Original Ongoing Series

The next few days passed uneventfully. Things continued as usual – Cole working at night and leaving by dawn – so that his colleague Mr Twum could enjoy evenings with his family. Sometimes too, Cole would stay and sleep inside the security building during the day if he had nothing else to do. This allowed him to stand in for Mr Twum when he had business to attend to during the day. Otherwise, Cole would arrive in the evening just in time to take over from Mr Twum. It was on one such evening, about three days after his tryst with Kelvin, that Cole arrived to meet Mr Twum in a bit of a hurry. “Cole, evening.” “Yes, Dad, how are you?” “Hmm, I’m in a hurry oh. Problems, plenty.” “Oh, sorry dad. I’m here, please.” “Oh, Cole, I hate to ask you this but, can you help me with something?” Mr Twum’s normally calm face was laced with worry. Cole nodded. “Of course, Dad, what is it?” Mr Twum sighed heavily. “I’m sorry to ask this, but can you cover my work tomorrow – maybe even the next day too? I have to travel to my hometown. Its an emergency situation with the family. I have to go. I’m even leaving tonight, from here straight.” Cole nodded. Mr Twum was a good man, and had been good to him. Mr Twum also knew about him and Kelvin – well, not everything, but he knew that Kelvin sometimes came and slept there in the night which was a violation of policy – and he’d never said anything about it. He’d been rather kind to Cole and to Kelvin, and treated him almost as an equal, despite being old enough to be his father. “Oh, Dad, you don’t even have to ask. I will do it. I just hope everything is fine with you.” “Thank you, thank you, yes, it is fine, or it will be fine by God’s grace. I really appreciate. Here...” Mr Twum held out his hand with a small wad of bills. “Here take this, for something to eat.” Cole shook his head, “Oh, Dad, no I can’t please I beg. Its alright. You are my fada, I have to help you. You go don’t worry.” Mr Twum smiled slightly, “You’re a good boy, Cole. Okay, I’m going, but I’ve not done the walkthrough yet, if you can do it for me.” Cole nodded in reply. “Yes, Dad no problem you go.” Cole watched as the elder man hurried out of the building and through the gate. Cole threw his things down, and checked the logbook, then checked the cameras. Almost everyone had left for the day and only a few cars were left in the car park, including Mr A____’s. Cole closed the logbook and began scrolling through his phone. “I’ll respond to these messages then do the walkthrough,” he told himself, but soon found himself scrolling through videos on Instagram, and chatting with friends online. “Shit!” Two hours had passed. It was dark, and he’d still not done the walkthrough. He quickly stood and fixed his uniform then exited the security building towards the main office block. The building itself was a converted residential building that had been made into offices, which made for a rather labyrinthine interior layout. He entered the building and went floor by floor checking the locks and making sure everything was in order. Usually, this was a task that Mr Twum undertook, so Cole wasn’t quite used to it. He began from the ground floor, instead of from the top as Mr Twum usually did. And unlike Mr Twum, whose approach to security was rather slack, Cole checked every door, including rooms that Mr Twum normally overlooked.

“Okay, cool. Nobody dey here. Go, go, go.” Kelvin slipped past him, grabbing at his dick as he slipped past. “Ei kwasia nigha! Stop!” Cole whispered. “I’ll meet you in a bit. Just wait at the bus stop.” Kelvin nodded then slipped out into the night. Cole locked the gate and glanced towards Mr A____’s car. There was still no movement. He went back to the security building. Cole yawned as he filled out paperwork, logging his activities. He slipped into the back room and straightened the bed, sprayed air freshener, and opened the small window. He put on the standing fan. It wouldn’t do for Mr Twum to arrive and find the place smelling of man-sex. Periodically he peered out into the early dawn light. He could see the back of Simon’s car; it seemed to be moving back and forth but he couldn’t be sure. He yawned again, then heard a knock at the gate. This time it was Mr Twum. “Morning chief, how far?” “I’m doing fine. Everything okay?” “Yes, sir, but if you don’t mind, I wanna wash down before I leave.” Mr Twum nodded. “Well I’m gonna get some porridge, so that’s fine.” Mr Twum dropped his things in the room then slipped back out of the gate towards the koko seller at the corner. He didn’t mind much what Cole did, especially given that he had switched shifts with him. Anyway, he was glad to see a young man like Cole working hard doing ‘decent work’ instead of getting into fraud and other things (or so he thought). Cole slipped out the bathhouse. As he was bathing, he heard the lock on the gate. He peered over the wall, wondering if Mr Twum had returned. What he saw instead was Mr A_____ accompanied by a taller, somewhat muscled very thuggish looking guy with his hair in twists. “This guy looks familiar,” he thought to himself, then looked more carefully. “Ah, yah, that’s the delivery guy, But what is he doing here?” Simon looked around nervously as he struggled with the lock on the gate. Cole watched as he finally managed to open the lock. His eyes widened as he saw (or thought he saw) the delivery man squeeze Mr A___’s ass as he slipped past him and exited.Mr A____ quickly swatted his hand away, then slipped something into his hand and looked around nervously. The driver exited and Mr A____ closed the gate and walked quickly back towards his car. Cole had watched the entire thing wide-eyed and confused. He wasn’t sure at all about what he had seen, and the angle of the bathhouse and its distance from the main gate made him even more dubious about what it was he thought he saw but... “I swear I saw him squeezing his ass man. I swear.” Cole was animated as he talked to Kelvin as they walked from the bus stop to Kelvin’s place. It had taken almost an hour for him to meet up with Kelvin and catch a ride back to their hood. They were headed to Kelvin’s family house, where he was staying for now, after having lost his other place. “Kwasia, you didn’t see anything,” Kelvin replied. “Why will he do that? Or you saying he gay?” Cole shook his head. “I’m not saying that but... I mean, I know what I saw, or what I think I saw.” “Yeah sure. Anyway, I’m hungry. You want something?” “Yeah, I do.” Cole smiled. They’d arrived home just as Kelvin’s elderly aunt had begun preparing oats.

