THE STREET HAWKER AND I

 There's this young Igbo boy I see every day on my way to the office. He hawks plantain chips on the major road leading to my office and though he was the youngest of the hawkers, he stood out from all of them because was very cute. 

His skin was the colour of honey and he had very lovely dark hair and large brown eyes that could disarm anyone. And his smile? gosh... It was nothing but magical . He was usually stationed  close to a road bump so every car had to slow down at his location- a good strategy for him to make sales.

 I was always slower because I just loved staring at him and it seemed he noticed because anytime he sees me, he will just smile shyly and begin to fidget subtly. Like I mentioned earlier, his smile was so super sexy that it would make my  kpekus get moist and  clap in my trouser🤣🤣🤣

One day, when going to work after running some errands , I saw him and he gave me that smile again. Then a naughty idea cropped up in my medulla. I waved him to come and moved forward to park by the roadside. I bought 2 plantain chips( which I didn't plan to eat because I find plantain chip disgusting). 

As I bought his wares, I asked if he has a phone and he said yes. When I asked for his number, he said he doesn't know it off the top of his head so, I asked if he has credit and he said yes. I then collected his phone and dialled my number. Shockingly, he asked where I live and when I told him, he said he doesn't know the area. Been a Friday, I told him I will keep in touch and drove back to work. As I drove back , my 6th sense told me this guy was queer and hitting on me but the thought left as quickly as it came.

When I got back to work, I was fatigued and couldn't concentrate anymore so I thought to go home cos it was already past my closing hours. Feeling Idle, I called the plantain chips boy and he told he has finished selling his chips. He asked when next he will see me again and I said shortly because, I was about leaving the office of which he replied "okay"

 After I'd left work and drove passed where he was situated, I saw him and was waving him goodbye when he flagged me to stop. To my surprise, he ran to my car and without any invitation whatsoever, opened the passenger door, entered, shut the door and he didn't say a word. And here I was, thinking that the following day being Saturday, I will think of a way to "get him". I watched with unbelief as he had neatly folded his chips sack and tucked it btw his legs. Shuuuuuuuu!!!!!!. See me see wahala...

So, I quietly drove him home. He was very dirty from hawking by the dusty roadside all day and his feet was a mess. I asked if he will like to have a bath and he said "NO". I asked if he would like some food and he said "YES". So, I went to prepare him rice and  served him in a tray like it was the state governor visiting.

 After he finished eating, I told him I was going to go get him soft drink and then, I turned on a straight porn movie to keep him busy. I went round my house and began watching him through the window to know his reaction. He was completely transfixed to it.

 I came into the house a little moment later and to my shock, he looked at me and asked in heavy Igbo accent "brother why you put this kind film na?....this one wey na only me and you dey house".

Though I felt cornered and afraid, I masked my fear and fired back at him by asking why he made such remark -  "so you want tell me say your penis never dey raise Abi?" I added.

 He chuckled shyly.

Seizing the opportunity after I realising he was now the cornered one, I capitalised on opportunity.

 "better talk now, because asẹwo ( prostitute)  dey next house and I fit go bring one for you make you fuck, you go like to fuck?" I said.

 He shyly answered "yes". Then I went in with my condition- "ehn make i see the prick u wan take fuck the asẹwo na, when I see am then I go bring the asẹwo for you". He was hesitant. Then I came close and tried to touch his prick but he held my hands and would not allow me.

Seeing he was resistant, I left him and allowed him to watch more of the porn. After about 10 minutes later, I made another attempt at touching his dick and this time, there was no resistance. BLOODY HELL!!!!!!! I unveiled of the biggest dicks I have ever seen. For a 19yrs old, he was very endowed - his penis was thick..... as in, very thick and also very long and it was curved downwards very slightly with an equally fat mushroom cap. Quickly I went on my knees and proceeded to worship it with my mouth offering!

 I took his over sized penis in my deep, warn and moist mouth and stuffed my face with his man machine. I made sure I sucked the hell out of his penis and from his response, I could swear he had never experienced anything as pleasurable as a blow job because he was literally in heaven!!! Writhing and thoroughly jolting to sensitive shocks as he enjoyed the wonders of my soft palate🤣

In about 5 minutes, he gasped several times before exhaling loudly and then, I could feel a large and heavy thud of creamy salty sperm hit my throat  which  glided gently  down into my oesophagus and then, into my large intestine gracefully without any obstruction.... It really knew where to go.

Immediately, he said he will like to have a shower and I showed him the bathroom. 

While in the shower, I still could not believe how come he had such a mighty penis so, I entered the bathroom and  stood facing him... still admiring his dick-  and that was when the drama started.

First, from his body language and facial expression, I could tell he was angry or irritated. 

