Chapter: 10*****"I'm so sorry, I didn't know." I went to my knees and held his hand. He smiled at me. "Not a day went by that I did not think of you. If there was a reason to live it was you." He blinked wetness away from his eyes and I watched his tears drop on my hand. "I keep having the same dream every night. It's a dream of being held by you. It's true...your hands caressed my entire body. The touch of your heated skin, I feel warm all over...your breaths against my ear...your voice, they keep whispering... I love you." I gazed into his eyes and he leaned into me, his forehead pressed against mine."I do love you. I knew I made you promise and I wanted to make sure I fulfill that promise and I am here to do just that." "You still want to marry me and make me your wife?" I mused shyly. "If you would have me?" I nodded in response."Yes, I will." He sealed our lips again and I moaned. When he pulled away, he peered into my eyes."You were going to get married to someone else?
Chapter: 11.*****The order received was enough to get me moving and fast. I made it to the bedroom and admired the spacious bed large enough to accommodate four men. The white sheets looked soft even by staring at them, my heart hammering in my chest as the thoughts of getting ravished on that bed crossed my mind. My throat dust-dry as I blinked my eyes away from the sinful bed and rather have them staring at the black suitcase with things I didn't recognize stuffed in it. Cautiously, I approached the bag and went on my knees then I began picking out well-wrapped packages and then unwrapping them. I swallowed when I read what it was for and as well understood the meaning of "clean up" that Chima spoke about.Pulling what I needed I dropped them on the bed and then began stripping. Naked now I gathered my items and made my way into the bathroom where I commenced to thoroughly wash my body and make sure I was clean enough for him. I was anxious while rubbing myself down with light oil
Ever wondered what life would be like if you discovered you're born in a society where every single step you take is watched and judged by some no-good-for-nothing looking to ruin some young man or girl's life?Ever wondered what life would be like for the next person who can't come out and live their true. Trapped to remain who they aren't because to be who they are could lead to their demise?Are you a Wonderer or is this your Reality?If you're wondering then you're in the right place to get your answers but if you're unfortunate as I am and you are indeed living this life right now then I feel for you with all my heart because no one can understand the pain and confusion better than I do.This was my everyday life for years and if you're still trapped to play pretense with your life as if it were a game then you would understand this story and relate to it because this is my story as a gay man who is unfortunate enough to be born in Nigeria were to be who I am could send me to jai
CHAPTER: 1.*****I have always said that life is cruel and in truth, it is. When you were born, you never got to choose where this journey would take you. You're just a victim of fate and whatever it wishes to do with you, it does, and there is nothing on earth you can do about it.You can't change it either.We became puns in the fierce grasp of fate.It picks you up by the head and shuffles you about pointlessly, you are left to catch yourself, to stand your grounds.Some say it eventually leads you to your destined place in life but I don't buy that for one day.Well, I almost didn't because I gave up on trying.We are only humans after all and there is a limit to what we can take.No matter how strong you are, life has a way of bending us until we are reduced to our outermost vulnerability.And you just have to live with it, whether you like it or not because to not live with it would be to kill yourself and that's just a permanent solution to a temporary problem, at least that's
CHAPTER: 2.••••••Three years had passed and I finally thought I had my life under control. At least, I tried to. I never got into any other troubles, and neither do I cause any. I was your typical book nerd. You will always find my face buried in a book, any book. It was my escape. There is always something special about the fictional world. When you're engrossed in a particular book you begin to imagine a life quite different from what you are used to and at that moment you are filled with excitement, you find yourself merging into a character and you become part of the action. Then the book ends and you just sat there reminiscing about what you had just read. Then you remembered that particular character who had died wrongly or didn't end with the right person romantically and you wanted a better ending for them. You began to recreate them in your minds, giving them a better ending for your peace of mind.It has always been like that with me. At ten, I was a good kid, I made
CHAPTER: 3.*****Schools had gone on midterm break, so there wasn't much to do other than sit at home, read or hang with friends.I don't hang out with friends.I have only one friend and he was always with me most of the time.That morning, I sat on my bed reading when I heard my mother yelling for me. I rolled my eyes, dumped my book on the bed, and made my way into the kitchen where her voice seemed to be coming from.One thing I don't like about holidays is that's when parents and older siblings remember you exist and they won't allow you a moment of rest without sending you on one errand to another until you're either hiding away or claiming to be doing something extremely important.Even at that, they would still demand to know what the important thing is, so you have to be very creative with your lies."Yes, mom," I answered once I was in front of the open door.I have always wanted to learn how to cook but my father was one of those.He would send me packing whenever he saw m
Chapter: 4.*****We made it to the hotel in about thirty minutes and I never said another word.I was lost for one.Chima took care of the necessary bills and even bought us refreshments for when we finished swimming. Knowing that I had no choice but to at least join in on the fun.It doesn't matter.I could just sit at the edge of the pool and watch them have fun.I'm here, that's all that mattered, right?So, with that thought in mind, I went into the changing room and began undressing. The twins were in a stall just opposite mine but Chima was nowhere to be found. I figured he might still be getting something for us and since he gave me his backpack, I just unzipped and pulled out what I needed and changed into them."You ready?" George's unnecessary high-pitched tone sounded from behind me and I grimaced while turning around to face him."You didn't have to yell, I was right behind you..." I rolled my eyes, zipped the backpack, and placed it neatly on the bench. "And yes, I'm r
Chapter: 5.*****The twins eventually decided to step out of the water. They made their way toward us, pushing and shoving each other playfully. "Started the party without us, huh?" Paul gave Chima a fist bump and then took a seat beside him while his brother sat on his left-hand side."So?" George started and I knew he was going to make funny remarks about my predicaments."How is it possible that you both were there watching while Emy almost drowned?" He asked, eyes darting from one twin to the other."We weren't watching." Paul retorted, his eyes wandering from one dish to the next, hands rubbing excitedly against the other and tongue licking at his lips in anticipation."We only wanted to give him a few more minutes to see if he would get the hang of it and get a hold of himself," George clarified with a small smile formed on his cheeks. He took an apple and chomped on it."He wasn't even drowning," Paul tsked and regarded me. "He was just scared and if you hadn't rushed in to s