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2/13/2025, 3:12:35 PM

🔥 Straight Boys 28 – The Fight for Larry 🔥 All hell may break loose, and the heavens may fall—but Emeka will protect Larry at any cost. But Felix isn't backing down. He's ready to throw hands—and he’s bringing his crew with him! Tensions rise. Fists fly. Loyalties are tested. Who will stand, and who will fall? 💥 The next chapters are about to get HOT! 💥 Want the showdown? Get the last 3 chapters more likes and unlock the epic clash! It’s all in your hands. Make it happen! 📖 Only on OurStory 📲 Follow TB @topfans for updates. #StraightBoys28 #TheFightForLarry #Drama #Thrill #DontMissOut Only after 200 likes on the last three chapters on Facebook

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2/10/2025, 8:51:40 PM

Straight Boys 25 A touch of Home That night was filled with fun. We had so much fun and so much to eat. We were so happy. I actually felt a little bit different because of what my brother had told me. I did not know that all the pain I had caused myself and my parents also affected them. I did not know that the pain I created transferred to multiple people. I wonder how many more people would have felt the pain of me—just me—being so angry. When it was time for bed, Mustafa offered to allow Obi to stay in the room with me, and he went to stay over with Ejiro. So in Martin's room, there were three guys, and in Tunde's room, there were also three. The week that was given for the matric break was coming to an end, so everybody was busy trying to rush back to school and complete their assessments because it was almost exam period. I was more concerned about my brother, who got admission late, and how he could cope. I had to help him do some assignments so that he would be able to meet up with classes and all. To my greatest surprise, everybody contributed to helping him copy notes and keep up to date. The guys, Nathaniel and Larry, had bought new higher education notes for him to congratulate him on his admission. I was just surprised. Tunde had gotten him one of the most expensive textbooks for his department. I didn’t know what to say. Not until Mustafa bought him a student’s handbag and other things he would need for school daily. The guys all surprised me. I almost shed tears when they handed him all these gifts. He, too, became so emotional. He did not know how to show it, but I can tell you that my brother was more manly than I am. He did not shed a tear or make any sign—just said thank you and gave me all that they got him. That was two mornings after he had arrived. I didn’t know that the guys had already planned all this for him. We had so much food. We had not even finished the ones that Ejiro’s sister brought for us, plus the ones my mother had cooked, and the ones that Tunde had recently cooked—not knowing that my mother was going to give us even more food. So the house was filled with a lot of food to last us at least a month, eating at our normal ratio—morning and evening. Everybody took care of themselves in the afternoon, except when we were all around, then we could find something to eat for lunch. But we mostly ate breakfast and dinner. Some of us did not eat breakfast because we had early morning lectures, so they all rushed for their lectures early in the morning. I was not having any classes the next day, so I followed my brother to take a studio picture of him in Martin's matric gown so that he could have a memory to preserve. But within all this activity and everything going on, I had not really had a chance to speak to Martin. He had been trying to reach out to me, but I had not given him the opportunity. One time, he called out my name, but I pretended to have a phone call and walked out of the room. I did not know how to look at him or how to speak to him anymore. I don’t know if I was feeling ashamed or what, but I could not just face him anymore. I don’t know what happened, and I guess he felt the same way too. But he was very instrumental in helping with school and everything. He is a very good boy—intelligent. It was through his notes that others were able to help my brother meet up with notes so that he could read and prepare for his exams. I had told all of them that if he did very well in his exams, that meant they all contributed to his success. Naturally, my brother is a very intelligent boy. It took us two days before I drove the car back to the house, carrying back all the warmers and coolers Mama had used in making meals for us. When I got home, it was around 3 PM. She was around with my younger brother. Eke: "So you guys have finally left only me in this house?" Me: "Nobody left you. You are doing the most important job of all." Eke: "Which is?" Me: "Taking care of Mama and Papa." Eke: "Don't deceive me, biko." Me: "Haha! No one is deceiving you. You are doing the right thing, my dear brother." Eke: "But you know you have to be coming back sometimes, right? So that I'll be seeing you." Me: "What about Obi? Am I the only one