MY AFFAIR WITH THE PROPHET

I came across the story of pastor Elijah and i must say i identify with it 101% because i have been in a similar situation.



I have always been aware of my sexuality from a tender age but due to my very religious up bringing ( my parents where religious fanatics) i became extremely judgemental over everyone, everything and worst of all, over myself.


It got so bad that sometimes ,i would physically abuse (slap) myself  when i masturbate to the thoughts of another man.



At a point, i thought i was possessed because i could see a man in public and would immediately know he is gay (by just eye contact) and shockingly, i would be right. They will start hitting on me or giving me signals (of which my response will be extremely hostile especially when they make advances).






 Because nothing seemed to happen after i have tried praying the gay away, i  became severely depressed. I had-had just one sexual encounter with a very nice guy i met in a taxi. We had got talking and i ended up following him to his house. Even though i was the one who made the first move on him (he wanted us not to rush into sex but i insisted and persisted), i was the one who cried and lamented the most. Looking back now, i can only shake my head in pity to the man i once was.




Ever since that event (with the guy from the taxi), i was torn with guilt that i vowed to marry immediately i finished youth service. Everyone in my family wasn't in support because they thought i wasn't ready but i insisted. Eventually, i had my way and got married. But the feeling NEVER-EVER left.





Now thinking life was "normal" because i had settled down with a woman, disaster struck. My wife (now ex) and i couldn't conceive. At first, i thought God was punishing me for being gay....but how can God punish me over something i have denounced? it was just so messed up to try to put a blame on something or someone.



We (my ex wife and i ) decided to wait for Gods time. But after the years rolled by, the desperation became severe. My wife (ex) changed churches more than she changed her hair styles and at a point, i got fed up of being forced to do likewise. We started arguing a lot and this created a lot of barrier between us.





One day, my mother in-law (who i dreaded) turned up unannounced and insisted that i start going to the church my wife (ex) had just recently began attending. It was one of these white garment churches. How my "Pentecostal tongue speaking" wife became a bare foot, white garment wearing woman all in the name of child seeking baffled me like crazy.




It was war that day. But since i was just one man against two strongly opinionated women, there was no way i could win. In fact, they had began insinuating that i was the one behind the misfortune because i refused to comply.



So i ended up agreeing to do as they wished.







 Let me also mention that my family cut ties with me because they assumed my wife (ex) charmed me into marrying early and had succeeded to tie me down even as an infertile woman. Worst of all, a family member of mine saw her ( my ex wife) in a dodgy spiritual church place and trouble escalated. But because i was more interested in keeping the title "married man" more than anything else, i used all excuses and called them off.





Boiling with anger for not having a say in my own home even as "the man of the house" i dressed in a white garment and joined my (then) mother in-law and wife to wherever this church was located.




The church was situated in the outskirts of Lagos (just after badagary). When we got there, the service was in full swing. There where people dancing frantically to very loud drums as they clapped so hard it felt deafening.




i was motioned to take off my shoes (which i did) as we stepped in. I had barely found a seat when this ugly, hoodlum looking skinny child danced towards us like he was under some kind of devilish hypnosis. He held couple of palm fronds in his hands which he swung forcefully around; whipping people who never seemed to care (except for the dance and music).






As the rascal approached me with his palm fronds, i looked him in the eye with a "you dare not" stare but to my shock, the bastard whipped me repeatedly as i tried blocking him with my hand. I had just klenched my fist in a nice firm ball and was about to break his jaw when the music and clapping stopped. I was shaking and sweating with anger when an elderly looking man wearing a sash and holding a wand looking stick began praying and in few minutes, the service ended.



My mother in-law went into a room and emerged shortly afterwards as she signalled us (my ex wife and myself) to come into the room.





When we entered the small room, i noticed that it was adorned with many pictures of Jesus, numerous crucifixes  and had a strong smell of incense which almost triggered my asthma. A tall middle aged man dressed in a white gown  (with a purple cape) emerged through a cheap purple satin curtains and greeted us. Immediately we looked at each other, i knew he was gay. Don't ask me how i knew. I just knew.





"God has finally brought him here" he said triumphantly as my wife and mother in-law smiled victoriously.



He asked us to take a seat and began telling me the importance of coming to church and how everything was possible with God.





He began to pray while doing some swaying as he spoke some funny languages which i don't believe was tongue speaking.




He asked me to stand up and ordered my mother in-law and wife to close their eyes so that he could pray over me. He laid his massive hands on my shoulders as he prayed loudly. I just closed my eyes and waited for him to finish his prayer. To my shock, this mans hand ran down my chest and held my penis. I opened my eyes in total surprise. In that instance, my penis sprung up. I quickly looked at my wife and mother in-law in panic as they stood in the corner. But their eyes where tightly shut as they prayed.






