TALES FROM KANO

I did my youth service in Kano in the 90's.



 At the time, I was young, very ambitious and full of dreams.



Also, I was curious and because of that, I knew too much for my age.




 One of the things I had known for certain was that I like men.




 No; not those smooth and refined men like uncle Edward or my dad. Am talking about rough local men like Kunle my dads driver and Bernard our house boy. Both whom have given me the opportunity to taste the good sweetness of what lies in-between a mans thighs and how sensational it feels when a man puts his penis into another man’s ass hole.




 The irony of it all was that during that moment in my life, I was very religious and in fact, a radical one.





 I held positions and led groups in church, did evangelism, midnight prayers and all that.





 Looking back now, it was certain I did all that to suppress my hidden desire for men. Also, at the time, I was very centred in being the ideal child out of my other siblings so as to win the heart of my parents. In my mind, I knew I wouldn’t be accepted and loved if they knew what I did /like men doing to me.



 When I got to kano to serve, I quickly attached myself to a radical Christian movement. I was in an Islamic state and there was nothing more that I wanted than to bring the “good news" to the “unbelievers".





 On my first outreach/evangelism, I followed my “brothers in Christ” to a popular red light district where prostitutes were waiting in front of their brothels for clients, alcohol and drugs flowed in abundance and all sorts. “ A typical example of Sodom” ( I judged).





 Once we stepped into the environment, it didn’t take me few seconds to get carried away with lust of the eyes. I saw my taste of men in every nook and corner. From bus conductors, commercial drivers, menial workers, thugs...all sorts. All of them either shirtless (exposing their muscled torso) or smoking (an odd attraction I find with my kind of men).






 As i watched some of them disappear into the rooms with the hookers for some sex, the image of them putting their cock into these women vaginas refused to leave my head. As I began to remember Bernard and Kunles dick entering my hole and how sweet it was, I got an instant erection.





 Because I didn’t wear a fitted under wear, my erection became obvious that One of the prostitutes noticed and cat called me while eyeing seductively at my crotch.





Before my “brother’s” could figure out what was going on, I quickly excused myself from their midst as I told them I wanted to urinate.






 I briskly walked to the back of a building to try to put my penis in a position where it would no longer embarrass me.





 I tried to urinate with the hope that if I did, my dick will deflate (and thankfully, it did).





Just as I was putting my now soft penis back in my pants, i noticed a very black man in white squatting. Obviously, he was taking a pee like Muslim men do in the north.






 I don’t know what pushed me to look at his penis as he brought a small plastic kettle and began to wash his prick.






 He had the blackest, longest and fastest penis I have ever seen in all my life.






 My mouth went dry instantly as I was totally lost in my stare that it took his wide grin and our eye contact ( which followed by the direction of his eyes to my crotch) that nudge me back into consciousness.





 I followed the direction of his eyes and to my utter embarrassment, I saw i was holding my now fully erect dick in my hand.





 Still grinning, he raised both his brows in a sort of exciting way.





 Flushed with embarrassment, i hurriedly tucked my penis in my trouser and left with my heart beating like a drum.





 When I joined my religious group, I turned back to the direction I’d come out from and just then, I saw the man walk by.




 He was very tall and sort of lanky. He was also quite elderly. We made eye contact once again as he settled down on a bench beside a table full of wares.




 As our eyes met this time around, I saw a certain “knowing” look in his eyes.





 When I got back home, I started to crave sex like mad. That mans dick was 5x bigger than Kunles dick (which was bigger than Bernard’s). All I began to imagine was the magnitude of sweetness I will feel if that size of penis enter my hole.





 I Just couldn’t sleep.




 It was almost 10pm when I made up my mind to go back there.




 It was a damn risk.





 I was a stranger in that community, i had just come to preach to people few hours ago, I wasn’t Muslim nor Northern, I couldn’t speak Hausa and worst of all, I wasn’t sure if that Mallam (the one I saw his over size prick) was even gay.





Even though my instinct told me he was one, there was also this part of me that doubted.




 But nevertheless, as they say – “a hard dick makes a senseless man” , I braced up and made my way to the area. When I arrived, I spotted him at his corner.




Bracing up, I walked up to his table and once he saw me, he smiled at me. I was too shy to return his smile or even look at him. I bought biscuit and soft drink (the only thing among his wares that was permitted for a man like me to consume) and paid him more than enough ( without taking my change because I was too shy).





As I took a seat at a nearby in a shop that had plastic chairs, we both just kept starring at each other.





 Several prostitutes (including the one who recognised my erection) came to me but I politely declined their advances. Eventually, it got very late and I had to go back to my place without saying a word to this Mallam.






 The next night, I went back and did the same thing. Bought snacks from him, left my balance, Sat at a corner, starred at him and went home without a single word said.




 This lasted for over week.