you want to be seeing?" Eke: "Yes, for now. It's just you. I have seen him too much. I barely saw you when you went to school. And when you came back, you got admission. I barely had time with you, and now you are in school. I will try so that I will enter school before you graduate." Me: "Yeah, that will be nice. Finally, when you enter school, I will have one year with you. But I promise I will always be with you whenever I can. Wow, that reminds me—Mama, I have something to ask." Mama Emeka: "And what is it, nna m?" Me: "Can Eke come and visit us in school during mid-term break? Maybe two or three days, so that he will just be around us, and then we will bring him back? Since he is all alone now at home." Mama Emeka: "Hmmm… You and I know that I have no hand in deciding that. When your father comes, you tell him." Me: "But Mama, you can tell him yourself. You know I will be going back to school soon. I can't wait for him to come back. Since they made him the district manager, he comes back home late." Mama Emeka: "Ohooo! Now you see it? Don’t send me a message. If you want to tell him, you have to stay over and tell him yourself. Besides, you are not going to class tomorrow, is it not next week school will open? Me, I know that I did not go to university like you, but I know that they have a matric break." By whiteman micheal Me: Hahaha, ahaha, Mama m, don't say such things. University or no University, you are the best mother in the whole world. Even my friend that came here the other day for the first time already loves you like this. Mama Emeka: I am a mother now, what else will I do? I cannot be anything else except Mama. And I gave my mum a kiss and hugged her tightly. Eke: Big bro, stay now for me. I looked at him in his eyes, and I could see the pure love he had for me, so I decided to stay. I called Mustafa on the phone and asked him to take care of my bro, that I would not be coming back since I had important things to do at home for my parents, as there was no one else at home. That evening, I waited for my father while helping my brother with some assignments and helping my mother with some teacher’s jobs that my other brother used to assist her with before. It was happy and nice for me staying at home for at least one day. When my father came back late in the evening, let’s say by 6 p.m., he was surprised to see me at home but was happier than all those who had been at home. When I told him I had stayed back just to see him and ask for a favor, he did not wait to ask me what the favor was. He just went in, had his meal, took his bath, and took me out to have a beer. On this occasion, my brother had to come with us. Papa was just so happy having me around. He practically addressed me now as a full-grown man, sizing me up and asking me when I would bring the girl I was with. It occurred to me then that I had not experienced the other part of my life. He had ordered beer and goat head for me and my younger brother, but my younger brother was to take soda and not the beer. Just my father and I took beer. Papa Emeka: Nna, you are growing so fast. When I was your age, I was not as big as this. Is it because of the army school you went to? See muscles everywhere! Me: Hahaha, Papa, it’s just a normal body. There are no muscles. I have even stopped carrying weights. Papa Emeka: Oh, oh, I hear you. So who is now pumping the weight on the body? You know you young men have pumping machines in school. Me: Hahahahaha! Please, oh! I don’t have any pumping machine, oh. I am a holy boy, ooo. Papa Emeka: Iya, make I hear. Eke: Hahahaha, ahahaha, ahaha! Me: You are laughing at your dad? Eke: And you are also laughing! Papa Emeka: I know all these things. I know all these things. But I’m just joking. You think I don’t know all these things? Let me tell you, when I was a young man like you before I met your mother, I had three girlfriends. Me: Wow, eh! Eke: Papa, did you say three? You mean only you had three? Was it at once or systematically? Papa Emeka: Hahaha! What do you mean, "at once or systematically"? Come here, this boy! You are too small to be listening to adults' talk. It is not for you; it is for your brother here. Well, the three of them happened in the same year. I don't know whether it was the same month. Don’t ask me that one! Hahahahaha! Me: Ahhh, Papa, why? Hahaha, ahahahaha, hahaha, haaa! Papa Emeka: Abigail, Mercy, and Favour. Well, I met Abigail from church, and Mercy was my neighbor, living in the same off camp hostel with me that year at UNN Nsukka. Then I cannot remember exactly where I met Favour. I think maybe it was on the bus or in the market, but she was so fine! In fact, she was more beautiful than all of them. My neighbor, Mercy, she could cook! That was how she deceived me into eating food, and before you know it, we started eating other things started from there. Hahahaha As soon as he said this, I just remembered how Mustafa got into his own relationship. It was exactly the same way! So these ladies can just use food? No