Original Ongoing Series

Even so, the doctor was sure that whatever their relationship, it wasn’t the cause of Brian’s condition – just perhaps a trigger for his underlying problems to begin to surface. The doctor’s suspicions about Brian’s father turned out to be at least partially true. After their interview, he’d done some research and found old files on the father that indicated he’d had been treated for some mental illness in the past. Schizophrenia specifically. Still, it didn’t explain all the inconsistencies between what he’d told the doctor, and what Brian had said. The truth was uglier than either Felix or the doctor had thought. It turns out that Brian’s father hadn’t made up ‘Brother’ after all. While it was true that Bismarck had some delusions about his past, Brother was not one of them; he was real. Long before Brian had come along, Brother and Bismarck had been sex mates, at least until Bismarck had grown older and Brother began to lose interest in him. Bismarck was not only afraid he would lose the love and affection he felt from Brother, but that he’d lose the financial support as well. When Brian was born, and as he grew older, ‘Brother’s attention increasingly shifted from Bismarck to his young son. Some of Brian’s earliest memories involved being taken to Brother’s house or to his room where he would sleep naked with the older man, only for his father to later beat him for being kojobesia when in fact, Bismarck was jealous of the attention Brian was getting from the man he loved. There were times too when Bismarck and Brother would both share a room, or bathe together, and Brother would insist on bringing Brian to join them. Most of the time when this happened, Brian’s father would find a way to leave Brian alone with Brother, only to return later, never asking questions about what happened when he was gone. Most of these things were buried deep within Brian’s confused memories, and in the schizophrenic mind of his father Bismarck, so it had taken a while to piece it all together. When Felix and the doctor had finally done so, the picture was a complete horror. Brian had been groomed and abused most of his life by the man he loved more than anyone else in the world – his own father, who later punished him for being and doing what he had made him to be and to do. It was no wonder then that Brian had become addicted to Felix, who represented everything that he longed for: love and acceptance, coupled with sexual aggression and humiliation. What for Felix was a mere kink was for Brian deeply triggering. Even the arrogance and pride he displayed with the sugar daddies who paid him for sex was merely the other side of his craving for humiliation and pain. For Brian, love meant both. And for Felix it presented a big problem. It was this problem Felix contemplated as he sat in his large chair with his feet propped up, watching the handsome young man sleeping on the sofa. Felix yawned and scratched his belly. He was considerable slimmer now than he had been before he fell sick and he needed much more rest than before. He leaned his head back on the chair and closed his eyes briefly, before jerking them awake and getting up from his chair. He went to his bedroom where he dug about in a drawer and pulled out a rosary, and kneeled by his bedside and began to pray.

Brian stretched out on the sofa, legs crossed at the ankles, and arms raised above his head, sound asleep. He was bare-chested; his hairy, muscular chest rose and fell gently and he snored quietly. He wore only a pair of pink and blue patterned shorts, exposing his equally hairy and muscular legs. Felix’s house was much more comfortable than the hospital, and he felt contented and happy – a state reflected in the slight smile that played across his handsome face as he slept. It had been a couple of weeks since he had been discharged, and he’d been staying at Felix’s place since then; he had no other place to go, and the house was bigger than the apartment where Felix usually stayed. The medication he took kept him emotionally and mentally stable, but had the side effect of making him sleepy, so he spent large parts of the day napping, that is, when he wasn’t helping Felix. Felix needed the help. Although it had been a while since his heart attack and he was, at least medically speaking, fully recovered, he wasn’t as vigorous as before. He was still quite weak in fact and Sandra’s departure back to the UK had worried him as great deal, and he’d had another incident that sent him back to the hospital. His long-time house help too could no longer work for him; her own mother was sick, and she’d returned to the Western region to take care of her. It was convenient then for Brian to move in and take care of Felix, even while Felix took care of Brian. Free room and board for the young, soon to be graduate, was more than enough compensation for him. Plans for him to travel outside had been put on hold since his mental breakdown. Brian was, of course, deliriously happy at this arrangement. He could have his Master, Daddy Felix, all to himself. Every morning, he woke up early to go for jogging, then return in time to prepare Felix’s breakfast, clean the house, and lay out his clothes. After Felix’s breakfast and cleaning the bowls, Brian would go to the gym or go to play football while Felix worked from home, that is unless Felix sent him for errands. Felix too was happy, or at least he wasn’t unhappy. He felt guilty at the condition Brian found himself in, even though the psychologist had assured him severally that Brian’s condition had nothing to do with Felix. Of course, the psychologist didn’t know the full details of their relationship, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew there was more between them than the mentor-mentee relationship they’d suggested. The fact that Brian continuously slipped into calling Felix ‘Master’, and the extreme deference and attachment he showed towards him made that clear enough.

Season 7: Episode 9 Unravelled

“That’s fine Gabby. Its fine.” “Sorry if I offended you.” Mark sighed and answered in an irritated tone, “I’m not offended Gabby. Not at all. But I didn’t meet you for a proposal. I just wanted to check on you, that’s all.” “Oh, Mark that is thoughtful of you. It means so much to me. Thank you.” “I feel a little hungry after all. Do you want something?” Mark asked. Gabby nodded. They ordered their food and changed the subject away from the sensitive matter of their relationship. The food was good, and they were actually quite hungry, despite what they’d said earlier. Eating was a nice distraction from the evident sexual tension that Gabby, at least, felt between them. Mark felt no such tension. Though he cared for Gabby, the intense love he’d felt for him before had faded as they talked. Gabby was a troubled broken soul, who seemed hell-bent on sabotaging himself. Mark had gone through enough of that with his ex and even though he had loved Gabby, he felt only pity for him now, and pity wasn’t enough to renew their relationship, as Mark had secretly hoped to do. As they said their goodbyes in the car park and promised to see each other again, Mark doubted if it was true. “Poor boy,” he thought to himself as he sparked the car and drove away.

