MY FRIENDS FATHER

Chima was my childhood friend and class mate when my parents lived in lagos. I never got to see his parents but he (chima) told me his dad was a lorry driver by day and watch night ( night security guard) at night . His mother had remarried and from time to time, he visits her during the holidays.

At a point in time, chima moved to stay with his mum and we lost contact until many years later when i had finished university and moved to the east to work.

My landlord’s wife put to bed and i was invited as well as all the  tenants in the building i resided   to attend their baby dedication service at their church which was assembles of God. I had  arrived the church late because i wasn’t familiar with that part of town the church was located  and had got lost.

When i arrived the church, everywhere was filled and there were no seat available for me. I was about making my way to find a standing spot when someone tapped me. I turned around to face gorgeous man. He was “fine”. Tall, jet black skin, well oiled grey/ black  hair, groomed beard....i was speechless.

He signalled me to seat on his chair and before i could refuse the offer, he’d already stood up in a towering height as he  offered me a hand shake with a lovely smile. His handshake was so strong and firm and  his hands were so large that my entire hands got completely engulfed in his. 

All through the sermon, i couldn’t concentrate. I kept turning around to look at him as he stood at a corner. His eyes kept meeting mine and he gave me such a warm smile that sent my heart racing. I was already falling for him.

During the offering session, we had to walk round the to the alter where the offering basket was laid and there i spotted chima my childhood friend.  He was playing the drums. We recognised each other instantly  and were evidently joyous.

After church service, i first made my way to greet the gorgeous  stranger who offered me his seat. He told me his name was Bernard  and we Exchanged numbers.  His warmth was too sweet that i really wanted to know him.

After I’d rounded up with him, i quickly made my way to the alter to meet my lost but found friend. The whole choir team were praying so i had to wait. We hugged and shouted and laughed...it was so good to see the man he had become. He told me he still resided at lagos but worships at that church  anytime he comes to visit his dad. 

“come greet popsi” he said as he led me to the end of the church where a group of  elderly men sat in a circle talking and my new found crush was among them paying attention to the man talking. I was dumb struck when chima walked up to him, whispered in his ear as he got up excusing himself from his church committee.

“daddy meet my friend from primary school ” chima introduced. “aahhhhh you don’t mean it....what a small world” he said as we hugged (he had  to stoop to hug me). His warm embrace felt like heaven . Honestly chima must look like his mother because there was absolutely nothing to show  he took after his father.

Unfortunately, chima was leaving for lagos that same day. Father and son had insisted i stay for a while when i had dropped them over at their residence and it turned out chima’s  dad’s  house wasn’t too far from where i lived. In his living room i saw no photos on the wall of a woman to indicate he was married. All that was displayed was his dad as a very handsome young man, chima and his kid sister  (whom i knew) and aunty joy (his aunty who used to come and pick him from school).  I screamed in excitement when i  recognised her photo on the wall. She was now a grown chubby woman. She still looked pretty and had a resemblance to his dad.

Chimas dad watched us(chima and i ) with smiles on his face while we reminiscenced  about old times . When chima went to get some food from the kitchen, i looked at his dad who had now changed into house clothes. He looked huge, fit and strong. The chinos baggy  shorts he wore sat on him handsomely so did the shirt. All i could do was stare at him. I was going crazy for him.

I stayed in chimas house until it was time for him to leave. I took him to the airport and we parted ways promising to keep in touch. I had called his dad on my way home to tell him he had boarded and when he said “thank you dear”, i spontaneously replied “you welcome dear”. immediately,  i corrected myself . “am sorry...i meant ‘sir’”.i stammered. “sorry for?” he asked sounding confused. “i called you dear by mistake sir” i replied. He roared with laughter. “don’t be silly” he said. “are you on your way home now?” he required. “yes sir” i replied. He asked me to be safe and let him know when i got home. Once i got home, i did exactly as he recommended and he urged me to keep in touch.

For three days i nervously thought about the idea of starting a conversation with chima’s dad. I started with a “good morning” text and immediately, his call came inn.  He asked me why he hasn’t heard from me for a while and i told him i didn’t want to bother him. Once again he laughed so hard. He told me that it wasn’t a disturbance to reach him and Encouraged me to visit sometime; but also Indicating what his week schedules entails and his availability.

