MY FATHER IS HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH MY FRIEND

Hello teebeelicious, 

I want to first of all say a big THANK YOU for this platform. It's the first of its kind and am happy there's an avenue for we queer people to share our stories.


I know this is not an erotic story but if you  could  please publish it, it would help because am in a confused state. 

I had met Harold in my third year at the University. He was attending my campus fellowship for the first time and had stood up with other new members to be welcomed. I was awe struck by his gorgeous looks. He was light skinned, tall, had a magnificent build (muscular but in a soft fleshy way) and had a beautiful pair of grey eyes. 

I instantly liked him.

After the fellowship, I walked up to him and introduced myself. As we got acquainted, I got to find out he wasn't even catholic. One of our members (a female) had pestered him to come to our fellowship and from the look of things, She had brought him along to flaunt.

She was over him like saliva on the tongue and Clearly, he was fed up. He kept making boring faces at me (when she wasn't looking) and this made me giggle like crazy. Thankfully, someone called her attention and immediately, he took his chance to escape. Being thirsty, I followed him. 

We quickly became friends and honestly, i  was seriously crushing over him.

I got to know he was older than me with about 10 years (if not more) and was seeing himself through school because he had promised his late father that he would be a graduate

Because of the age gap, it became more like a - "big brother - lil bro" friendship 

Harold was always a shoulder to lean on and my voice of reasoning. His patience and soundness of mind was incredible.  Also, at the time, I was having serious troubles at home that was really affecting me and he was always by my side to encourage me.

  I fell very hard for him. He was beautiful inside and out. I would sit and droll over his amazing looks and physique and watch the fat buldge on the crotch of his shorts bounced around as he ran when he played football at the school field.

I did everything within my capacity ( including giving him money) to woo him but he never was forthcoming. Even when i started trying to touch or cuddle next to him, he would just laugh and move away from me. Sometimes, he will kindly tell me to stop. Never for once was he rude or violent towards me 

One day, we had a candid talk and he opened up to me. He was actually  gay but 100% bottom (like me). He also told me he was strictly into older men and guys below his age was a big "NO" for him. 

I felt rejected and shattered hearing this because he looked every inch my dream top and I was hoping we would somehow date or he would at least fuck me out of pity. But obviously, that wasnt going to happen.

Anyways, I was able to get over the disappointment and accepted him as my school mother. Lol.

He graduated before me and had started living with his aunt. She began demanding he contributed to the house even when he wasn't working and this made life hell for him. Eventually, she kicked him out and he had no where to go. 

Despite  I had my final exams approaching (and the least I wanted was any distractions) and My boyfriend ( who I had just started dating at the time) was very jealous over a hot guy like Harold as my friend -  even when I told him he was bottom ( which he didn't believe), - i asked him to move in with me.

One day, my father paid me a birthday surprise visit in school and he was surprised seeing a grown man  in my room. Dad didn't hesitate to start asking questions and because i know how he can be sometimes, I had to immediately come up with a lie.

 I told my dad that Harold was the one who accommodated me in my first year when I had serious accommodation issues in school (which he (my dad) was aware of) and because his place just got demolished, I had no choice but to reciprocate his kindness by letting him stay with me.

My dad asked him less embarrassing questions and instructed Harold to give him a call in a couple of days. 

Days later, Harold had good news. Being the extremely benevolent man my dad can be, he made one of his properties available for Harold to move into as well as got him a job. 

He finally moved out and life became bearable for me. After my final exams, I moved back home (on parents request) and because boyfi (boyfriend) and I needed privacy to do our business, We began using Harold's house as our hook up joint.  

It was a two bedroom flat so Harold allowed us use the spare room. I should have put two and two together the first day I saw my dad's clothes in his wardrobe. I had ran out of lube and since Harold kept his bedroom unlocked, I decided to check his room.

At first , I thought my dad was secretly using the flat before Harold moved in and had left his clothes behind. But when I remembered that the flat was completely renovated immediately the former occupant had move out, i asked Harold via text message about the clothes and he told me my dad gave them to him. 

I was confused. Both men had different body sizes. My dad 

Was a thick built man and though shorter than Harold, has more body mass. Although it didn't add up, I didn't bother. 

From that day I saw the clothes, i noticed a change in Harolds behavior. He started locking his room and would keep lubes and everything  I might need in the spare room. Somedays, he will come up excuses why my boyfriend and i couldn’t come around . I really didnt read much meaning into it. Infact, i felt we were taking advantage of his kindness even though the property was my dad's.

My boyfriend and i eventually traveled abroad to do our masters ( a plan we worked together to accomplish) and occasionally, myself and Harold would video call. I knew he was seeing someone but no matter how I pressured him to tell me who it was, he won't tell. Once I had video called him and he was in the toilet. Because of his facial expression, I cracked a joke asking him if he just got fucked hard. In that same moment, I could swear i heard a voice like my dad's in the background asking if he'd been injured. Though my subconscious registered the voice, my mind didn't pick it up because the thought of my dad fucking my friend was inconceivable.

