It all started at the gate where soldiers, police and camp officials were searching corps members. I arrived around 12 noon with two female prospective corps members that I got acquainted with on the bus.. The girls and every other returning corps members were allowed to get pass the gate to point where their luggage would be searched with the terminal used for searching except me.
I sensed trouble when female soldier stopped me just before the terminal and asked me to follow her with my luggage.... She took me to one of the boots at the gate, her first question was if I smoke, I said no she asked me to open my palm which I did, she then asked me to show him my nails and I did as well. She continued and asked me to open the locks of my bag, which I did.. She carefully searched every bit of my bag, my cloth even the pockets. As if not satisfied, she then asked me why my lips is so dark..... Lol that's when I knew what she was looking for. At that point I have reached my boiling point and about loosing my cool, the expression in my face has changed, I didn't mind her uniform anymore. I have decided to keep mute to any more question that will come from her. Then a voice from a car that was driving in said something in Hausa and the female soldier saluted and replied in Hausa. I didn't turn to see who was talking to her, rather I was busy arranging my bag. Then the car drove in, shortly a light skinned average height muscular and unusually handsome soldier emerged and asked me to come with him. All story short, he facilitated my accreditation. Before he left, he took my phone and dialled his number and asked me to call him if I needed anymore help.
After arranging my things in the hostel and made my bed, I commenced with the second segment of accreditation which was the ICT REGISTRATION.
When I got there I met a multitude of corps members waiting on the queue of ten lines that seems to move once in every 2hours I joined the line and was waiting for my turn that seemed like forever. My problem was not the stagnancy of the line or the hot sun; but what the annoying soldiers were doing with we the " patient ones" on the queue.
They ordered some of us to sit on the floor , carry our files on our head, verbal abused us, asked us dance to the rhythm of different tuneless music which they had composed for us.....
As if that wasn't enough, they went as far as checking our faces to know those that were frowning or not responding to their bullying. If they noticed you were frowning, they will order you to leave the line and go to the end of it ( no matter how close you are to the ICT unit).
I was asked to go to the back countless times because I refused to "smile while suffering". When I couldn't bear the humiliation anymore, I started sorting for PLAN B which involved bribing one of the camp official to grant me easy pass into the office because that was what most people were doing; but my effort failed . That's when I remembered the last thing #prince charming told me when he dialled his number with my phone.
As i quickly brought out my phone to call him, it turned out i couldn't find his number in my call log anymore. I had changed my sim in attempt to get a stronger network without saving the number. I hated myself for that, not just because I couldn't get him to help but because I couldn't get to know his intentions. All story short, it took me two day before I could do the ICT registration.
Fast forward to 5days later when I have lost hope and forgotten about him (Prince charming), then he resurfaced again.
It was Sunday evening , I went to mami market with a new friend I made in camp whom I will refer to as Lekan. We were still scanning the market to know which restaurant to eat from that night, when suddenly, a deep angry voice called my name from one of the restaurants we had just passed. I turned to know who was calling.... Lo and behold, it was him. My long lost HELPER.
I exploded in joy when saw him but dared not show any form of emotions. I excused my friend and went to meet him. He was seated with one other soldier and three female corp members. Every one responded to my greetings except him.
" why haven't you called?" he queried. I explained the ordeal with my phone and apologized not saving his number. I also thanked him once again for the help rendered the previous day and he asked me to take seat beside him. He introduced me to the other soldier as his Igbo friend.... Etc.
After eating he paid for the food and drinks both mine and that of Lekans. I got relieved when I found out in the midst of our conversations that none those girls were with him.
When we were leaving I asked him to call his number for me so that I will save it this time, he refused and rather asked me to call mine so that he will call me instead. That's how we officially exchange contacts.
Next day, as at 10am, In my attempt to dodge SAED lectures, I fell into an AWKWARD MOMENT in the bathroom (which I will still share here in due time)... So when I came out from the bathroom, the soldiers were already chasing people out from the hostel. As I entered the hostel to dress up, one of the soldiers said he will give me two minutes to dress up and leave the hostel. I didn't respond ''YES SIR'' as we had been instructed to do whenever an instruction or order was been given.
The other soldiers noticed and picked it as an offence. They began cursing and shouting at me. I apologised and remained calm while hoping they would round up and leave so that i could stay back in the hostel; but NO, this one particular soldier was so mean that he waited for me to dress up and leave the hostel.
Trying to push my luck, i lazily began to dress up and everything escalated. The soldier told me that he would take me to he guard room because I was being too stubborn. At this point, I began to panic out of fear to the point i started shivering (i was feigning a cold). The soldiers got afraid and asking me if I was sick. They said I shouldn't have taken my bath yet since the weather was still cold. before they knew it I slumped. one of them suggested carrying me to the clinic but the hot headed one refused and said I may go to the clinic and twist the story. They concluded I'd be taken to their hostel to quench the cold first and then possibly , resolve whatever health issue. When we got to their hostel, Idris was there in regular (civilian) clothing .
He asked them something in Hausa and they responded. Giving them signal, they took me to his quarters.
I was laid on his bed and Idris told them he would take it from there. The soldiers left and he (Idris) locked the door behind them.
Determined to finish what I started, i kept on shivering even when the other soldiers had left. The weather also helped because it was quite cold (so no one will assume I was actually faking it). When idris locked the door, my mind flipped, I feared the worst (even if I would have a ruffle with him, I wouldn't want it to be without proper consent ).
I maintained my cool. He carefully undressed me leaving just the small pant I was putting on. Made for his back pack and brought a container which he poured some of its content on his palm. As he rubbed his palm together, i got turned onn.