 One day, when I had come to repeat my visit, he tried having a conversation with me and it was close to a disaster. He couldn’t speak English and neither could I speak Hausa. The only thing I understood from whatever he tried to say to me was his name and an invite to come home with him the next day (he said – “tomorrow I follow you come my gida”).




 He looked at my crotch and stylishly touched his own to convey the message and Instantly got it.





 From that night to the next night was the longest day in my life. The time crawled worse than a snail.




Finally, I got to his corner but this time around, he tapped the empty space next to him on the wooden bench he sat on; suggesting me to have a seat. I did as he wanted.








 We sat until about 11:30pm before he started packing up to close. He took his wares and table to a restaurant nearby, left it there and we started making our way to his place in the dead night.





 We finally got to his place and it was a large compound. He had his section in the building and everyone seemed to be asleep. He led me through a dark living room into a bed room and then he went into the bathroom briefly, came out, stood at a corner of the room to pray and then undressed himself.






 As he took off his clothes, my blood froze at the sight of his penis. What I saw previously wasn’t what I was seeing.




 His dick was erect and stood at nothing less than 12 inches (for a fact).




 It was equally so thick. He smiled at me and signalled me to take off my clothes.





 Once I did, he just stood and looked at me for several minutes smiling.






 He spoke Hausa briefly and then said –“ kai i (you) too fine. I love you well- well no be small” .





As I studied his fit body and facial features, it was evident that once upon a time , he was an exceptionally handsome man that life’s hard circumstances had robbed off some of the cuteness and added some toughness to his entire exterior.





 As he laid on top of me , the solid warmth of his body was just right.





He sucked my nipples and dick clumsily, raised my legs up, licked my ass hole so roughly with his teeth scratching my rectum.





 I gestured him to stand up and as he did, I sat on edge of the bed and took his ridiculously large cock in my mouth but It was impossible for me to deep throat the length and girth of his penis so, I had to resolve using my hands to wank the left over meat my mouth couldn’t take.





 He handed me a jar of lotion and with one hand, he gestured asking me if I wanted to lie on my back or front.





 I turned on my stomach and gripped the pillow because I was certain i will probably scream if his evil prick enter my hole. As i held the pillow with my face buried in it, i felt his cock poke my hole.





Slowly, it began to expand..and expand.... and expand.



 Gosh!!! I wanted to faint.





 I used one hand to check how much dick was remaining and I wanted to scream when i realised that I hadn’t even taken half.




Meanwhile my hole was already fully occupied.



 He started speaking Hausa gently as he began to thrust further into me while holding me tight.




 I didnt know what he was saying but I felt comforted.






 After what seemed like eternity, he eventually put all his massive Mallam penis inside my hole. Tears fell from my eyes as I screamed for my life inside the pillow while he fucked my entire intestine.




 As he fucked me, he tapped my waist and instinctively , I raised my hips up.




Instantaneously, we both gasped. He must have felt a sweet sensation plunging deep inside me while i on the other hand,  felt a sharp pain inside me as if his cock had crossed a barrier inside my stomach which suddenly, made the agonising pain I was feeling in my ass stop.





 I started to enjoy his cock and how hard it stretched my hole and occupied all the content deep inside my stomach as he pushed hard into me.



 I reached for my dick and realized precum was gushing out uncontrollably. I used that (precum) to wank myself while using my hole to squeeze his giant penis. With a loud grunt, he held me so tight and began to ejaculate so hard that I literally felt the taste of hot sperm evaporate from my stomach, through my throat and to my mouth.





 He didnt remove his penis from my hole. He kept pounding me and I began to cum with cries of joy and pain because as i was cumming, i felt my entire inside muscle tense so hard that it ached seriously.





 After I came, i couldn’t take his penis anymore. The hurt was too much for me to endure but he held me down and tight as he kept pounding my hole until he came again. 



We both showered and slept.



     In the morning, I woke up quite late. I could hear voices of women and kids outside. When he came inside the room, he brought food and gestured me to wait until 12pm. I felt he didn’t want me to be seen so I ate and watched TV.






 While I had my shower, I felt my ass hole and it was really wet and open. Just as I was carrying out my ass inspection, he entered the bathroom stark naked. His mighty cock in full attention. With a gesture (kissing all the tips of his fingers) he made me know my hole was very delicious and he wanted to fuck me again.





Standing behind me after rubbing his cock with soap , he plunged deep into me again. I just couldn’t say ‘No'. My love for his massive dick was greater than pain.






 He fucked me 2 more rounds before I went home. Almost every day all through my service year, Mallam fucked my hole as well as took care of me.



Sometimes we met at my place and other times, his house. I came to know he is married to 3 wives and owned the big house ( he lived in) with his brother ( who lived in Maiduguri).




 He also had several businesses but just did petty trade to pass time and boredom.



 Written by
 Taiwo B.