“So what’s up?” Gabby asked, flashing his eyes at Mark. “What do you mean, ‘what’s up’? I was in town and I wanted to see how you’re doing, That’s all.” “Oh, I see.” Mark looked at Gabby curiously. “Oh, you thought...” “I mean, no... well, I mean, I dunno. I guess, I mean... I don’t know what I thought.” “Don’t you have someone?” Mark asked, sipping his tea again. Gabby shook his head. “Not really.” Mark looked at hum and raised his eyebrow. “Not really? Meaning what exactly?” “Nothing.” “Gabby...” Gabby sighed. He didn’t want to talk about Wallace. He stared into the distance before answering Mark. “Its complicated.” “I’m sure it is. It always it. And does he know you’re here meeting me?” “Would he care if he did know?” “I’m sure he would. Why are you saying that?” “Oh, nothing. I mean, he’s fine just that things are complicated like I said.” “Things are complicated, and you are here asking me ‘what’s up’. Gabby, are you serious?” “Oh, Mark, its not like that.” “Then how is it like, Gabby? Tell me.” “I’m just saying, its not like that.” He sighed again and stared out of the window before continuing. “Okay, yes I’m with someone, but I don’t know where its going.” “Is he a good guy?” Gabby pressed his lips together and stared at the table then took a sip of tea. “This tea is getting cold.” “Gabby!” “Ok, yeah, he’s okay. I mean, he’s a good guy I can’t say anything against him just that...” “Just that what?” Gabby was again silent. He didn’t know what to saw or how to respond to Mark’s questions. ‘Just be honest’ the voice of his conscience spoke to him. “He’s okay, but I don’t think....” Mark interrupted him. “you think that you cannot be satisfied with him alone. Gabby I know you. I know that’s the issue.” “No, its not Mark I swear,” Gabby spoke passionately but Mark seemed not to hear or perhaps not to care.

“Are you okay? You comfortable?” Gabby nodded as he stirred his tea, then placed the spoon gently down beside the cup. “I’m okay, yeah. Its not too bad.” He picked the cup and began to sip the hot tea cautiously, looking over the brim of the cup at Mark. Mark nodded in response as he leaned back in his chair. “So...” he sighed. “So...” Gabby replied, placing the cup down carefully. “The tea is nice,” he added. “Yeah, they have really good tea here. So, how long has it been? I mean, when did you find out and what are the doctors saying?” “Not too long. The doctor said I should be fine, but there might be complications. Of course they always say that.” “Yeah, that’s true.” “I’m surprised though, to hear from you.” “Yeah, I know I know. I guess I should say I’m sorry about that.” “You blocked me!” “Yeah, I did...” “But why did you do that? I don’t understand.” Gabby leaned forward and spoke in a low tone; he didn’t want anyone to overhear the conversation. Gabby had been surprised when he received the call; Mark was the last person he had expected to hear from, and the call was from a number Gabby didn’t know. But Mark had called, and they’d talked. He had travelled out of the country for some time, and now he was back. And now, they were drinking tea and talking more. “I had to... I mean. Gabby, you don’t understand.” “Of course I don’t. How could I unless you explain it to me.” Gabby spoke in an exasperated tone, raising his voice slightly. “Gabby... ah! Keep your voice down. People are looking at us.” Gabby looked around at the other people in the coffee shop. “Gabby, you know I didn’t want to but...” “But what Mark? What?” “I just... I just couldn’t handle it.” “You mean my condition? I understand. I get it. I mean why would you...” “No, Gabby not that, and you know its not that.” “Then what?” “Gabby its you I couldn’t handle. Its you. I wasn’t enough for you. I wasn’t .” “Its not true, Mark. Its not true.” “Gabby it is true. I loved you but... it just got to be too much. I wasn’t enough for you and that’s okay. I had to accept that that is you and... I had to move on. That’s why I accepted the posting. I just couldn’t bear it.” “But, Mark, it wasn’t fair,” Gabby shook his head. “It wasn’t fair. You say you couldn’t bear it? I couldn’t bear it. I needed you and you left me, without a word. All this time I didn’t even know where you was and you call from nowhere saying you are back from out of the country. Mark, its not fair. I needed you! I still need you.” “Gabby, don’t... don’t make it something that its not. It just didn’t work out okay.” “No, no its not okay. No.” “It has to be.” They fell silent and Gabby stared out of the window. Mark picked his cup and sipped his tea. The awkwardness of the moment hung over them. “You think I didn’t miss you Gabby,” Mark said putting his cup down. Gabby stared away; he didn’t want to look Mark in the face for fear that he would start to cry. “You think it was easy for me to leave you. I loved you... I still love you, its just that...” “Its just what Mark? Its just what? You know what? Nevermind. It is well.” Gabby stared out the window and began to shake his foot. The waitress came by. “Would you like anything else?” “Thank you, we’re fine,” Mark answered for both of them. The young lady nodded and smiled then sauntered away from the table as Mark watched her swaying hips. “See you,” Gabby commented, flashing his eyes at Mark. “What? I’m gay, not blind,” he replied, prompting a small laugh from Gabby. “I missed you though,” Gabby said, quietly relenting. “I miss you too.”