wonder they say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Papa Emeka: But Abigail, now, church prayer warrior. You know we used to pray that time. We were in the same society in the church. We used to pray, and she could pray very, very well. Because of her prayers, I just liked her. I felt like anytime I was around her, her prayers worked. But she had other needs, and we had to meet her other needs too. Do you understand? Hahahahaha! Me: Papa, you will spoil Eke, ooo! Papa Emeka: Mchew! Spoil somebody that is already spoilt? What spoil do I want to spoil him again? Eke: Ah ah, Papa, I’m not spoilt! I’m a small boy! Papa Emeka: You think I don’t know what you do at night? You take your mother’s phone, and you enter the bathroom. Everywhere is now smelling like something I don’t know. Me: Ahhh, Eke! Hahahaha! They caught you! They have caught you! Eke: Papa, so you wake up? Hahahaha! Papa Emeka: It is my house! I can wake up anytime and do anything I want! Me: But Papa, why didn’t you stop him since you saw him? Or shout at him? Papa Emeka: Let me tell you, young man. We learn every day. Even as parents, we learn. The way I treated you as a son is not the same way I treated your brothers. I learned. What should I have done to him so that he would not be angry at me like you were angry at me? For how many months or years, you did not even come home! So there is no way I’m going to treat the other boys like that, so they will not hate me like you did. Me: No, I didn’t hate you! I can never hate you. I love you with all my life like this! By whitman micheal join us on facebook OurStory TB Papa Emeka: "And I know that you do not hate me. So, the other reason why I did not stop him is because he's a man. A man does what a man does. When I was his age, I did worse. I think that time, to get petroleum jelly—we called it oil for our body back then—the thing used to finish every time. My mother would be asking who drank it, not knowing it was being used for something else." All: "Hahahaha! Hahahaha!" 😂 Me: "🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣! Papa, you were a bad boy!" Papa Emeka: "Emeka, you are the son of a bad boy!" Me: "🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣!" I enjoyed every bit of that evening with my father and my brother. It was such a nice time for me. I would have regretted it if I had gone to school without staying to have this fun time. I did not know what was to come. I was so happy to see my dad laughing and sharing some fun moments with him. Yeah, also, there were many things he told me that I would not be writing or telling you people in this book. I love my dad so much. Me: "But Papa, out of the three of us, who do you think is going to be more like you? Like, who will behave like you or have three girlfriends like you did?" Papa Emeka: "The answer is simple because I already know it. I saw it in all of you. You see you, like this—you are my carbon copy, like a photocopy printout. Everything that is written for me is written for you. Everything I did is what you will do. If you have not started flowing around with the ladies for now, I think maybe it's due to your own decision. I don't want to relate it to whatever happened in your past, but I know it’s your own decision. But I know you want it because it is in my blood, and it is in your blood. And whatever is in your blood is in my blood! "Can't you see your younger brother? This one that has not even reached SS3? See what he is doing with his mommy's phone! Let me catch you near my own phone, and you will see what I will do to you!" Eke: "🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣!" Somehow, Papa was right about everything he had said, but I really did not know how I could relate it to my life right now. Maybe I can, maybe I wouldn't. That night, while we were out having fun, I didn't know that my mother had already entered the kitchen to make me nice soup. When I came back, I told her that the soup she gave us that was stored in the refrigerator was still there. She said I should still take more. She didn't want me, my brother, Mustafa, or Ejiro to go hungry. She told me that whenever we needed cooked meals, we should always come home so that she could give us at least a painter of well-cooked soup. Then she asked me if Ejiro was coming along and getting better. When I told her that his sister had finally reached out and had dropped some food for us, she was so happy and asked me to give her Ejiro’s sister’s number. She wanted to reach out to the family and have a personal conversation with them. I obliged and gave it to her so she could reach out. My mom is a real loving and caring woman. “I love you mummy, I said”. When I had my bath and entered the room, my younger brother came to take my phone. I was wondering if he was going to do the same thing he had been doing with my mother's phone, but I did not ask him. I just hugged him and slept off behind him while he was in front, busy with my phone. At School Martin was in his