Date: Wed, 04 Sep 2002 03:46:36 +0000
From: Martin Rammsonde <martramm@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nigerian Math Tutor (MM interr anal)

Nigerian Math Tutor (MM interr anal)
by Martin Rammsonde (martramm@hotmail.com)

Hamzah drives his fat cock in deep, burying himself up to his balls in the
tight ass pushing back against him. He moans as the hot walls of the
stretched lovehole massage his aching fuckstick. Beneath him, lying on his
back, Danny gasps, feeling the huge black meat impale him. Hamzah bucks his
hips in a lazy rhythm, savouring the sensation of working this hot white
ass. Danny's legs tighten around Hamzah's waist, urging him to fuck faster,
but Hamzah is in charge here. He's waited a long time to be inside this
19-year-old slut, and he is going to screw this fuckchute as long as he can.

Since Hamzah emigrated from Nigeria, he had been disappointed by his
inability to find a decent job. Trained as a computer systems engineer, he'd
had the misfortune to arrive just as the high tech bubble imploded. After
months of working nights as a cleaner, he had been happy to take a second
part time job as a math tutor to Danny.

Danny was the younger son of a sportswear manufacturer. He was bright, but
undisciplined, and it seemed unlikely that he would gain admission to a
prestigious university, as his older brother Alex had. His parents decided
tutoring was necessary. Hamzah was working as a cleaner in the father's
factory, which is how he got the job as one of the tutors.

Hamzah twists his hips to corkscrew his ebony pole into Danny's boycunt as
he remembers their first lesson. He had gone to Danny's house, and they had
spread the textbooks on the floor of his room, where they sat. The lesson
had gone well, until at the end Danny announced he wanted to show something.
He went into the bathroom that adjoined his room, and returned stripped down
to a pair of silky red sports briefs. "So, what do you think?", he had
asked, turning around in different poses.

Danny was someone who was very attractive, and knew it. His father was of
Italian descent, his mother Filipino. From his father he had inherited curly
brown hair and light olive skin; from his mother, delicate features, smooth
skin, and brown eyes with just a hint of her almond-shaped eyes. He was
active in sports, and his body was well-toned.

Hamzah saw all of this at a glance. He also saw how the low-cut briefs
showed the untanned skin and thick, curly hair of the topmost swath of
Danny's pubes, and how the briefs accentuated the round curves of his young
ass, and how the impression of his semi-rigid cock was pressed in relief
against the crotch of his briefs.
Hamzah felt a growing sense of discomfiture which was swelling as fast as
his cock in his jeans. What was he supposed to say? Why was this kid teasing
him? Or was he?

"It's one of the designs my Dad makes. You like it?", Danny prompted. Hamzah
grimly nodded. "Here, for you - you'll look great", Danny said, and threw
Hamzah a new box of the briefs. And with that strange exchange, the first
lesson was over.

Hamzah rode the bus back home, secretly rubbing his rigid dick through his
jeans. He didn't have much experience with American culture - was Danny
coming on to him? It was easier back home, he knew the rules. It might have
been illicit, but there was never a shortage of fuckable manholes to fill.
He remembered his first fuck, a friend on the school soccer team - he had
screwed him to the wall of the gym shower, two athletic black bodies sliding
together under the warm water spraying from the shower, until Hamzah
shuddered and unloaded his hot jizz deep inside his friend. For an instant
he imagined the scene with Danny's face pressed into the cool shower tiles,
but he shook his head. He couldn't jeapordize this tutoring job with such
thoughts.

When he got home, he pulled the briefs out of the box, and ran the silky
fabric over his fingers. Then he stripped naked, and stepped into the
bathroom. He caught sight of his muscular black body in the mirror, and the
big throbbing meat that thrust out from the wiry hair that covered his
pubes. He bent down, and pulled the red briefs Danny had given him up his
legs. They fit snuggly over his round ass, but he struggled to push his
engorged cock into them. His fuckpole tented them out, but he turned and
admired himself in them, remembering how Danny's smooth teen body looked in
his. He started stroking the head of his tool through the silky material. It
felt slippery, and he began rubbing his hand faster. He was imagining
ripping the briefs off Danny, pushing his finger between his cheeks,
widening the tight virgin hole as Danny struggled, and then sinking his
lubed black pole between those silky olive cheeks and entering his twitching
boypussy. As he imagined this and worked his cock, Hamzah felt the cum
churning in his balls, and then it was shooting from his rock hard tool. He
pulled his cock free from the briefs, and a thick jet of hot white cream
exploded audibly on to the bathroom mirror, followed by another, and then
two more, before he slumped forward, shaking and gasping.

He couldn't have guessed then just how sweet it would be to claim this hot
young slut's cherry, and ride his tight ass. But now he is. He pauses his
pounding assault of Danny's boycunt, and loosens Danny's legs from around
his waist, pulling them over his shoulder. He can bear down on Danny's hot
ass more easily in this position, pinning him underneath.

