A SECOND CHANCE

Francis, you just haven’t met the person who will bring out the gay in you and change your life forever.”

Those were the words my lesbian cousin said to me one day during an argument. I had scoffed at her, thinking I was straight and that what she said was impossible. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.

I had just gotten into the university, and because I was good at math and science, I decided to run a private tutoring class for students preparing for their JAMB exams—just to make some extra cash.

That’s when I met Chisom.
The person who would “change my life forever,” just as my cousin had said.

A student of mine had recommended him. He’d failed JAMB three times and needed help with math and sciences—subjects required for his university of choice.

The first time I laid eyes on him, it felt like I was looking at the most beautiful person I had ever seen (even till today). My heart skipped a beat and then raced like a terrified cheetah as he told me about his struggles. It was a miracle I didn’t faint. I was sweating nervously, which was so unlike me.

During our lessons, he was attentive and intelligent. We quickly developed a friendship that blossomed into a deep bond. Chisom turned out to be the kindest, sweetest person I’d ever met, and I found myself drawn to everything about him. He wasn’t just amazing to me—everyone loved him. He was the kind of person you could always count on, with patience like that of a saint.

Whenever my quick temper surfaced, all he had to do was gently call my name—and just like that, the anger would vanish. Literally.

What shocked me most was how I would get a serious erection just by sitting next to him. It was strange—and a little frightening. I wasn’t even thinking about sex; it just happened. His energy affected my body in ways I couldn’t explain.

Eventually, Chisom got into the university of his choice, and it was a joyful moment for both of us.

By then, I was already hopelessly in love with him.

I would travel long distances from my university nearly every week just to see him. Since he lived alone, we didn’t worry about inconveniencing anyone. We cooked together, watched movies, and cuddled. Chisom loved to cuddle—he was like a baby in that way.

And yet, we never talked about sex or being gay. Everything between us felt pure, effortless, and real. We had no hidden motives. Just love.

We shared everything—money, food, provisions. If I was short, he stepped in. If he was lacking, I’d show up without hesitation.

But there was something I noticed about Chisom. Anytime I was taking my bath, he would always find an excuse to enter the bathroom. He would be stylishly starring at my dick and without even thinking of anything, my dick will get hard automatically. I am quite endowed (roughly 10.7 inches when hard and very girthy) and for some reason, my dick always fascinated him. Chisom would just look at my dick like a hungry beast and would also be aroused- but neither of us made a move on each other.

A few days before my 27th birthday, Chisom called and begged me to spend it with him. Though I had exams coming up, I put everything on hold and made the trip—because I loved him.

On the eve of my birthday, he took me to the cinema, cooked my favourite meal and even got me a beautiful birthday cake. But that wasn’t all—he wrote me a poem. I cried like a child as he read it. He truly saw me. He truly knew me.

But then… something went wrong.
I got overwhelmed with emotion and kissed him. On the lips.

The look he gave me sent chills down my spine.

Mind you, this was the first time I had ever kissed a guy.

Why did I do it? Because I was in love. And because I truly believed—thanks to my cousin’s suggestion—that he might be gay and just didn’t know how to say it.

What I thought would be a beautiful moment turned into one of rejection and confusion.

“What did you just do?” he asked- his voice was cold and the look in his eyes held no warmth.

Chisom told me never to “try such nonsense with him” because he wasn’t gay and never would be.

I was devastated.
All the hugs, the cuddles, the “I love you” messages, the endless phone calls, the sacrifices… What did they mean?
Everything just disappeared—vanished.

But guess what? A few days after I returned to campus, he started love texting and calling again. As if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just broken my heart.

I told my cousin what had happened, and she said Chisom was probably living in denial—but that I should give him time.

But giving time felt impossible.
My heart was shattered.
How do you love someone so deeply—so deeply—and they don’t feel the same? Yet they still want to do all the things lovers do?
Make it make sense.

Also, all the while I was falling for Chisom, my mind began opening to gay stuff. I started watching gay p0rn and would fantasise about having sex with Chisom. I really wanted to try it with him- really wanted us to be each other’s first.

One day, I made up my mind to have a final heart to heart conversation with Chisom. I told him I loved him and wanted him in my life as my partner but that if that wasn’t going to work, I would move on. Though Chisom was crying his eyes out, he still stuck to his decision that he wasn’t gay. But there was something he said that caught my attention he said- “even if we were together, how can I take your dick?... it’s too big”. In my opinion, he already called himself a bottom and might consider dating me if my dick was smaller. So, all this ‘I am not gay’ talk was just nonsense.

We argued back and forth, and I guess his denial and my frustration got the best of us. We agreed to stop seeing each other and even though I knew Chisom was very jealous and didn’t mean it, he told me he gave me his blessing to go out with Eric if he was the one I wanted. Wow!!

I went into depression.