‘Twak, twak, twak’ – the sound of Cole slapping Kelvin’s ass resounded through the small room. “Aijeee! Ei why!” Kelvin exclaimed as he pushed himself up from the bed. “Why bro?” Cole laughed. “Get up bro, its time. You gotta get outta here before the other guard come.” Kelvin sat on the side of the bed, stretched himself and yawned. “Damn, I’m sleepy,” he muttered then reached out to grab at Cole’s dick, hidden behind his ash-grey uniform. Cole jumped back. “Ei bro, stop that now, or you want some of it.” He rubbed his dick in mock seduction. “I wouldn’t mind though,” Kelvin replied. Cole moved closer to his friend who reached around him to squeeze his ass. “You ain’t go no ass at all man. Flat as a table.” “You ain’t complain last night.” “Oh, nah, its cool. I like it like that.” “Come on man, the old man will be here soon. He can’t find you here. Go bath you smell like ass.” He waved his hand in front of his face for emphasis. Cole had already rinsed off the night before, but he hadn’t really bathed due to the rain. He wanted to bathe properly, but looking at the time, thought it would be better to wait for Kelvin to finish. Kelvin slipped out into the still dark dawn to the bathhouse; Cole followed with a torchlight in his hand. In the dark, Kelvin washed himself while Cole watched, holding a torchlight to provide light for his friend. It was still quite dark, but it would soon be light enough, and the other security guard’s imminent arrival was enough incentive for them both to behave. When he arrived Cole would also leave and meet Kelvin who was to wait for him outside. Kelvin finished and dashed back to the security building to dress up. As he did, a knock was heard at the main gate. Cole went to check. “Mr Twum you are early,” Cole called out, before he even bothered to open the gate. He unlocked the smaller gate and looked out. To his surprise, it wasn’t his colleague, but Simon, that is Mr A______, standing at the door. His car was at the gate with the lights off. “Oh! Sir, sorry, I thought it was Mr Twum.” Simon was also surprised, though he tried to hide it. “Eh, you. What took you long to open the gate. I have been here knocking. (This wasn’t true of course, but Cole said nothing). Where is Edward. I thought he will be working.” “Um, Mr Twum (Cole couldn’t bring himself to call Mr Twum – a man old enough to be his father – by his first name as Simon had done), Mr Twum is not on night shift. He will be in right now. I thought you were him.” “It doesn’t matter; open the gate.” Simon’s voice was insistent. Cole briefly looked at Simon’s car. He couldn’t be sure but it seemed that someone else was inside, but Simon shifted just enough to block his view. “Open the gate,” he said again, this time more harshly. Cole stepped back and closed the small gate then went to unlock the main gate to allow his car in. He slid the heavy gate back and watched as the car entered the compound. The lights were still not on, despite how dark it was outside. Cole watched as the car pulled around to the side of the building where it was dark, but Simon remained inside. He slid the gate closed and quickly went back to the security building. “Kelvin hurry up man, that was my boss.” “Huh? I thought it was the old man.” “Nah, it was one of the bosses. This man, aswear he be some fucking guy. Probably not even catch thirty and always bossing here and there.” “He’s a boss and he walked here or what?” “Nah, he came in car.” “I didn’t hear the car horn.” Kelvin finished slipping on his shoes as he stood. Cole frowned. It occurred to him that Simon hadn’t used the horn at all. In fact the whole thing was unusual. Why should he even be there at that time. “Chaley, whatever, it ain’t my business. You gotta get outta here.” Cole opened the door and looked around carefully. From where Simon was parked, there was no way he could see Kelvin leave the security building. He motioned to Kelvin who slipped out. Cole went to the gate and opened it then looked around.

“Kelvin,” Cole said as he locked eyes with his friend. “Yeah, bro?” “Man I need you to fuck the hell outta me. Shit this the second round, make me feel. Make it last. Its been long.” Kelvin smiled. “Ashawo. I wan do you romantic and you say ‘fuck the hell outta me’. Kwasia nigga.” They both laughed at this as Kelvin began to move in and out of Cole’s wet ass. Slowly at first, then faster and harder, he banged his friend. Cole grimaced in pain; it hurt. “Ei! Bro slow. I was kidding ooo, fuck! Take your time.” “Hahahaha, I thought you said you want me to fuck the hell outta you.” “Yeah, but shit I ain’t mean that shit, fuck it hurts.” Cole placed his hand on Kelvin’s chest to slow him. “Then I go do you romantic like I said,” Kelvin replied, then leaned over and gently placed a kiss on Cole’s lips. Cole parted his lips, allowing Kelvin’s tongue inside. His kiss was sweet. He felt Kelvin pull out then gently push in again, hold his dick inside his hot ass, and moved his waist around. The sensation was incredible. Cole’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned. “Fuuuuuuck!” “You like that?” “Fuck yeah man, Fuck! Where you learn that shit?” “Hahaha, fucking my babe. She love that shit.” “Damn bro you good. The girl is enjoying paaa,” Cole responded. Kelvin kissed Cole in response and began fucking him, this time more slowly and gently, licking at his neck and nibbling his ears in the process. Cole wrapped his legs around Kelvin’s waist as Kelvin fucked him. Kelvin usually bottomed, so he knew what a bottom enjoyed and so he used every trick he knew to extend the fuck and prolong Cole’s enjoyment. They carried on like this for some time, until Cole was nearly delirious in pleasure, moaning incomprehensibly. Kelvin then decided to drive it home and began to fuck Cole in earnest, pushing in and out of his thug friend’s sloppy wet hole till he felt the cum churning in his own balls. “Shit, I’m coming, I’m coming,” he moaned. Cole grabbed his own dick and began to jerk himself as Kelvin fucked him; he wanted to come at the same time as his friend. Kelvin too pulled out and began to jerk his dick, then kissed Cole, sucking on his tongue. Finally, with a muffled cry, Kelvin came, shooting his second load all over his friend Cole, who came a few seconds later – their cum mixing in a sticky pool on Cole’s flat muscled tummy. Kelvin fell onto the bed. He was tired. “Fuck!” he said. “I’m tired. Lemme sleep small bro.” “Cool, cool, Cole replied as he sat up. I have to wash down small. You don’t want to?” “I will but, not right now.” Cole got up from the bed; Kelvin could sleep, he couldn’t. He was still technically on his work shift and needed to be somewhat attentive to things that might be happening around. Besides, he had slept most of the day and wasn’t tired. Kelvin on the other hand, was quickly dozing off. Cole grabbed a shirt and pulled on a pair of shorts. The rain had subsided enough for him to make a quick dash to the makeshift bathhouse behind the security building and at least rinse off, which he did, in the dark and rain. When he returned, Kelvin was sound asleep. Cole put on his uniform and sat in the front part of the security post and began watching videos on his phone as his friend snored quietly in the other room.