Not that Danny has any intention of resisting. He pulls Hamzah's face to
his, and the two men tongue kiss. The new position sandwiches Danny's
throbbing cock between their bodies. He liked the feel of his pre-cum lubed
dick head rubbing against Hamzah's muscular stomach.

He had been attracted to Hamzah from the start. He loved the intense
darkness of Hamzah's skin, and tried to imagine what a cock that dark would
be like.

After the first lesson, when he had modeled the sport briefs for Hamzah, he
found himself uncontrollably aroused. Had he really seen Hamzah's big cock
harden in his jeans when Hamzah saw his body? He had stripped naked on the
floor where Hamzah had sat, and lay on his back, stroking his stiff cock. He
wet two fingers with saliva and explored the tight ring guarding his
pleasure hole. He moaned as the slippery digits slipped into his manhole,
imagining Hamzah's throbbing meat taking their place. He thrust his ass
higher into the air as he pounded his cock through his clenched fist, and
finger-fucked his own boypussy. Feeling his balls begin to tighten, he
rolled his ass higher so that his cock was directly over his face as he
jacked off. His ass-drilling fingers found his pleasure switch, and his legs
spasmed before his balls pumped a scalding spray of jizz from his cock. The
first spray caught him in the face. He opened his mouth hungrily, and a hot
creamy wad shot against the corner of his mouth, half disappearing inside,
and half sliding down his cheek. A half dozen weaker spasms filled his mouth
and splattered his face. As he collapsed exhausted on the floor, he wiped
the cum from his face and licked his jizzy fingers clean. Swallowing his own
salty cream, he imagined the day when Hamzah's African seed would fill his
ass.

Now the black cock of his dreams is plowing his virgin hole. With his legs
thrown over Hamzah's broad shoulders, the hot stud seems to be driving
deeper into Danny's teenhole. The friction of Hamzah's belly against Danny's
cockhead is becoming almost unbearably intense. And then Hamzah pulls his
hips back a little further than usual, so that his cut tool almost slips out
of Danny's fuckchute, and quickly slams forward, driving hard and deep.
Danny feels his head explode in fireworks as a wave of exquisite pleasure
bucks through his ass, into his balls and cock, and then races through his
body. He gasps and trembles, and then a geyser of cum explodes from his
cock, shooting between his belly and Hamzah's. The force of the first volley
is deflected off Hamzah's chest. The second hits Hamzah's chin. As Hamzah
pushes himself upward, the third stream lands on Danny's face.

Hamzah feels Danny's fuckhole contract around his cock as he comes. But he
doesn't intend to end this hot fuck so soon. He maintains his steady pace,
screwing the handsome youth's ass into the floor. He wipes Danny's hot jizz
off his chin, and then feeds it into his mouth. Hamzah shivers as the spent
slutboy licks his own cum off Hamzah's fingers. Tentatively, Hamzah touches
his tongue to the puddle of fresh creamy jizz on Danny's cheek. Emboldened
by the salty sweetness, he licks Danny's cheek clean.

He remembers now a tailor's assistant in Lagos. The assistant had been over
zealous in measuring Hamzah's inseam, stroking Hamzahâ^À^Ùs cock into a solid
black tool. Behind a curtain, with customers in the store, Hamzah had fed
his pre-cum-leaking pole down the assistant's hungry throat, fucking his
face furiously. The African fuckstud knew how to handle a piece of big ebony
meat like Hamzah's, and before long Hamzah was pumping a heavy load of cum
down his throat. Hamzah remembered that the handsome cocksucker had pulled
back so that Hamzah's seed shot into his mouth instead of directly down his
throat. Now, after tasting Danny's jism, Hamzah understands why.

Danny feels stunned after his first fuck jizzfest. A wonderful warmth
suffuses his body. But under Hamzah's uninterrupted hammering, the pleasure
centers in his ass and cock begin to respond again. His cock begins to
stiffen, and his boycunt tightens again around Hamzah's huge Nigerian
fuckrod.

