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The stunt the weird guy and his platoon members pulled off that morning was the talk of the entire camp. It was a smart thing for them to do. After frog-jumping the entire lenght of the parade ground for 2 hours. The commandant was really out to deal with them. My military friend had told me about the commandant and his harsh ways of punishing offenders.

We watched them that morning as they were ruthlessly punished, made to frog jump and roll on the floor.

I watched him walk up to the commandant to make some comments earlier. I felt he was undoing himself. But the commandant took it lightly with him for challanging him. He must have guts. But the respect I had for him tripped when I saw wangu collapse and he with another guy carried her out without minding the commandant. They just walked past him like he wasn't there. He just stared at them as they moved towards the clinic. All of a sudden, they were carrying each other out in groups of threes and fours.

It was a comic relief for us.

I was planning on calling off the wager. It wasn't interesting anymore, not with all the bended rules and un levelled playing ground. But I must do one thing first; win one of the wager before calling it off finally. After all, the weird one must have learnt his lesson. He was so sure I would pack those condoms home after camp, all 21 of them. They were barely 5 pieces remaining: we both has used a great number during our one week stay. I will need to buy more to replenish it.

I had already concluded my plans. It was swift and fool-proof. I had already concluded my arrangement with my platoon girl, Lydia. We met at the mami on sunday evening after the incidence at the joint with the weird guy and his platoon assistant. I had showered her with drinks and really gave her a good time.

Venue was my greatest challenge; but not any more. That sunday, I arranged with my military friend; he told me I could stay in his room at the military quarters, he will drive the girl in, then he will come later and pick me. There was no way I could walk in with a girl into the military quarters. With his arrangement, things will work out fine. He was sharing the small room with two other military men, all I had to do was buy drinks for them and keep them busy at the mami.

I told lydia of the plan. At first, she was scared, and after promising her that she will be ok, she agreed.

We were making final arrangement with the plan when mazi walked into that joint and joined us on the table. We had to hush up until he left. Then we concluded the plan.

In the afternoon, while I was having a rest, the weird guy entered and presented a used condom, and pictures form his phone.

I was surprised. I didn't know he was still working hard on that wager stuff. I took a long look at the pictures of the fair girl. It wasn't oge, oge was darker. Then I saw the black skirt.

I used it against him and he was dumbstruck. It was a close call. I was lucky I had something to lay my hands on. It must have pained him as he lay on his bed without speaking to me.

After their (stupid) evening parade, we converged at the mami; Lydia, my military friend and I. We ordered for drinks and drank out our heads. He made a call and soon afterwards, two other military men joined us. I ordered for their drinks as Lydia left with the my military friend.
He returned moments later and I left with him.

The room was of, beedsheet was used as its curtain. It was tiled at least, and had three small forms at each of its corner. I joined the foams together as we both lay on it. My military friend had warned me to be hasty in whatever I was doing, so I bounced on her almost immediately. We kissed each other for few minutes as we took off each others clothes. I unhooked her bra and went for the b*re*ea*st. I sucked at it as the nip*p*le*s became hard and stiff. I unbuttoned her white shorts and pulled it down. She removed her pant as I reached for my wallet and wore my condom on my rigid d*k*k. I moved her legs apart and thrust into her. She was not wet and ready, but the lubrication from the condom was enough for me. I thumped her until the wetness poured out from her p*u*u*ss*y. She threw her legs wider apart at the heat of the moment and moaned loudly. I fu*c*ke*d her as I squeezed the hard nip*l*es. The movement of her hips gave me more pleasure as she bounced it against my d*i*c*kk with each thrust. She reached for my hips and held them tightly, pushing me hardly against her cr*o*ut*ch with each bang. suddenly, she held my tightly fixed inside of her with both of her hands as she spread her legs wide above my shoulders. She moved her waist hysterically against my d*i*c*kk in many directions. She moaned out loudly on the process as she cl.m*a*xed. As she released her grip, I continued the ba*ng*s, gradually untill I ca*me.

I pulled out the condom and wrapped it with my hankie like I used to.

This was the evidence I needed. After this triumph, I will quit the wager. But not before collecting my trophy.

The weird guy has really surprised me. He looked like a gentle man, that would hardly play around with girls. I felt money was all you need to get the girls going. I never gave him a chance to f*u*ck this much with his miserly attitude and his obvious low spending joints he visits. Maybe looks works sometimes, but I was sure money was the real deal. He even f*u*c*ked an attendant in a restaurant. If not that I caught the glimpse of that black skirt, he would have made a valid claim to the wager. He astonished me with his escapades that I had to respect him.

But this, right here was the end of discussion!

I took some snaps as she lay on the bed. I lay by her side and took more shots. I called my military friend to inform him we were through and he came down to pick us. We joined them at the mami, drank some more before retiring back to the hostel.

When I got to the hostel, the weird one was not around. I took his foam and lay on it, watching through the pictures.

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I must have slept off. When I woke up at midnight, the weird guy was sleeping peacefully beside me, in another person's foam. I looked around and everybody was asleep.

There was no need to wake him up that night. I will wait till morning.

But why didn't he wake me up from sleep to request his foam?

My eyes caught the hankie lying on the window, I did not wash any of my hankie. Meanwhile, it looked a bit dirty, as there were oil stains on it.

Then it occured to me. I searched my pocket and couldn't find my hankie and the condom! I reached for the hankie hanging on the window, sniffed it and perceived my body spray.

It was mine.

I checked my phone and all the pictures were gone!

I looked at the weird guy and he was sleeping peacefully. . .

I had underestimated him. . .

Now its clear he was a frantic player. . .

I was going to show him how to play dirty. . .

Saturday night was one of the best nights I had on camp.