“Damn bro, you hungry like dat,” Kelvin hissed the words as Cole more aggressively sucked at his nipple and began massaging his dick to hardness. “Man its been a while. I forgot how good it feel.” “How good what feel, bro?” “How good your dick feel, shit. I ain’t took dick in a while bro, you know that.” As Cole spoke he slid downward on the small bed, still holding Kelvin’s dick in his hand. “Ah so you know how I feel when I’m taking yours huh?” “Yeah, bro I do.” Cole began to lick at Kelvin’s dick and balls, then took the dick into his mouth. Kelvin arched his back slightly, enjoying the sensation of his friend’s mouth sucking on his hard dick – a dick that had just been digging out his guts. “Fuck bro – shit! That shit feels good,” Kelvin said as he held Cole’s head on his dick. For his part Cole was silent as he licked up and down the shaft of Kelvin’s hard, fat dick, then went further to lap at his balls until they were soaking wet. Pausing briefly, Cole moved up and straddled his friend. He looked into Kelvin’s half-closed eyes lustfully, then laughed. “What’s funny?” Kelvin asked. Cole smiled as he grabbed Kelvin’s dick and guided it to his asshole, then gently pushed back. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth widely as Kelvin’s dick slid inside. He opened his eyes again and smiled at Kelvin then laughed slightly again as he began to move back and forth, fucking himself on Kelvin’s dick. “What’s funny Cole?” Kelvin asked as he put his hands on Cole’s waist. “Oh nothing bro. I’m just thinking ‘what will the boys think if they catch us like this?’ The thing funny me ooo. They way they will shock.” Kelvin laughed. “I know, right? Shit. They way we enjoy for here, hahahaha. Demma have no idea, kuraaaa. Damn, bro, Cole your shit is tight. Fuck!” Cole didn’t answer; his eyes were closed as he concentrated on moving his hips back and forth. As he rode his friend, he could control the pace and insure that Kelvin’s dick was hitting at just the right spot. His own dick was not fully hard, but he was not any less aroused. Inside his ass, he felt Kelvin’s hard dick pushing against his prostate. His hole became wet and creamy as he fucked himself on Kelvin’s pole. He leaned forward and kissed his friend. “Man, fuck dem. We just boys having fun dats all," Cole said as he pulled back from the kiss. "Shit, this shit feel good, fuck. Damn Kelvin, your dick is... fuck! Shit! This shit feel good Mmmmmmm.” Cole tweaked Kelvin’s nipples as he fucked himself, riding his friend, and periodically leaning forward to kiss his full lips. Kelvin lay back enjoying the view of his thuggish friend shamelessly riding his hard dick – his security uniform lay crumpled on the side of the bed. He held Cole’s face and looked into his eyes and began to buck his hips upwards, matching Cole’s rhythm. “Ahh, fuck, fuck, yeah baby, fuck me baby, shit!” Cole’s moans were a turn on; his voice seemed to get higher and higher as he rode Kelvin’s dick faster and faster until Kelvin’s dick slid out. Kelvin sat up and rolled him over; he was now on top. He pulled Cole back till his ass was at the edge of the small bed. Kelvin then stood, planting his wide flat feet on the ground and held Cole’s legs in the air. He looked into Cole’s eyes as he pushed his dick into him.

Cole got up and grabbed a duster which he used to wipe the sticky cum from his body, then wiped Kelvin as well. The night was still young and the rain outside had not stopped; it beat a steady rhythm on the roof of the small structure. “You enjoyed?” he asked Kelvin who still lay on the bed, naked. “Oh, yeah bro. Its been long I had this your flat ass,” he responded whilst grabbing at Cole’s slim ass. Cole laughed and slid away. “Yeah it has. I missed it though. The way you fuck I know Mavis dey enjoy pass.” Mavis was Kelvin’s long time on and off girlfriend. “Hmm, she would enjoy if she stop misbehaving,” Kelvin replied, stretching his hands above his head while shifting his body slightly to accommodate Cole’s presence next to him on the narrow bed. “Oh, why? She messing up again?” “These ladies, aswear. She always have something to complain about. So she think that I’m cheating on her, because I posted some friend of mine on my status, now she want to be going through my phone.” As he spoke, Cole had begun making circles with his finger around Kelvin’s nipples, which soon began to grow hard. Kelvin pushed his hand away and continued to talk, complaining about his girlfriend and her antics. Cole resumed playing with Kelvin’s nipple and again Kelvin pushed his hand away. “Ah, bro see you, what’s your problem?” he said laughingly. “Nothing ooo, just listening to you about the girl,” Cole replied then replaced his finger with his mouth and began sucking on Kelvin’s nipple. “Mhmmm, I see,” Kelvin sighed. “Yeah she’s, she’s... mmmm. Eii Cole bro you starting another trouble man, why?” Cole stopped briefly to mutter, “nothing” in reply then returned to sucking on his friend’s nipple whilst stroking his inner thigh with his fingers. “Mhmmmm,” Kelvin moaned slightly. “Bro, mmmm, shit!” Kelvin’s dick, began to harden again as Cole’s deft fingers brushed against his ballsack.

Cole was breathless as Kelvin fucked him. Kelvin’s dreads swung back and forth as beads of sweat rolled down his hard muscled body. “Yeah, take that dick, bro. Take it bro. Fuck fuck!” Cole’s dick swung back and forth beneath him, flinging drops of precum on the bed below. Kelvin’s dick, which seemed to move at lightening speed, was soon coated with a white cream from Cole’s ass. “Shit bro, am coming, fuck, your pussy is sweet bro.. Fuck fuck fuuuuuck!” Kelvin bucked his hips wildly as he unloaded into Cole’s ass. He pulled out after the first spurt, then shot the rest onto Cole’s back. Cole collapsed on the bed and rolled over, and began jerking his dick. Kelvin lay beside him, kissing and sucking at his nipples as Cole jerked himself. “Shit! Shit! Fuuck!” Cole exclaimed as he shot his copious load all over his chest and tummy. Cole always did produce a lot of cum. “Fuck!” the two friends exclaimed together, then laughed in the darkness. “That was nice man,” Cole said at last as he lay breathing heavily. "Thanks." “Serious, yeah it was. Thank you too.”

