LIFE AFTER THE STORM

 

The very first time I witnessed a "kito" (set-up) situation was back in secondary school, and it just so happened to involve my very first crush.

My father had been transferred to a new state, which meant my entire family had to relocate. I was enrolled in a new boarding school and found myself in JSS2. Barely a week into my new school life, whispers about a certain "Senior Opubo" filled the air. Everyone seemed to be talking about him, and even my peers in the hostel were wishing he could be their school father. At first, I didn’t think much of it—until I saw him for myself. That's when it all made sense.

One morning during assembly, the principal was absolutely furious about the students' misbehavior. In the middle of his scolding, he suddenly called out a name, and the entire assembly erupted in applause. A chant began, chanting his name—"Opubo"—and with each syllable, they turned it into a word of endearment. As they cheered, a tall, strikingly handsome figure strode to the front. The moment I laid eyes on him, my heart was literally ripped from my chest. It was clear he was a bit shy from all the attention, but he carried himself with an undeniable confidence that made him seem untouchable.

The principal went on and on about how Opubo was the model student—an A student, a champion who represented the school in every competition and came out with star prizes. As the principal spoke, my eyes instinctively wandered to where the senior students were sitting, and it was as obvious as day that many of them were green with envy.

From that moment on, I couldn’t stop thinking about Opubo. I watched as girls threw themselves at him and how junior students scrambled to run errands just to be in his orbit. I was a quiet, shy kid back then, and though I admired him from afar, I never dared to approach.

Then one day, a few of my peers and I were asked to help clean the senior hostel. I was assigned to clear the backyard and while doing my duty, something happened that would stay with me forever. While clearing the grass, I looked up and saw Senior Opubo step out of the hostel—shirtless. His eyes were closed, as if he were sleepwalking or still lost in the haze of sleep. And my God, his body was perfect. Muscular, broad, and strong—he looked like a statue of a god. He wore loose shorts, and it was painfully clear that he was hard.

As I was still struggling to swallow the sight of him, I watched in stunned silence as he casually slipped his hand into his shorts. What happened next left my jaw bouncing on the floor. Absent-mindedly, Opubo pulled out the thickest, longest cock I’ve ever seen in my life. He held it as if it were an adult python as urine gushed out from the hole. After he was done urinating, he wriggled his frightening cock and turned back into the hostel still in his dazed look.

I just there stood transfixed..wondering what it was I’d just saw and how possible a human being could carry such an enormous package. It was in that moment I felt a wetness in my shorts and realised I was seeping precum. I was hard. Very hard.

Since that day, my brain was stuck on a 360 reset. I was never the same.

A few weeks later, I was Busy doing my assignment when I heard a loud commotion. At first, I didn’t care about it until I heard “it is senior OPubo” and instantly, my soul left my body. I rushed out to see what was going on and as we made our way to where people were gathered, my heart broke when I sighted OPubo surrounded by a mob of senior students (his peers) and he was covered in his blood. Despite he was bleeding, they didn’t stop beating him and shouting “Vaseline” - (a slur for homosexuality which students had made-up).

It took the intervention of teachers for the beatings to stop. 

It seemed my world had come to a screeching halt. I was deeply disturbed and worried with what I had witnessed and even though I earnestly prayed for God to intervene, the image of him covered in blood could not leave my mind.

The next couple of days after the incident was truly unpleasant. 

The once celebrated pupil was now a ridicule. Despite still swollen and badly bruised from the beating, and with a big plaster over his head, he was given 40 strokes of the cane by the principal in front of all the students at the assembly. 

“This is a warning to anyone who will dares such” the principal screamed at the top of his lungs- his eyes embodying the true reflection of hate. He had called Opubo a shameful disgrace among so many other terrible names and after he was done, he expelled him. 

I watched his peers and some other student laugh and boo him and even though I knew God would likely forgive them, In my heart, I knew that I wouldn’t. From that day, I  burned with an unquenchable rage against homophobes.