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“Wallace?” “Yeah?” “I am thinking about something, but I don’t know if I should bring it up.” “What’s it about?” Bali was quiet; he didn’t know how or even if he should raise the issue that had been on his mind. He didn’t want to spoil things between Wallace and himself. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it,” he said finally. “No, no, what is it? You go ahead.” Bali hesitated then took a deep breath. “I got an admission at school.” “Oh congratulations! That’s good. Where?” “Oh, I mean I didn’t get an admission at where I wanted. I had wanted to go to Legon and do computers, but I didn’t get tuition for there. My marks is not good, so my uncle said there is a school there... IP something, and he said they do computer and things and I can stay with him but hmmmm.” At this, Bali became silent, then nervous. “Never mind, its okay,” he said, trying to wave the issue off. “You need a place to stay, or you need the money for school,” Wallace asked, ignoring Bali’s protests. “Oh, please no, no, no, not that. Please, don’t worry about it, is okay, is okay.” Bali felt embarrassed and ashamed now. He had spoiled the moment or felt like he had. “James,” Wallace called him by his given name. “Its okay, why are you doing that?” “Nothing. I’m just...” he hesitated then continued. “What do you think? Is it something good I should do? The school I mean? I don’t know about the school and my uncle too is someway.” Wallace smiled to himself in the dark. He didn’t know really how to respond, but a feeling of deep affection for Bali washed over him. “Well, I don’t know,” he said finally, pulling Bali closer to him. He gave him a kiss, then pulled back to look at him. Bali had a youthful innocence about him that was very sexy to Wallace. He kissed him again and Bali kissed back. Finally, they broke the kiss and Bali laid his head on Wallace’s chest. “Am sorry though. I’m not trying to put my problem on you, its just...” “Its just what?” Wallace asked after some moments of silence from Bali. “It just that... you all I have. You the only one I look up to. You know my family case dier. Nobody has go to school. Am the only one who even go SHS. Now my junior sisto she preg by some guy. I don’t want this same, same things, except I like the sea.” Wallace nodded in the dark. He knew that Bali’s home life wasn’t good, and Bali was a good kid. “Besides,” Bali continued, this time a little more quietly, “I miss you when you not here. I don’t have anybody. I... I love you.” Bali regretted his words almost immediately he said them; he hadn’t intended to say, nor did he even realise that is how he felt. He started to apologise when Wallace replied. “I love you too.” Wallace was surprised by Bali’s statement, but even more surprised by his response. Bali hadn’t asked him, but Wallace had replied anyway. And in the flash of a moment, he realised that it was true. He did love Bali, but had not realised it until Bali mentioned it. Wallace pulled Bali closer to him and gave him another kiss. “Don’t worry. I’m not upset if you are worried. I’m glad you’re hoping to build your life. I’m proud of you and let’s see what we can do.” Bali smiled and snuggled against Wallace. The sounds of the sea crashing against the shore lulled them both to sleep.

“No, he can’t. I mean, yeah. He is still not too well,” Wallace answered. Wallace hadn’t told Bali the full details, only that the guy was sick and so they weren’t having sex. That was the reason he’d come to the resort. Wallace had a high sex drive and he and Gabby hadn’t had sex for a while. It was totally off limits per the doctor’s orders. Not only was it physically off-limits, but Gabby had also been something of an emotionally wreck since the incident had occurred, making him moody and irritable, but mostly depressed. Though his father now knew about him, and had, in his own way somewhat accepted that his son was gay, Gabby’s mother still didn’t know. And they still hadn’t returned to the UK, even though they should have done months before. Gabby didn’t want to return home under those circumstances, so he’d been living with Wallace. Wallace didn’t mind at first. He was in love with Gabby, and like Gabby, he had a high sex-drive. So, before everything had happened, things had been going well. They had sex often – almost every day – and all over the house. Their horniness had led them to try sex again because neither Gabby nor Wallace were satisfied with the handjobs and blowjobs they had been giving each other. Wallace had been reluctant, given what the doctors had said, but Gabby was insistent. He had even initiated it. Things had started well, and the romance was passionate and intense as it usually is when two people are really into one another. They had licked and sucked one another, rubbed their bodies together using baby oil, and Gabby had even deep throated Wallace, which he enjoyed thoroughly. Wallace would have been okay with it, but Gabby had begged. “Please I want it. I’m okay. I checked, I’m okay. I need you. I need you to fuck me baby,” Gabby had begged over and over. It was hard for Wallace to resist. As much as he enjoyed the deep throat blow job Gabby had done, he wanted badly to fuck Gabby’s juicy fat ass. Yet he was still cautious. “Are you sure. I can just fuck your thighs,” he’d insisted, and Gabby had agreed. But once they started, with Wallace fucking Gabby’s baby oiled thighs, Gabby had reached behind him and grabbed Wallace’s dick and pushed it to his hole. Before Wallace could do anything, he was sliding inside. It felt wonderful. Gabby’s hole had tightened a bit since it had been sometime since they’d had sex, but it was still loose enough. It was warm and wet and Gabby moaned intensely. Gabby loved dick and loved being fucked. It was a pain and pleasure all mixed together and as Wallace fucked him, he felt his eyes roll back in his head enjoying the sensations. He enjoyed, that it until he felt a sharp and unfamiliar pain. “Aieeee!” he shouted and Wallace pulled back immediately. It was a disaster. Blood and faeces trickled from Gabby’s ass. It appeared puffy and swollen, and it was followed by an emergency trip to the hospital, followed by antibiotics and an appointment for a surgical consultation. The initial wounds from Gabby’s first admission to the hospital had not healed and the sex had led to additional complications. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry,” Wallace had apologized to Gabby, but he was angry underneath. It was Gabby who had insisted on sex, and Gabby who had pushed his dick into his greedy asshole. Still Wallace apologized, while Gabby whined about how unfair it all was. So, now there was no sex at all, and Gabby was depressed and mopey, partially because he was also horny, but mostly because of the feeling of guilt he carried from making Wallace fuck him. Besides which he didn’t feel well. All of this was in Wallace’s mind as he lay in bed next to Bali who, despite his age, seemed at that moment, far more mature than Gabby.