room, arranging his books. He went out to bring in the clothes he had washed earlier before he heard a knock on the door. Martin: "Yes? Who is that?" Obi: "It's me. Good evening. How are you?" Martin: "Well, I'm good, I'm good. How was your day? Is everything okay?" Obi: "Fine, fine. I want to say thank you. Thank you for everything—like your notes, bringing me up to speed, everything you did. Like, they really helped me catch up on time, and yeah, thank you so, so much." Martin: "Well, thanks to your big brother. He's also my big brother. He helped me when I came to school with most things I needed, and he was my support and everything. It's just that things went weird between us." Obi: "Yeah, I noticed. Did anything happen? You guys have been acting strange around each other." Martin: "I really can't say exactly what happened because a lot of things actually happened, but it's not something we should talk about right now. It’s a discussion for another time. So, has he not come back to the dorm? Where would you be sleeping?" Obi: "I don't know. I really don't know about that. I'll sleep in his room. If there are changes, I'll know." Martin: "Did you finish your Physics 101 assessment?" Obi: "Yes, I did. My brother helped me with most of it. Yeah. What about you? Did you finish yours?" Martin: "No, not yet. Usually, your brother helps me with it, but since we are having this up-and-down, I’ve been lagging behind." Obi: "Ah, don't have a problem with my brother. Whatever it is between you two, settle it. You can use mine to finish yours so that we’ll both be on the same page. After all, you've been helping me since I came here. But whatever the issue is with my brother, when he comes back, sort it out with him. Do you want me to speak to him for you?" Martin: "No, I don't know... I don't know if that's necessary. I don’t know how he would take that." Obi: "Can you at least tell me how the problem started? Was he teaching you something, and you lashed out at him? Or did something happen? What exactly happened? If you don’t want to tell me what happened, at least tell me how it happened—where did it happen?" By whitman micheal Martin: "I don't think all that information is necessary, my brother. Just give me your physics notes, then go and sleep. When the time comes, you will learn those ones. It’s a gradual process. See how tall you are." Obi: "You too now. We are like the same height, and we have the same body stature." Martin: "Yes, I know. No wonder he always reminds me that I am like you." Obi: "You see? So, he likes you. You guys are cool now. If he thinks you look like me and he has been taking care of you like a younger brother, I don't know why you both should be having problems. It doesn't really make sense." Martin: "All right, it's no problem. Thank you so much. Whenever you're bored, we could go out together and, you know, explore the school." Obi: "Yes! This weekend, we’ll go out. My brother said I should ask you to take me around so I can see the school, the cafeteria, and the places close to our department. He also wants me to learn the shortcuts around school so I can always walk home or take a bus when I'm late—things like that. So, can we do that this weekend?" Martin: "Yeah, yeah. So, I just have a funny question to ask you." Obi: "🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣! Ask." Martin: "I haven't even asked the question, and you're already laughing!" Obi: "You just said it's a funny question, so why wouldn’t I laugh already?" Martin: "Okay, so… your brother is like my brother. I call him ‘Big Bro’ because he's been cool and helpful to me. But now that you're here, are we supposed to be friends or brothers?" Obi: "🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣! Okay, Martin, chill. That’s a funny question to ask, right? So, we can start from friendship and then move to being brothers. It depends on how we get along. You know, by temperament. If our temperaments match up and we're cool with each other, we could be really good friends. You know, just because you're my brother's friend doesn't automatically mean you're my friend like that. But if you want us to be friends, yeah, we could move along. And besides, from what I can see, we are the youngest and smallest in this group of boys here. Like, there are so many boys here." Martin: "Then ask your brother where all these boys came from." Obi: "No need to ask him that. I already know. My brother went to military school, so we scrub IT guys and yeah." Martin: "So, you don't have any problem with just guys—like, guys?" Obi: "I don't understand your question. This night, you're sounding funny, actually. What do you mean by ‘like’ boys? I like everybody now." Martin: "I mean, since you like everybody, can I hug you? You know..." Obi: "🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣! Martin, leave me alone. I want to go and sleep. You boys have recruited yourself into these gay jokes, right? Since I came here, you guys have been joking a lot. Now they’ve recruited you, and you're trying to practice it on me, abi? Understand this—thank you very much, I’m not interested. 