Danny thinks of all the scheming he has done to make this happen. He had
solicited Hamzah's opinion of every sexy piece of sportswear his father's
factory produced (modeled of course by Danny in the flesh), but Hamzah was
like a stone. (Actually, unknown to Danny, Hamzah was rock-hard.) Until
tonight, when Danny wore nothing more provocative than a t-shirt and some
old sweat pants. He was lying on his stomach doing a problem, when he asked
Hamzah a question. Hamzah didn't reply, and Danny turned to look at him. He
was staring at Danny, and then he said quietly, "Lock the door." Danny got
up, and locked his bedroom door. When he turned around, Hamzah was pulling
off his jeans. Underneath he was wearing a pair of white bikini briefs Danny
had given him. The front were soaked dark with pre-cum, and his throbbing
black pole had sprung free, and was jutting out from his body. As Danny
stood in shocked (but ecstatic) surprise, Hamzah grabbed him, and forced him
onto the floor onto his knees. He knelt behind him, and roughly pulled
Danny's sweats down - he was naked underneath. Putting an arm around Danny's
waist and a hand on the back of his head, he forced the younger man onto his
hands and knees. Danny was both aroused and frightened by Hamzah's
unexpected assault. He felt Hamzah's finger probing the entrance to his ass,
and steeled himself to be raped by the thick Nigerian fuckstick he had seen
pop from Hamzah's jeans. Instead, Hamzah's finger was replaced by something
warm and wet and soft â^À" Ha,zahâ^À^Ùs tongue. Danny's arms and legs weakened
as he realized that this hot black stallion was tongue-fucking his virgin
ass. The sensation was indescribably electric, and he squirmed his ass
against the agile fuckhole probe. His cock was achingly hard. Through his
legs he could see Hamzah's pulsing cock leaking a stream of pre-cum onto a
puddle on the floor.

Hamzah felt more aroused then he'd ever been tongue fucking this Eurasian
ass. He had been as horny as usual when he had arrived earlier for the
lesson. Danny had been more sedately dressed than usual, but something about
those baggy sweat pants on the sexy teen reverberated with a distant sexual
memory. And then he remembered his cousin Tahir.

Once he and his brother had visited family in the countryside. The two of
them were to sleep in the same room as their cousin Tahir. Hamzah awoke one
night to find Tahir standing by the window bathed in moonlight. He was
wearing baggy thin white cotton pants, and the moonlight shone through them,
illuminating the curve of his ass and the free-swinging form of his cock and
heavy balls. Hamzah looked at his sleeping brother, and then rose to join
his cousin at the window. Tahir's full ass had aroused him, and he rubbed
against his cousin letting him feel his hard cock. Tahir did nothing, so
Hamzah untied Tahir's cotton pants, and let them fall to the ground. With
one hand he jacked Tahir's hardening meat, while with the other he slipped a
finger between his cousin's round buttocks and massaged his lovehole. Tahir
pushed back against the invading finger, so Hamzah spit-lubed his pole, and
drove it into his cousin's boycunt. The two black studs fucked hard in the
moonlight, sweat making their skin shimmer in the light. Finally, Hamzah
could feel his spunk being drawn up by the kneading of his cousin's ass
walls on his plunging fuckstick, and then his cum was blasting forward in a
pleasurable tide, filling Tahir's fuckhole. As soon as he felt the seed of
his cousin fill him, Tahir came explosively with a muffled scream, his
creamy wad trapped in Hamzah's fist. Hamzah pulled his satiated cock from
his cousin's boypussy, and caught some of the jizz that dripped from his
spunk-filled fuckchute, mixing it with Tahir's cum. He offered his jizzy
hand to Tahir, and the black fuckstud eagerly licked up the sweet, salty
mixture of the two cousins' seed. Then, an audible moan was heard from the
bed, and the fuck cousins turned. Hamzah's brother, Tahir's cousin, lay with
his legs spread, his back arched, his throbbing cock spraying ribbons of hot
jizz over his naked chest. Although he later claimed he was having a wet
dream, Hamzah doubted it. The thought of his own brother jerking off while
watching Hamzah fuck their cousin had haunted and aroused him ever since.

So when Hamzah had seen hot teenstud Danny in the baggy pants, it was more
than he could control. The slut teen had been teasing him from the start,
daring him to use his taut, beautiful body to Africanize that hot white
virgin boycunt with his throbbing slab of black meat. He used his tongue to
soften up Danny's tight ass for the huge black pole he intended to bury in
it. Then he used his cock to lube the slutboy's crack. Pre-cum was leaking
so fast it pooled at the fuckring marking the entrance to his pleasure hole.
Then, Hamzah slid inside.

Now, Danny has blown a load, and is hard again, as Hamzah's muscular body,
slick with sweat, continues the assault of Danny's teenhole. Hamzah slows,
and then slowly teeters backwards, his cock still impaling Danny's hot body.
Now, Hamzah lies on his back with Danny on top. The Eurasian teen takes the
opportunity offered, and rides the rigid organ plunged in his boycunt. As he
pistons himself on the black pole, he reaches behind, running a hand below
Hamzah's big ebony balls, to Hamzah's virgin hole. As Hamzah feels his own
boycunt probed for the first time, the spunk starts to rise in his balls,
and suddenly he is blasting wad after hot wad up this tiqht white ass, just
as he fantasized. The hot spunk pushes Danny's jizz trigger, and he sprays
his creamy load over Hamzah's smooth black chest.

Then a voice: "Danny??" Danny jumps. "Alex! Shit! I forgot to lock the
interconnecting bathroom door!"

(To be continued?)