Few days later, i stopped over and he was excited to see me and insisted we ate his dinner together. Despite my declining, he insisted and i had no choice but to join him. While we ate, He asked me about myself, my family, work, love life, childhood experiences etc. It didn’t feel like an interrogation even though i did all the talking while he quietly listened. I completely felt confident and safe with him as i opened up to him.

As i got home that night, i received a text from him thanking me for trusting him and letting me know i have a friend in him.

  We began talking on the phone almost daily as well as chatting on WhatsApp. 

Sometimes when am off work, we’ll drive together in his lorry to the bush market and every time he went alone, he made sure he came back with alot of fruits for me.

I also realised All the farmers and traders in the bush market  where fond of him because of his sense of humour, charming looks and personality. 

I’d spoken to chima on phone severally and he had never mentioned his awareness of my friendship with his dad. Well...since he never mentioned it, neither did i.

One day, Bernard was travelling to his village for a burial and would likely be there for about over a week. I was visibly devastated and no matter how he tried to cheer me up, i couldn’t shake off the thought of not seeing him for that much period of time.  It had been a good 7 months of seeing and being in each others company virtually daily. “How would i cope?” I asked myself.

He promised to keep in touch  as i sat  arms folded on his sofa feeling miserable. He came to sit beside me and playfully shook my shoulder in an attempt to cheer me up but i didn’t smile. He rubbed my hair playfully and tickled me so much that i fell on the floor laughing  .  “i will soon be back” he assured me.

While he was away, our communication never stopped. Text....calls....chats. He kept me posted on all his activities while sending me pictures.

One day while we chatted on WhatsApp, i told him i missed him so much and he replied “i do too”. He asked me where i was and i told him i was in bed thinking of him. He asked for my photo and i sent him.  He then asked me to select my best photos and send to him. I agreed with the only option that he sends his too and he agreed.

For every photo i sent, Bernard had something to tease me about and i too; did same.

He told me i was a handsome man while i told him he was more gorgeous than i was. We began arguing and  teasing each other over who was more good looking . 

“what attribute about me do you like?” he asked. I told him i liked his height, good sense of humour, handsome looks and good heart. He thanked me and replied saying he likes my caring nature.

I requested to see an immediate photo of him and he sent me a pic of his reflection on the mirror in his towel saying he was about to shower. For his age he did have an amazing body and looking closely, i could make out his dick print from the towel. “wish i could shower with you “ i messaged. My heart thumping as i hoped i didn’t go too far.  His response was completely  unexpected. “there’s time for everything. Good night ”. I read this message over 100x.

The next morning, i woke up to see a message from him which  read.. “i have alot to tell you when i return. Have a blessed day and don’t start your day without committing it to our heavenly Father ”.

I was at work when a text message came inn . Bernard was back . WOW!!! He was due to come on Saturday but it was a Thursday. I was so excited.

I ended up Closing very late from work that day and to make matters worse, i had a flat tire and a dead phone on my way home. But i was determined to see my dear friend. 

By the time i got to his place, it was already past midnight. To my surprise, his room light was on and when i knocked, he called my name. OMG!!!! He knew i was the one .

We embraced as tears of joy streamed down my face. He held my face in his hands, kissed my forehead and told me to stop crying because he’s back. I felt love for this man. I immediately called my line manager to inform him i was unwell and he asked me to take the next day off.

Bernard ran hot water for me to bath and just watched me silently as i undressed, took a dump and bathed (i had the intuition that i didn’t have to lock the toilet  door nor hide my nakedness from him).

He offered me a towel and clean clothes which were too big for me.

We quietly watched the news and when it was over, he asked if am ready to go to bed and i said yes.

When we got to his bed room, he turned off the light, undressed himself while saying he doesn’t sleep with clothes on. I didn’t know if i should do same but I did anyways. He asked me to say a prayer and i did....mostly thanking God for safely bringing him back. Bernard gave thanks for the gift of friendship and how happy he had been these recent times.

After we prayed, he asked me to sit up as he did too. With our backs lazily resting on pillows on the bed head, Bernard crossed his hands over my head and placed them on my naked shoulders gently stroking me as he began telling me about his life . He told me how he was forced to drop out of school because he got chima’s mum pregnant and her family had insisted he married her. He was barely 18 years old. He really had a rough time coping with parenthood  and after two children, she left him to remarry. 