Or at least that is how it had been. At first it was simple: they were sex mates. Wallace paid, and Bali provided, and that was that. Wallace wasn’t the first (or only) guy that Bali had had sex with at the resort. He’d been doing it in one way or another since he was 15. One of his friends had put him on to it, by bringing him around to some of the ladies who would come on ‘women’s retreats’, or on holiday from Europe. They would offer to run errands for them, or give them ‘massages’ in exchange for cash, though Bali quickly discovered that the massage was usually code for something more. He didn’t mind. Like most teens, he was almost always horny and equally almost always broke. If he could satisfy both needs at one time, so much the better. However, although Bali was well-built, the ladies tended not to like his slenderer build, so he didn’t get called as often for the massages, which paid more. The ladies wanted slightly older (or older looking) more muscular guys. Not so with the men, who Bali discovered usually preferred him because of his slim macho build. And the men paid more, which is why he was even willing to do anything with them in the first place. The first time a guy touched him sexually during a massage, Bali had freaked out and left the room, only returning when the guy apologized and offered to pay double if he’d let him stroke Bali’s dick. It was weird and uncomfortable at first, but he needed the money. It wasn’t too long before things escalated from men giving the young teen hand jobs, to older men offering him blow jobs, and on and on till he was fucking or being fucked by the wealthy daddies who came to stay there - sometimes even whilst their wives where getting "massaged" by some of his mates. In the process Bali discovered that not only did the men pay more (much more), but he also enjoyed sex with them more too. And because he was one of the few guys around who were willing to do it, he could make a lot of money. Of course, like with most teenagers, the money never lasted long. That’s how things had been with Wallace – at least at first. But gradually, he and Wallace had grown into something more. Not only did he enjoy sex with Wallace more than any of the other guys, but Wallace also took interest in him beyond the sex and made sure that he had medical check-ups. Wallace was also younger than most of Bali's other clients, and far more handsome. Bali was genuinely attracted to him, and never had to fake it, or conjure up an image in his mind to get hard, like he did with some of his other clients. Wallace also sent him money even when he wasn’t around. Gradually things had become somewhat exclusive between them, even though Bali still did do things with other resort clients occasionally. Despite the age gap between them, they had become something like friends. Bali looked up to Wallace like an older brother, and Wallace felt the same about him – apart from the sex of course. And people did occasionally mistake them as such, given their similar height and build. Most of the resort staff thought he was Wallace’s younger cousin, which was a convenient cover for them both. Others suspected that there was something more, but the amount of money and time Wallace spent at the hotel convinced them to look the other way. It wasn’t their business anyway.

The ‘whoosh whoosh’ sound of the sea beating against the shore played gently in the dark background, and a cool breeze wafted into the room through the screen door. Bali rested his hands on Wallace’s chest as he kneeled over him, jerking his hips backwards and forwards, fucking himself on Wallace’s dick. He moaned at the feeling Wallace’s dick gave him; this was his favourite position because it enabled him to control the pace and prolong the stimulation he felt. “Ahhhh... mmmmm, yeah, yeah... feels nice, yessss!” the muscled, slim young fisherman moaned quietly. His own dick rubbed against Wallace’s tummy; the underside tickled by Wallace’s pubic hairs. The stimulation was intense, and he felt his balls tighten as he moved back and forth. “Ah fuck, mhmmmmmm,....ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahghhhhhhhh!” his body shuddered and shook as cum erupted from his dick and spewed across Wallace’s hair-covered six-pack abs. For 20 seconds or more it seemed his body shook in ecstasy. Wallace began thrusting upwards into Bali’s body, which had become limp. The slim young man held on tightly; he had cum – it was now Wallace’s turn. Wallace thrust upwards again and again, bucking against Bali who felt as if the cum was being forced again out of his body. Bali’s dick was still hard. His mouth hung open and drips of saliva came out as Wallace fucked him. Wallace reached up and pulled Bali towards him, embracing him without pulling his dick out, and in one swift movement, turned over on the bed. Bali’s legs were now wrapped around Wallace’s waist as Wallace began to fuck him in earnest, pistoning in and out of his ass. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...” Bali panted breathlessly as Wallace fucked him. Wallace never spoke or moaned as he fucked the young man. Bali clawed at Wallace’s back, leaving scratch marks as Wallace nibbled at his neck. Finally, with a nearly silent groan, Wallace shuddered and came, thrusting hard into Bali’s ass, one, two, then three times – filling the condom he wore with his seed. The room became silent except for the sounds of their breathing and of the sea outside. Wallace pulled out and lay beside Bali, his chest rising and falling rapidly, then gradually coming to normal. After a few moments, he sat up and pulled off the condom he wore, tied it off and pitched it towards the wastebasket; he missed. “I’ll get it later,” he said aloud, then lay back on the bed, with his fingers laced behind his head. Bali snuggled closer and lay against Wallace’s hairy chest. “Tans please.” Bali turned enough to give Wallace a small kiss on the lips then lay back against him. He could hear the ::thump thump:: of Wallace’s heart beating in his chest. “Are you okay?” Bali asked. Wallace was silent, then sighed. “Yeah, I’m okay, I guess. I’m fine actually. Why? Are you okay?” “Yeah, am fine, but you seem not to be okay. Is he still sick?” Bali spoke in a soft voice. “Who?” “Your guy. You said he was not well. Is he okay now? I can think you be worried over him, so yeah, that’s why.” “Oh, him. Yeah, he’s okay, but...” “You still can’t...?” “No, not yet” Wallace answered. It was an awkward topic, or it would have been with anyone else, but someone it didn’t seem so with Bali. Perhaps because Bali was so young, things were very simple for him. Or maybe it was the nature of their relationship – which was also simple and straightforward.