My photographer friend had informed me of the night club at kabba where we could club. That was more like it. I was already seeing camp as a boring place, I made up my mind that if it continued that way, I was going to present my medical papers and travel back home; at least, there was no dull moment where I'm coming from.

The information lighted me up, I was looking forward to it in a big way.

That night, we started the groove on camp. My favourite joint was the venue and we set things rolling. I invited my long legged girl stella to join us. I informed her we won't be becoming back that night, so she packed some light clothes with her.

We got high on remmy martins and ate some beef steak. I was with my military friend and the photographer as the drink flowed. I already informed my military friend of my intentions and he gave me the green light. He promised to drop us at kabba with his small golf.

Stella changed inside the golf as we set out of camp to kabba. My military friend drove us past the gate with his uniform. I was running low on cash, so he took me to a nearby atm and I made some withdrawals and bought a jean trouser from a road side boutique.

We went to the photographer's room and I changed into a jean trouser. His neighbour friend saw us and wanted to go with us, but the military man refused. I didn't bother finding out his reasons, those military men could act strange sometimes. I gave him some money and ask him to board a taxi and meet us there.
Later on, the photographer talked to his neighbour. And we left; the guy never came.

We hit the club in grand style, my military friend refused to enter the club with his uniform. I suspected it had something to do with his job ethics so we went in alone as he drove back to assaya.

The club was not too classic like I was used to, but it was alright:

As long as it sells spirit, its ookaaay.

It was filled with both locals and some classy people. The girls there dressed really hot; bump shorts, sleeveless, show back and all sorts of sexy hot dresses. Some danced alone, some with their fellow girls.

I sat with the photographer and stella in a table that had two girls seated already. I walked up to the bartender and ordered my favourite spirits and irish cream for stella. We drank and smoked as the loud sounds from the stereo pumped into the hall. It was adorned with the normal stage lights and fancy glittering lights. I ordered for more irish cream, and an extra bottle for the two girls seated with us. They looked at each other and thanked me.

I started dancing with stella. She was a lot taller than I was, the difference was too obvious as people stared at us with un-believe. I loved the reaction on their faces.
After few hours at the club with the photographer having lots to drink, we planned to go home.

I suggested to the photographer that he picks up a girl from the club. He was hesitant, maybe he didn't have the money. He agreed that it would be a great idea, that he already informed his neighbour he will use his room this night. So I looked round the club, there were lots of girls dancing, some seated alone, some with their friends. The two girls at the table we were seated were not still there. One was dancing with a new guy, while the other was still trying to finish the Baileys cream we left for her. I walked to her and told her I wanted to see her and talk with her outside.

She came along and we strolled outside. I told her my photographer friend would like to spend the night with her at his place.

"Where does he stay?", she asked.

"I don't really know the name, I am new here, but its not far".

"Are you a corper?", she asked.

"Yes", I answered and she smiled.

"I will take care of you real good, don't worry", I added. She looked at me hesitantly.
" I will like to go back to school tomorrow, so I will need money for provisions", she said.

"Alright". I said.

"I will give you 5k for your provision, just make sure you make my friend happy". I informed her.

She looked satisfied.

"Let me inform my friend", she said as she walked into the hall. Moments later, she came out and we boarded a taxi to the photographer's place.

We all got to the photoguy's room, showered and watched tv. Stella was wearing a short nightie and revelled all her curves as she lay on the bed. I could catch a glimpse of her pubic hair from the nightie.
The photographer took his girl to his neighbour's room and we were left alone.

I started kissing stella hungrily. I kissed her lips, chest, bre*a*st, sucked her nip*ple*s as she moaned and positioned herself well for me. She was naked, just the nightie that covered her top laps. I kissed and sucked her n*ip*les, then gradually stroked her pubic hairs. I rubbed the tip of her p*u*ss*y, maintaining contact with her cl*it*or*is. She moved her hips in pleasure.
She reached and started stroking my d*kk. She opened my short and I pulled them off. She kept stroking my di*kk as I fingered her with both fingers. I worked my fingers inside her in an unregular pattern, maintaining contact with the walls of her p*us*sy. Her wetness filled my hand as the walls of her p*us*sy cringed on my fingers. She drew down my boxers and brough out my hard d*kk. I watched as she stroked them in excitement. Then she knelt on the bed and directed my d*kk into her warm mouth.

She sucked on it, wrapping her tongue around the tip of my d*ik*k on the process. She teased on my balls with her fingers and it sent waves of passion over me. She moved her head up and down as the full length of my di*kk goes right into her mouth and out. I was jerking forward and backward in the rhythm of her head. She brought it out, licked it with her tongue over and over again and I jerked steadily. She used the tip of her tongue to path the tip of my d*kk, as her tongue caressed through the tiny opening of my dic*k*kk, the muscles of my d*kk jerked continues like it wanted to pour its fluid. Nothing came out as she inserted it into her mouth again and sucked.

She started sucking on my d*k*kk fastly as she increased the mouth-action. I moved my hips deeper at each blow. The build up continued until I let out a loud moan and held her tight. She knew I was about to c.o.me as she removed the di*kk from her mouth and stroked it with her hands steadily. The flow poured all over the bed sheet and her thighs. I used the pillow case to clean them up.

I lay on the bed as she stroke my chest and teased my n*ip*le. Moments later, I felt the pressure build up as my d*kk started to harden again for action. I moved and got my wallet, wore the condom and position myself as I leaned inbetween her widely spread long legs. Her p*u*ss*y was still wet as I inserted my hard d*kk into it. She adjusted herself to let me in fully. I moved my hips deep into her with each thrust. She was wriggling on the bed, moving head from side to side as she moaned out loudly. She wrapped those long legs around my waist. With each withdrawal, the legs will hit my hips and she pulls my hips inwards into her again. The legs were encouraging me to f*uc*k her harder as I increased my pace. I moved one of the legs upwards and pinned it on the wall as I bang*ed her pu*ss*y at an new open angle. She twisted her waist forth and back to receive my thrust and increased her moaning. My di*kk was being steadily wet as her com.e was pushed out wards by the muscles of her p*u*ss*y.