The most intriguing part of it all was a story about another male classmate of his whom he loved so much but couldn’t say goodbye to him because he had gone to his parents during the holidays  and they’d refused him from going back to school after it was discovered he had gotten someone pregnant.

According to him, he never had feelings for women and his sleeping with chima ‘s mother was a sort of experiment to “make it go away” because he couldn’t understand nor explain  his deep attraction to another man (his classmate) he said he tried all he could to find his friend but all to no avail. 

Bernard told me that he discarded all thoughts of love and had shut his heart out until i came. He told me how he couldn’t remember when last he felt this happiness and appreciation in his life. I was quite Suprised when he told me he’s been paying very close attention to my conduct and got a new respect for me when I kept our friendship private even from chima.

“thats it my dear” he said as his hands tenderly caressed my flesh. “you make me happy” he whispered in the dark. His warm body beside mine seemed to give me new life. I didn’t know what to say....i simply reached for his hands on my shoulder and led them to my lips. 

I slowly pecked them and softly tongue kissed his hands that have worked so hard for so long with no loving appreciation.

I felt his breath on my neck as his head rested on mine. Turning my face to his, our lips locked passionately. I do consider myself a great kisser but that day, Bernard proved to me i was a learner. His tongue gently explored my mouth while he sucked on them. Our hands explored our naked warm flesh as we kissed.

His mouth was all over me as i quivered in pleasure. I felt my cock in his mouth as i gasped. I grabbed a hand full of hair as i thrusted into his mouth. He laid on me and sure was he heavy.

His cock found its way in between my thighs and i locked them. I could feel his enormous girth as my thighs squeezed his turgid penis. We kept kissing and I gently pushed him away to get the bottle of body lotion on the table. I took a large amount of cream and rubbed it on my thighs and ass while i applied a generous amount on his swollen huge dick as we kissed.

I put his dick back in between my now well moistened slippery thighs as i laid on him and began fucking him. As i humped on his dick while expertly massaging his cock with my thighs, his large hands found my cakes and squeezed them hard. As he pulled my bubble cheeks apart, I could feel his thick fingers insert into my hole. We kissed more intensely as he finger fucked me. As we kissed, i could feel my ass stretch a lot  more and when i felt his hands, i realised that he had worked up 3 thick fingers into my now wet and loose ass.

As he gently rolled over me and expertly parted my legs with his thighs, i could feel his huge cock poking my ass searching for my hole. After few misses, he found it and began gently letting himself inn. Despite I’d just had 3 of his thick fingers inside me which should have opened me up, my ass couldn’t still accommodate his dick easily. I felt so stretched and occupied. “should i stop?” he asked with concern. My hands found his strong thick hairy ass as i gently pulled him towards me encouraging him to go deeper .

Bernard made sweet slow and gentle love to me. He knew his dick was extremely big and had to be gentle. I was stuffed with his big cock and loved it. As he slowly drove into me lovingly, i asked him how he felt beign burried deep inside me. “its so wonderful “ he moaned..   “and you?” he asked....”you’re a dream come true “ i said. He kissed me so passionately as I began feeling his dick offload fountains of his love juice deep in me. He laid on me for a while still having his dick stuck inside me. 

Benard kissed my forehead as he withdrew his fat dick from my gaping worn out  ass. Taking some of his cum from my ass, he moistened up my cock and also did same to his ass. Saddling me, i felt my cock penetrate his tight man hole. My dick literally was crushed in his strong ass as he rode me violently. He was rough as a bottom and i followed his pace. I drove into him very hard as he met every of my thrust. I reached my hands for his broad chest and squeezed on them also pinching his nipples. He moaned so loud.

I now began wanking his still stiff dick as he rode me with vigour. I could feel my cum approaching and i told him i was about shooting. Without saying a word, he held my hand that was on his cock and motioned it in a certain manner as to let me know how he liked been wanked.

In no time, he began he moan so loud as i increased my hand tempo as well as my thrust. No sooner I’d exploded deep in him, his heavy dick shot off sperm that awaited my open mouth as i sat up to welcome it. We kissed again. And laid panting in each others arms.

We went 3rounds each that night and was pretty exhausted at dawn.

Its been three years now myself and chima’s dad has been having this romance affair   and like i said, since chima  hasn’t mentioned it, i wont either.