🤣 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂!" Martin: "Ahhh! I can be very playful, but I can touch you anywhere on your body, I hope you won’t be offended?" Obi: "🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣! Guy, good night." And with that, he left for my room. When he got there, he entered his room. I was about to sleep on the bed, where Mustafa was already lying. Mustafa asked him if he was okay for the day or if he needed something. He knew Mustafa would always look out for him. Everything seemed fine, until Ejiro knocked on the door and asked him to go and join Martin in the other room, saying he would be staying with Mustafa. Mustafa: that's bully Ejiro; no they are both in 100 level bond and be friends. Ok ? Obi: ok So, he stood up, changed into his boxers and singlet, and went to Martin’s room. By Whitman Micheal join us in facebook OurStory Tb Morals When was the last time you had a laugh with either your dad or your mom? When was the last time you sat down and had a heart-to-heart chat with them? Some people lost their parents when they were young and never had the opportunity to sit and talk with them. But you do—you have that opportunity. Yet, some of you avoid your parents simply because they are telling you how to live your life. Parents are like that. Even their own parents were like that with them. They are not trying to destroy you; they are just trying to make sure you don’t fall into harm. Yes, some parents can be overly controlling, and you need to find a way to navigate that. But still, take the time to have conversations with your mother or father. Ask them about their youthful days. They may tell you the truth, or they may not, but whatever happens, it’s important to know how they lived when they were young—the mistakes they made and the lessons they learned. Sometimes, the things happening to you are not because of "village people" or someone trying to harm you. Sometimes, it’s simply a pattern, a character trait hidden within your parents that you are unknowingly repeating. Have you ever wondered how a caring, loving mother could have a daughter who wears short skirts and stays out late at night? Maybe Mommy GO has not yet told you how she spent her youthful years. Have you ever wondered how a strict, disciplined father could have a son who smokes, drinks, and engages in activities that go against his principles? Maybe Daddy has not told you how he lived when he was younger. Everyone has a backstory, and whether they share it or not, it often reflects in their future—and in you. Think about your behavior right now. You know the good and bad things you do, the questionable activities you engage in. Don’t assume they are lost in time. Don’t think they will simply disappear. If you’re going to have children one day, remember—they will inherit more than just your looks. They will inherit your habits, your traits, and even your mistakes. Be mindful of the choices you make while you are young, because as you grow older, those choices might come back to you in ways you never expected. Pain and anger can be transferred to others even without you being aware. Your good deeds can be of value to others who know you. Either by blood or otherwise. By Whitman Michael Join us on Facebook: OurStory TB Like, share, and comment! Thanks to our anonymous sponsor. God bless you!

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2/12/2025, 6:36:06 PM

Straight Boys 27 Guys hug your guys. Emma: "Good day, bros. How are you doing?" Me: "I was fine until a while ago when you said you wanted to see me." Emma: "Well, I’m sorry. I haven’t seen you for some days now; I’ve just been busy. I went to see my uncle who’s sponsoring me. He wanted me to spend some time with him." Me: "Hmm. I understand. You should spend time with him." Emma: "You know how some rich men can be. They don’t just give you money for free—they want you to do things, even house chores." Me: "Yeah, I understand. My parents can be like that sometimes too. So, why am I here, and I’m safe?" Emma: "You’re safe, but I believe you know the reason why I wanted to see you." Me: "I want to know the reason. I won’t assume I know something if I don’t really know." Emma: "prexido presidento! You can be funny sometimes, you know." Me: "Well, let’s leave that aside. Why am I here? Talk." Emma: "I just wanted to say thank you for taking good care of Larry. I understand how it must have been. I know you didn’t know him before, but you really took good care of him. He’s even come to like and respect you—he calls you his father now." Me: "I seem to be a lot of people’s father these days! The problem is, I don’t even know how many children I have. Honestly, I just took care of him as best as I could. I didn’t even want him to stay with us at first. But when I realized we were like the only family he’s ever had or will have, I couldn’t just send him away. But you’re