With one long thrust, which was met by several twist by the muscle of her p*u*ss*y as she climaxed, I ca.me.

We lay side by side and slept off.

An hour later, I woke up and went outside to smoke my cigarette. I was hearing a loud snoring from the next room. The snoring was soo loud that it could wake an entire village.

It was the photographer.

I walked to the door and with a little push, it was open and I let myself in. The photographer was sprawled on the bed, his hands and legs covered all the space in the bed as the girl she came ib with lay on the rug, pressing her phone. She saw me and sat up. She was still wearing her clothes.
She walked towards me to the door and we left the room and sat at the front of the door.

"I hate that noise", she announced. I could feel her pain. No sane person can sleep under that sort of noise. We talked as I caressed her laps. She wore a mini skirt that revealed her pink pant. I started caressing her bre*a*st right outside there. I pulled them out and started sucking them as she held my head, pressing them against her chest. She told me to come inside the room. I obliged, and joined her after going into my own room to get the remaining condom I had.

I joined her in her room and continued from where I stopped outside. I pulled her miniskirt upwards, then lowered her pant as she eased them off her feet. I wore my condom, patted her p*u*ss*y as she spread her leg wide for me to enter. I moved my di*kk into her, gradually until I could enter fully. She was surprisingly tight, so tight that her p*u*ss*y muscles were constantly teasing my d*kk. I had a special feeling f*u*c*king her that with each thrust, it cringed tighter and tighter. She moaned softly at first, then increased it as I continued fu*c*king her tight p*u*s*sy. The photographer increased his snoring and it enveloped the loud moans coming from the girl.

I turned her to kneel and back me. She bent down and held the foam as I f*u**ke*d her p*u*s*sy from behind. She was shaking the foem vigorously that I felt the photographer will awake. He never did.

Her surprisingly tight p*u*ss*y was working wonders on my di*k*k as I ban*g*ed it. Drips of wetness was dropping from her p*u*s*sy as I thumped from behind. I patted her hip with both hands and f*u*c*kke*d hardly until we both c.ame.

We lay on the floor for some minutes. This was the sweetest p*u*ss*y I've f*u*c*ke*d for a long time now. Her p*u*s*s*y was so tight, yet so wet.

"You are very delicious", I told her.

"You too", she said.

"Let me have your number", I said and she gave me her number.

"Hope you will be available when next I call you", I asked.

"It depends where I am and if you can give me transportation and provision money".

"That is not a problem", I said smiling at me. She bent over and kissed me lips.

"You are very strong", she commented.

"And you are very sweet". I said.

I went into the other room, counted some money and brought to her.

"This is for your provision", I said as I gave her 5k "and this is for your transportation", I said and gave her another 2k.
She was very thankful and looked somehow surprised. I left her and retired to my room, where stella was sleeping peacefully.

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I returned to the camp on sunday with stella and headed to hostel A. The photographer didn't go with us. He claimed he really over-fu*c*kk*ed the girl last night and needed sleep. I smiled to myself and told him no problem.

The weird guy was not around when I entered. He must have gone to church because his faded and worn out jean was not hanging on the wall where he normally hanged it.

I rested my head a little and slept off.

It was midday when I woke up. The weird guy want back. I wanted to hang out with him this sunday, at least give his broke a*r*se a threat. He always looked confused when I spend the money on mami. I went to the game house and played some games.

Later that sunday, he returned and we exchanged numbers. He said he had a girl waiting for him close to the hostel and I was curious to see who she was.
I had already lost interest on the wager. It was cutting deep into my modus operandi. But the last stunt he pulled on me still pained me. I was still looking for a way to get back at him.

We got there and he introduced me to the girl he called wangu. She was quite pretty. He ordered can beer and they talked as they drank. I was didn't want to stay there, neither did I want to go to the mami alone. So I stayed back.

A military man walked in and moved to our table like her was a hunter and just saw a bush rat. His gaze was concentrated on the girl. It was obvious there was something going on between them. They created a scene at the joint as they screamed at each other in a language I didn't understand.

It was a tense moment. Some two military men came in to buy something and the noise got their attention. One of them was a top short in the military. My friend had told me about him before. On sighting his senior colleagues, he left.

The other two military men where keen on finding out what happened. They proceeded to the counter and I overheard them ask the shop man what happened. I informed the weird guy and his friend that it was best we leave the shop. The two military men may approach us to find out what happened, and we might be entangled in an in-war between the camp military men.

We left the place and he went towards the hostel with the girl.

I called my military friend to meet me in mami. I had something urgent I wanted to discourse with him. It had to do with the weird one.

He came and we made some critical analyses. The weird guy joined us later and we had to pause. He later left, feeling tipsy or sleepy and we continued our plan.

It was a perfect plan. . .and it was going to work out perfectly. . .

I and the weird guy left the hostel to the parade ground that day for opening ceremony. He left and told me he will join me later at the parade ground.
I was aware he was the platoon leader, so I guessed he must have gone to his platoon officer's office to fill some form.

I stayed at the parade ground, while we were gathered waiting for the governor to declare the camp open.

I didn't know why a camp was going to be declared open after running for four days, and I tidying a whole lot of times already.

The weird guy had surprised me yesterday when he came back with two used condoms. I had to change the rules so as to avoid a defeat. The way he and that girl was going, if I allow that rule to stand without amendment, they both were going to win the wager. They might even start breeding kids in camp like rabbits!