I was heartbroken, I had believed I was gay, I loved someone who I know loved me without question but was afraid to love me back the way we deserved… it was too much.

For the first time in my life, I tasted alcohol. If I had the courage, I would have killed myself. Yes, it was that bad.

Since Chisom was acting up, my cousin suggested I date someone else and introduced me to one of her gay friends by name Eric.

Eric and my cousin did all their best to help me out of my mess.

Cut the long story short, I started dating Eric. But it just didn’t feel right and natural to me the way it was with Chisom.

After Eric, I tried dating other guys but still, nothing worked. Nothing could fill in the void.

All the while myself and Chisom were apart, I missed him like crazy and I know he missed me too because on several occasions, a private number will call me and when I answer, the person would not speak. Sometimes, the person will break down and cry- but not say anything. Because it was really ruining my life and mental health, I stopped answering the call or any call from a number I didn’t know.

I did my youth service, travelled out to do my masters, got a great job and married.

Yes, I married a woman. I felt being with a guy wasn’t for me because only Chisom held that place.

But if I am to be honest, I didn’t marry out love. I was running away. I was looking for a distraction. But even after I got married, I still felt empty.

Also, in all my relationships and even my marriage, getting aroused was an issue. My dick would not stand. Even if it did, it would go soft automatically- especially when I remember Chisom. Once I remember he is not the one I am holding or touching, I lose interest instantly and this caused a huge problem in my marriage. The only time I can manage to have sex is if I drink heavily and even then, it would not be a turgid erection.

At some point, my wife gave up and we stopped having sex or anything remotely intimate. She started accusing me of infidelity which caused friction on both our families and because she kept pushing and testing my temper, I thought it best we separate. The last thing I wanted to do was lay my hands on a woman-or anyone.

Everything was just a hot mess.

I tried looking for Chisom, but he seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

Even when we were friends, he was not on social media because people were constantly after him and he hated the attention.

Since all attempts to find him was to no avail, I gave up until one faithful Saturday.

My son (who I nicknamed chi-bobo (the name I call Chisom)) was with me for the week and he was invited to a party by a classmate at his school.

If you know children, once they make friends, you will never hear the last of it. My son has always been talking about two of his best friends- Moses and Tonu-Bari. Especially Tonu-Bari. She was a girl in his class who he said he wanted to marry. Can you imagine.

So, it was her birthday, and my son was extremely excited.

I intended to drop him at the venue and leave but my parental instinct told me to enter the house and see the vibe of the place.

It was a big house and whoever lived there definitely had money.

My son and I had barely stepped in when there was a loud shriek of excitement. All the kids ran to greet my son- they were jumping and happy. Among them was an overly dressed girl. Clearly, the celebrant. Her hair was covered in ribbons, and she wore an evidently expensive princess dress that was unmistakably a tribute to her favourite Disney princess.

My son hugged her the longest with another boy who without question was Moses. They must have been an inseparable trio. When my son gave her the present, he had handpicked for her, she tore it open immediately and screamed at the top of her lungs- all her peers joining in.

“Mummy!!!!!! Uncle Chisom......!!!!!!” She screamed- almost deafening me.

A woman, who without question was the mother, came out looking confused. My heart stopped for a second because she looked very familiar. The lady greeted me briefly and as her daughter showed her the gift, the mother pretended to be surprised – and this made the girl jump and frantically clap her hands with excitement.

“Go and show your uncle” she said- an attempt to have a moment of peace.

As the little girl ran into the house screaming “uncle Chisom”, the lady looked at me and rolled her eyes exasperatedly as she asked me to come inside the house and have a seat.

Even after I had sat down and was offered a drink, I still could not shake off the feeling I knew this lady from somewhere. Also, the photos of her on the wall looked too familiar.

I was still trying to remember where I had seen her face when suddenly, I heard a laughter that sent chills down my spine and made my heart jump.

There was only one person in this world who I knew had that laugh.

The voice grew louder as it approached and then I saw who it was.

Carrying the celebrant was Chisom. My own Chisom.

I froze.

He didn’t see me because he was looking at what his niece was showing him and walked through the door that led to the party outside. He didn’t look at the living room.

It was right then that it occurred to me that the lady whom I thought I knew was Chisom’s sister. On two occasions we had met but really didn’t say anything to each other. Perhaps she did not remember who I was either.

I just sat down there as memories I thought I had buried began flooding back into my soul. Tears just fell down my eyes silently and I could not stop it.

It was the house help that first noticed as she came to pick something from the living room. She walked out to the party floor and few minutes later, Chisom walked into the living room. Obviously, the house help must have called his attention to what she had seen.

When Chisom entered the living room, he froze. I could not look at him. Tears just kept pouring.

He called my name- gently- the way he always did, and I was forced to look at him.

Even though there were tears falling down his eyes, he was smiling with open arms.