Season 7: Episode 8 Complications

“Suck me! Suck me baby!” Kofi said breathlessly. Samuel obliged him, taking Kofi’s dick in his mouth as deep as possible as Kofi moved back and forth Samuel was careful to hold Kofi in place. His dick was far to thick and long to allow him unhindered access to his throat. “Ahhh shit, Fuck!” Kofi moaned as he rocked back and forth. “Shit, am comin’, am comin’ fuck! Fuck!” Samuel continued jerking Kofi’s dick until the last moment when he pulled away, but not quite in time. The first spurts of Kofi’s hot cum hit the back of Samuel’s throat and before he could think he had swallowed it. The rest splashed across his face, into his hair and on his shoulder. Kofi shuddered and felt suddenly light-headed. “Damn.” Samuel wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then used the dipper to pour water over himself, washing away the cum that marked his face. Kofi rinsed off this dick and balls, then grabbed the towel, leaving Samuel to finish cleaning himself up.

Samuel and Kofi lay on the bed for only a few moments when Kofi suggested that they clean up. Samuel followed Kofi to the washroom where he sat on the toilet as Kofi prepared to bath. “How did you get to stay in this place,” Samuel asked. “There is only two of you and the washroom is inside. You must get money papa.” Kofi chuckled, “Oh nah, is not me. E be my paddy dat. Ein popi and mummy dey UK and he get money. He have some other guy bi who was gonna stay, buh that guy too he lef so, ebe me alone. Am a percher to be honest.” Samuel finished on the toilet and joined Kofi in the shower. For the first time, he saw all of Kofi’s body in its full glory. ‘Damn’ he though to himself as he saw Kofi’s dick swinging heavily between his legs. ‘I can’t believe I had all that in me.’ Kofi didn’t notice; he was busy washing his face and hair. His body was covered with soap from head to toe. Samuel poured water over himself and took the soap from Kofi and began to wash down as well. “Sorry, the shower not workin well,” Kofi said apologetically. “Oh, its fine please. Thanks.” Kofi continued to wash himself, then watched as Samuel bathed as well. As Samuel covered himself with soapy water, Kofi’s dick began to harden again. He held it and shook it at Samuel. “You like this?” he asked. Samuel smiled and nodded. “I never had dick like that before.” “Really?” “Yeah, I’ve not had some. It was nice.” Samuel said as he continued to wash himself. “Well, I enjoyed you too,” Kofi said as he came closer to Samuel. He hugged his body tight and poured water over both of them, the leaned down to kiss Samuel on the lips. Samuel was surprised by this; he never expected it. His surprised didn’t prevent him from kissing back and soon the two students were making out passionately in the shower. Kofi’s hard dick rubbed against Samuel’s body, causing him to moan in pleasure. Samuel began sucking Kofi’s nipples, and Kofi threw his head back enjoying the feeling. “Ahh yeah, dats nice, yeah.” He grabbed Kofi’s dick as he licked his nipple, stroking it in this hand. It was thick and his hand hardly reached around it. “Damn you’re big,” Samuel said again as he held Kofi’s hard dick in his hand, before bending over to lick the tip. “Ahhhhh, shit!” Kofi exclaimed. Samuel released his dick and glanced about the room. He saw a small stool in the corner which he grabbed and sat on it in front of Kofi’s dick, then took it in his hands and resumed licking the tip of his ever hardening dick. “Shit!” Kofi exclaimed again. He hadn’t expected his. He looked down at the top of Samuel’s head. Kofi’s dick was too thick and too long for him to deep throat, but still, he tried to suck it. He held the dick in one hand and licked up and down the underside, then took the head in his mouth and tried to take as much more as he could, stretching his jaw wide until it ached. Beneath, he played with Kofi’s heavy balls that dangled beneath him. Kofi’s breathed heavily as the fat boy gave him a blow job. Samuel pulled off of Kofi’s dick long enough to ask, “You like it daddy?” whilst looking up at him. Kofi nodded, and Samuel resumed, bobbing his head back and forth, while stroking the heavy dick with one hand and fondling Kofi’s balls with the other. He pulled Kofi’s dick from his mouth and slapped it against the side of his face. He felt freaky as he did so. He then leaned forward and began to lap at Kofi’s balls. Kofi spread his feet wider, giving Samuel access as he bathed his heavy balls with his tongue. “Mmmmmmm, mmmmm,” Kofi moaned with his eyes closed as Samuel licked his balls whilst jerking his dick with his hand. Periodically, Samuel would swallow the tip of Kofi’s dick, bobbing back and forth, wetting it with his mouth, then return to his balls. Saliva dripped down the fat boy’s chin, but he didn’t care. Kofi held Samuel’s head as he licked at him and began gently to rock back and forth as Samuel jerked his dick.