Then he goes -  "brother me no like this thing o!!! This thing na homo o!!! Me no like am at all o"!!

At first, I was afraid  cos he was almost shouting and my neighbours were downstairs and could hear him  . 

But  quickly, I summoned courage and asked him to shut up. 

I accused him of also being a homo otherwise he would not have been so bold to get into my car and follow me home the way he did.

 When he realized that I too could be mad and short tempered, he suddenly went quiet and calmed down.

He admitted that one reverend father in his village "does it" with him. 

Immediately, I told him to hurry up with his shower and leave my house. Because he looked forlorn as he dressed up, I drove him to the bus stop and gave gave him N 3,000 ( three thousand naira) which he thanked me for and  left. 

From that day, I avoided looking at him or his direction anytime I drove passed where he was located selling his plantain chips.

One day, he called me and apologised for his behaviour. - "brother abeg no vex for me... you na my senior brother and you fit help change my life." he pleaded. I accepted his apology and before he hung up, he asked me when I would be available for him to pay me a visit and I told him I would make out time. 

But before I hung up, I asked him there and then if he was going to fuck me. O yes I did!!!!

No point beating around the bush or him finding an excuse to play "victim". It's either he was game or not. SIMPLE AS ABC.

He obviously never saw my question coming..however, he said- "NO problem boss...if na wetin you want, I go do am".

Couple of days later, I picked him up where he was waiting for me and drove him home. He sat on the same spot he previously sat during his last visit as I went inside the room to prepare and change into my skimpy pant. When I came to join him on the couch, I went straight for his penis and boy o boy was his cock already as solid as a rock. Mind you, I didn't put any porn to stimulate him. 

As I began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, Emma ( his name)  was already removing his clothes with speed. By the time I freed his penis from the restriction on his underwear, I saw loads of precum dripping like nectar from a freshly bloomed rose. Obviously, he had been erect since. I kissed him and he kissed me back more intensely. We kissed for what felt like forever before I took him into my mouth once again and this time, he was so confident that he grabbed my face with both hands and fucked my thirsty  mouth like a ravished dog. He showed absolutely no pity as he kept thrusting deeper and deeper into my throat mercilessly as I chocked . At some point, I pulled myself to catch some air as well as admire his massive fuck pole.

 Already armed with my lube, I pulled my pant to the side, anointed our pleasure instruments, positioned myself on the exact spot he had once sat and parted my bubble butt for his  sweet invasion.

As his penis forced my sphincter apart and started scratching the walls of my ass hole, my head began to swim as I took deep breaths and mentally forced myself to relax until every single inch of his penis was completely stuffed very deep inside my tummy. I could even feel the lush of his bushy pubic hair press on my ass cheeks. 

When he started fucking me, I saw stars.

He smashed my hole like a war horse... stamping and slamming my man pussy hole as I moaned and begged him to go harder even though the pain was severe.

His balls kept boxing mine and because it hurt, I had to reach out for it from under my thighs. As I held them, they felt like hairy baby oranges. I began massaging them nice and slow until after about 20 minutes, he began to groan and grunt as he collapsed on my back. 

With his face just next to mine, he began to gasp - "bros oooo.... bros... e don dey come out oooh...chai bros....e too sweet oooo....bros I don dey release oooo...bros oooo..." 

Taking the initiative, I began squeezing my ass cheeks and pushing it back with good force to match his pounding. We kept slamming into each other until I felt the wet sensational explosion of his sperm juice inside my hole which thickly spread all across my ass cheeks and back thighs. 

No doubt it was a very sweet and nice fucking moment which we both enjoyed. We kissed for  while before we regained the energy to stand up and clean our bodies. 

Emma and I  fucked on constant basis for a long period of time from that day.

There was a situation he got into that  involved the police and he was detained. He called me and I went to bail him. It was quite a shock for the police men and relatives that see that a street hawker knew someone of my calibre (as a high ranked government worker).

Over time, Emma moved in with me due to accommodation issues and even though we kept fucking, I was very unhappy with his conduct.

He was lazy, he stole my things even when I buy him stuffs and brought his friends to my house even after I've warned him several times not to. 

Eventually, I had to ask him to leave. 

But before then, I realised Emma started receiving gifts from a friend and colleague of mine who also is gay , igbo (also from his state). 

At first, I didn't see anything wrong because I thought since he lived in a dominantly yoruba populated state, having someone " from home" was a big bonus. 

Also, back then, whenever he misbehaved, my friend was always there to plead on his behalf as well as scold him. 

Currently, they're both an item now and the painful part of everything is that Emma now lives with my friend whose house is just a throw stone away from mine so i see him almost everyday.  

Anyways, he looks well taken care of and I'm happy for him...though I'm jealous that my friend is now the one enjoying that massive penis steadily. 

Written by 

Joshua K.