COUNTRY BOY AND CITY BOY

I hated going to the village. Infact I can’t remember when last I went. Anytime there was an opportunity to travel, I always dodged it. Until  It happened that my father passed away and it was an absolute necessity we all had to travel , stay and observe all the  funeral rites. I had to psyche myself over and over to prepare myself for the endless days that seemed to await me.

My only compensation was that I will be away from the reach of sesugh my now becoming ex.  I had caught him pants down with femi a friend of his whom he had swore was straight. That wasn’t even the issue. The shock was that sesugh was getting fucked. Yes o!!!  Sesugh who always portrayed alpha male, said over his dead body will he ever bottom. sesugh who for 3 years refused me to top him. The two times we attempted it, he screamed and pleaded I stop  even when the head of my dick had barely gotten inn. Not like my stuff is even big o! .

Seeing femi fucking him on low doggy style didn’t need any Angel Gabriel annunciation that this wasn’t his first bottom experience nor their first time. He took femi like a pro. I sat on the floor and wept for hours. The humiliation was unbearable.  It turned out that my sesugh was in a relationship with femi way before we met. He’d told femi I was “just a close family  friend” he suspects to be gay  and nothing more.

REALLY??????.....like...SERIOUSLY?????

. Femi asked him right in front of me and sesugh swallowed his tongue. How i got back home that day was a miracle.

What would I tell my parents?

Sesugh was practically family.

My mum loved him like her own and my siblings were all fond of him. In fact our mothers became friends and started a business together. I couldn’t believe I have been deceived by the person who meant everything to me.

As usual, with every cheating ex who was caught, sesugh came begging with tears. Gifts, calls, messages and all sorts of  promises came flying.

I was too hurt to believe a thing even though deep inside me I wanted to believe he was sorry. I told him never to come to my house again.

Even when my dad passed away and we had a prayer gathering in my house, I made sure I avoided him by pretending I was busy when he came to pay condolence visit with his mother.

My entire world was literally splitted  in two,  each half crumbling to dust each passing minute.

Everyone knew something was going on. My nosey sister who had noticed the tension between us asked me what was the matter and I lashed out at her to mind her business.

Sesugh came into my room during the house service and knelt down. He said femi has broken up with him and am the only one he’s got left. In the process of begging me he took my face in his hands and kissed me. I couldn’t even push him away...just to show you how weak he got me.

Sesugh was hot.

He was a catch.

Sex with him was amazing.

He was the ideal boyfriend....well...so I thought. It took me planet Jupiter to disengage from him.

“I need space....please would you give it to me?"

I asked in earnest. 

Sesugh and I knew each other like the back of our hands.

Our voice tone was our thermometer to Know what was seriously “for real” and what wasn’t even without shouting or throwing tantrums. He got up and left the room...leaving me sobbing like never before.

Few days later, we went on a convoy to the village and as we drove through the red earth, I happen to notice a striking handsome dude about my age on a bicycle. He immediately caught my eyes and had such a bright smile as he waved as if he knew me. I didn’t respond. I simply looked away. Maybe it was all these village boys who waved at anyone they saw in a car i had thought .

When we drove into our compound and began off loading items from the car, I noticed this same guy who I had seen on the bicycle standing with in  front of our gate looking at me but this time, without a smile. Still; I didn’t pay him any attention. My mind was all messed up to notice anything or anyone. My boyfriend was a liar and my dad was dead. As long as I was concerned, the world had come to an end.

Cest fini.

A day before my father was laid to rest was the wake keep. And like every Nigerian knows , it was the D-day when booze and food flowed in abundance.

I had gone to the city with my cousins to fetch some drinks and on our way back , our car broke down. It wasn’t a great distance from my compound so we had to push the car all the way.

Some boys who where playing football in the village field had come to our aid after seeing us struggle with the car. I once again noticed the same guy on the bicycle.

He was sweating and shirtless.

He seemed a bit reluctant to help because he hesitated a bit to join the other village boys. As he approached, I couldn’t help but notice his hairy muscled bow leg and rich dark hair that arrayed themselves on his solid 6 packed stomach.

He didn’t make any eye contact with me and seemed to have a certain look on his face. Once we got to our compound, my mother insisted they all stayed to drink and eat in other to show her appreciation. Everyone except him did. In fact he seemed indifferent and in a hurry to leave despite his friends kept calling him as he walked away.