Come to think of it, I acted right. It was the best thing to do. A warrior is one who has fought and won many battles, not one who defeats the same enemy over and over again.

But the amended rule was going to affect me too. Now tidying stella was not going to count anymore. I loved tidying her, she was tall and well built, a physical attribute I never had. So tidying her gave me a feeling of fulfilment; it made me feel great. Seeing those tall legs of her curled around my small body made me feel like a sailor controlling a big ship. Now I have to catch other girls on camp. It wasn't going to be hard for me; I've never had a hard time getting girls. I always get turned down a lot; but if and only if the girl didn't have the chance to spend five minutes with me. My policy was simple;

give me five minutes of your time and you will spend the night in my bed.

After the long wait, I went to the back of the parade ground to sit. I normally avoid stressful activities, I grew up avoiding them, so it became a part of me. I didn't want anyone in camp to know of my medical records. I was in camp with some medical papers, at the insistence of my mum and old man. I had the intention of telling the weird one, I almost did yesterday's morning when he saw the papers. But I changed my mind.

I will tell him, later, not now.

I moved towards the back, where they sold local drinks, hot, dry gin and cigarettes. A girl was seated at the sit that was constructed with bamboo. I sat with her as I smoked my menthol cigarettes and sipped from my sachet squadron. I asked if my smoke was disturbing her but she said no, that she didn't mind. She even added that her dad smokes, likewise her brothers.

"Do you", I asked, trying to joke. She looked at me for some seconds, like she wasn't sure if to answer or ignore it. Then she nodded.

I didn't look surprised, she said she hasn't smoked since she came to camp, as she was trying to turn a new leaf.

I knew why she hadn't smoked, she may not have had the opportunity.

She requested for a sachet squadron and I gave her one. We talked about camp and how she was coping. The way she sips the squadron made it clear she was a natural. It was in her.

We talked until the governor, or, like I was told later, his deputy came, did his thing and left. We didn't border standing from there. When the parade was over, I and my new catch headed straight to the mammi. I asked her to come with me,
"Let's step up from sachet squadron to something better". She smiled as we moved to the mammi.

I ordered remi martins as we got to the joint. The look on her face said it all.

I told you, just five minutes!

Or more.

She was a heavy drinker. We drank and ate roasted fish. The music was blazing and soon, she stood up to dance. I watched as she danced enticingly, coming close to me at intervals to dance on my laps, like she was giving me a lap dance.
Her dancing changed the atmosphere inside the joint. One or two more corpers joined her to dance, and not before long, it was a dancing galore!

I joined her to dance, everyone was dancing, some military men, alongside my military friend came in and sat, watching and smiling at us. I ordered bear for them and they thanked me with a wave of hand. We kept dancing until I saw my corner mate sitting at the adjourning restaurant.

He was seated with a girl, who had a wonderful shape, but a vampire-like face. Maybe it was the drink, or the distance separating us, but her face was a kill-joy compared to those fine hips and breast I was seeing. I wouldn't mind f*u*c*kki*ing her with a picture of angelina jolie covering her face.

I kept dancing, but the weird one wasn't looking my direction. I saw the girl pay for the food they ate and I almost exclaimed!

Who on earth let's a girl pay for dinner! Couldn't he just stick to the N25 ice cream he was buying for oge?

Later, after the girl had done hot dance steps on me and my d*i*c*k was probing for action, I whispered in her ears that I've got a comfortable room outside where we can rest for the evening. She smiled and held my hands as we left; not before she asked me to buy some sticks of Benson and Hedges for her.

Now you're talking!

We left the joint and I caught the weird one staring at us. Even from afar, I could see the look of beat-down on him. The girl he was with was trying to converse with him but he kept staring at us. I gave him a signal which I was sure he was going to understand:

Prepare my 4k!!!!

He was sure going to beg for forgiveness for under-estimating me.

I left to kabba with the new girl. We boarded the same byke and I kept romancing her back right on top of the byke. I sip my hand right inside the back of her shirt, romancing her bare a*r*s*e. Once in a while, she adjust herself to give me more room to feel her a*r*s*e.

We got to my friends room, and I got the key where he promised to be keeping it for my. We got in and she asked me to on some music for her. I did and she selected a track she preferred. She danced some more minutes as I sat back and watched.

She later joined me on the bed, tired and sweating.
I removed her shirt and short. She wore a pant that hardly covered her p*u*s*sy. The thick lips of the p*u*s*s*y was showing from the corners of the pants, with the hairs there-in.
I moved for her bre*a*st immediately, unhooking the buckle at the back to set it loose. It bounced freely as she cuped them in her hands and squeezed them. Her actions was turning me on greatly. I started sucking the bre*a*st, sucked at the n*i*p*le*s like there was more remy martins inside it and I was trying to sip it. She moved her hands towards my shorts, her fingers found the bulge down my shorts and she started tugging on it. I let loose my shorts and she moved her hand to completely feel my d*i*c*k. I knelt on the bed and removed my shirt as she sat up, and I caught her staring at the bulge down my boxers.

She pulled down the boxers a bit and I saw the look on her face as she reached for it and started stroking it. It grew bigger, stronger and firmer, ready for action. I reached for my condoms and wore it as she lay back on the bed and removed her pants. She was already wet as I reached for her p*u*s*sy. I felt it up, caressed it lightly, then started rubbing her cli*t*o*ris. She moved her legs wider, encouraging me to f*u*c*k her. I moved closer to her wide spread legs, positioned my d*i*k at the opening of her p*u*s*sy and thrust deep inside her. I gradually increased the build up as I f*u*c*ke*d her p*u*s*s*y. She moaned as she clutched on her br*ea*st and squeezed them on the process. I felt her p*u*s*s*y muscles tighten up and I increased the slamming. I extended my hand and squeezed her b*r*e*a*st as like I saw her do and slammed in the more. She threw her legs wider and rested one of it on the wall. The p*u*s*sy squeezed again and she sat up a little as she tried extend her cl*i*t*or*is to make more contact with me d*i*c*k as she clim*ax*ed. The feel of her p*u*sy as it shuns and scrubs on my d*i*kk was so exciting as I came.