I didn’t wait. I could not wait.

I flung myself into his arms and we held each other very tightly and wept loudly.

“I miss you so much- my God…I miss you” he said as he sobbed into my neck.

I didn’t know how long we stood hugging and crying but when we disengaged, I realised his sister was there- watching us. She too was crying.

“Is he the one?” She asked Chisom quietly and he nodded.

She smiled and hugged me.

“I think you both have a lot of catching up to do…. besides, there is a party going on- which I’m sure you don’t want to ruin” she said with a warm smile.

Chisom took me upstairs to what I believe was his room and for more than 20 minutes we just sat side-by-side without saying a word.

When we eventually found the courage to speak, it was a moment of revelation.

Just like me, he went into depression and even attempted taking his own life. He went into coma due to the overdose but thankfully, he came out of it. He moved to the states to live with his sister and that was when he opened-up to her about everything. She took him to therapy and with help, he got to terms with accepting his sexuality.

He told me when he was in Junior secondary school, his mother had caught him reading a love letter a boy in his class wrote him and she cried bitterly. She told him being gay was a sin and made him promise her that he would never do such a thing. She had died a few weeks later and he blamed himself for it. He said at the time, he always remembered what she had told him and tried to fight his feelings for me.

It was quite unfortunate that he had a selfish narcissist for a mother. Yes. I must call the truth for what it is. What if Chisom had succeeded in taking his life because of her advice?

I told him about my ordeal, marriage and all. When he found out who my son was, he couldn’t stop laughing. Turned out his niece also, could not stop talking about him. He had seen my son several times when he went to pick her from school but never did, he guess he was mine.

After the party, he followed me home to know my place and he was surprised when I showed him the poem he wrote me. I had kept it in the bible my grandmother gave me and despite the years and pain, it had always remained with me.

He just smiled with tears in his eyes.

- “you know I never stopped loving you” he said quietly as he took my hand in his. The same warmth and joy that I felt years ago, exploded through my body as if nothing has changed.

And yes, I was hard as fuck. Mind you, all the while we were in his room having serious conversations, my dick was throbbing madly. Funny enough, I wasn’t thinking of sex- it’s just what his presence and body contact does to my systems.

It was getting late, and he needed to go back home. As I walked him to the door, he looked into my eyes for a moment and said “goodbye” while promising me to be back the next day. As he turned to walk away, my heart dropped into my stomach. It felt as if he was leaving me for good. I didn’t want him to go.

Barely 5 minutes after I had locked my door, I heard a knock. I answered, and he was the one.

“Sorry. But I think I forgot something” he said.

When I asked him what it was, he forgot, he pulled me to himself and kissed me. Like…really-really-really kissed me.

Since I was born, I have never felt anything so pure, electrifying and real.

I kissed him back with my all-of my soul and spirit. I didn’t believe in magic until that moment.

By the time we managed to stop kissing, our bodies were shaking as our foreheads rested on each other’s.

He told me he loved me. And I told him I never stopped loving him. We kissed some more until his sister called and he had to run.

Just like that, everything changed, and happiness was back in my life. We started spending a lot of time outdoors- and whenever chi-bobo was with me, Chisom (aka big chi-bobo- as my son now calls him) would pick him up from school alongside his niece.

 One day, while at work and chatting with Chisom on whatsapp, he told me he had a confession and when I asked him what it was, he told me he always masturbated thinking of me- even when we were friends back in the day. 

He said on several occasions, he would wake up in the middle of the night when I was fast asleep and just stare at my flaccid or erect penis when I was fast asleep while imagining all sorts as he jacked himself off.

"I still remember how massive your dick is baby "

His message read.

I giggled .

"Are you flirting with me?" I texted back.

"I'm not. Just fingering myself with one hand and typing you with the other" he replied. 

My heart skipped. 

"Really?" I asked.

Suddenly, a video call appeared on my screen. 

I quickly looked around to ensure the coast was clear before answering. What greeted my screen once I answered still remains ever green in my memory. 

My chisom was sprawled naked on the bed. His beautiful body slowly moving to the rythm of what his fingers were doing to his body.

When he took his camera down for me to see what was "truly" going on, my heart and brain summersaulted. He had two fingers buried deep in his honey brown cunt.

My throat went dry as my dick kicked to full length and breadth in an instant.

He withdrew his fingers, licked them hungrily and inserted it back into his willing wet hole.

I almost went mad. 

Because I precum a lot, I could feel my wetness on my undies. 

I started to sweat like crazy as he started moaning and calling my name into the phone.

"Where are you?" I asked 

He told me he was home alone. His sister had gone to work and the house help was in school. 

"I wish you were here making love to me." His message read. 

I didn't need to think twice. I put a call to my line manager and told her there was an emergency at my sons school and i needed to leave right away. A lie i didn't have to tell.

