THE PAST COMES CALLING (pt.1)

 

 I have been a fan of this blog for many years. I love the stories and sometimes wank to them. I am a bisexual man who loves to seriously get fucked by big dicks especially the ones that know how to use what they have.

I started discovering myself in secondary school when I started having access to pornographic magazines and then being in the boarding school, they were always horny teenage boys whom at that age were walking around with weapons of ass destruction (what I call pussy creamers). In boarding school I had few of my classmates and some seniors who we would play with ourselves by wanking and cumming and one in particular stood out of them all.

Lets call him Tom (because he maybe a reader of this blog). Tom was a class ahead of me in school, he was the type you would swear would not even want a guy to ever come close to him in a sexual manner talk less of touching his dick. 

Tom was a chronic womanizer, he was the champion of talking about girls and sexualizing them, the type that could undress a girl by just mere looking at her. 

When he and his classmates would be having conversations in the hostel about their sexual escapades I would just get irritated by it and just zone off.

Asides from being so much of a loud mouth about sexual stuffs, he was a passive bully (the ones who would bully you once in a while to get provisions from you or wash his clothes for him when he decided to be lazy) and I kept my distance and avoided him like a plague.

At about that time, it was rumored that Tom had the biggest dick in the hostel if not the entire school. I wasn't interested in all of that because I never liked him talk more of wanting to see the dick for myself. On few occasions I had caught a glimpse of the dick while he took his bath but still I wasn't interested.

One fate-filled night, the story changed. It was lights out and I was already on my bed ready to sleep when a junior Student came to inform me that Tom had summoned for me.

 

My mind had raced to so many places wondering what I had done wrong so I braced up and got there and to my greatest shock the mighty Tom asked me to give him a massage as he had played ball during the day and his body was aching. I started massaging his back for some mins and then Tom turned. 

My jaws dropped and I think time must have stood still because as Tom turn to lay with his already massaged back on the bed, Tom had a huge erection and damn it was a massive monster. I held myself and continued the massage avoiding his erect monster dick and just when I thought I was done, Tom muttered - "you touch it now..". I was so scared to make a move and it seemed he noticed. 

"don't be afraid.. It's only hand-job" he cooed -his voice husky with supressed desperation. He guided my hand gently to to his raging erection and my throat instantly went dry as my eyes went wide with horror. Tom's cock was fucking massive... so massive that my hands could barely wrap round its girth. Every bit of his inches was a wonder to behold. I scooped some of the Vaseline I was using to massage him and began to work on his pole. Slowly going up and down and doing a circular rotation on the equally massive dick cap. 

A soft gasp escaped from his throat as he reached down to my hand and motioned me to go faster. Getting the memo, I went to work. Gripping the base of his penis firmly, I began to furiously wank the entire upper part of his ridiculous shaft. My strokes were rapid but tender as well. In no time, I felt his entire muscle stiffen as he whimpered silently like a wounded puppy. I felt very hot liquid explode all over my hand and it dripped endlessly. He came like a water fall.

I guess I most have done a fantastic job because, from that day, I became his regular masseur who offered a joyous happy ending when EVERYONE had gone to sleep. Over time, our wanking session graduated to him fucking my well lubricated laps until he spills loads of his creamy thick cum. 

Looking back, I could vividly remember how I would expertly squeeze his huge pole in-between my thighs so tight as he silently whispered "oh fuck!!!" into my ears. He really loved it.

This happened on and off till he finished his SSCE exams and left school. Because we were really not friends nor mates and I wasn't a fan of his toxic and loquacious behaviour, I didn't bother exchanging contact and that was how we lost touch.

Some years had passed and yes the picture of Tom's massive dick was still in my head with me fantasizing how it would be cool to have him fuck me now that I had become a pro at dick taking.

One day while working in the office I got a Facebook friend request notification and I checked it out only to see it was Tom. Immediately, I accepted the request and we exchange numbers and got talking while catching up with each other and what we were up to these days- but never did we talk about our past escapades (since him no talk am, then me sef no go push). As the saying goes, "bad habits die hard". Turned out Tom hadn't changed much for the better. He was still the same womanizer. He would probe to know who were the girls I posted on my whatsapp status and Facebook. He would ask which was my girlfriend as well as I should link him up with one. The whole thing got me more irritated so I toned down our chats and gradually, stop responding to him. 

2017 came and I got posted to Calabar for my NYSC (don't ask me how come) and by this time I had lost contact with Tom once again and never knew where he was until one Sunday, after I was dragged to a child dedication by my ex girlfriend and just as I was stepping out of the church and getting into my car I heard someone call my name. Lo and behold, it was Tom. He had evidently matured in looks which gave him a very calm demeanor.

To Be Continued....

 written by 

E.I