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


Hamzah was at the Onikan Stadium in Lagos. Nigerian Premier League. Football 
(soccer). Julius Berger vs. Kano Pillars.

As the soccer players raced across the pitch in the tropical heat, he 
stretched in his seat and surveyed the crowd. A young man two rows in front 
across the aisle cuaght his attention. From his dress he was Yoruba, a 
southern Christian. Handsome, fit. He seemed disengaged, glancing around, 
just like Hamzah. He threw a glance over his shoulder to the crowd behind, 
and Hamzah caught it. It took strength to hold another man's gaze without 
looking away, but something in the young Yoruban's eyes captivated Hamzah, 
and stirred something between his legs. Their locked gaze lasted seconds.

The Yoruban rose from his seat, and repositioned himself near one of the 
exit arches. He looked back at Hamzah. Hamzah followed.

He stood behind the man under the arch. Hamzah pressed his groin against the 
young man's ass, unnoticed amid the crowd. "What's your name?" he whispered 
in his ear.

"Afolabi", the Yoruban said nervously, not turning his face toward Hamzah.

Hamzah's lips brushed his ear. "I'm Hamzah. I want to fuck your ass." He 
reached under the buba, the long shirt that hung to Afolabi's knees, and 
pulled his sokoto (trousers) down to mid thigh. He unzipped his own jeans, 
and pulled out his throbbing cock. He pulled Afolabi towards him, let his 
cock slip between his black asscheeks, pressed against the Yoruban's winking 
fuckpussy. He aggressively pressed forward, and Afolabi gasped as the fat 
Muslim cockhead slipped into his boycunt.

Without attracting attention, Hamzah took the next few minutes to slip his 
big cock into the hot, tight, black ass. Any concern about how he was going 
to fuck this boy's delicious ass was soon answered. Julius Berger scored, 
and Afolabi jumped up and down with the Lagos crowd, almost pulling free of 
Hamzah's swollen cock, then deeply impaling his fuckhole on the rigid 
member. As the play continued, the Yoruban fuckslut took every opportunity 
to play on Hamzah's pole.

Hamzah had never experienced an assfuck like this. His legs felt weak. He 
looked at the hot black men around him, totally oblivious to the fact he was 
nailing this young slutboy. Finally, Afolabi's cock twitched an instant 
before his boypussy locked around Hamzah's cherry buster, and Hamzah knew 
the Yoruban was coming. Streams of white hot cum erupted from Afolabi's 
uncut ebony joystick, spattering the front of his cotton buba. The orgasmic 
gasps of his young Yoruban fucktoy and the spasmic contractions of the 
boyhole around his thick black meat brought Hamzah to the edge, and he 
exploded, hot wads of fuck cream filling Afolabi's tight virgin hole.

When his body had stopped spasming, he let his satiated cock slide out of 
Afolabi's beautiful ass. Cum dripped from the Yoruban's violated boyhole, 
and streamed down the front of his buba. Hamzah stuffed his fat cock back in 
his jeans and melted into the crowd.

Hamzah played with himself as he remembered that day at the football match. 
It was half a world away, and years ago. In his new life he was never short 
of holes in which to stuff his cock, but God how he missed slamming into a 
tight black ass.

The doorbell rang, bringing Hamzah back to the present. He walked to the 
door in his tented briefs and peered through the peephole. It was a UPS 
deliverman. Black, young, in shorts. Hamzah adjusted his precum-leaking cock 
to lie flat against his upper thigh. The yellow bikini briefs barely covered 
the fat swollen black fuckstick.

He opened the door. The UPS man recoiled slightly at the sight of the 
muscular black man, then recovered. "I have a delivery", he said, offering a 
package. Hamzah took it. The man slyly looked at Hamzah's crotch and smiled. 
He pushed an electronic tablet toward Hamzah. "Signature, please." His eyes 
were on the black cock that peeked out of Hamzah's briefs. Hamzah signed on 
the tablet. He looked directly at the smirking deliveryman, meeting and 
holding his brown eyes. "I have a package for you too", Hamzah said, rubbing 
his hard cock through his yellow bikini briefs. He pulled the UPS man in and 
closed the door. "Denzel", it said on his brown shirt. He put his hand on 
Denzel's face and stroked his cheek.