Because my erection was creating am obvious bulge on my pants, I forced my mind to think of other things order than sex to avoid embarrassment. He came to where I was lying and started massaging the whole of my body concentrating mostly on my hands, palm, legs and ribs with the ointment which I suspected to be either olive or coconut oil.
He had great massage skills and it was so good that i forced myself not to moan.
When he was satisfied with the temperature of my palm and feet he stopped. ( By then, I had stopped shivering).
He dressed me up in his trouser and sweater because the only clothing i had (which they brought me with) was my white vest and short.
He covered me with his blanket and unlocked the door. He came sat beside me, took my hand and called my name while squeezing my hand. I answered inwardly and opened my eyes tiredly, my eyes locked with his and he asked what happened?... I closed my eyes not long I slept off.
When i eventually woke up, Idris and i ate and talked for a while. In the course of our discussion, i concluded that Idris is just being a nice fellow.. not necessarily because he fancied me. Besides, he had every opportunity to do/try whatever he wanted but he didn't; even though I had spent the whole day with him.
He asked me to pass the night in his quarters and i did.
Absolutely nothing happened.
Then came another fateful evening during movie night (a social activity which was held in a multipurpose hall any night we didn't have night programme/event).
For some reasons, Idris is not always on camp. I did ask him; but he told me he sleeps in the camp mostly on Sundays and Mondays .
It happened that he called me that evening to inform me that he was in the camp and i should come to his quarter which was unusual... Aside the day I faked being sick, we only meet at the Mammy market. So I didn't give it much of a thought.
When i told him that the soldiers wouldn't allow me to pass their stations, he asked me where I was so he could come get me from there. I told him i was in the multipurpose hall and he asked me to come wait for him at the pavilion ( so that he could locate me easily). I told Lekan where i was going to and said good bye.
Idris came to pick me up and we drove to his quarters. Once we settled, We started discussing. At a point, he asked me how many girls I "have gotten", I told him none. He asked me why and I told him that there is no need since we may end up not posted in the same local government area and moreover there was no privacy in the camp so having a girlfriend was of no use.
When he asked me how I manage the cold weather, I told him I have my sweaters and blanket... He asked if I hadn't had sex with anyone yet.... I laughed and answered
"as if its possible in this regimented environment "
Him: you can't be serious..
Me: how is it possible?
Him: well it is.... But can you if you have opportunity?
Me: I may; in a right state of mind.
Him: can you try new things on bed?
Me: (already knowing where our conversation was heading to) yea.... that is if the new thing turns me on.
Him: (laughing)... Bad boy.
He paused for a while as he Breathed heavily. I need your help with something.... And please don't say no. He continued
Me: i will not,.... I promise.
He got up from the mattress, locked the door and motioned me to stand and I did.
He hugged me so tight... I felt his solid bulge on me. At this point, I couldn't fight my hard on... So I relaxed and returned the hug. I held him so tight as well. I believed my response and my bulge he felt gave him the impression that the so called "new thing" turned me on.
Our lips met...first; in a slow and passionate rythm which led to a fiery tango. Our hands explored each others body and as if our clothes where a hindrance, we quickly took off our shirts. The warmth of chests felt so thrilling that i couldn't resist licking them as well as his firm nipples. He reciprocated immediately i had tongue served him. Having his wet tongue lick my body and suck my nipples made me moan in ecstacy.
He lifted my feet off the ground and carried against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist while we continued to explore our mouths.
After some minutes of passion, he carried me and carefully placed me on the bed.... Clothes and belts tearing off...
Within seconds, we were both naked...I grabbed his dick!
His cock was so very big. It was thick and long and slightly curved. I sucked and tried to dip throat it but it was choking me and no matter how hard i tried, my mouth could only go further few inch past the cap.
But nevertheless, i did my best by taking as much cock as the capacity of my mouth could while using my saliva and both hands to massage and stroke the rest of his long and fat veiny shaft my mouth couldn't take.
He moaned as he thrust into my hands and my mouth. After a while, he took over. He took me in his mouth and sucked me so well. He went for my balls and then my ass hole. Every part of me was exploding like a bomb.
Finally , he went to his backpack and brought the same oil he use to massage me earlier and a pack of Condom. He opened one sachet and handed it to me to wear on his elephant cock. I told him it wasn't necessary since I wont be able to receive him .
Without any argument , he wore the condom over my pole, applied the oil (coconut oil) ,on my dick and Laid face down.
Seeing his broad muscular back and firm hairy bubble butt made my head dance. I wasted no time to part his cheeks and bury my face in it. I ate his ass like it was a ripe sweet mango until i had my fill.
I tôok some of the oil, rubbed it all over his ass and then made for his hole..... Fingering him first with one finger, then two. As i tried to insert the third finger, he flinched and I stopped.
After i applied more oil to my dick and in his ass hole, i gradually began to insert my dick into his man-vagina. I rocked Back and fort slowly and patiently until i was completely buried inside him. He felt so tight and sweet.
I banged few more times and he signalled me to stop. Turning around, he laid on his back and raised his hairy muscular legs up. I aimed my 8.9 inches dick at his hole and slîd back into him. He gasped and grabbed me while moaning and begging to be fucked. I fucked his ass to the best of my ability while wanking his very big dick with both hands (which it required).
It didnt take loñg when he jolted up and crashed back on the bed several times as he started shooting his cum. His moan and the force at which he tightened his ass on my dick as his sperm shot out like rockets, took me to a shattering climax.
After we kissed and caught our breath, i dressed up and left for my hostel. Before I got to the Hall, my phone beeped to an incoming message. I checked the message and it read "THANKS BRO".
With a smile, i responded – "with all pleasure."
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I.S