I pulled out of her and tied my condom. The weird guy is going to pay for this. I smiled to myself. I had signalled him that I was coming for my 4k; one more round to go.

I picked my phone and moved to video recorder. I and the girl were stark naked on the bed. I turned the phone like I wanted to make a call and carefully started the recorder. It didn't need to be a perfect video record, just some clips to show our naked bodies, and the used condom. Maybe her face if necessary.

I watched the clip, it was perfect.

Then I light my cigarette and smoked. She sat on the bed and asked for her benson. I lighted it and gave it to her. She was a natural smoker. The way the stick of cigar fitted perfectly in her hands, the way she held it, the way she drew the smoke, the way she puffed it; natural.

We smoked and talked for a while. She was still naked, and I could see some of her wetness dropping from her p*u*s*sy to the bedsheet. I really worked on her.

The sight of the wet p*u*s*sy turned me one once more. This time around, without much romance, I wore my second condom, knelt her on the bed, turned her a*r*se towards me and entered her from behind.

She moaned out loudly as I f*u*c*ked her from behind. I held her a*r*se firmly and steadily as I thrust in and out of her voraciously. She screamed and moaned loudly. She moved her hip against my d*c*kk as I f*u*c*ked her. She held hwr hands on the bed, lifted her head a little, stretched one of her legs backward as she rocked my d*i*kk with her a*r*s*e.

We f*u*c*ked over and over again till we both cam*e.

I tied the second condom, placed the both inside my hankie and rested on the bed with the girl.

After resting, we headed back to the camp.

I moved to the hostel smiling at myself for a job well done. This weird guy was going to learn a lesson or two.

I got to the hostel and he was not around.
Where was he?
Is he tidying some other girl?
Was it that iron-sponged face?

I prayed silently that he doesn't come back with a surprise. He had a way of mingling his way out of a tight corner.

Is there a way out of this particular tight corner I planned for him?

Of course yes!

He did it again, like he always do.

This time around, in a way that almost devastated me. . .

honestly, I just breezed in to drop that comment. I will let Mazi address issues here. I support his proposal that a new thread be opened and such questions addressed.

But, trust me, money is one out of the so many other factors.

Splendblex: Chief no vex abeg,do they do it cos of money or wat Even married...

Tomeseen: Its not funny at all. NYSC is as Mazi painted it if not much more ugly. How can our youth assemble three weeks for para-military excercise and the only work-out they get is actually the sexual kind. camping in all 36 states n d FCT is a MOJO exercise waiting to happen to all deployed youth. Peepz who served in Nigeria know all this shyte to be true, i saw worse and i think Mazi is downplaying the sexcapades bit. At least he and chief made arrangements for a room. 50% of them sexcapades go out in the open and bushpaths and the military personnel are not left out of the fun. Now somebody is saying Mazi is disrespecting women. I say them ladies should learn how to respect themselves first and Zip-up while they are at it. There are little cases of rape on camp for God's sake so nobody is forcing them to open their legs. I don't blame peepz that stereotype nigerian girls. "They really are cheap". Very...

Any graduate that passed thru NYSC orientation camp across the country and doesn't agree with this post above needs his head examined!!!

Its a free sex ride at our respective camps, do you know how many married women are getting their grooves on at camp? Did you know how many married women mazi f'u'c'ked at camp? Do you know many women the soldiers f'u'ckked at camp? This was a pure case of mutual consent and not a single case of molestation. It was just 3 wks, and most girls have this in mind, so no time for stuffs like red-carpet dinner, movies and so on.

As noticed, I don't make comments on this thread as ordered by mazi so as to keep things in order; but I had to say something (hope he doesn't ban me from this thread after this).

And if you think this work is 100% fiction, you are on your own.

I saw mazi and a girl sitting at a spot talking. I wondered what kind of guy keeps a girl like that at the sun instead of a cozy joint. He must be a broke a'r'se guy. I kept wondering how he manage to f,u,c,k that girl without showing much class.

They were licking a cheap ice cream; The ones you could get at 2 for N50. He was a terrible miser, even to his girls. That fine girl deserved better than she was getting.
So I moved to them to light up their day. We chatted for some minutes. It was a boring talk as he kept boring the girl with talks of movies and fashion.

What sort of guy does that!!!

I invited them to my joint at the mami. The weird guy didn't want to go at first, but I assured him I was paying and he gladly obliged.

Poverty is really a devastating disease!

We went to the mami and I ordered drinks. I saw the look of surprise on the girl's face when I ordered irish cream for her. She doesn't deserve this poor treatment the weird guy was giving her. She deserved better.

My sergeant friend entered the joint with his army friends. I met once with him at this same mami joint, and after buying him drinks, we became accomplices and he assured me that with him, I had no problems in camp. I was glad to have a military friend. My upbringing taught me that connections means a lot in life. My old man had friends in almost all the different sectors of the country: military, law court, government, cultist, pastors, doctors and so on. Anytime he needed a favour, he just makes a call and it was done.
I bought drinks for my military friends and soon, the table was filled.

I invited stella over. I had promised her earlier to take her out. The weird guy was already tipsy before we could finish a bottle of red label. I had to order soft drinks for him to make the drink lighter. It was obvious he drinks cheap bear all the time. I was ready to mess him up with drinks that day. I wanted the girl to see how shallow his man was. But the biggle was blown for the evening parade! That was his saviour.

