After a very long time of decision of not visiting a friend of mine, I broke my promise by visiting him last week Wednesday, since I had been urging for sex. I said I wasn't going to visit him because I found out he was cheating on his boyfriend, and whenever his boyfriend saw me, he was always biter-faced. My friend and I were fuck buddies, although we've not had a comfortable sex all the while I visited him. It's either I got to his house meeting flood of visitors, or the flood come in after I reached his place. I usually got angry, not because they were around, but because he could avoid me coming over to watch drama with these visitors.
The first time I was going to visit him, I guess I was just matriculated as a student of PEFTI. This day, at his place, he was home with his boyfriend, whom I got to know, but not as his boyfriend. There was no reception to have sex at his place, because his family members would be home soon, so he decided we left for his friends' house, which I later felt uncomfortable with as soon as the arrival and took my leave as soon as I could. I sent a message letting him know that I felt insecured where I was taken, and that place wasn't okay by me. I told him I feared he was planning a rape, because where he took me seemed like a queer empire. He told me he would not do such, and I believed him.
The next I was going to see him was at a conference at Yaba. He saw me, but was so snooty. I greeted him, but his response was nothing to be talked about. I was invited by this guy, Martin, who met me at my mum's bar, followed me to the mallam shop, pretending he was going to buy something so as to ask for my line. I gave Martin my line, and we began to chat. Before Martin told me he was G, in LGBT, it took a while. As he asked if I was queer, I didn't hesitate, I spilled. He told me he was, after about 2 months. His chat with me reads, "I am not gay, I am bisexual." I remember very well. At my end, looking at the message, I laughed and argued a little about his orientation.
At the conference, my friend was busy with other guys whose bodies were easily stricken by the touch of a hand. I was just on my own. I got to talk to a person after the conference, but it wasn't him.
I got home that day and sent him a message, that I saw how he snubbed me at the party. He replied, but I can't figure out his response. We scheduled another rendezvous, which I obliged to, but wasn't satisfied because his house was always having somebody come in. We could be almost penetrating when his brother or sister or boyfriend may appear. And whenever he would complain, he would say I caused it because I was shivering for his dick. It would have been something heart-taking if it was up to 6-inch when it stretches. It is not even close to 5. I told him, "I am afraid of your dick. Yes, I am. I have never taking a dick in before, and I don't want to embarrass myself." I can't tell his inner feeling, but he returned with a smile, the one he always showed whenever he saw me.
The day before the last day I saw him, I think February, I didn't have a misunderstanding with him, but I just cleared the air and told him I wasn't into all the me coming and meeting people kind of thing. He would tell me there was nobody at home with him, but when I got on his Street, some feet from his house, he would say he was sorry, that he didn't call any of them. This day, I got there around 5pm, as I was returning from school. We had discussed that I would be his only guest, and I wouldn't appreciate meeting or having other people around. He assured me, and I believed him. As I got there, there was this guy I met there. He introduced the guy to me as his boyfriend, and I thought, "How many boyfriends does he have? I met Dapo here the last time, now this one?" not still realising that there was a main chick. I wasn't annoyed. I introduced myself to the so-called "boyfriend" and we were friends for that night. The guy eventually left, but by then, his boyfriend, the main chick, whom I had no idea was, came around. He caught us in an erotic period. This time, my friend was already trying to fix himself up before his boyfriend caught us, but he wasn't able to. When the guy came in, I said, "Hi." He replied by nose. I then though something was fishy and waited till the main chick sat outside. After a few minutes that I saw he wasn't coming inside, I asked my friend, "Is that your boyfriend? " He sincerely answered, and then I felt so bad for the side chick, that I was busy cheating with his boo. When he came back inside, I said, "I am so sorry. He was just telling me you are his boyfriend." The guy said it was not a problem, looking gloomy. I later faced my friend and let him know how much I detested cheat, that if it was my boyfriend that tried this with me, he would have suffered for this. I left his house, and then he texted me, asking me when next I was going to come, telling me not to get angry at what I had encountered at his place. I wasn't angry, but I replied him, letting him know I was never going to return to his place, that he had to amend his relationship. Since then, we didn't contact each other, not until last two weeks that his message came in on Facebook, "You can't even chat somebody." I replied it, and we scheduled another meeting for reconciliation. It was supposed to be last two weeks, but it wasn't possible, so we met on Wednesday.
As usual, despite an assurance that he wasn't expecting anyone, I met three people at his house, Dara and Bolaji, including his boyfriend. I didn't bother. We had a good pleasantry, and telling ourselves it was a long time we saw, like we didn't know. He said he had been reading my stories on Facebook, that I was too shouty. He said it was unsafe. I told him about the recent experience with my junior colleagues, and Dara, an average body size guy, was concerned. He asked was school I was going, that I was lucky to be in a private school, although it being private doesn't mean it was safe. He told me about how sisis are being treated in federal schools, talk less of those who out themselves. I thanked him.
In the discussion, whenever I used Gay, my friend told me he preferred T.B for safety. Like when I was talking about the incident at school, I said, "I just told them, 'My name is Seun, and I am gay."
The room was funny. These guys were typical Yoruba mothers. I laughed till I was almost suffocating. The kept my evening so interesting. They were real divas, but when I saw Bolaji walk to the bus stop, he was crazily manly. I was stunned. I was smiling on the street. His character changed. He became the normal the society wanted. I had a crush on him. He was a cute, dark guy, whose voice seemed cracking in the room, but deeper as he walked to the bus stop.
I saw Dara and my friend on Friday, walking. And they were Africanly normal. They walked like an expected African man. My friend told me that it was high time I changed how I walked, that it was better I let my diva manner crawl out of me. I told him I had tried, but it wasn't walking. "I am feeling fine walking this way," I said to him.
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