“Wait, wait... there is condom in my bag, and lube.” Samuel cried out just in time. Kofi crossed the room to dig into Samuel’s bag and removed both. He quickly tore the condom opened and slipped it on his dick; it barely fit. He then squeezed the lube directly onto Samuel’s hole. Samuel felt the cool sensation of the lube and tried to relax. Soon he would feel what he’d been fantasizing about all along. Kofi was normally shy, introverted, and gentle. When it came to sex, however, he was anything but. He positioned his condom clad dick at Samuel’s hole, and without warning, pushed inside. “Aijieeeeee! Fuck!” Samuel cried out, then stifled himself as he remembered where they were. Even though they were alone, they were still in a hostel, and someone might hear. The pain of Kofi’s thick hard dick pushing inside him was unexpected. He’d never felt a dick like this one. Samuel slapped the bed with his hand as he tried to adjust to the sensation. He felt as if his body was being torn in two from the inside. “Take it out, take it out,” he pleaded under his breath. Kofi pulled out and held Samuel’s wait. Samuel reached behind him briefly to feel his hole. “Okay, okay, “ he said, then breathed out. “Okay, I’m ready, just, just more lube okay.” Kofi squeezed more lube onto his dick and squirted some onto Samuel’s hole, then pressed his dick again against Samuel’s hole. He slipped inside. Still it was painful, though not as bad as the first time. Kofi’s dick reached deep inside Samuel’s ass, despite his fat ass. And while his length was hard enough to accommodate, he was thick as well and Samuel felt the walls of his ass expand. It hurt – there was no doubt of that. Kofi held his waist and began to pump in and out, hard and fast. His toes gripped the floor as he stood, moving his waist back and forth and slamming over and over into Samuel’s ass “Ahhhhhh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Samuel slammed his hand on the bed again and again as his body shook at the assault on his ass. He’d never been fucked like this before. Kofi’s thrusts were unrelenting, hard, deep, and fast. As he fucked him, Samuel’s breasts shook beneath him and his ass cheeks clapped. His ass felt open as it never had before; open and loose, which caused a flash of worry to cross his mind. Suddenly he felt extremely wet, and a feeling of euphoria passed over him; he had creamed on Kofi’s dick, coating it in whitish slime. “Fuuuuucck! Damn!” he moaned as his body shook. He’d never been fucked like this before and his whole fat body tingled with the sensation. Kofi reached forward and squeezed his nipples, tweaking them with his fingers. He could feel Kofi’s hot breath on his neck and ears as he slammed into him over and over. His body shook and as Kofi fucked him, small spurts of cum dribbled from his dick, followed by piss, wetting the bed sheets beneath him. “Ahhhhhh shit, fuck!” Kofi grunted and unbelievably began to fuck him even harder and faster, slamming his ass so hard that Samuel had to hold his hand against the wall to keep his head from bumping into it. “Fuck! FUCK!” Kofi moaned and grunted once more then shook as he came. Samuel could feel Kofi’s dick pulse as the thick cum coursed through it, filling the condom nearly to bursting. It seemed to take forever, but finally Kofi stopped shaking and pulled out slowly, Samuel’s ass gaped open and wet and the hole gradually winked close again. Samuel collapsed on the bed, which was wet with cum and piss beneath him as Kofi pulled the too tight condom from his dick. His dick was still hard, though not as rock hard as it had been. “Fuck that was nice,” Samuel moaned and sighed. Kofi tied the condom off and wrapped it in tissue then threw it in the bin. He came back to lay on the bed next to Samuel. Samuel shifted himself, making room on the small bed for Kofi’s lean and muscular frame. Kofi threw his arm around the fat boy and cuddled him, then gave him a kiss on his forehead.

“Yes,” he said, then unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them off, leaving himself standing only in his boxers, his dick tenting them with his erection. The sight of Samuel’s fleshy body cleared the uncertainty from Kofi’s mind. He reached out and pulled Samuel towards him, and began sucking on his fat breast whilst squeezing his ass. Samuel gasped, surprised at Kofi’s aggressiveness. Kofi didn’t care. His hands roamed downwards, pulling Samuel’s boxers down with them, and freeing his dick from their confines. Samuel shook his legs, allowing the boxers to fall at this feet, while Kofi continue to lick and suck at his boob. The nipple became hard as Kofi licked it, and Samuel moaned with pleasure. Kofi leaned back on the bed, maneuvering Samuel’s body as he did so, pulling him on top of him, but never taking his mouth from Samuel’s fat breast. Samuel was heavy, but Kofi was strong and didn’t mind Sameul’s weight. Samuel shifted his legs so that he was on all fours atop the strong, farm boy. His eyes closed in delight as Kofi’s hands ran up and down his fat frame. Samuel managed to pull Kofi from his breast long enough for him to lean forward and begin licking Kofi’s ear, one of his sensitive spots. “Mmmmmm,” Kofi moaned as Samuel licked, sucked, and bit his earlobe all the while pressing his fat body and hard dick against Kofi’s lean, muscular body. Samuel licked his way down Kofi’s body. When he reached his armpit, he didn’t hesitate to inhale deeply – the smell intoxicated him and his dick grew harder. He licked at Kofi’s armpit shamelessly, like a starving man, driven made by hunger. Kofi wasn’t used to the sensation; it tickled a bit, but also felt good. More than that, it felt erotic having someone so captivated by his mere scent, so hungry to taste his body and to inhale his fragrance. “Yeah, lick it baby, lick my pit,” he moaned, urging Samuel own. Hearing Kofi’s husky voice command him, made Samuel hornier still. He loved how Kofi’s body felt, smelled, and tasted. He couldn’t get enough. He’d never made love to anyone as good looking as Kofi. His entire body shook with the pleasure of the thought. Kofi’s hands roamed Samuel’s body, eventually making their way to his fat ass that he slapped, eliciting a sharp cry “aieee” from Samuel. “Don’t stop baby, keep licking,” Kofi said as he slapped Samuel’s ass again. “Oh yes, yess.... mmmmm...” Samuel couldn’t help himself as Kofi spanked his ass again. He then gasped, as Kofi pushed one of his fingers deep into his hole. It should have hurt, but it was already wet from the sweat and slipped inside without trouble. “Oh shit, fucccckkkk!” Samuel moaned as Kofi pressed his finger deep into Samuel’s hole. He spanked him with his other hand, then removed his finger. “Turn around,” he commanded the chubby boy. Samuel turned himself so that his ass faced Kofi’s face. Kofi held his ass cheeks apart and spat ‘pftt’ into his hole then licked his ass. “Ahhhhhhhhh,” Samuel groaned as Kofi began rimming him, jabbing his tongue in and out of his hot hole. Kofi’s dick snaked out of the bottom of his basketball shorts. Samuel leaned forward and licked the tip, pulling it up to his mouth as Kofi continued to rim him. Samuel’s hole became wetter and wetter, and it was hard for him to concentrate on Kofi’s dark dick that kept on slipping out of his mouth. It was hard too because of the pleasure Kofi’s tongue was giving him made it hard for him to concentrate. Suddenly, Kofi stopped licking him and slapped his ass hard. “Get up,” he ordered. Samuel got up and Kofi followed. “Kneel on the bed,” he commanded again. Kofi pushed his shorts down, freeing his thick black dick, which jutted out menacingly. The last time they’d been together, Samuel hadn’t seen the whole thing. He had only felt it through the shorts. And if he had seen, it isn’t likely he would have allowed Kofi to fuck him, for it was far thicker and longer than any dick he’d ever taken.