She let me go without question and in no time, i was speeding down to meet Chisom. It was a miracle that I didn't have an accident by how reckless I was driving.

 When I got to the house, the door was already opened so, i locked it behind me and made my way upstairs. 

 

 Once I got into the bedroom, I froze. 

Chisom looked like a vision from heaven. He was naked and his eyes was filled with love and desire for me- only me.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest as i took off my clothes- piece by piece.

By the time i removed my precum stained underwear, he was already in front of me…starring at my dick with fear, shock, amazement, and respect in his eyes.

I felt his soft warm palm wrap around my painfully throbbing cock as he gasped -“ it’s so fucking huge baby” and before I could reply, the smooth warmth of his mouth engulfed my cock and he moaned as if he’d tasted a sumptuous meal.

He gently forced his throat down my thick shaft and kept withdrawing his mouth to catch his breath before diving back again. No, he wasn’t sucking me with lust or greed…he did it patiently with care and desire. 

It felt as if the love he had for me was travelling from my dick to my brain, and into my heart. 

I held his angelic face in my hands and bent to kiss him. Our kiss was full. Deep. Precious. Sacred. Whole. Selfless and cherished.. just like our love for each other.

Gently, I laid him down on the bed and started kissing his beautiful smooth body that felt like muscle wrapped in velvet. I made sure I didn’t miss to taste a single inch of his body. 

His nipple was delicious. His hole was sumptuously yummy.

I made sure I sucked and ate his hole until it became soft and open.

Chisom spat on his hands and coated my huge meat with his spit and gently, began guiding me into his garden of Eden while we kept eye contact.

Although his eyes and mouth opened wide in fear and panic, he didn’t want me to stop. He nodded his head each time he was ready for me to thrust further into his painfully pulled apart hole. 

Inch by inch his hole swallowed my cock until my bush and balls were the only thing outside .

I reached for his lips with mine and held him close enough to feel his heart beat.

We were lost in our embrace and kissing that it didn’t occur to me that I had to start thrusting. 

However, when I started pushing in and out of his hole, the waves of pleasure we both felt was out of this world. It was sweet. As in, too sweet.

I could feel his hole loosen and cream on my fuck pole as I drove deeper and deeper into his soul. 

After a sweet moment, he pushed me away and knelt on the bed with his back to me. I knelt behind him, positioned my 10+ inch dick to face upwards and then, I entered him. 

Chisom gasped my name as my dick hit something that felt like a tiny pebble as I travelled deep inside his stomach. I knew I had hit his G-spot. 

I reached for his cock with one of my hands and started stroking his heavily precumming cock. And with my other hand, I pulled, and held him close to me. 

He turned his head to face mine and we kissed. O yes we kissed.

“Are you now mine?” I moaned into his mouth as I dug hard and steady into him.

“Forever yours my king” he gasped in response with sobs. I told him to repeat himself again-and-again, and he did. 

At that moment, I began having flashbacks of the trauma i went through because of him. From the erectile dysfunction to the emotional emptiness that cost me my marriage- all came flooding in. 

Most of all, the thought of how he had kept his juicy sweet ass-hole from me all these years- only to give it to someone else to open it for him. 

I don’t know what came over me…but I felt something like anger, regret, and sadness mixed with joy consume my heart and soul. 

I lost control. 

I started slamming into his hole really hard and he started to gasp and scream. I quickly put my hands over his mouth and intensified my pounding.

As I fucked him with all my might, I didn’t stop wanking him. I stroked him hard and fast- matching my thrusting acceleration.

Chisom screamed loudly into my hand and in that moment, the muscles of his hole gripped my dick forcefully as if it was attempting to snap my cock in half. I felt his cock pulsate and cost my hand with his hot milk and it felt so damn amazing.

I removed my hand from his mouth and immediately, he turned his head for our lips to meet.

The grip of his hole was still squeezing my cock as I milked the last cum from his cock. 

I didn’t stop fucking him hard. I kept pushing deep as if determined to cross every limitation his hole was having, and suddenly, I felt the sensation. My balls began to tingle. My body began to shake. Deep growl from my chest escaped from my throat and then, my cum exploded. 

The sensation I felt was out of this world and impossible to describe on paper.

I don’t know how long I took in cumming but the electricity kept running throughout my body until I collapsed on his back .

After a while, we slide to our sides. His back to my chest. My dick still in his hole. 

I held him close as if I was afraid he would disappear.

“I love you “ I whispered and he brought the back of my hand to his mouth and kissed it .

“I know…I have always known” he answered.

We stayed that way for a long as time would allow us until it was time to pick the kids from school.

As I drove, our hands remain locked, and when we got to the school, the joy and happiness when the kids saw us together was contagious.

Chisom is back in my life and even though it still hurts me until tomorrow that I wasn't his first, I am happy that he is now mine.

Written by

Francis G.T