My military friend informed me that I should leave the mami as those on duty will soon enter the mami to pursue corpers. They left and I followed suit.

I knew the weird guy was messed up with drinks. I pitied him when I left the mami. I wondered how he was going to make it to the hostel in that state.

I called the photographer and informed him I was heading to his room. He gave me the green light and I left with stella. I was excited to say the least. I was going to win my first wager this night. After the red label was done with the weird one, he will have to cough out N2,000 to pay me.

I went to the photographer's house, opened his room and ushered stella in. We descended on each other almost immediately. The drink had made her more open as we kissed and romanced each other. Within minutes, our clothes were scattered all over the floor.

She was so passionate that I wondered if it was just the drink. We kissed for a while before I pulled down her pants. I brought out a condom from my wallet and wore it on. With her legs widely apart, I entered her wet p,u,s,s,y. I ba,ng,ed her fiercely. She was wild on the bed as she moved herself forward to receive my bangs.
I b,an,ged her fiercely as she moaned out loudly. We were buried deep inside each other, whining and twisting our hips against each other. I turned her as she lay flat on the bed, protruding her buttocks towards me. I mounted her from behind and she clutched on the pillow as she was overwhelmed by pleasure. She kept pushing her hips against my thrusts. I kept b,an,ging her from behind as we both came in large thrusts.

I pulled out the condom, tied it and wrapped it with my hankie. The weird guy was going to be surprised when I show him my evidence.

We rested at the room for few hours before heading back to camp.
I got to the hostel and was suprised the weird one was not around. I was so sure that the drink got at him. I expected he would be on his bed, sleeping peacefully. I went out and played play station before returning to the hostel.
The weird guy was not yet back. I was worried! Let it not be that he had slept of at the parade ground. I carried his foam and lay on it.

Few minutes later, he returned with a look of satisfaction. He didn't look wasted as I expected. He demanded for his foam with all confidence. I wanted to demand for my 2k, but something was amiss. I had to wait to see what was exciting him before I make my demands.

He pulled out two used condoms and showed me. I didn't expect such, how could he pull this off! The picture he showed me on his phone was enough proof that he did a solid two rounds. How come I didn't anticipate such. There was no need to show my used condom. I had to amend the rules.

That was exactly what I did.

It was obvious the girl liked this poor weird guy. If I allowed the wager to stand without an amendment, I was going to loose.

"You can't be f,u.c.k,in,g the same girl all the time", I informed him.

"What do you mean!", he asked. "The deal was N2k for any used condom".

"Yes", I replied.
"But what's the aim in f,u,c,ki,ng the same girl over and over again?".
I was excited at the look of disappointment on his face. He must have thought he had won his first wager.

"For any new girl you f,u.c,k in this camp, you have your N2k. Same for me".

He looked at me angrily and requested for more condoms. I happily gave him some.

I had to step up my game, this weird guy almost got me. I have to improvise new methods of winning the wager.

I did exactly that. . .

The third day at camp was one of my worse days. I had a crisis session early that morning.
Like all sicklers, crisis can come at anytime or any day. Mine had reduced tremendously when I got to 21 years. The asthma had stopped totally, but once in few months, I would have a crisis.
I struggled through that very early morning. Everyone was asleep except me. I wanted to reach for my locker and get my relieve drugs, but I couldn't. I fell twice on my way to the locker. Sprawled on the floor, I looked for a way to wake up my corner mate, but I couldn't. I called on him few times but he was sleeping like a log of wood. Gradually, I kept breathing in air in long gasps, trying to fill my lungs with as much oxygen as possible. One of the numerous doctors my old man employed to take care of me while I was little informed me that any time I had crises, I should try as much as possible to stay in a well ventilated space and take in as much oxygen as I could. He explained to me that a short supply of oxygen to the brain leads to my regular fainting.

After few minutes, I had enough strength to get to my locker. I opened it and got my relieve drugs: a balm, an isreali mint which clears the airways and some other ointment and drugs. I took them and felt better. I stayed awake till the morning when they blew the biggle. I wasn't going to the morning parade. The weird one looked at me like a strange figure when he woke up. Maybe he didn't notice I was looking sick, maybe he didn't care.
He dressed and left for morning parade after asking if I wasn't going. I was expecting him to ask me why, I would have told him I had crisis: but he never asked. Like a real weirdo he was, he walked to the parade ground.

After the morning parade, my two friends came to my corner to see me. They were more interested in us going out. They wanted to groove on my money. They were worried I didn't show up at our usual joint and they came to know what's up with me.

I didn't border telling them of my condition. I hate telling people of it, it leads to them feeling pity for me, something I hated so much. They noticed I wasn't breathing fine but I promised them I was ok.

The weird guy came back from parade. I tried engaging him in talks, even made jokes about him trying so hard to win the wager. In his usual way, he answered me nonchalantly. He gave me a strange look when he looked down from the top bunk. I was getting used to it, so I didn't border.

I left with the other two. I bought breakfast for us all and we ate. I bought drinks for them and left. One of the doctors told me to avoid alcohol during crisis. He informed me that within 8 hours of a crisis, I should be careful of what I eat or drink. But he told me, off the record, that a menthol cigarette relieves the crises a bit. So was my love for dorchester cigarettes immeasurable.

I came back to the hostel and met my corner mate washing. I knew he was poor and broke, but never knew he was a miser too. There were laundry men around, who charge so low to wash and iron your clothes. At least, it guarantees the safety of your clothes.

I was taken aback by his new role as the platoon leader. I tried talking it down as nothing, but I knew better.
This new role was going to be a key factor in determining the winner of this wager. It was going to expose him to many girls in camp. His looks was already an advantage, something I can match and beat with my money. But this new role as a leader was just going to tilt the scale in his favor.