Few days later, on a Monday, as the class prefect of my class, I was taking my class assignments to the staff room to submit to our teacher when I walked passed the principals office. His door was partly opened and inside, sitting with Opubo, was with an elderly man who likely was his father. The man was shaking with rage and even slapped him couple of times. He was screaming all sort of names to OPubo who just bowed his head as tears streamed down his face. As if by some telepathy, he turned to look at me standing at the door and in the moment our eyes met, I saw and felt a sorrow that was too heavy for anyone to bear alone.

That same day, his parents came to remove his things from the hostel and because he had paid his WAEC fees, he was allowed to only come to school and write his exams; not take classes.

Fast forward- over 10 years later. I went to a restaurant to celebrate with my business associates over a deal we’d locked. One of the girls who accompanied my business partner was truly being a bitch and was complaining about absolutely everything. From the air-conditioner, to the interior decor of the place, even to the food- nothing was “good enough” for her. 

The waiters evidently, were tired of going back and forth with her ridiculousness and had informed the manager who then came to our table to apologise. 

The manager was a tall, very able bodied and disturbingly handsome man and everyone on the table especially the women noticed. Even the witch causing the commotion forgot herself and was smiling like a saint. 

As he was talking, I could not shake off the thought that he looked very familiar.And then I saw the scar on his head - on the exact spot he had the plaster back in school and it came- “Opubo”. I  said his name immediately I remembered who he was and he was surprised. 

Though he had aged, he still had his charming looks.

He searched my face as if trying to remember where he knew me and when I called our secondary school, I could see tension flicker in his eyes. I quickly told my colleagues how fantastic he was back in school as an outstanding student. Even though I spoke highly of him, and he was shy, I could still see the same sorrow I saw in his eyes back in the principals office when he was with his father. 

I collected his number, gave him my business card, and before I left, I made sure I tipped him handsomely while ensuring all my friends did same. He was surprised and expressed his gratitude.

That same day, I called him and he was happy to hear from me. I asked him where he was and he told me he was just rounding up from the restaurant. I asked if we could catch up and he asked me to meet him at another lounge in about an hour.

On getting there, he was already seated and waiting. I noticed he’s had change of clothing and was looking fresh. 

As we shook hands,he explained that he had been on his feet all day working and desperately needed a shower and change of clothes. 

As I settled and we ordered drinks, he studied my face for a moment and said he could not remember my face from school.

I smiled and told him I was only an admirer from a distance. His brow raised in surprise at the word “admirer” and I could tell he “understood” what I was talking about as well as what I am.

I noticed he shifted uncomfortably but i only smiled and told him point blank that I had a massive crush on him.

Of course I was bold about it. We are both grown men and knew “what’s up”. No need to dance around the apple tree.

“He smiled shyly and said-“ but that was then. I’m an old man. The stress of life has erased all the cuteness of youth”. He was dismissive.

I assured him he still had his charm and looks and he giggled- his smile broadening.

“So, I assumed you were there when it happened”. He continued.

“You mean…” I added while pointing to the location of his scar on my head.

He stiffened a bit and instantly, sorrow, fear, and anger flashed in his eyes but quickly vanished.

He shook his head as he recollected his torment and I could tell he was fighting back tears. 

“How did it happen?” I asked gently.

His mouth opened and shut. And then, the tears fell. He stood up and said he would rather we talk in a private place than in the lounge so, we went to sit in my car and after what felt like forever, he started to speak.

Turned out he had been fooling around for a while with a classmate of his who also was his first love and this same person was the one who orchestrated the set-up.  

His father had disowned him and he moved in with his aunt who practically used him like a house boy, maltreated him, and even Went as far as sexually abusing him. He never went to the university and was just managing to get by in life. 

I was moved to tears hearing him narrate what happened and I let him know how badly It had affected me as well. 

When I asked about the current situation of his family, he broke down again.

Turned out he never made peace with father before he passed away and all his siblings had cut him off except one- his sister. Her husband owned the restaurant he was managing. 

