RAG DAY RENDEZVOUS

I had just gotten into the University and was super excited about my new life. A life away from my strict religious parents...a life that permitted me to make my decissions and explore my sexuality to the fullest.




I had made friends ( gays of course) on campus and we all where looking foward to rag day ( a day where students dress in rags and go into the community for charity). For me and my friends, this was an oppurtunity to get into our true element. It was no rag day..but a DRAG day.




We had gone to the market, bought wigs, make up, jewelry, dresses and everything to ensure we where flashy enough for the day.


I even went as far as shaving and oiling my legs to give it that vava-voom extralicous edge.



Eventually, the D-day came and we all where tranformed into marvelous swans.



Among all my friends, i was clearly the most stunning. I didn't brush my wig...rather, i left it wild and bouncy as it cascaded down my back. I also wore very short bum shorts that literally exposed a good part of my fresh soft cakes. I had purposedly starved for weeks to give my tummy that smooth succulent flatness which i exposed with my cropped chiffon scarf (which i artistically wrapped around my body).


I also purposedly left out putting fake books on my chest because when i looked at my face after making up, i looked every inch a woman. Not just any woman...a very pretty wild one at that.



I wanted people to know i was a man (as that would nail the "WOW"  factor). 



Wearing different pairs of stilletto heels, i was good to go. i had carried a very large female bag that contained my regular clothes and toiletries as myself and friends had decided to pass the night in another state.



So, off we went.






Our first stop was Ogbete main market Enugu. There was a bust stop just across the market where buses going to various states in Nigeria where loading. My friends and i decided to do few ragging within the market premises before procedding our journey and while i was busy sashaying and recieving cat calls from men, i came across an old secondary school class mate of mine who was desperate to fuck me (back then). He was now a trader and owned several shops in the market. I recognized him first ( i was on make up so he didn't know who i was) and walked up to him to say hello. He was so excited to see me that that he gave me N5,000 cash and begged me to come again.




After tickling my palm as we shook goodbye, i and my friends made our way to the next neighbouring state; Onitsha.




As we got to the bubbling busy street of iweka road Onitsha, myself and friends noticed that lots of our school peers where already in the city. But nevertheless, we stood out among them like the true diva's we were.




We made our way to main market and that was when i had the most shocking experience ever.




These traders shamelessly flirted with us. Some squeezed my soft buns, other squeezed the fake boobs of my friends while cat calling us.



One trader who sold music CD's was passing with his radio blarring awilo ( the rave at the time) and myself and friends wasted no time to entertain the small crowd with twerking and whinning.



As we dance, i could feel a certain pair of eyes burn my back. When i turned around, i saw this grey haired, almost bald elderly looking man starring at me. He was a big bodied man and had a tummy. He sat authoritatively in front of a fabric shop that no dubt, belonged to him.




I smiled at him and began cartwalking my way to where he sat. He had an odd frown on his face but i didnt care. I shook my can of stones infront of him suggesting i needed some money.



He looked away from me as if i was nothing as he stood up and walked into his shop.I felt so embarassed. But as i started to walk away, i noticed he was still starring at me from inside his shop. He bobbed his head as if to suggest i should come with him as he walked further into his shop dissapearing behind several hanging fabrics and piles of wares.




With my heart racing, i followed him. Leaving the market noise behind, I entered into the silence of the shop as if it where another dimension in time.



As i looked back,  i noticed that i could no longer see outside. The world was completely shut out behind several rolls of clothes and fabric hanging from the roof.



 After going through what seemed to be a maze of fabric, i arrived at a little chamber that served as an office. The huge man stood waiting.



"kedu" he growled in rough deep baritone.




"odinma" i replied.



Without any introduction, he stepped close to me and grabbed a hand full of my ass and squeezed it so hard.



"idi uto? ( are you sweet)" he asked with a serious growl.




Damn...this old man was a pervert and was already setting my blood on fire.



"of course" i cooed in reponse as i went for his dick. His cock was damn huge. FUCK!!!!



"o'ga banye? ( will it enter)" he asked me as his fingers started forcing it's way through the very tight edges of my shorts to find my man pussy hole.


I knew he meant to ask if his cock would enter my hole. So in response, i nodded positively.




As if i had just gotten his secret password, he lips met mine as his tongue ransacked every sector of my mouth.  I melted into his huge frame...pressing my swollen dick on his humongous rock hard penis.




I was so horny to get fucked by this daddy gorilla...and I was 100% sure he wanted me so badly as well.





He told me we should go to his house and fuck. But suggested that I go to the public toilet, change my clothes (He explained earnestly that I couldn't come to his house in my drag/rag and I understood),  take a commerical motorcycle and ask the cyclist to drop me off at a certain junction. He gave me 35min to do as he said because he will be meeting me at the junction at that time.



Noticing my uneasiness (because I had NEVER in my life done such (follow a complete stranger to his home))  he whispered gently telling me to not fear that he will make me happy.


We kissed some more and I left his shop.




When I got outside, the radio man had gone and luckily, I found my friends. They were mad at me because they had been wondering where I had gone.