As they kissed their passion intensified. Few words passed between them as they held one another. Cole unfastened his trousers and untucked his shirt. “You owe me bro,” Kelvin sat on the bed and watched Cole undress in the dim light. Outside the rains grew heavier. Soon Cole too wore only his boxers, blue instead of white like Kelvin’s own. “Come here bro,” Kelvin said holding out his arms. Cole moved towards his friend, his hard dick now at eye-level with his friend. Kelvin tugged at Cole’s boxers; they slid down and his hard dick sprang out. Kelvin grabbed it and held it in one hand then licked beneath it, tonguing Cole’s soft smooth shaven balls. “Fuck bro, mmmm,” Cole moaned as his friend licked at his balls and tugged on his dick. Kelvin massaged Cole’s ass with his other hand then tapped it slightly. “Turn around bro.” Cole compliantly obeyed. Usually he played top, but tonight Kelvin had said he felt to fuck; Cole had no objection. Cole turned and leaned forward slightly, placing his feet shoulder-width apart and holding on to the chair in front of him. Kelvin held his firm ass cheeks apart. Cole’s ass was firm and somewhat flat, unlike Kelvin’s bubble ass. Kelvin leaned forward, opened his mouth wide and began to munch on Cole’s ass. “Mmmmmmmmm, shit!” Cole’s legs shook as his friend licked and sucked at his hairy ass hole. “Fuck bro, damn!” he exclaimed again. Kelvin didn’t hesitate for a moment. He licked Cole’s ass as if his life depended on it. Cole arched his back, pushing his ass out further, then finally simply leaned all the way forward, putting his ass fully in Kelvin’s face. Kelvin held his friend’s ass cheeks as far apart as he could and fucked his ass hole with his tongue, plunging in an out, until it was wet and twitching. Kelvin sat back and held Cole’s waist and slowly guided him to sit on his lap. Cole felt Kelvin’s thick hard dick pushing inside him as he sat on his friend. “Fuuuucck. Damn!” he exclaimed again. “Arghhh,” Kelvin groaned as he felt his dick push past Cole’s sphincter and slide effortlessly into his thug friend’s torrid hole. “Damn bro you tight!” “Yeah, I ain’t took your dick in a while.” “You will tonight!” Cole was now seated fully on Kelvin’s lap, his slim ass impaled on Kelvin’s thick dick. Kelvin’s hands roamed upwards under the white singlet Cole still wore to pinch his nipples as Cole slowly pushed himself up and down, fucking himself on Cole’s dick. As he did so, his own dick grew hard and he used one hand to wank himself. “Ahh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You doing me baby fuck!” Cole moaned with passion, his voice drowned out by the sound of the rain outside and the standing fan. Cole usually topped Kelvin, but when he did take dick, he moaned louder than any bitch. “Take that dick bro. Take my dick, yeah, take it!” Kelvin thrust his hips aggressively upwards, each time hitting Cole’s prostate. Cole’s ass became wet with cream and pre-cum dripped from his dick as he bounced up and down – two ghetto thug boys hidden away in the security post without a care in the world. As Cole bounced on Kelvin’s dick, he thought about his girlfriend and how they’d fucked the night before. She had bounced on his dick the same way he was now bouncing on Kelvin’s. The thought of it made him even harder and he squealed in pleasure. “Ohh fuck me babe, fuck me bro. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” With each upwards thrust, Cole moaned more and more. Kelvin’s hair, now grown longer into small dreads, bounced as his friend rode his dick. “Bro, get up, get up,” Kelvin said, somewhat abruptly. Cole stood and turned to face Kelvin. “Get on the bed. Doggie bro.” Cole smiled and nodded, then slid past Kelvin to climb onto the narrow bad. He positioned himself on all fours as Kelvin stood behind. Kelvin held his waist and pushed his still hard dick deep into Cole’s flat thug ass. “Fuuuuuck!” Cole moaned again. It seemed that Kelvin had gone deeper than before. Now fully in control of the fuck, Kelvin began to bang Cole’s ass vigorously, pounding him deep while holding his waist.

Cole unrolled the wad of bills and counted it. “Oh wow, hmmm, 500ghc” he said to himself then stuffed the money back into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “Whup, bro”. Kelvin’s voice crackled through the bad connection on the other end of the line. “Cool man, what you doin?” “Nothing. Where you dey?” “Adey work. You wan come by?” “Yeah, cool.” “Cool, wait till later, like around 10. By then everything will be locked.” “Cool.” He ended the call and began his shift, securing the various entrances, and patrolling the grounds. Some workers were still inside but by 10 o’clock however, even the cleaners would have left and there would be nothing much to do. Nothing ever happened anyway; it was an easy job. Kelvin arrived a little after 10 o’clock and called Cole. Cole told him to wait, and a few minutes later he emerged to open a small gate for him. “Sorry bro, I had to off the camera for a quick second.” The security camera wasn’t very effective anyway and frequently went out; so Cole would have no problem explaining the lapse if any one asked. No one would, of course, except the office manager, and she never bothered. Cole wasn’t sure she even knew there was a camera. “Whup bro,” Kelvin raised his hand in greeting to Cole who slapped his uplifted palm then pulled him in for a quick ‘bro’ hug. “You good, man?” “Yeah, everything cool. Whup Cole, its been a while.” “Yeah, man, come inside. I have to on the camera again.” The two quickly entered the security booth where Cole restarted the camera. “Just a minute,” he said, as he exited the room and took another quick stroll around the grounds of the office. Even though he knew that no one was around, he couldn’t be too sure. Fortunately, it had begun to rain so Cole was relieved. It both made his work easier, and the room cooler. By the time Cole had returned, Kelvin had disappeared into the other compartment of the room, which was separated by a thin wooden wall and a curtain hung across the doorway. Cole pulled the curtain back, revealing Kelvin seated on the edge of the small bed with his shirt off and his jeans pulled halfway down his legs. “Is it safe?” he asked. Cole nodded. They had met up here before, but Kelvin was always a bit nervous. “Yeah, its safe. Besides its raining. Nobody is coming out in the rain like this.” Kelvin nodded as he stood and pulled his jeans down, leaving only his white patterned boxers. The outline of his semi-hard dick was clearly visible through the thin fabric. He stepped out of the jeans then bent over to pick them up and fold them neatly before placing them on the bed. “Come here bro,” he said in a husky voice, with half-closed eyes. Cole stepped towards him, and Kelvin wrapped his arms around him, embracing him. “You look nice in the uniform,” he said, leaning back slightly while still hugging his friend around the waist. “You look nice too baby,” Cole whispered in reply, as he held Kelvin’s ass in his hands and squeezed. “I missed you bro,” he added. Kelvin leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Cole’s lips. Kelvin’s lips were full and soft as he kissed his friend. Cole squeezed his ass harder and parted his lips, welcoming Kelvin’s tongue inside. In his ash-gray uniform trousers, his dick began to grow harder as it rubbed against Kelvin’s own – only the fabric of their clothes separating the two hard boys hard dicks.