While Samuel bothered himself about what to wear, Kofi did nothing other than to straighten his bed. Otherwise, he remained as he was: bare-chested, wearing only a pair of basketball shorts with nothing underneath. He didn’t bother to bathe, and a slightly musty, but not at all unpleasant scent emanated from his body. His mind, however, was racing as he thought about what he was doing. He felt conflicted – on the one hand he really had missed Samuel and wanted to see him. And he wanted to fuck him badly. On the other hand, sat the prophecy about the calling of God on his life and his discomfort with the idea of being with another man sexually. Even though he’d done it with several different guys, and with Johnny more than a few times, he’d never quite reconciled his base sexual desires with the way he saw himself. The mental struggle would have to wait another day; when Samuel knocked at his door and Kofi opened for him, his dick took over. “Whats up, you welcome,” he said as he opened for Samuel. He could tell that Samuel had attempted to dress ‘down’ for his visit, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Even so he managed to look like a corporate executive dressing for a company outing. Kofi smiled. He loved the way Samuel looked and dressed – such a contrast to his own style. “Hey,” Samuel answered as he brushed past Kofi. He closed his eyes briefly as he took in Kofi’s scent. Something about his slightly musty, manly scent drove Samuel wild. The thought of sniffing and licking his armpits flashed through his mind, but he quickly suppressed it. Samuel sat on the chair and Kofi sat on the bed opposite, saying nothing, before Kofi remembered and offered him water, which Samuel accepted. Again, they sat quietly. Though Kofi had invited him, and Samuel had agreed to come, they hadn’t really talked about what he was coming to do. Samuel made attempt at conversation, discussing the departmental programme. This at least broke the ice, but it mainly consisted of rehashing the conversation they’d already had by text and soon enough they settled into another awkward silence. Samuel decided to break the tension. ‘Perhaps Sedem is right’, he thought. ‘I should go for what I want.’ He cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, then looked at Kofi, who was playing with his phone. “Kofi?” “Yeah?” Kofi looked up at Samuel. “So, last time why did you block me? After everything. I thought we had a vibe.” Kofi looked shy. “I dunno, I just...” he shook his head and fell silent. “Do you like me?” “Kofi, I like you too, okay. Just forget everything. Do you know why I came over here, even after you blocked me?” “Nah I dunno why you do that.” Samuel stood up and walked to him and stood between his legs. Though he was far shorter than Kofi, since he was standing, Kofi had to look up at him. He touched the side of Kofi’s face and looked into his eyes. “I came here because I like you. And because I want you to fuck the hell outta me. I’m yours if you want me. I’m not even shy to say it.” With this, Samuel stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his fat fleshy body. Kofi stared at him, his eyes widening. “Really?” Kofi asked. Samuel briefly doubted himself. What he had just done felt so slutty and thirsty. But the truth is, he wanted Kofi – badly. He nodded his head.

Kofi lay on the bed, his thick long dick snaked out of the leg of his shorts. He flexed and his dick jumped. He was horny – very horny. He pulled at his dick, then stopped. He didn’t want to masturbate. He sat up on the bed, frustrated, and looked around the room. Kwadwo had gone home for the weekend. He had invited him, but there was a departmental programme that Kofi had to attend. Besides, he wanted to be alone. Kwadwo was his closest friend, but even from him he wanted a break sometimes. Kofi grabbed his phone and began scrolling through messages, trying to distract himself and mentally willing his dick to go down. He sent a message to Samuel, whom he had unblocked some days earlier. He was, after all, one of the executives of the group and Kofi needed to get messages he would send. ‘Hey’ he typed and waited. He wasn’t sure why he had messaged him, or he didn’t want to admit it to himself in any case. ‘Hey wassup,’ the message came back. For his part, Samuel was surprised to hear from Kofi. He had tried to move on from him, and though he knew Kofi had unblocked him, he had resisted the temptation to message him again. He was determined to play ‘hard guy’ with his crush. Sedem thought it was a silly idea. “Bish if you want him go for him,” he’d said, when Samuel had informed him about being unblocked. “Life is too short, and that dick is too long for you to be playing games. All that fat ass you got; somebody should be bouncing it bish.” This had made Samuel laugh, but he’d resisted. He didn’t want to seem desperate. The truth was that he had really fallen for Kofi and was hurt when he’d blocked him. He’d resisted the urge to message him, but when the message from Kofi came through, he immediately responded. And waited. Kofi didn’t really know what to write. He wanted to see Samuel, and the truth is, he wanted to see him because he was horny, but not just that. He actually liked him and missed him. It was his horniness though that had prompted the message. But he couldn’t put that in a text and admitting it to himself made him feel bad. ‘Yeah, the programme this weekend... what time does it start? Am I supposed to be there early?’ Kofi looked at the message then hit send. The departmental programme was a good excuse, even though he already knew the answers to the questions he asked. Samuel stared at the message unhappily and sighed. He was hoping it would be something more, but it seemed like Kofi wanted to keep him at a distance. 'Fine,' he thought to himself and typed out a reply and sent it. Kofi replied, ‘ok’. A few minutes later another message came through: ‘wyd’. Samuel sat up on the bed and typed out his answer: ‘nothing’, and from there the conversation continued until finally Kofi sent a text: ‘why don’t you come over’. Samuel didn’t reply immediately, though his heart was pounding in his chest. He wanted so badly to see Kofi, and more importantly, to feel his body pressed against him again. But he didn’t want to seem cheap, or to ignore what had happened before. Still, without answering Kofi’s request, Samuel got up and began preparing. He went to bathe, but before he did he dug in his belongs to pull out the bentua that he had secreted there. ‘Can’t be too careful’ he said to himself before he went to the washroom. Fortunately, no one was around, so he was able to prepare in peace. Unfortunately, Sedem too was not around or else he would have gone to his place to prepare and seek advice on what to wear. ‘I guess this will have to do,’ he said as he looked at himself in the mirror. He frowned. He really was chubby; his dressing couldn’t hide the man boobs or the fat cheeks. He wished he were slimmer and better looking. ‘Oh, well’, he said again then messaged Kofi: ‘omw’.