That night as the wake keeping went on, I felt a Hallow in my soul. I had found a spot at the furthest canopy and was going through sesugh’s text messages. All the ones that teleported me to the moon and made me swoon with joy. Hot tears came rolling as I tried forcing myself to delete them. Immediately , my sister walked up to me and told me someone wanted to talk to me.

I just wasn’t in the mood for condolence greetings...but she insisted that I come with her. As she held my hand and dragged me along towards the back of the house, my feet froze. Standing not too far from me was sesugh dressed in our family uniform. The fucking nerve.

“see....whatever you people are fighting over, today is the day you will settle”

my sister said as she pulled me towards him and walked away.

“what is wrong with your eyes”?

He asked me...

”and what are you doing here?” I  fired back.

“haba...I drove mum over naw...” he pleaded back.

“see....I miss you so much...everybody is noticing something is going wrong with me”

......I felt raw anger rise to my hair.

“so it’s all about how you feel right?”

to my Surprise, sesugh began to kneel down.

Haaaaa!!!!

Not in my village o!

"What will people say?"

"Are you mad?"

"What are you doing ?" -  I asked frightfully.

“I  don’t care baby” was his reply.

“how could you”??? I screamed in tears and stormed off.

As I was sobbing and making my way to a safe spot where I could lament , I passed a group of men drinking. Seeing me in tears, one of them called after me and I turned around in full anger and screamed - 

“FUCK OFF!!!!!"

In that split second I screamed, I locked eyes with same bicycle guy. He was starring blankly at me. It sort of seemed i was screaming at him even though I doubted he was the one who called me. I walked into a dark corner of my late step grand mothers house and cried my misery away.

After the interim of my dad, things eased up. There was peace and tranquillity and lots of visitors had dispatched.

I decided to go for a long walk to clear my head and reflect on my life. It was one of those moments when you start questioning yourself and figuring out your sexuality and how it all started. And then the memories came Pouring.

I think I was 7 years old when I had my first experience.

I had followed my now late cousin to the stream and had met this particular boy who had caught small fishes and left them swimming in his bucket. I had begged him to give me one of them but because I had no bucket, he promised me he will bring it to my house and he kept his words.

I remember seeing him walking into my compound  gently carrying a large bowl of water.  We became inseparable friends instantly. I also remembered that a day before my family left back to the city, I went to tell him I was leaving and he began to cry. He shoved me away when I tried cleaning his tears with my palms. I innocently took his face In my both hands and assured him I will return.

I don’t know who made the first move but we did kiss and laid on each other stark naked.

I still remember the room and the smell of goats coming from the window which faced the back yard.

I also remembered how hard the wooden bed was and how the thin mattress did little or no comfort.

  I couldn’t believe this was over 20 years ago. Indeed how time flies.

Nostalgia crashed on me as I found myself at a familiar junction. This was the junction which led to ebika’s house....was that really his name?...I walked down the path and each step I took seemed pretty familiar.

As I entered the compound, it was deserted. I looked around to see if I could find anyone to ask after him and then I saw a teenage looking girl who had just came out from one of the buildings and was heading out the compound.

I quickly called her attention and as I was asking her if she knew ebika, the bow legged athletic guy stepped out from a building at the other end of the compound and was collecting clothes which hung on a wire. He froze as he saw me.

The girl simply pointed to him as I mentioned his name and walked away.

As if scales fell from my eyes, i now could recognise him. How dumb had I been.

No wonder he keep looking at me.

As I summoned up courage to walk towards him, he continued to remove the clothes on the wire. I greeted him and he greeted back.

But still not looking at my face. I apologised for not recognising him earlier but he still kept  doing what he was doing.

After a while, he replied

“I understand”.

As he walked passed me, he said “you’re welcome.

Please come inside”.

I studied his face as he sat like a king on a chair across me after He’d kept the clothes inside the room. Hairy strong athletic thighs spread apart, firm looking hands resting on the arm rest of the chair, handsome face which held strong wise eyes and bushy side burns that marched up to a head full thick hair made him look like a proper cover page model.

... “what do I offer you Charlie” ?

He asked.

‘You still remember my name?"

I asked in Suprise.

Eyes smiling more than his lips , ebika said he would not forget me easily.

I declined his offer for refreshments and then we began talking. He had lost both  parents and lived in the city with his uncle who he was learning trading under .

But things went pretty bad. His uncle fell on hard times and closed his business so he had  no option but to return to the village. After a while, he stood up and said he had a suprise for me. Wondering what it was, he returned with three items that shocked me beyond belief.