Denzel dropped to his knees and started sucking Hamzah's throbbing cock 
through the fabric of his briefs. Hamzah moaned and put his hands on 
Denzel's head, pushing it to hs groin. He liked the feel of Denzel's short 
African hair in his fingers, and the young stud's lips wrapped around his 
cock.

When Hamzah couldn't stand it anymore, he pulled Denzel to his feet and 
pulled of his shirt, revealing his lean black torso. He undid his shorts, 
letting his long black dick spring out. The men embraced, their cocks 
rubbing between their taut bodies. Hamzah reached behind Denzel and spread 
his buttocks, sliding a black finger into his boypussy. Denzel gasped. 
"Where are you from?", he whispered, wriggling on Hamzah's deeply inserted 
finger.

"Nigeria", Hamzah answered, tonguing Denzel's ear and corkscrewing his 
finger in the young man's ass.

"Fuck", Denzel moaned, "Make me a real man, breed me with your African seed, 
brother".

Hamzah smiled, and brought Denzel to the couch. He lay him on his back, then 
raised his legs to expose his sweet black boycunt. He thought of Afolabi as 
brought his fat dickhead to Denzel's manhole and pushed in. Both men gasped 
with the pleasure of joining together. Hamzah looked down at Denzel's 
beautiful black body, then started to fuck.

His African cock was deep inside Denzel's black ass. He was pumping his ass 
hard, with Denzel's legs wrapped around his hips. He bent down to kiss 
Denzel, and felt the black man's throbbing cock rubbing against his stomach. 
Their lips met, amd then Hamzah's tongue was in Denzel's mouth, fighting 
against Denzel's tongue.

Denzel started to cum, his manload splashing against Hamzah's chest, as the 
two men kissed. Denzel's mancunt tightened around Hamzah's cock as Denzel's 
balls emptied their load. The rhythmic contractions against his black 
fuckpole brought Hamzah to the edge, and soon he was filling Denzel's 
fuckcunt with thick white gobs of African manseed. He kept fucking the black 
slutpussy until silver streams of jizz began flowing out the hole past his 
rigid ebony manmeat, slithering down Denzel's boycrack.

Denzel dressed and left. Hamzah realized with a start that he was late for 
Danny's graduation, the culmination of all his tutoring. He threw on some 
clothes, and left for the event.

It was already underway when he arrived. He had not even found a seat at the 
ceremony on the lawn in front of the administration building, when a young 
man caught his eye. A friend of Danny's. Matthew. Matthew winked. Hamzah 
winked back. Matthew walked toward the nearby sociology building, then 
paused in the doorway and looked back at Hamzah before disappearing inside. 
Hamzah followed.

Inside, he heard footsteps going up the stairs. He climbed up three stories, 
and saw Matthew enter an empty classroom at the end of a hall. When he 
reached the classroom, he saw Matthew at the window, looking down on the 
graduation ceremony below. His black academic robe reminded Hamzah of 
Afolabi's white cotton buba so many years ago in Lagos.

He walked up behind Matthew, and put his hand under the robe, and squeezed 
Matthew's ass. He had a nice round bubble ass, and Hamzah felt himself 
getting hard. He reached around in front of Matthew, and felt for his belt 
buckle. He undid it, and let Matthew's dress pants slide down to his knees. 
He was wearing boxers underneath, but his young cock was already erect and 
standing out of his underwear. Hamzah grasped it and the young man 
shuddered.

He next helped Matthew out of the academic robe, and then stripped off the 
rest of his clothing, leaving him naked in the classroom window. Then he 
knelt behind the boy, looking at the perfect round asscheeks. The 
anticipation had made the twink sweat. Perspiration ran from his shoulders, 
down his back, into his virgin asscrack.