From the way he was weeping, I knew I could not leave him by himself. I asked him to follow me home and though he refused at first, he eventually agreed. 

Thankfully, the next day was Sunday and we both weren’t working. 

When we got home, I told him to get comfortable. I wanted to give him a pyjamas but he asked for only a short and I gave him one. I left him in the living room and went to shower. When I returned , he was scanning through Netflix. He asked me to suggest a movie and I chose “legend”. 

“Do you smoke weed?” I asked and his face lighted up. Turned out he smokes too.

I got my stuff and he expertly rolled us a nice blunt. I also poured us some whiskey and in no time, we were high as a kite.

“Do you still have a big fucking dick?” I asked him pointing blank and didn’t give two shits.

“Da fuck!!” He exclaimed.

“How do you know?” He asked.

I narrated how I saw him at the backyard urinating back in school and his mouth opened in shock. He said he could not remember anything like that happening. 

“Bro, you’re my very first man crush. And you are the one who made me realise who I am” I confessed. And that was my truth.

“He studied my face for a while and then asked -“what do you want?”

Without thinking, I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He was about saying something but I raised my hand indicating I was still talking and hadn’t finished.

“I also have a need” I continued.

“Which is?” He asked… his eyes piercing my soul like sharpened daggers.

“I want to love you. And If I can, I want to heal me by healing you” I replied.

He looked confused. 

I explained to him that seeing what was done to him back in school created a big vacuum in my soul because I felt guilty for not standing up for him. Instead of doing something, I stood and watched like everyone else. Also, I felt a knowing in my spirit the day our eyes locked while I walked passed the principals office that we had a destiny and Despite the years gone by, i hadn’t forgotten him…not even in my prayers. I had tried looking for him but all to no avail. 

He broke into a laughter and said it was the weed and alcohol talking. I told him I wasn’t speaking under the influence and meant what I said.

“So you’re saying it’s your prayers that has kept me going or what?” He mocked. But despite how hard he tried to lighten things, I could tell he was feeling vulnerable and was trying to mask it. 

Gently, I removed the glass from his hand, put it on the table, and asked for a hug. He just stared at me as tears just welled up in eyes. I took him in my arms and as he held me tight, he began sobbing.

Without being told, I knew this was years and years of pain being released.

I don’t know how long he cried for but by the time we made it to the room, he was already fast asleep while occasionally sniffing as I cuddled him. Shortly afterwards, I slept off. 

The next morning, I woke up to find him starring at me as he sat on the chair close to my bed.

“Hey, good morning. what’s up?” I greeted. 

He smiled faintly and said -“I dreamt about you last night and I think I remember who you are”.

“Really?” I asked. 

“Yes” he responded.

He said he dreamt his father came to school because the principal informed him that he had failed all his exams. And just as he was about to be punished, he saw me standing at the door carrying all his books. I had told him his exams have been marked already and he had passed. 

“You are the guy who was carrying books at the door right?” He asked. 

I simply nodded. 

“Well…you have found me” he said casually as he got down to the floor and started excercising. 

As he carried on, I made the bed and went to the kitchen to fix us something to eat. Shortly afterwards, he joined me to help prepare the meal and as we did, we reminisced about the teachers and school life back then. 

Because of the scandal, Opubo never had a social media profile. He said he had ran into some classmate of his but pretended like he didn’t know who they were. Through my social media account, he started searching for old classmates of his just to know what they now looked like.

After we finished eating and were doing the dishes, he joked about how natural it felt doing things together as if we’ve been married for years. And I agreed. 

“When do you want me to give you what you said you wanted last night?” He asked casually as he cleaned the dishes.”….because I’m dying to have it too” he added- still sounding as if he was talking about the weather.

“I’m ready when you are “ I answered.

“ sure? Cos I’m good to go here and now”

“You mean….?”

“I mean here…in this kitchen. Right now” he sounded serious.

Instantly, my dick got hard and the pyjamas i wore exposed me to him.