“Yes, well, thank you but I meant, well, I was just concerned that, I mean, he’s a man and ...” her voice trailed off again, before she resumed, more confident now. “Look, I’m not trying to get you into any trouble okay, just that I want you to keep your eyes on the ground you understand.” As she said this, she dug into her purse and pulled out a small wad of bills rolled together. “You understand?” she asked again. Cole swallowed and nodded then took the money. “You don’t worry Grace, I’m very, uhhh, security conscious okay.” She nodded in reply and he walked her back to her car. A few minutes later Simon emerged from the building with a scowl on his face, entered the car and pulled away.

“Idiot!” Cole ground his teeth together silently as the executive known as Mr. A____ (as he insisted Cole call him instead of Simon as everyone else did) berated him about something over which he had no control. Cole was irritated, but there was little he could other than to apologize yet again for something that wasn’t his fault. He needed the job and dealing with pretentious ‘big men’ was part of being a security officer. “Yes Sir. Sorry once again, sir. I will be more careful.” He smiled and ducked his head insincerely, but Mr. A didn’t notice. Cole rolled his eyes as the man walked into the building. Cole turned to walk towards the small security post – a converted single-room free-standing structure that had been divided into two even smaller compartments, one of which served as the security ‘office’ and the other which housed a small bed, side table, and standing fan. When Cole had first gotten the job, due to his connection with a relative at another branch of the same company, he had run shifts with the other security guard: one week working day shift, then the next week working nights. The other security guard, however, didn’t like working the night shift. He was an older, married man and preferred being home at night. Cole, on the other hand, liked working at night and he could sleep in the security office during the day if he had nothing else to do. So between them they worked out an arrangement; Cole worked nights and the older man worked days, regardless of what the schedule said. This arrangement gave them both the flexibility they wanted and enable Cole to invite his friend Kelvin to visit whenever he wanted to. The pay wasn’t great, but it was better than nothing, and when the ‘accommodation’ was added in, it was worth the frustration of dealing with arrogant bossy corporate guys who thought they were better than him. At least the senior executives were a lot easier to deal with, and friendlier than the younger ones. They were all annoying, but Mr A, “Simon”, who was only in his late twenties, was the worst one of all. “Excuse me? Excuse me?” Cole turned in the direction of the soft voice that was calling him. His eyes lit up when he saw the pretty, brown-skinned woman calling after him. It was Mrs A___, but she had insisted on him calling her by her name, Grace. “Aunty Grace, good evening,” Cole replied with a slight bow. “Oh, Cole what is this aunty business? I told you, I’m not an old woman. I’m just Grace. How are you?” Cole’s smile broadened. “I’m fine please. Yourself?” “I’m fine. I hope everything is okay with you?” “Yes, please madame, I am fine by the grace of God.” “Oh we thank God.” She didn’t come to the office often, but often enough to have made friends with Cole and the other workers. She worked in another part of town, but sometimes passed by the office for one reason or another – sometimes just to have lunch together. Everyone commented on how close and happy they seemed. Cole and Grace continued exchanging pleasantries for a few minutes, before Grace pursed her lips slightly, then continued. “Cole, can I... I want to talk to you about something. Just between us, please.” She looked around as if checking to see if anyone saw her. “Yes, of course Aunty.. I mean Grace.” Cole jerked his head indicating that they should walk a little further under a large tree. Evening was setting in and they had only a few minutes before Simon would re-emerge from the office. “Well, I know this may sound funny and I don’t want to put you into any trouble but...” she hesitated. “Its about Simon. These days he says he is working a lot, and he is. He comes home late and leaves early, and is so tired. Its just that, I mean, sometimes he closes very very late you understand and I just wonder...” She paused, as if struggling to find the words. “I see,” Cole said interrupting. “Oh Aunty, I mean Grace, you don’t worry. I have been keeping an eye on things. He does close late sometimes, but I make sure he gets home safe.”