He asked some personal questions and I
answered them. I was excited he was really chatting with me. He was more interested when I told him my old man was a chief, and when I joked about killing my elder brothers so as to be the new osisi orji the 4th of egbema community, he laughed so hard that tears came out from his eyes.

I was glad we were making a good conversation. It wouldn't be bad if we both became best of friends in camp.

We would still keep the wager on, of course I wasn't going to let him go away with insulting me. He must pay.

Although this new development as a platoon leader was troubling, but I was going to look for a way to match it.

After all, Newton's third law of motion is very plain and concise:

"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction".

I was going to spring forth an equal reaction to match the actions. . .

And I did just that. . .

I went to the photographer's stand later on. I was determined to proof to this weird guy that looks is not everything. Maybe he felt his looks will score him more girls than my money. The truth is that money will get you twice the number of girls a broad shoulders and six-packed stomach would get you. Some of those six-packs were huger that brought them out.

Stella was already waiting for me when I got there. She was helping the photographer arrange some pictures in an envelop. She was holding the ones I snapped yesterday with my friends. We spent some time at the stand, snapped some pictures together and headed to the mami. I ordered a bottle of red-label. I loved spirits more than bear. We drank until my other friends joined us. I was close to stella as we drank. I placed my hands on her laps and squeezed them at intervals. I wanted her to know what I was after. I snapped her with my phone, and kissed her at intervals. She responded nicely to me. We posed for a snap while we kissed. I was going to use it as an evidence against the weird guy. I will love to see the look on his face when he pays the 2k. We spent some quality time before I took her to the photographer's room. I collected his keys under the foot mat like he told me and we went inside.
We started kissing almost immediately. I removed her clothes and reached for her br.e,a.st. I sucked them a bit before reaching for her trousers. I pulled them out as we continued the kiss. She asked if I had condoms and I nodded. The mention of condoms took my mind back to the weird one and his stupid questions of what I was going to do with them. He will learn his lessons in a bitter way.
I watched the expression on her face when I pulled out my hard d,I,c,.k. It was normal for all the girls I f,u,,c,k.ed to assume I would have a small d.c.k. I love the look on their face when they see the stuff I was made of. They learn thereafter that a man's d.c.k is not in anyway proportional to his height.
I wore the condoms and removed her pants. She threw her legs apart as I entered into her. I f.u..c,ke.d her voraciously, savoring every inch of her wet p.u.s.s,.y. Her groans and moans gave me some satisfaction. I held her two legs high on the air as I entered her at an angle that drove her crazy. I Zap.e,d her and listened to the moans that filled the room. I turned her and entered thru the back. The moaning increased in multiples as I f.u.c.ke,d her from behind. I watched excitedly as her buttocks bounced up and down my d.c.k. We continued until we both ca.me.

I pulled out of her and we lied side by side and slept for a while.

We returned to camp and headed straight to the mami. My friends called my and I told them where I was. They joined us as we drank and smoked and later, my friends and I headed back to the hostel.

I brought back my trophy with me, the used condom. It was an evidence that was going to break the weird guy's heart, I can't wait to see the look on his face when I show all my evidences to him.

I and my friends went back to the hostel and headed to my corner. I had earlier informed them of my bet with the weird guy. We gisted and waited for him to return. I collected his foam as a collateral to the wager he placed. I didn't think he had 2k to spare. It will be hard for him to pay up, so he was going to find somewhere else to sleep.

He came back looking tired and worn out. He requested for his foam, as usual, with a disgusted look. It didn't border me, after this night, he was going to start respecting me. I showed him the used condom and the evidences. The defeated look on his face gave me maximum satisfaction. He still couldn't believe it as he watched the pictures over and over again.

He rushed out of the hostel after then. I was so sure he was going to look for where to burrow the money and pay up. I felt pity for him. I wanted to call him back and cancel the wager, but he was already gone.

I went out to play game with my friends. We must have been there for hours before he returned. He walked up straight to me with that same weird look in his face. I requested for my money and he brought out the used condom. I would have protested like he did, but when I saw the picture of a naked girl with him beside her, I held back my protest. It was a solid evidence. He must have gotten that tag not later than yesterday. For it to show on his pictures beside a naked girl, it means the event happened here at camp.

I was astonished at this development. I knew looks could score you some chicks, but not as fast as money could. For him to pull up this act fast, even as broke as he looked, was something extraordinary.

I was excited that I had a like mind as a corner mate. The other guys I called my friends were friends because I lavished money around. Never have I been friends with someone who truly likes my company and flows at the same frequency with me.

But somehow, fate has brought the two of us together; we had the same passion for women, but with different perspectives.

This is a new and exciting challenge. I have always believed that money was the key factor for girls, but this weird guy without money was ready to proof me wrong; and I was willing to maintain my philosophy.

I wanted him to be my friend, but since he obviously doesn't like me much; this wager was going to stand and act like a binding factor for we both.

He has challenged my core believe; its either I cave in, or prove him wrong. I was going to do the latter.

Money talks, bull-sh.it works!!!

F.u.ck looks!

"Congrats", I said to him, "but I will be the only one standing when this camp ends", I smiled.

I started making plans on how to beat this weird guy.

[quote author=Mazi_Omenuko]Don't forget to include the DETAILS [/quote]Ok.

I saw Mazi that faithful first day at camp. I was at Hostel A, trying to secure a locker when he walked in with his bed and a back-pack.
Who comes to camp with a secondary school camp? I asked myself. What exactly could a back-pack contain? I watched as he dropped his bed on top of my bunk as I already occupied the lower bunk. There were other bunks with empty lower bunks, but he choose the top. That was weird, first a weird back-bag, now a weird choice of bed space. It became more weird when he choose a locker far from his corner.
Why didn't he choose a corner close to his locker? Or a locker close to his corner?
He hurried away like someone was pursuing him. His actions were so weird.
I stayed back. I had earlier started my registration. The stress was so much that I had to go back to the hostel. I wasn't cut for that kind of stress, there must be a shut cut, I will wait till things calm down a bit.