“That’s what I’m talking about” he murmured to himself as he saw my cock standing for him. He walked up to me and asked me to show him.

I didn’t protest. I simply pulled down my trousers and his large warm hands gently wrapped around my stiff meat.

As he slowly stroked me, he asked if I loved to kiss and I said “yes”.

“What else do you like babe?” He cooed.

I told him how I loved having my nipples sucked and played with, how I loved my hole ate, how I loved getting fucked….

“How do you like getting fucked babe…?” He came very close…..his lips inches away from mine.

At this point, I had lost my voice. I was trembling with pleasure and he knew it.

“I like is slow…but hard…deep…” I managed to say.

“I like that too” he responded.

“You asked if I was still big right?” 

I nodded.

“See for yourself” 

Without wasting a second,I reached down and felt his piece and gosh…he was massive. Fat, long, and strong like concrete.

I kept gasping “wow” as I pulled out his coke bottle sized prick and held it in my hand. It was truly a handful.

Taking my face in his hands, he pulled it to his and we shared our first kiss.

It was a deep, passionate and connecting in levels beyond words.

“Are you just going to hold it or what?” 

Now feeling totally horny, I forcefully pulled down his clothing and took his precum dripping cock into my warm throat as he gasped softly and tenderly caressed my head while urging me to take more of his meat down my throat.

I sucked his huge cock like it was a gift from the gods. I also went for his big heavy hairy balls and that made his knees buck. 

He loved it. 

After suffocating on his humongous meat, he asked - “do you want to show me that ass?”

I didn’t have to be asked twice, I pulled down my trousers. Stepped out of it, sat on the kitchen slab and raised myself in such a way that my man -cunt was exposed to his viewing delight. 

“Fuck yeah” he gasped as he approached me like a starving monster that had just been shown a sumptuous meal. 

Standing right in front of me, he kissed me hungrily before bending down and replicating the same juicy wet passionate kiss to my tight hole.  As he feasted, I kept rubbing his head and showering him with praises. The  more I moaned and called his name, the more he chewed and sucked my hole aggressively.

After spending quality time munching on my hole, he used his finger to stroke the entrance of my soft sore hole and smiled. 

“Now it’s ready for invasion” he jocuned as he planted a warm tender kiss on my lips.

He spat on his hands and stroked his pole and as he did, I spat on my fingers and began working my already  swollen pussy. Inserting a finger…and then..two…then three.

Opubo watched me play with myself with greedy fascination as he maoned “you’re killing me babe”.

He first rubbed his fat cock head on my hole and then slowly….very slowly, he started to push his enermosity inside my sugar tunnel.. stretching my sphincter to its limit and oh yes, I saw stars.

His strokes were hot. Firm. Hard. Solid. Strong. But still nice and slow. 

I called his name .. begging him to take me. Own me. Love me. Fill me. 

“Fuck babe, you’re delicious” he moaned into my mouth as he pushed deeper into my space..ensuring there was no vacany anywhere.

He stuck his four fingers in my mouth and I sucked them greedily. After a while, he used that same hand and began to wank me nice and slow- using my saliva lubricant. . 

I began to thrash and gasp as I felt my climax approach of tidal waves of ecstasy.

“Daddy…I’m cumming..” I gasped and in that moment, he picked up his pace.

As he stabbed me mercilessly, he said -“look at me babe…I want to watch you cum.” And I did.

I starred into his eyes as I shot my sticky hot load in his hands. As I was shivering and panting, his eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a loud grunt. He quickly returned his gaze to my eyes and then I felt it.

Hot creamy juice.. flooding my space …filling me up.

“You’re beautiful” he moaned and we kept on kissing until he grew soft inside me.

Assuming I had my way, I would have demanded he remained inside of me forever. We eventually disengaged and went to have our shower, afterwhich we cuddled and slept off. 

We have been inseparable ever since and even though Opubo is older, stronger, and evidently bigger than me in every way, I still believe it’s my duty to protect him. I would not let anyone harm him again. 

Written by

Norbert A.