I cooked up a lie and told them I ran into my cousin who wants me to come to their house. They just looked at me dumbfounded. I apologized and told them I would meet them in port Harcourt (our destination). We said goodbye and quickly, I found my way to the toilet. I changed to my regular clothes, bought a satchet of water to wash off my make up, changed my shoes and stepped out.





When the men who collect money for the toilet saw me emerge, they were surprised at the transformation.




I took a bike to the said junction and sat at a food vendor stall along the road to wait for him.




Few minutes later, the lady selling called my attention to inform me that someone was calling me. I look at the direction of her pointing finger and across the road was the man. My crotch swelled instantly.





As he saw me approach, a subtle smile crossed his hard face.



"So you are this handsome" he said as we began walking.



We got to a block of flats and he led me into an apartment. It was simply furnished and I could tell he was comfortable enough.  He told me to go and have my bath as he handed me a clean towel. As I took off my clothes, he started kissing me and praising the soft smoothness of my body. 





He also got off his clothes and his giant penis just stood like an iroko tree. He also wanted to have his bath together with me.



We washed each other's bodies as well as kissed all through. Goodness gracious!!! I couldnt believe my eyes as I held his cock. It was very thick (just like the rest of his body ) and long.



As we kissed, he fingered my hole with soapy water.







We got out of the bathroom, dried our bodies and went to the bedroom. He sat like a king at the edge of the bed and beckoned me to come stand in front of him. As I stood before him, he slowly caressed my body with eyes full of admiration and wonder. He kept saying "aru gi amaka" (your body is beautiful). He opened my ass cheek and muttered "chai..lekwa otu led (red) ooo!! (look at red pussy).



He now parted my ass cheek so wide until i began to whimper because it hurt like crazy. He held my ass cheek in that position and then i felt his mouth on my hole. He tongue fucked my pussy in a manner that still baffles me till this day. His concentration on my hole was outstanding. 





As he rimmed, he will stop and ask me if I can dash his dick my hole. He said it in vernacular and it sounded so funny.


After what felt like forever, he got baby lotion, rubbed on his penis and asked me to sit on his huge cock with my back to his chest.




Placing my both hands on his thick hairy thighs I aimed my sore and thoroughly sucked pussy on his pole and began to sink down on him.




 Mhen!!!!! It wasnt easy. My hole was fully expanded to its maximum capacity but funny enough, I was mad for it.

When I finally got all his pole buried deep inside my fully occupied hole, he held me from behind and began pinching my nipples. I sat on his lap like a little baby would; his father.

He thrusted so nicely and sweet while asking me how it felt having his penis inside my hole. I made him know he had the right weapon to cover all my vacancy.  I too asked him if he loved the sweetness of my hole and he told me I had no idea about how extremely sweet I was. 

He laid down on the bed while I still sat on this laps...riding his monster slowly. He kept moaning and thrusting deep into me still maintaining his slow rhythm. 

After a while, he ordered me to stand up and sit on his face. And I obeyed.  His tongue was literally inside my hole. He chewed and sucked my pussy for a while and asked me to sit back on his pole. 

This time, as I sat, his penis just flew inside my ass as if my hole was a borehole. He continued  to  fuck me slowly but at intervals, he will use force and thrust deep into me which will make me cry in pain. Then he will pet me, tell me sorry and then continue his slow pace. 

Moments later as we fucked, he asked me again to sit on his face and i did. He spread my ass cheek so wide like he did the first time and began sucking my hole and tongue fucking me so brutally until I couldnt hold it anymore. I began to wank my dick because the sweetness of the pain his teeth and tongue was doing to my hole was unbearable.  Finally I came. The sperm that flew out of my cock was like a river.

As I struggled for air, he kept sucking my hole until  I had to wrestle out of his grip and we both began to laugh. I noticed his penis was limp. When I asked him if he has cum, he said he has. My ass walls had been so stretched and damaged that i didnt feel his cock pulsating when he releases. 

"So he was sucking his cum out of my hole???? Wow!!! Such a freak" I thought.

As we laid side by side to each other, breathing and sweating, we began to talk. We introduced ourselves and I felt an odd likeness for this old man. 

It was getting late and I told him I wanted to start going. He asked me if anyone was chasing me away and I said "No".

He asked me to stay back and rest because he wasnt done with me. 

I dont know what manner of trust this man had for me to make him leave me at his home watching TV as he went back to his shop. He came back few hours later with two guy who I got to know as his apprentice. 

Donatus (his name) was so harsh and strict with them that it scared me. He asked one of them to buy us food and the other to wash my clothes.

When I asked him why he treated them so harshly, he said that was the only way they could understand respect. 

While his servers where attending to their business, Donatus (after alot of begging) started rimming me. Gosh...my ass was so sore that it hurt. 

He just loved eating ass.

I stayed 2 more days before leaving for port Harcourt to meet with my friends ( they where staying at a gay mans house somewhere in St. John's). Donatus gave me N20,000 and until this day, I have never mentioned anything to anyone about this incident

As for Donatus, I never saw him again. At the time (2001), mobile phones where super expensive and none of us owned one. I totally forgot the name of the junction the commerical motorcycle took me and for the life of me, I can't trace his shop even if I tried. 

I will forever remember Donatus for his ass rimming and over size penis.

Written by 

C. Ozioma