I looked at the pastor in utter disbelief as he kept praying ( his eyes which were now opened). As we looked at each other, he had a naughty smirk on his face which made him look wickedly handsome. I felt my cock throb severally as his hands ran up and down my long solid shaft. He licked his lips and shook his head in as if to say "damn this is good".




I was petrified and he noticed how scared i was. He suddenly stopped praying and asked the two women to leave the room and they did without hesitation. As they left, he hurriedly locked the door behind them. Before i knew what was happening, all the many years of suppressed desires where let loose. I was holding a solid built man in my arms and kissing him.





He raised his robe and brought out the most fattest and beautiful penis i have ever seen. I felt the hotness and strength of it as i took it in my hand (which barely could go round it) while my mouth devoured his.





My 9.3 inches dick was already out of my trouser and in not time we where stroking each others cock passionately. I went on my knees and took the prophets cock in my mouth. It was so big that it perfectly matched the magnitude of my greed. His balls where equally big and heavy. They must have been heavy with sperm because when he eventually came (after fucking my mouth seriously), the quantity of juice he released was damn too much. I didn't bother to spit it out. I swallowed every drop. He didn't waste a second to return the favour. He sucked the life out of my dick so good that even after i came in his mouth, i didn't want him to stop. As we embraced and kissed so passionately after we had eased our tension, i could taste our sperm on our tongues.




He handed me a tom-tom sweet and took one himself as we dressed up silently. Before he opened the door, we shook hands and exchanged numbers.  As we stepped out of his tiny office, my mother in-law and wife where already in the car waiting for me. As they saw the prophet and myself walking together, both beamed with smile.



if only they knew what had happened.


As we drove home, it felt weird that i had no iota of guilt. In my mind, i felt my wife (ex) and her mother deserved it because they pushed me to this point.






In less than a week, I was pressured to attend a night vigil in that same church. At first i refused; but when it nearly turned to physical combat between i and the two women, i did as they pleased.




Also at the time, the prophet and i had been talking. He wanted to see me again but i kept coming up with excuses because i was still indecisive.




That night as we got to the church, he spotted me from the pulpit and smiled. My wife waved happily (thinking the smile was meant for her). Since that incident in his office, i could still feel his taste of his kiss on my lips, his warm mouth on my cock, the excess thickness of his cock on my palm and mouth and most of all, i missed the warmth of his embrace. Even though I had wanked several times to that event, i longed for more.






There was a guest minister who was preaching and while the sermon was going on, the prophet and i just kept looking at each other. My dick was so hard and i wanted him to touch and suck me. I told my wife i wanted to go out for fresh air and i walked out into the night.







In few minutes, I saw the prophet outside. He walked up to me and we greeted. As we started talking about the event of our day, we proceeded to take a walk. My dick was tearing my trouser and i guess his was too because he suggested we go a bit further to where there was a block and cement shack situated further away from the church itself (though still in the church premises) .




Once we where out of sight and prying eyes, we were locked in an embrace. He told me he missed me; and even though i knew i missed him more, i couldn't say it. I only held him tight and kissed him dearly. First; we sucked each other as usual and then he lubricated in-between my thighs with saliva and penetrated it while using one hand to wank my cock and the other hand to fondle my nipples. (He penetrated me from behind). As he fucked in-between my laps, i could feel the super girth of his prick. All i imagined was how my ass hole will stretch wide the day he will enter it.





In no time, he released his cum and so did i. We went to my car and talked for a while as we stole several kisses.


In all honesty, this prophet had a calm and almost angelic nature in his personality ( when he is not praying and doing all that religious display).




He told me of his estranged wife and son who where now in America and how there was too much expectations from family for him to follow his fathers foot steps who also happened to also be a pastor.





When i told him my struggle towards self acceptance, all he said was – “you cannot be wiser than nature”.



As time went on, i was driving all the way down to the church to meet the prophet. We also met in hotel rooms for hot sex. He was so good in love making that he was able to finally penetrate me with his very giant dick. He also had such a sweet ass hole that i could fuck forever if given the chance. He could ride a dick like a porn star and fuck my brains sore.






The problem in my home didn't get any better. My wife was spending more day and nights out and i, on the other hand, was in a full blown affair with the prophet.




But before i decided to start my affair with the prophet (accept his proposal to be his lover), i had met the little rascal who whipped me in church on two occasions. One was in my house and the second time was close to my house. I later got to find out ( from the prophet) that this little boy was sleeping with my wife even without the consent of the prophet.


When i confronted her, she didn't blink an eye. Rather she (and her mother) attacked me saying that i couldn't perform as a man and that was the last straw. i sent her packing and dissolved the marriage.




At this point in my life, Am done with living in denial and fear. Not like am "OUT" but i have decided to do what makes me happy. Even if its having an affair with a man.




 I cant recover the years i wasted in regret but at least i can make the best out of what is ahead.









written by

Sir K.