I arrived camp on tuesday to commence registration. I tried but couldn't stand the stress. It was not worth it, so I first went to snap some pictures. I snaped a whole lot of pictures with some guys I met at the picture stand. I was excited about camp. I've heard endless stories of camp life and was really looking forward to it. The photographer was surprised when he wrote a receipt of N2,600 and I paid him cash. We became friends, together with the guys I met at his stand. I took them to mami and we ate and drank. We spent hours at the mami drinking and I took care of the bill. My table was so filled with drinks that I had to invite two girls close to us to join our table. They did and gladly ordered for stout. After some minutes, one of them left and the other remained. She was enjoying the company, and the free drinks. we left the mami with the girl. She was pressing my phone as we walked back to the photographer's stand. She must really be impressed with the way I spend the cash. I didn't have good looks, but once the cash flows, I hardly get a no. I snapped more pix with her and paid.

The photographer informed us that his house was close by. He was staying beside the camp, I rented room where he lives on only during camping weeks. He had a studio at the state capital, Lokoja.
I dismissed the girl, not before I collected her contact. I noticed stella, as she said her name was, wanted to go with us. I told her I would call her later and we left.
We ventured to his rooms, my two new friends and I. We spent time playing his play station for hours. It was a comfortable room self contained room. I asked him if its possible to get such accommodation around rather than staying at the camp. He advised against it, saying that it will be difficult to be entering and leaving camp randomly when registration closes. But he assured me that I am always welcome to spend time in his room.

There is something about me, I make friends easily. I didn't have admirable features, but I knew how to spend my old man's cash. Experience had taught me that when money talks, bullshit works.
I was a sickler and asthmatic at least till I was 21. The life of one with sickle cell, coupled with asthma isn't an admirable one at young age. I reacted harshly to everything; cold, warmth, dust, low ventilation, stress and sometimes, noise. My life at young age was boring and uninteresting, everyone at school avoided me. They said I always faint at any slight provocation, so they avoided me like a plague.

My old man was a chief. A chief in egbema community of imo state means the oil companies will have you in their payroll. Egbema was one of the very few oil rich communities in imo state, and my old man had his ways. If not for his wealth and his love for his youngest wife, I wouldn't have made it till now. I was the first son of his last wife, and he named me ugorji. I was my dad's ugo as his name was orji. I heard my name caused certain controversies in the polygamous family as the others read meaning to the name my old man gave me - his 'ugo' - meaning his pride as ugo is the igbo name for eagle, the pride of all birds.
Oil companies pay homage to my old man and that's how I got spoilt with money. I grew up to learn that money solves all problems.

I returned to Hostel A with so much to drink. I didn't know why those porters at the camp gave me a tiny foam. I complained for it to be changed but they insisted that I take it. They must have considered my small stature. I felt insulted, I hated it when someone looks down on me due to my stature. I took the foam that way. The weird guy that dropped his foam on top of my bunk was not around. So I took his foam to double mine.
He woke me up later in the night in a harsh manner and requested for his foam. He was supposed to be my corner mate, but he was acting like I was a nuisance to his space. I woke up and he was staring at me strangely. He was really acting weird. I gave him his foam and tried to engage him in a conversation, but he totally ignored me like I was talking bull-shit.

The second day at camp, I went early enough to commence registration. I dropped cash here and there to get things flowing, and within an hour, I was through with what takes others a whole day to do. I went straight to a joint that sells my favorite local herbs with my friends. I developed fondness for local herbs because of the sickness I suffered during my childhood. it will take so many pages to explain, but its better imagined than experienced. My old man always has a bottle of herbs and hot drinks for me. I took it in shots every morning and evening. I developed a special love for it.

I was at that joint with my new friends when I saw the weird guy walking about like he didn't know where he was. I called his attention and he came. I wanted to be friendly to him, I offered him drinks and he declined in a harsh way. He acted like I was offering him poison. I tried making some jokes and all he did was to walk out on me and my friends. He was acting really cold to me. The way he stares at me sometimes made it obvious he had a strong distaste for me. Maybe because of my looks.

I went back to the hostel later on. I was trying to arrange my stuff when I came across the rolls of condoms I bought on my way to camp. I smiled at myself as I was arranging them. I had plans, I had a joke as a goal I made for myself. I was going to f.c.k as many p.u.s.s.I.e.s that comes my way.

The weird guy passed by and asked what I was going to do with all the condoms.
At least, he wanted to talk to me. I was excited that he wanted a conversation. Maybe he didn't hate me after all.

I told him my joke of a goal, and the reaction on his face was insulting. He laughed out loud and mocked me. It was obvious he taught I couldn't Zap a girl! That was an insult in 3-D! A felt embarrassed when he insisted I was going home with all my condoms un-used. I didn't blame him for underestimating me, I get that a lot. But adding insult to it, was a no go area.

I challenged him to make a stake and he did. I wasn't interested in his money. The cheap sneakers he wore to camp made it obvious he was not a rich corper. His secondary school back pack and the worn out jean he had worn for two consecutive days now made it obvious he might be poor and broke. So I had to up the stake to make the loss painful to him.

"Make it N2,000", I told him. I wanted to raise it to 5k, but I didn't want anyone shedding tears around me. . .

He accepted the challenge, like a naïve and myopic guy he was.

He left the hostel and I called stella to join me at the photographer's stand.

I informed the photographer of my intention to use his room and he gave me the green light.

I dressed and went towards his stand. . .

That weird guy was going to loose his money. . .in a sweet way. . .

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