Placed on the center table was a crayon set, a tin tin colour book and a toy car. I had given them to him as a thank you gift for the fish and also a parting gift. I then remembered I wrote “I love you” at the back page of the colouring book. I took the book and checked; and there it was....my scruffy scribbled writing.

I began to weep. Weep at my innocence. Weep for the child I was and the hurt man I have become.

Ebika stood up and sat beside me on the arm rest of the chair.

His hands came across my Shoulder to comfort me as I cried uncontrollably.

“why Charlie? What is it?"

He asked honestly.

I just couldn’t help myself. After what seemed like eternity, I finally decided to speak.

I said It all...sesugh, my fears, my sexuality....I spared no information.

He patiently listened as he starred at the floor and and Nodding slowly as I spoke. His arms never leaving me.

“what do you want to do now” he finally asked after a long silence.

‘I don’t know....i can’t trust him again....I don’t Think I can love again infact “.

“but you cannot do without love” he said softly.

"am sorry you had to go through this but see this as an opportunity to learn what love isn’t and is”.. we spent some time together and I left back home.

  That night I could not stop thinking about him. I was about having dinner when my mother called me to tell me there was someone looking for me. I went to see who it was and a thousand butterflies exploded In my stomach.

It was ebika.

He said he was just passing by and decided to stop over to check if I was okay . .although I could swear it wasn’t entirely true, I thanked him. We walked to an empty  primary school and sat down on the window. It was very dark. As we talked, his hands found mine and we held. He told me he was worried that I might go back to sesugh because I had told him am weak for him.

He told me that he had been waiting for my return all these years and my gift where his prized possession.

I felt a deep love for him.

He went further to explain that he is not gay and that I was the only guy he has ever kissed or felt Something special for.  Tears streamed down my face.

"what is it charlie?" .......what do you want’? He asked me.

“I just want to be happy...I want to be loved”. Turning my face to face his, he used his palms to dry my tears just like I did to him many years ago .

“don’t cry”...he said softy.

“i will love you the best way I can “.....a deep sense of security flooded into me and then his lips met mine..and cautiously our tongues United.

It was a brief soft kiss that came from our heart. He kissed my forehead and held me close to him as I rested my head on his strong shoulder.

We held hands as he walked me home.

“can i sleep at your place?"

I asked him .

“anything you want “ he replied.

As we got to my gate, I saw my cousin outside and told her to inform my siblings that incase my mum was to ask after me, that they should tell her am at my uncle’s house ...a necessary lie.

I could not sleep alone that night.

Not after this wonderful feeling. We held hands and walked down the dark road with no one paying us attention. As we got to his house , ebika turned to me and ran his hands tenderly on my chest. His eyes met mine and I could see his entire story in them. 

Though they held too much pain, they also held faith Confidence and raw Determination.

I touched his side burns and looked into his loving eyes.

"you’re not alone ebika” I said to him.

And then he held me close and wept with Deep sighs of sorrow. He was slightly taller than me and bigger in stature too. I couldn’t help but weep with him. And then we began to giggle.

And then we kissed. Deeply this time. He allowed me touch him and kiss his body as he laid with his eyes closed.

His dick was curved like a banana but handsomely smooth and hand filling. I sucked him and he moaned. I rimmed his hairy ass and he kept laughing as I did that.

I sat on his dick and slowly let him into me. He sat up after few thrusts and kissed me lovingly . With his left hand he held me close and lifted me while his right hand supported our landing as he turned on me.

He made real passionate love to me. Feeling him inside me felt like a divine moment. 

As he was about to cum, he looked into my eyes as he shot loads of hot cum into me. We held for a while and them he started kissing my body. Sucking on each nipples and then my erect dick. He did his best even though it wasnt perfect. Then his mouth found my ass.  Though He’d just cum inside me, he rimmed me. And rimmed me well.

He was good at Copying absolutely everything I did to him. As he tried to sit on my dick, the squinting on his face wasn’t a pretty sight and even Though I tried to stop him, he refused. After what seemed like forever, he managed to get me inside him. He was extremely tight. His beautiful muscle body was a wonderful sight to behold as he rode me to climax.

We slept in each others arms and in the morning we bathed together and he fucked me standing. Once he came, he turned around for me so I could have him too. I spent two months in the village and after the funeral rites were completed, i promised to come get him once I found a place of my own.

Ebika now stays with me and runs my father’s business along side me and my brothers. We both own few businesses as well and also stay together. As for sesugh, I learned he’s back to femi. Good for him.

Written by

  Joe C.