rich, and you said you knew him before—why didn’t he run to you to take care of him?" I pretended as if I didn’t know the circumstances of their relationship. Emma: "presido! My president, you’re the best president ever. I know you know what’s up; you just don’t want to say it. That’s why I like you, honestly. I actually left because I didn’t want him to start looking at me somehow, but I noticed he doesn’t even care about any of that because he told me he’s talked to you. I just wanted to come and say thank you." Me: "Is that all you wanted to say, or is there something else? I really need to go inside—I just came from my house." Emma: "I was wondering if you could let him crash in my room sometimes, like when I’m not around. I could give him a spare key and let him stay there, or when I’m around, he could stay with me." Me: "Emma, I can’t be the one to tell Larry who he should or shouldn’t have a relationship with. He’s a grown man and can make his own decisions. But about him sleeping in your room, I’m not comfortable with it. There are six of us staying together—sorry, now there are eight since my younger brother got admission. We all eat together, stay in the same room, and everything. If he stays in your room, one of us—or even myself—might visit him there. I don’t want a situation where something goes missing in your room and we all end up in trouble. That’s what I’m trying to avoid." Emma: "I totally understand what you’re saying. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t. But I want to promise you that nothing will go missing in my room as long as it’s you guys. I can control who enters the room, and I can ask him to do the same. I just want to find a way to also take care of him too." Me: "And also find a way to take care of him, abi? Or a way to ‘be entering him’ again. It seems like the boy didn’t agree this time. Mind you, that hole has suffered some recent casualties. I think you should let it rest for a while." He closed his eyes and burst out laughing. He couldn’t hold it in, so he turned away from me and leaned on the window while laughing uncontrollably. Me: "I know what I’m saying, even if you may not understand." Emma: "I do understand, and I know you understand even better. But, guy, how far? How are you comfortable around him—and even around me too? Honestly, I wanted to see you before, but I was ashamed and skeptical because I didn’t know how you’d react to what I wanted to talk about. Are you comfortable talking about this kind of thing with me? Are you low-key into guys?" Me: "Even if I were, I don’t think my issue would be escalated like this. But I don’t need to be into guys to understand. We all need to grow up and realize that some things have come to stay in this world, and we have to keep pushing forward. I won’t start condemning you for how you’ve chosen to live your life. As long as you don’t mislead me or anyone else, just do what you need to do for yourself. I’m good. But I do miss coming to your room to take the fan and watch movies on that big TV. When will I buy my own TV?" Emma: "See, bros, don’t think too much. Is a TV really your problem? I’ll get you one. I was also thinking—you said you guys need a generator, like a big one. I can get you that too, if you like." By whitman micheal join us on facebook ourstory tb. Me: "Do you want to marry him? You’re willing to throw gifts at us just to be with him. I don’t understand, Emma." Emma: "Hahaha,😂 please don’t make this look weird. I’m already feeling shy having this discussion with you. But I’m so proud of you like this—the way you handle things maturely makes me want to be like you when I grow up. Hahaha!" Me: "You guys, leave me alone. What do you want? I’ve asked this question so many times." Emma: "I just want him to be comfortable around me. I need him to be okay. I just want to take care of him, you know, like care for him." Me: "But you don’t want to marry him?" Emma: "Abeg, don’t make this thing look weird anymore! Haha, 😂please." Me: "Well, he’s an adult. Let him decide for himself. Whatever you guys decide, I just want him to be safe." Emma: "All right. I’ll speak to him again, but I already spoke to him and he asked me to reach out to you. That’s why I came to see you." Me: "What about that Felix guy who beat him up before? What are you going to do about him? What if he comes to this compound and starts beating everybody up or brings a group of boys to cause trouble here? What are you going to do about that? That’s the most important thing." Emma: "President, see, eh, this is how it works. If you see a guy you like, you approach him playfully and you guys will do stuff—if he’s into that. Not all guys are into it. There are ways some guys work, but I don’t know. I can’t explain in detail. Felix is just a guy I met on the road. He’s not even into this kind of thing. He’s just a thug—a street boy. I met him on the road, gave him a lift with his guys because I know one of them. Somehow, we went somewhere, had drinks, and realized we liked the