Season 7: Episode 4 Security Conscious

“Well, that’s interesting,” the doctor said finally. “Interesting? Its unbelievable. It doesn’t make any sense. At all. You know I know him?” “Is that so?” “Yeah, well, I don’t know him, but I knew him. That’s why I asked that question about how he used to look like.” “Oh, okay, makes sense.” “Yeah, we were in the same community growing up, but I didn’t know him. We weren’t close but we had some friends in common, so I knew him that way. Later on, we were in the same school; he was my senior in the school, but they left to somewhere and I didn’t see him again for a long while. But I knew the family. My sister was friends with one of them, I think a cousin or something, but that was a long time ago.” “And the uncle?” “I don’t remember anything about an uncle.” “I’m not surprised,” the doctor replied. “His entire story is inconsistent and incoherent. That, plus his behaviour...” the doctor shook his head. “What? What are you saying?” “I’m not sure there ever was an uncle. I think he made it up, or I should say, I believe he isn’t a real person.” “Meaning?” “Just a minute, let me check something.” At this the doctor stood up and went to the door, which he opened and asked Bismarck to come. Bismarck returned and stood awkwardly. “Oh, Bismarck, I just wanted to ask you a couple of things I forgot.” “Oh, okay, no problem.” “Yes, this your uncle, what was his name?” “You mean Brother? Uhmm, huh. I dunno. His name is Brother. Yeah, that’s his name. That’s what we called him.” “Oh, okay, and you said he died recently?” “Yeah, he died last year, last two years.” “Which was...?” “Oh, that was 19... 98 or, so, I think, yeah. I’m not too sure.” “Oh, okay, that’s fine.” “Why do you want to know so much about Brother?” “Oh nothing, we are just doing some checks, so thanks a lot.” Bismarck bowed slightly then returned to the other room. The doctor sat down and looked at Felix, shaking his head. “I don’t think Brother is real. I think Brother is a figment of his imagination. I think its an hallucination.” Felix looked puzzled. “Hallucination? What? No, no, no, wait. What about all that stuff he said he did and about catching him with Brian and everything.” The doctor was making notes and spoke without looking up. “I think he did those things himself. I can’t be sure, I would need to do more extensive investigations, but I would bet that Brian’s father has some form of either paranoid schizophrenia or a delusional disorder of some kind. He thinks all these things he said happened and are real, and they did happen. Just that there is no ‘Brother’. ‘Brother’ is him, or rather a hallucination of some kind.” “You mean he’s a mad man!” “There is some mental health issue I am sure.” “But wait, Brian told me that his father caught his uncle having sex with him.” “Yes, he told me that as well, but that’s not really what happened. When I asked more questions he said that his father didn’t catch him but that he found out. Brian genuinely believes that is what happened because that is what his father told him.” “Oh doc none of this makes sense. He was old enough to know if it was his uncle who did that. No, no, no. This doesn’t make any sense.” “As I said, I can’t be certain, but listen, Brian had a traumatic childhood, by all accounts. It seems like he was being abused in one way or another from when he was quite young, by his father, and neglected by his mother. Even so, he idolized his father. He could do nothing wrong in his eyes but his father’s attention was either beating him, or pampering him – usually right after beatings. Add in the fact that his father most likely has some mental problem and sexual abuse...” The doctor shook his head. Felix pressed his lips together. “I can’t believe it. Its unbelievable, really.” “Not as unbelievable as you think. The mind is a powerful thing. Brian believes that he was raped by his uncle. He believes that is why his father put him out.” “And, according to you, the father believes it too, there is no ‘Brother’, but the whole thing is a delusion.”

“A jealous spirit?” the doctor asked. “You’re saying Brian had a jealous spirit and it made him make Brother have sex with him.” Bismarck nodded his head enthusiastically, happy that the doctor seemed to believe him. “Exactly that, exactly that. He was jealous of me and Brother and would always be crying for me, so when he couldn’t have me, then he did that wickedness. The boy is wicked and its his mother that made him like that. That’s why I had to make him leave.” “I see, okay, that’s uhmm, that’s helpful thanks for telling me.” “Yeah, I had to tell you because I can see you would understand. You’re a doctor but I can see you understand spiritual things, not like some of them. Some of these things are spiritual you know, yeah. So that’s why I sacked him. I’m not a bad father. I’m not, no. But I couldn’t let that spirit have my son – he got it from his mother, that’s what Brother told me, and it was coming between us.” The doctor nodded his head, “Yeah, that’s okay, that’s okay. Thanks. You’ve said a lot. That’s helpful, yeah. Can I ask, just to know if you had any medical treatment yourself at any point, or you had to see a doctor for anything? I mean, for any kind of mental issue or anything?” “No, no, no, no I didn’t have anything, hehehe, aside malaria and things like that. I mean like I said recently I got sick. The doctor says my heart, but no I didn’t have anything. I mean when was in school they took me for prayers one time because I was having some spiritual issues. Everything by prayer, everything by prayer.” Bismarck nodded as he said this last. “Okay, okay that’s... that’s fine. Yeah, thanks. Just one more question about Brother.” “Yes, he’s dead now yeah.” “Yeah, you said so, but I just want to know, uhm, this spirit that you said made Brother to, um have sex with Brian. How did Brother know it or was it something you talked about.” Bismarck smiled and started nodding and pointing at the doctor. “You see, you see, I was right, you understand these things. I told you; I told you,” he added, speaking to no one in particular. “Yeah, you know I didn’t say it because its a deep something but you, you understand these things. Yeah, so he knew it because we had that same issue before.” “We?” “Yes! Brother and me had that same thing happen to us when we were young, but I’m not like Brian. I fought it. I fought that bad seed. It used to also make me do that to Brother, but after some time it stopped. I fought it, yeah. So, that’s how he knew about it, and he was right. Yeah.” “Okay, thanks. Yes that is very helpful, very helpful. I really appreciate you coming in. It will help us a lot. Thanks.” Bismarck nodded again as the doctor stood. The two men entered and escorted him back to the car. As he left, the doctor and Felix stared at each other in stunned silence.

Bismarck and the doctor looked at Felix, then the doctor nodded at Bismarck who continued speaking from where he had left off. Felix sat back in his chair. He now remembered where he knew Bismarck from. “Yes, so I was saying that Brother had said he was wicked, and it was true, yes. The way he was behaving, I knew that it was true what Brother said and so when it happened, I was surprised but not surprised that he could go to that extent, but I should have known.” “Go to what extent?” the doctor interrupted. “What do you mean?” Bismarck pressed his lips and sighed. “Its so bad, I promised I wasn’t going to say anything, but I just have to say it because before I was saying he allowed it but that’s not true. That’s not true. He was the one who even was going for it. He forced him into it.” Felix started to interject, but the doctor signalled him, and he remained silent. “Forced... you mean he forced Brother into it?” “Umm hmm. See I caught them doing it, having sex I mean. He made Brother to do that to him. And it wasn’t the first time. Brother told me that it wasn’t the first time, when I caught him. He had been doing that to him. He is evil. I was good father to him and that’s how he repaid it, by doing that and he was using that to take his attention from me. Such a wicked boy.” Felix furrowed his brow. This was utterly confusing to him. The doctor, however, appeared unperturbed. He simply nodded encouragingly, then responded. “So, Brian forced your brother to have sex with him, to take your brother’s attention away from you? Is that what happened?” Bismarck leaned back, folded his arms, and nodded. “Yes, but he’s not really my brother. He’s my uncle. I just call him Brother.” “He’s your uncle?” “Yes, he is, or he was. He died not too long ago. He was the only son of my grandmother, so they always called him Brother and he was the youngest, so he wasn’t that much older than me. He was the one taking care of me most times, or I should say all the time. We were close, but when Brian came that’s when we started having issues. The boy is wicked.” “Ohh, okay,” the doctor said as he exchanged alarmed glances with Felix. He looked down and jotted some notes, composed himself then looked towards Bismarck again. “So, he forced Brother to have sex with him?” “Yeah, that’s what he was doing because he has that bad seed in him. That’s what Brother told me, and its true. Its a spirit he was having. A jealous spirit and it made him do those things.”

