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Episode seven

I was able to detangle my legs from his, and as I was about getting up from the bed so I could run to my room he stopped me.

"We had way too much alcohol last night, didn't we?" Ebuka said smiling at me

"Yes, we did," I said, trying everything in my power to avoid his gaze. 

"Do you have a hangover?" He asked me while stretching on the bed

"No I don't, the peanut helped," I said praying he won't notice my boner. 

I quickly took a pillow and put on my groin, hoping my boner would relax and soften as soon as possible. 

Ebuka noticed my discomfort and asked if I was alright.

I assured him that I was, and I needed to use the bathroom. This time around I was scared of what would happen if he discovers why I was uncomfortable.

He gave me a mischievous smile and placed his hands on my thighs, the shock wave I felt made me look directly at him.

My eyes locked with his and I felt hot fire dance from my belly down to my groin.

I felt a rippling excitement wash over me. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and beg my body to stay calm.

"You feel it too, don't you?." He asked me.

I tried to pretend I didn't understand what he was saying.

"You mean the cold coming from the Air conditioner, I do feel it," I mumbled knowing fully well I sounded like a moron.

He smiled at me and shook his head.

"Don't play games with me Bisi, I have desired you since the first day I laid my eyes on you."

"I know you want me too." He added.

I remained quiet, what if he was trying to trap me into revealing who I am so he can use it against me, or worse, fire me.

"I can't be jobless again." I started sweating even though the Air conditioner was on.

Then he took my hands and placed them on his groin, I felt his boner stiff with want.

I quickly removed my hands and stared at him. His eyes unveiled desire, longings, and a need to share his loneliness.

He reached out to touch me and my body felt awash with relief and desire and a groan escaped my mouth.

"I want to make love to you." He said, then looking at me he asked me if I was still a virgin.

I nodded in affirmative, my mouth too dry to speak. I felt as if my tongue was tied.

He stared at me for some minutes then he stood up and asked me to go take my bath, as he walked into his bathroom and closed the door.

Feeling disappointed, angry, and quite confused. I slipped out of the bed and went to my own room, locked the door, and went to shower.

The cold shower helped to calm my nerves and other parts of my body down.

I refused to come out of my room because I was feeling embarrassed and stupid at the same time.

I wondered what went wrong, why he suddenly stopped what I knew and felt was about to happen.

I had seen the desire in his eyes when he touched me, I felt the building passion between us. Then he stopped.

The knock on my door brought me out of reverie and I simply ignored it. The knock came again, then I saw a text message from him asking me to open the door for him.

I wanted to ignore him and I also wanted to hear whatever he had to say.

Reluctantly I walked to the door and opened it and he stood there bare chest with only a white towel tied to his waist.

I averted my eyes because my body was beginning to react to him and I didn't want to be made a fool again.

"Can I come in." He asked me.

"Yes sir," I said trying to revert to being formal with him. Maybe it would help me keep my emotions in check.

"Sir?." He said and walked towards me.

"I thought we had passed that stage Bisi."

He pulled off his towel and stood naked before me. "I want you here and now Bisi." 

We lay in each other's arms for most of the day and called room service for food when hunger kicked in.

I felt content, at peace, and in love. We talked about our growing up years and people like us.

Ebuka asked me when I knew I was gay.

I told him all about my encounter with David and how I was never able to make love to my girlfriend (Esther) and a call girl I once hired.

I also told him about Emeka and his constant loud sex and how it made me begin to question my sexuality.

He laughed so hard and I loved the sound of his laughter.

I asked him about himself and how come he can make love to his wife. Since I couldn't make love to women I wondered why he could.

Ebuka explained to me how he was bisexual and was sexually attracted to both males and females.

He also told me how he was sexually abused as a child by his class teacher when he was 12 until his 17th Birthday.

"Didn't your mother notice the abuse," I asked

"Not really, she trusted the man. He was married and a disciplinarian."

"He used to get me gifts and profess his love for me, he told me no one should know about it or they would separate us."

"As a child, I believed him and thought I loved him too." He said with a sad smile.

"He progressed to kissing me, sometimes he asked me to touch him in certain places." He continued, his eyes focused on a distant past.

"He would say Ebuka if you love me touch me here, and I would do his bidding."

"He later started penetrating me through the anus, and he warned me never to tell anyone or I would die."

"He swore me to silence."

As Ebuka told me all this I could see how difficult it was for him to tell his story.

I also felt he hadn't confided in anyone before because of being judged.

I was happy he felt okay telling me this and can finally heal from the emotional and physical trauma.

"He suffered a stroke and died later during my 17th birthday and our secret followed him to the grave."

"I'm sorry." I said

"It's okay, it wasn't your fault "

We hugged each other and I placed my head on his laps. It felt so good to be alive and free.

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