressed him, grabbed my lubricant (which has been serving only wanking purposes lately) rubbed some on his pole and then, on my man hole. I held his hand and pulled him towards the bed as i laid down on my back with my legs raised.






I could see a certain discomfort in his eyes,  probably, this was either something he wasn’t  expecting or Was completely alien to him. He began to  resist And i had to plead with him too grant me this one favour if he really loved me as he claimed.




Eventually, my emotional blackmail worked And with a loud sigh, he stopped resisting.



That  was the GREEN LIGHT.  




As i began  guiding his big penis into my tight lubricated hole, He diverted his gaze.  I watched as his eye lid slowly dropped lazily while his body stiffened as he  let out a soft gasp while i sunk his torpedo deep into my waters.


I knew he loved the sensation my man pussy was doing to his dick. It was written all over his face.








When I eventually had all of him inside me, Waju lost control almost immediately.  He just plunged himself deeper into me as he dropped his heavy muscle weight on me.




I gasped and begged him to slow down as he kept pushing his iroko penis right into my stomach...fucking me so roughly without any consideration.







Waju had the stamina of a war horse which was impossible for me to match.  He pounded my hole without any form of pity . obviously, he was loving the thrill of the moment and no matter how I begged, i knew he wasn’t going to stop until he had reached his ultimate goal which was to pump his village yogurt deep inside my womb.







After what felt like ages of agonizing pain, he started to grunt as he repeatedly threw his head backwards in such manner that it matched the rythm of his powerful thrust. Shortly after, i began to feel the bust of rich nutritive juice flood into my intestines as we both clung to each other so tight.








We both where breathing like we’d just ran an Olympic marathon And it took us quite a while to catch our breath. His penis was still turgid and stuck in my sperm wet dripping hole.





As we laid motionless, i began to wonder what was going through his mind.






He eventually stood up, took his bath,  dressed up quietly and left ( with his penis still in full salute).




After he'd left, i used the rest room, showered and slept off. Several hours later, i was awakened by a knock  on my door and when I answered, he was the one. He brought food stuff for me as well as cooked food (a usual Friday routine).







We both ate the cooked food quietly and then an awkward silence followed. Usually, he would leave after we had finished eating together but this time, it seemed he had no plans of leaving that night. It was getting late and I had to lock my door and prepare for my night rest. As i  began taking my clothes off to change into something for the night, Waju began taking off his clothes alongside. His massive penis in full attention. He had come back for more delicious man pussy. Obviously he had misinterpreted the reason of taking off my clothes as an invitation to sex.








I watched him as he went for  the lubricant we had used that afternoon which still laid on my reading table. He rubbed some of the content on his big cock and tossed the bottle to me (which I caught on reflex action).







I could still feel his cock in my-" yet to be fully contrasted” aching hole from our previous fucking. He had fucked me so rough that  it could last me for two weeks.



He had an inpatient frown on his face As his monster cock throbbed angrily while he waited For me to lube up.



I wanted to say “no" because my hole was still aching. But since i had fed him with something he now enjoys, it was clear I had to finish everything I'd started. As i began applying some lube on my famished sore ass hole, Waju walked up to me, put his hands on my shoulder,  directed me to my reading table and nudged me to bend over.





One thing about me is that standing sex hurts me like mad and that was what he wanted. I started to protest but it seemed it angered him. Waju roughly pushed down my head to the table and before i could ask him to be gentle with me, he has already begun putting his prick in my hole. I felt his long thick prick drive deep into me as it expanded my hole with equal capacity.







All my pleading fell on deaf ears as he hammered me beyond reasoning. My leg trembled...my hole was exploding with fire....I felt warm liquid from my dick run down my legs- whether it was sperm or urine; i have no idea. I felt his rough palm come over my mouth to keep me quiet and I guessed it might be because of my loud moaning.  He fucked me so hard that I felt he was just out to punish me for moaning so loud. I even bit his hands so hard but still he didn’t remove it from my mouth. After while, he began to pant and grunt as he slowed down. That was when I knew he had cum.










As he eventually withdrew his cock from my hole, he said something inaudible. At first, i thought i heard “sweet fuck" but I wasn’t sure. When I asked him to repeat himself, he grumbled and said “sweet dreams". It didn’t sound like what I heard before but I didn’t push it.








Completely exhausted from the steaming sex, I just climbed into bed next to him and dozed off....only to wake up in the middle of the night to find Waju fucking me. I was too weak to do anything....my hole was still loose, wet and opened so I didn’t feel any pain. I simply found myself drifting back to sleep.








You won’t believe that when I woke up in the morning,  i found him snoring loudly cuddled up to me with his prick secured in my ass. I really wanted to ease myself but he held me so tight that could barely move.






Since that day, Waju and I literally fucked every single day until I left back to base. He has visited me twice and wants to do his university education in the city i stay.



Let’s see how that goes.




Written by
Jerry B.