The car stopped and the two men in front got out and entered the building. Felix and Bismarck waited behind, chatting. Bismarck was anxious, as he didn’t know what was happening. His anxiety made him nervous and chatty. Felix was confused by much of Bismarck had said so far. There was nothing ‘girly’ about Brian, nor even a hint that he ever had been The same could not be said about Bismarck. There was something vaguely girlish about his mannerisms that came out more and more as he talked. ‘Well,’ Felix thought to himself, ‘people do change’. Even as he thought it, however, he was unconvinced. Something about Bismarck’s story didn’t quite fit what he knew about Brian already, but he couldn’t figure out just what it was. He gave no hint of his confusion, however, and as they waited for the two men to return, Felix probed further. “What do you mean, ‘he was allowing it’? What are you talking about?” Felix feigned genuine curiosity, and he could see by Bismarck’s face he was anxious to say more. “Yeah, so this boy he had stopped all this girly stuff, but then later at that time I was working a lot, so I later found out that, I don’t know how it happened, but he had started doing more things. That’s when I knew he had that bad seed. He is a wicked boy. Brother told me that.” At this Felix became quiet again. He couldn’t understand what Bismarck was talking about, or why he felt compelled to tell him all this. Silence was the best response he could think of. Yet that was not all Felix thought of as they sat silently in the car waiting. Though silent, his mind was racing as he tried to sort out why Bismarck looked familiar to him. “Who is Brother?” he asked finally. Before Bismarck could answer, they were interrupted by a knock on the window. The doctor was in. A few moments later they found themselves seated with the doctor in a well-appointed room that looked more like a living room than an office. The doctor, smooth and well-practiced in relating to different types of people, had managed to quickly put Bismarck at ease. Bismarck, in turn, had begun filling in background information about Brian. As the interview progressed, Felix watched Bismarck carefully. Much of what he said seemed incoherent and disconnected; Felix couldn’t follow the conversation, but he could observe, and he did. Bismarck was dark, like Brian, and shared some of his features – most notably the shape of his eyes and mouth. Otherwise, there was little resemblance between them; Brian was far better looking than his father. His voice too was similar, though slightly higher pitched and accompanied by a slight lisp. As he spoke, Bismarck became more and more animated, waving his hands about. He had seemingly been put at ease by the doctor’s approach. There was something else though, something that took a while for Felix to figure out. “The boy is wicked. He is wicked. That’s why he was doing that what he did,” Bismarck was ranting on and on. “I tried with him, but I should have known that he is like that – wicked I mean. Brother told me. That’s why he made him to do that.” “Ah!” Felix exclaimed, unintentionally interrupting the flow of Bismarck’s speech. Both the doctor and Bismarck looked at Felix. “Oh, sorry,” he said. “Please, sorry, continue.” “No, no, is there something you want to ask?” the doctor said encouragingly. Then added with a smile, “we are just chatting here.” Felix shook his head. “Oh, its nothing really. But uhm, Bismarck sorry to ask, did you used to be uhm,” he gestured with his arms, indicated body size. Bismarck nodded aggressively, “Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I used to be a big guy, big like you paa. When I was younger, I was obolo paaa, yeah. I was big papa, hahaha, just that I lose weight. I haven’t been too well you see, yeah. So I lose weight. Why do you ask?” “Oh, nothing, I just wondered. Sorry for interrupting please. Sorry, please go ahead.”

Felix picked his phone and called. “Hello? Yeah, I think we are ready. Yes, he is here. Okay. So will you bring him or... that’s fine, then we will do it at the other place. Your place. Okay.” He ended the call and gestured to Bismarck. “Let’s go” Felix and Bismarck, accompanied by two of the men who had first brought Bismarck to the apartment climbed into a car – the two men in the front, Bismarck and Felix at the back. As they rode, dodging potholes along the way, it began to rain. “Are you a police or something? How did you find me? I haven’t done anything wrong.” Felix did not respond other than to direct the driver to take the next turn. “I’m not a police,” he answered finally, but said nothing else. The silence made Bismarck nervous. “I know you think I am wicked,” Bismarck remarked as they rode along. He stared blankly through the rain-streaked window as he talked. “I know that’s what you think.” “I haven’t said anything about that.” “I know. But that is what you think. I’m sorry what I said that too, about you.” “What did you say?” “About you being a gay. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sure you are not one of them. Strong man like you, a gay, hehehe, nah.” He chuckled nervously. He wanted to get on Felix's good side. Felix remained quiet. His father had been a hunter and had taught him the importance of silence when stalking prey. ‘Keep quiet and the animal will show himself’, his father had said. Invariably it proved true. “I didn’t abandon him, if that's what he told you. I was a good father. But me, I can’t stand that nonsense. No, no, no. Not that my son should be doing gay, no! That one, I won’t go for that. I couldn’t allow that. No.” They hit a pothole, but continued riding in silence. “These gays, ehh? They are always trying to convert people, especially the young ones. But some of them too, they are bad. Its in their blood. Some too its spiritual. So, there is no way I can let that go on. No.” Felix pressed his lips together but remained silent. ‘You protest too much’, thought Felix. After all, no one had brought up anything about Brian being gay, or mentioned anything at all about gayism – yet it seemed the man could talk of nothing else. Felix knew better than to point this out, however. Finally he cleared his throat and spoke. “Is that so?” This brief remark seemed to encourage the man who became more animated. “Yeah, yeah, that is how they are, or let me say some of them. Some of them its in their blood, but some too they try to convert them. Yeah, so when they try that, you don’t allow them. But even that one, the one that’s the blood one, when you see it, you can’t let them be doing that. Playing with girls things and all that, no. That’s the seed, you know, so you can’t let that one come out and start to manifest.” “Manifest eh? So what happened?” “Oh, hmmph, nothing. Me? I’m a father okay, I’m a good father. I’m a man. I can’t sit there and my boy is doing this girly girl stuff like kojobeshia stuffs, so when he will do that stuff I beat him because its not good. And after a while he stopped that but then I can see he was allowing it so that is why. Yes, so its not that I just abandon him. Nobody should say that. Its his mum rather that allowed all that to go on.” “Hmmm,” Felix replied, but said nothing more definitive. “We have just about reached.” “Okay, okay. But what is going on? He is sick, you still haven’t told me what is wrong.” “When the doctor comes.” “Okay.”

