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Skin on Skin (Pt. II)

My one night stand with a guy from...

By Aqua DoloPublished 5 years ago 7 min read
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At the restaurant, we found a booth for two in a semi-dark corner at the rear of the room. His beautiful dark skin glistened each time the little colourful lights flickered, swaying across his face, and for the most part of that night, all I saw were his sparkly white eyes and shiny teeth. Envision a tall jar of honey being poured on a huge chocolate bar, that's on top of you, and the honey just rolls down, slowly covering every inch of the chocolate bar and then drips all over you, leaving a pleasurable mess—that was exactly how I felt sitting across him that night...

He had this dark humour about him which left me scared that I may be falling for a sociopath but at the same time, I found it to be extremely hot. There was a balance to it and he knew exactly how to position himself on that scale. Ultimately, he was funny or at least I thought he was—or it was probably just the butterflies in my belly making me gush over every syllable that left his tongue that night. Besides his good looks, he was smart. I mean really smart. The good thing is, he didn't let his eloquence get in over his head; his humility and simplicity overshadowed any flaw he possibly had. In simple words, he was almost a perfect human.

Over dinner, we practically spoke about everything one could possibly think of. He talked about his mom a lot and lovely things of course he said. I could tell he adored his mother and that is one beautiful quirk to find attractive in a person.

He told me, "My mother is my world. I remember coming out to her when I was 15, I was in SS 2 then."

"Pardon, what was that you said?" I had interrupted him because I thought I wasn't hearing his words clearly but yes, those were his exact words. I began thinking of a million possible ways in how that might have happened in a country such as this. Like why would he have done that?

At this point, he went on to tell me about how he had gotten into trouble in SS 1, after leaving a love note under his friend's pillow. Somehow, the letter got into the wrong hands and as Nigerians, most of us can relate to what it's like to be in such a situation in a boarding school. It wasn't fun for him after that. Life got more and more difficult as every day went by and he was beginning to feel smaller and smaller as if being swallowed by the vicious gazes that pierced right through his heart with each passing day.

"Homo!" They'll call him.

He couldn't even miss a step without someone yelling, "How you go walk straight?"

The homophobes loved this. They found it rather amusing and found him to be their little specimen for their bullying and extortion experiment. Sadly many members of the LGBT community have suffered these cruel experiences and some still do.

Those were sad times. I could totally relate to his secondary school horrific events because I, too, had a fair share of my own dark experiences. As things got difficult for him, he knew he had to leave that school. His secret was out already and staying there wasn't safe for him anymore; so something had to be done. In view of that, he knew he had to give his parents a good enough reason to take him out of that hell. He had tried everything already—complained about the bullying, extortion and intimidation students faced, the poor conditions of the hostels, everything. But those never worked so he resorted to truth-telling. He told his mom he found himself having feelings for another boy in his class and felt the need to tell her because he knows it is a big problem and he was probably sick. Of course, you'd expect that they were both crying their eyeballs out at this point and he said his mom remained silent for a few minutes, just crying; few minutes that felt way longer than a year.

"It must have been so much torture having to see your mother go through that but why does it always have to be that way? Why must it have to be such a painful experience in trying to find happiness? In trying to find love? In trying to feel accepted?" I had asked. He smiled and shook his head as if in disappointment and continued talking.

"After she was done having her moment of brief pain with tears, she opened her heart to acceptance and with that, she gave me a big hug, smiled and there was never a mention of that moment ever. I never understood how I garnered up the courage to open up to my mom and also the fact that she didn't kill me is still an unsolvable mystery."

"She makes weird jokes sometimes," he added.

"And I know it's her special way of telling me to always be careful. She's loved me more ever since and I don't understand why and I can't ask her why, at least not yet. I love the direction things have gone towards so far. I'm too scared to mess it up. I can't fuck it up."

With this story, I felt so much ease; I felt lighter like some fat bag of rice was lifted off my back. I was genuinely happy for him, he had something I wish I had. I still dream of that day.

We split the bill, got up and walked out of the restaurant. I probably carried the biggest smile in the world on my face that night. It was a beautiful day to have met him and I was hoping he felt the same way towards me. As we approached the car, he asked what the plan was for the rest of the night.

I shrugged.

"If you have nothing in mind, we could go back to my hotel room?" He asked.

Of course I saw that coming but when the words flew out of his mouth, they jumped straight into my testicles. I kept giggling, it was so awkward. I was like a 14-year-old virgin finding out about masturbation for the first time. We hopped into the car and drove off. He kept whispering words and making funny faces all the while I was driving. I couldn't make out the exact words he was saying, but I know they sounded hot.

Hehe!

We had stopped at a red light and I saw his hand begin to move toward my thighs. I gave him a cheeky side-eye and a smirk almost as if I was disapproving his attempt to rub on my thighs, but he knew it was all for show. His hands were so cold but the weather here is always parched so having them tenderly rubbing against my skin was quite soothing. I decided to pull over past the traffic lights because things were starting to get a little too intense in there. The streetlights here never work so that was in our favour that night. We made out for a pretty long time, touching, groping and just letting the essence of our homosexual love manifest. His plump lips tasted like red wine and the pineapple flavoured shisha he had smoked. He had a piercing on his right nipple—another massive turn on for me. He had this good boy/calm guy persona from the outside but looking deep inside his soul, I could see the freak in him beginning to show its face. Before things got out of hand on the highway, we decided to head for the hotel. It wasn't very safe to be parked there and commit homosexual peccadilloes, so off we went to the hotel.

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