Hamzah smiled. He moved closer, then licked his sweaty white balls. He 
spread his round ass cheeks and ran his tongue from his balls up his ass 
crack to his boyhole. Matthew placed his hands on his buttocks and spread 
them, allowing Hamzah's tongue to penetrate deeper into his boyhole. "O 
please sir", he begged, "don't rape me!". He squirmed and moaned in pleasure 
as Hamzah's tongue pressed against his twitching hole. As Hamzah's tongue 
pushed past his sphincter into his boycunt, Matthew repeated his entreaty: 
"Don't rape my tight hole with your big Nigerian cock!". The boy's trashtalk 
was making Hamzah harder. Matthew spread his cheeks further - his crack was 
slick from Hamzah's tongue action.

"Fuck", Hamzah exclaimed, as he fingered Matthew's winking hole, "i'm gonna 
bust your cherry and split your little white boy ass apart." Matthew's cock 
jerked in response.

He pushed Matthew's pale naked body against the plate glass window, spread 
his legs, and pushed his black fat cut cockhead against Matthew's tight 
virgin hole. If anyone had cared to look up at the window of the third floor 
classroom, they would have witnessed the exact moment that Matthew gave up 
his virginity to Hamzah, the moment that the white upper-class boy had his 
sweet cherry busted by a fat black cock, out of Africa.

Matthew's precum leaking joypole was pressed against the glass by each 
powerful thrust of Hamzah's hips, leaving a milky haze of boyjuice on the 
window. Hamzah was fucking him hard, enjoying the way the tight fuckchute 
was massaging his cock. He looked with glazed eyes at the crowd below - it 
excited him to think he was breeding, raping, this handsome white man, for 
everyone to see.

With his cock buried deep inside him, Hamzah pulled Matthew away from the 
window, and pushed him against an adjacent desk. He grabbed a clump of blond 
hair and pushed Matthew's flushed face to the desk as his big black cherry 
buster raped Matthew's white virgin boycunt. "You like being bred by a black 
man, don't you, white slutboy", he hissed in Matthew's ear, as he drove his 
thick hard cock into the boy's quivering fuckpussy. Matthew moaned. His 
spread ass spoke to his willingness to be fucked by the powerfull Nigerian, 
and his moans expressed his pleasure at feeling the black man inside him. 
Hamzah's ass fucking was stroking his cock across the desk, lubed by his 
precum, and he groaned with pleasure. Hamzah was hammering him hard now, the 
feeling of being inside the white boy was inexpressible. He fucked the tight 
white ass like a machine, his hands gripping Matthew's hips. And then the 
white boycunt was milking his black ballsack. He fired his first hot shots 
of lovejuice deep inside the kid's ass. He pulled out, and the next creamy 
blast coated the boy's hungry twinkhole. He thrust in again, the jiz lubing 
his re-entry. His body snapped as he blasted three more creamy wads up the 
twink's tight lovehole.

His body was slick with sweat, and he panted, as he let his spent manmeat 
slide out of the white boycunt. Matthew was hard, aroused by having his 
cherry busted by the muscled black man. His cock was leaking a stream of 
precum. Hamzah turned him around, dropped to his knees, and let Matthew fuck 
his face with his hungry cock while he fingered the boy's cumsloppy hole. 
his finger slipping deep into the boypussy lubed by his jizz. His nose was 
in the kid's pubes, as Matthew drove his engorged manmeat into Hamzah's 
face. And then Matthew was coming. His fuckpussy, streaming Hamzah's creamy 
load, locked around the African's finger. His body spasmed as his tight 
balls pumped his young load into Hamzah's mouth, until boycream was spilling 
past Hamzah's lips and running down his chin.

The two men stood, embraced, and kissed, Matthew tasting his own cum on 
Hamzah's tongue. "Congratulations," Hamzah said. Matthew didn't know whether 
he referred to his graduation or his deflowering.

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