“And where have you been all this while? Do you know your son is sick.” The man nodded. “I was told.” “Where have you been? He needs you.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m around. What do you expect me to do for that faggot? I don’t have a son.” He spat the words out. Felix looked at him with disdain, but also a degree of curiosity. The man looked vaguely familiar to him. “He’s not. He’s a fine boy, a fine young man.” “Kwashia! He’s a damn weak foolish boy.” He interjected. “He acts like a girl not a man. I should have a son like that? My son should lie down for some man to fuck him? Mtchewww! Where is he anyway?” Felix furrowed his brow and flinched internally. He was surprised at the man's venom as well as how readily he mentioned gay sex when it hadn't been brought up at all. His tone was that of unbridled disgust and homophobia. Felix had been on the receiving end of lots of such abuse when he was younger, and though he hardly heard it now, it still stung. What was more surprising though was how the man described Brian. Acting ‘like a girl’ was the furthest thing from Brian’s behaviour. Even when he was being a sub, he behaved in a very masculine way. “He’s in hospital, and the doctor needs to talk with you because of his condition, they need to, uhm, do some investigations.” Felix was evasive with his answers. He didn’t want to tell the man where Brian was. After all he still needed his cooperation and telling him that Brian was at a psychiatric centre wouldn't help anything. “And who are you to be worried about the boy like that? By now he is of age. Why are you disturbing yourself for someone’s child. Maybe you are even one of them.” “One of who?” Felix asked with a slight chuckle. The man scowled but was quiet. He wasn’t too sure who Felix was, but he knew that he had power and connections – enough to have found him and dragged him to this apartment. “Nothing,” he said finally. “Are you sure about that?” The man shook his head. “Don’t worry. Nothing.” “Your name is Bismarck?” The man nodded his head. “Yeah, Bismarck. Bismarck _________.” Felix turned his head to one side and looked carefully at the man again, “Where did you school?” Bismarck answered then looked at Felix. “Why? You know me or something?” Felix’s eyes narrowed then he shook his head. He couldn’t be sure. “Don’t worry. Let’s go. This one whether you like it or yes, you are going.”

“Felix, can you come now? He’s in.” It had been two days since Felix called his friends and the call came just after he had dropped Sandra off at the airport. “Oh really? That’s faster than I thought.” “Yes, oo he is right here in town. We thought he’d gone to _______ but turns out he has been here all this time and... well, when you come you will see.” “I will see, eh? What will I see? Okay, I’m coming. So, is it at your end?” Felix nodded as he maneuvered the car into traffic. “I will come right now. Yes. I’m coming. Thanks that’s fine.” Upon arrival at the agreed upon spot, Felix parked his car and got out. Almost immediately he was greeted by a young lady who escorted him. “Just this way, sir.” Felix followed the lady who was dressed plainly in jeans and a buttoned shirt, but whose demeanour suggested a military background of some kind. “That’s fine, thank you. You can go now,” Felix answered upon reaching the door. “Yes sir,” she replied then disappeared almost as quickly as she had seemed to appear earlier. Felix opened the door to a small apartment where he saw three men dressed similarly to the young lady, with a similar bearing, and one man seated nervously at a table. “Welcome sir,” one of the men greeted him. Felix nodded in reply. “So, that’s him?” he asked, nodding in the direction of the nervous man at the table. “Yes, sir, that’s him.” Felix looked the guy over. He seemed to be about Felix’s age. He was dark, and apparently had been stoutly built and muscular when he was younger, but now appeared rather more frail. One of the young men handed a file to Felix who opened it absent-mindedly. “You can go now. If I need you, I will call you.” Felix spoke to the men without looking at them. “Yes, sir. Please we are just around if anything.” Felix nodded, then gestured to the man. “Come, sit here” he said indicating the sofa. The man rose, clearly nervous, and relocated to the sofa. Felix sat opposite him and perused the papers in the file he had been given. “So,” he said, flipping through the papers. “You’re Brian’s father.” The man was quiet, then answered in a voice tinged with bitterness, “I don’t have a son. My son is dead.” Felix looked at him over the edge of the papers, lowered them, then placed them carefully on the table. He stood and adjusted his belt and faced away from the man. “Are you sure of that?” he asked. “Yes, sir. My son is dead.” He sounded more emphatic this time. “That’s a lie,” Felix responded. “So, I will ask again. Are you sure your son is dead? Aren’t you Brian _______’s father.” Felix turned towards him as he spoke. “I- I don’t know any Brian. My son is dead. I don’t know who you think....” ::Wham:: Felix landed a heavy back-handed slap across the man’s face, causing him to fall over. “Aijieeeeee!” The man screamed, holding his face. The door opened and one of the young men peeked inside. Felix held up his hand and the door quickly closed. “You want to revise your answer, sir?” he asked. “Sit up.” The man held the side of his face and sat up. “So, I ask again, aren’t you Brian ______’s father?” This time the man nodded, still holding his face.

Felix picked his phone and read the message from his friend, then shook his head. “That’s it!” He put the phone down and sat quietly for a moment. When Brian had first been hospitalized, Felix had tried to get in touch with his family. It had taken a while, but he had finally gotten through to his mother, who seemed utterly unconcerned. The conversation, already uncomfortable, had taken a turn for the worse once she found out why he was calling. She wanted nothing to do with a boy who had, in her words ‘gone mad’, though that didn’t prevent her from asking Felix for money at the end of the call. As for Brian’s father, though the mother had given him a number, it wasn’t working, and it seemed no one knew where he lived. That had been the situation for the past few weeks as Brian sat in a psychiatric hospital. Felix rubbed his beard, then walked over to his computer desk and sat down. Over the next few hours, he sat studying the screen and making phone calls. That is how Sandra found him hours later. She was to have returned to the UK by now, but she had delayed her trip. Now, however, she could delay no longer. The kids needed her and she would fly out the next two days. “Feely, what is it? What are you looking for?” she asked, leaning over his shoulder. Felix shook his head. “Nothing, now. I found it.” He grabbed the phone and quickly tapped a number in. “Hello? Yeah, its Felix. Yes, I have it now. I need you to do something for me. Yes, its urgent. Yes, don’t worry you won’t get into trouble. Hehehe, nah you don’t worry.” He leaned back in his chair. Sandra shook her head and left him to return packing her things.