Harold abruptly ended the call and I just assumed he was just being secretive.

(A little insight about my family as mentioned earlier) 

My mother is a hard core religious fanatic to the point that everyone in my house (including my dad and siblings) avoided her. Because she was fond of fighting and accuse us of ganging up against her if we don't follow her to one of her numerous churches, i took it upon myself to follow her and this made me her favorite. She got diagnosed with a terminal illness and no matter how much we begged her to go for treatment, she would rather go to her pastors and accuse us of being used by the devil. She got a promotion and had to move state (so i thought) but despite how we pleaded with her to consider her health, she outrightly refused. This situation really broke my heart.

Unfortunately, my mother's illness claimed her life and things went south. Her family had started accusing my dad that he had a hand in her death. Apparently, it turned out she had told her family that her mother-in-law (my late grandmother) put a spell on her to make her sick. Also, some of my dad's family members who were jealous of him/us took mum's family side to torment my dad. They even went as far as demanding to know whatever investment mum had. According to them, her children should not be the only benefactors of her acquired wealth.

It was just a terrible mess.

Family members who i always assumed were cool with us suddenly became demons and wolves. 

I had to come home for the burial and Harold was the one who came to pick me from the airport.  Due to the ongoing madness and drama, I fell very sick and couldn't continue to stay at home. Harolds place was the only safe haven for me so I moved to his place.

A day to my departure, my curiosity got the best of me. Harold had taken sleeping pills because he has been very actively involved with the whole funeral planning and it had taken a massive toll on him. Since he was fast asleep, I decided to check his phone to see who this mystery lover of his was. A move i will regret. 

As a computer engineer, unlocking his phone wasn't a big deal. As i went through his gallery, my jaw dropped. 

There was a file dedicated to himself and my dad. From photos of them attending events together to vacations abroad and even videos.

I watched in disbelief to a video of my dad attempting a cartwheel in a beach somewhere abroad as he argued and bragged to Harold ( who was recording) how he could still execute the stunt. Never in my entire life have I seen my dad as happy as a child. 

There was also a video of a very big fat dick fucking a smooth fair well oiled bubble butt which i knew without a doubt belonged to Harold. My dad was the one recording. He was telling Harold how he had the best hole and how he loved fucking him. He removed his enormous penis from his hole and began to rim him while using his lips to pull the protruding flesh around his rectum before inserting his dick back inside. 

Another video showed Harold kneeling as a huge black dick urinated on him. There was one of him receiving facials. I heard my dad groan and moan as he ejaculated thick white cum in large quantity all over Harolds handsome face- which he eventually kissed passionately without minding his sperm. 

It was when i read their chats on whatsapp that my entire world crashed. There were too many secrets in my family that I didn't even know about. 

Among the few information I got was that many years ago, dad had hired investigators on my mum and discovered that one of the churches she was heavily donating to, was Pastored by her ex Boyfriend. He sent Harold the picture of the man and I instantly recognized him. i had followed  my mum to visit him several  times in the past and most times, my mum will ask me to wait in the car or give me money to hang out and come for her in couple of hours. 

Apparently, They have been having an affair for many years and my mom worked her transfer to the same state this pastor moved his church to. 

Also, my dad was facing serious financial problems and Harold was the one supporting him (and even me in school). I found out my elder brother told my dad I was gay and was living with my lover in school. He even sent my dad several pictures (which he sent to Harold)  he'd gotten from my social media of me and my boyfriend together. Imagine the fool reporting me after impregnating 3 girls and was arrested for gang rape as far back as in secondary school !!!!!!! 

THE FUCKING NERVE!!!! 

 My dad asked Harold if I was gay and thankfully, he addressed it in such a way that wasn't a "yes" or "no" answer. He spoke highly of me ,commended my dad for raising me well And urged him to love and support me regardless. Among my siblings, I was the least troublesome and my dad saw that as a huge relief. 

I also got to know that another brother of mine who had claimed that one of my dads car was stolen, actually sold it. He also forged a cheque of several millions withbthe help of My elder sister who was a manager to one of my familys major business  and when  they were caught, they claimed they did so because they wanted to start a business.  Because my mum supported their actions, dad had no say. No business was floated by them.

From the chat also, It seemed my dad had gay sex out of curiosity because he kept saying he never imagined himself doing such.  

How I kept my cool until I left Nigeria is nothing short of a miracle.  Even when my dad and Harold came with me to the airport, it was difficult to look at them smiling and waving me goodbye as I boarded.

I feel very betrayed that my dad could trust Harold with sensitive family matters that i have no clue  about. 

Mind you, this was just chat messages. What about face to face discussions they're having?

 My boyfriend is telling me  two adults doing whatever they want is none of my business. But for goodness sake, this is my dad and my so called best friend.  

I don't know who to blame. 

My mum and siblings for giving my dad hell Or Harold for introducing him to gay sex?

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