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?)