Barnabas had a way of making Kofi feel at ease and relaxed, even though he was far older than him – old enough in fact to be his father. Soon he found himself talking animatedly and laughing as he shared things with Barnabas, who said little, but listened well. One hour then another went by, and Kofi didn’t notice the time. It was Barnabas who drew his attention. “Don’t you have class?” he asked, looking at the watch on his wrist. “Oh shit!” Kofi exclaimed, “I mean, sorry pastor, yeah... I don’t have to go to that class yeah, its okay.” “Well, alright I was just checking in, but I do have a meeting to go to.” “Oh yeah, I’m sorry pastor, I don’t want to keep you.” “No, Kofi its fine. Its fine. Everything you told me I will keep it, don’t worry, but I want to ask you something, if you don’t mind.” “Yes sir?” “Can I see you again, can we meet another time?” Barnabas asked the question with a smile and for the first time, Kofi noticed how handsome he was. He must have been incredibly good looking in his youth. Aside from the grey in his hair and some few smile lines, he looked remarkably young, and his eyes retained a youthful sparkle. He noticed too a hint of femininity in his mannerisms, but nothing that anyone would notice unless they paid close attention. The question Barnabas asked made Kofi blush, though he didn’t know why. “Yes, daddy we can meet if you want to meet me.” “Well, that’s nice. And its nice you called me daddy.” Kofi suddenly felt shy again. He hadn’t realized that he’d called him that. “Sorry sir.” “No, no its quite okay. I am a father after all. There is no reason to be shy, and yes, I like you too. You’re quite a fine young man.” The compliment made Kofi feel even more shy and he actually felt his dick stir with his trousers. “Thanks sir you too.” They chatted a few minutes more, then Prophet Barnabas called an Uber for Kofi to return to campus and gave him money to pay for it. Kofi felt elated for the entire journey, though he couldn’t at all remember all they had discussed.

Kofi turned the card the pastor had given him over and over in his hand before finally deciding to call. Before anyone could answer, he cut the line and decided to send a message instead, but his typing was interrupted by the return phone call. He answered: it was the prophet. “Hello?” “Yes, you called on this line.” “Uhm.. is this uhmm.. Prophet Barnabas?” “It is. How can I help you?” “Uhm.... yeah, this is Kofi. I was at a meeting the other night and ....” “Oh, yes, I remember, you Kofi. How are you?” They chatted briefly and before he knew it, Kofi had arranged to meet the prophet. Two hours later he found himself sitting opposite the slim middle-aged man at a small cafe. They exchanged pleasantries, then Kofi sat awkwardly silent. “Well, what is it you wanted to meet with me about?” “Uhmm... you said something the other time, well, maybe you won’t remember.” “I remember. Just relax okay. Is this place okay for you to talk? Do you want to go somewhere?” “Nah, yeah I mean... is fine. The place is okay.” Kofi was quite nervous and his speech was awkward and halting. The prophet looked at him with calm fatherly eyes. “Kofi,” he said, extending his hand across the table and touching Kofi’s own. Kofi pulled his hand back. “Kofi, I know why you’re here.” “Why?” “Because of what I told you about what you’re dealing with.” “What am I dealing with?” Kofi answered then immediately regretted it. “Sorry, yeah, I mean... like how did you know?” “How did I know what?” “How did you know I was, I mean...” Kofi looked around awkwardly, hoping that no one was listening. The cafe was virtually empty, but still he was nervous. “How did I know you had an issue with your sexuality?” Barnabas asked. Kofi looked down and nodded silently. “God told me. I told you that already. The same way I knew your name. God shows me these things sometimes.” “Okay.” “Yes, so you came to ask me about that?” “Yeah, I mean... how do I, I’m not saying I am or...how do I...” Kofi paused. He felt frustrated and shy. He didn’t want to speak aloud what he was feeling. “Well... I told you that I understand because I’ve dealt with the same issue.” Kofi looked up at Barnabas. “You mean...?” “Yes, I mean. I’ve been with guys before, yes that is what you are asking.” “Been with as in...” “Kofi... you know what I mean, but if you want me to say it – yes, I’ve had sex with guys before.” “I didn’t mean to, disrespect you.” Barnabas smiled. “You didn’t disrespect. I’m just telling you the truth. Kofi, relax okay. I’m not here to judge or say anything bad to you. I know what you’re going through.” Kofi nodded his head. “So, like, how do you deal with it? Do you have a wife? Wait, I’m sorry that’s personal.” Barnabas laughed gently. “Its fine Kofi. Yes I have a wife and kids. And yes, she knows about me.” “She does? How did she find out? Did she catch you?” Barnabas smiled again. “Let’s not talk about that. Let’s talk about you, okay? Tell me what’s on your mind.”