same type of girls. Something led to something, and I did it with him. Since then, he’s been all over me because I used to give him small things for transport. I don’t know what came over him. He thinks we’re dating, and even the girls around me—he’s always cautioning them and asking them to behave. I don’t really understand." Me: "Emma, that’s a big problem. You have to take care of it because I don’t want anyone to hurt Larry again. He’s been hurt too much already. Right now, he needs to heal and focus on his life. There are so many things he needs to do. You need to either report Felix to the police and threaten him—I can help you with that. I can give you a police officer’s phone number and have him warned to stay off your back. Or you can handle it yourself and tell him to get off your back. You can’t have him disturbing people. We should’ve arrested him for laying hands on Larry. We need to give him a warning from the police—tell him if he comes anywhere near this building, he’ll be arrested." Emma: "I promise to take care of that. I promise I’ll protect him." Me: "Can I ask you one question?" Emma: "Yes, please." Me: "Why Larry? Why did you have to choose him? Why not someone else? What’s wrong with Felix, apart from him being from the streets? Why does it have to be Larry?" Emma: "Well, he’s a good guy. At first, I was scared of him. When I picked him up for the first time after he finished his church work along the road, I was just trying to give him a lift. But at the same time, I was trying to, you know, get close to him. To my surprise, he wasn’t too disturbed. I just wanted to be with him once and drop him off, but something was different about him. I couldn’t let him go. Honestly, since I met him, I’ve minimized everything I do. I didn’t even go back to Felix after meeting Larry. Felix only comes around because I stopped going to him." Me: "Why did you find it so hard to drop Felix and just focus on Larry?" Emma: "I have a complicated life. Since it’s complicated for me, it’s not easy to choose one person. But when you find that one person, you know. And when you know, you force yourself to make critical decisions—like me coming to approach you. I was very scared, but I think I know what to do now." Me: "Just get Felix off your back and off our backs. If Larry says he wants to be with you, then you won’t have any problems." Emma: "Thank you so much. I’m very grateful." Me: "Not yet though. We want to rent a room close to yours for Larry and one of us. You know we’re overcrowded now in just these two rooms and a match room. We might need your help with that. It’s mostly for Larry and Nathaniel, the other guy." Emma: "Just tell me anything you need. I’ll do it. I’ll pay for the room, furnish it, and put some beds in it. Your brother can use it—anyone can use it. But I’m not sure Larry will need it much because I want him to stay in my room most of the time. I won’t be around often because of my unconscious travels, and I want him to come to school from my house. I need to be in his house so I can take care of it for him. But we can still rent the room to give you guys enough space." By whiteman micheal join us on facebook ourstory tb. Me: "yes ooo. One. room, two—I still need the generator and television. Hahaha!" Emma: "Don’t worry, I got you. I promise I got you. Any other thing?" Me: "And you know we don’t buy food here. Me and the boys—we cook our meals, so some food stuff will be okay. I won’t tell you what to buy; just go and do shopping and bring it for us." Emma: "I got you, I got you. Thank you so much."hahahah Me: since you said ask I am asking ooo. He gave me a tight hug. He smelled nice—like flowers—and his perfume was expensive. Then he left. I went into the room and slept for some time. I woke up to see my brother beside me. I didn’t want to ask him where Martin had taken him. I wanted him to bond well with Martin. When I woke up and yawned, he looked at my side. Obi: "Welcome, big bro. I see you had a lot of happy moments at home." Me: "See your head. Have you eaten?" Obi: "Yes, I have. Yes, I have. How is everyone at home." Me: "They’re fine, fine." Obi: "Any message for me in particular?" Me: "Dad said you should not join bad gangs, and Mom said you should read your books so that you’re going to do well and do better than me." Obi: "Hahaha, I know Mom said I should study hard, but Mom didn’t say I should do better than you. So you better do better than me!" Me: "I hope you’re having fun with everything that’s happening." Obi: "Yeah, yeah. It’s nice. Martin took me out, and I saw some parts of the school. Everything is okay. Why do you ask?" Me: "Well, just checking on my brother." Obi: "Do you know Martin has refused to tell me what happened between you two?" Me: "Nothing happened. Did he say anything happened?" Obi: "Nothing happened. Every day he tells me you’re angry at him. Besides, since you introduced me to him, you barely speak to him. I think you need to go and speak with him." Me: "I know Martin. Tell me the truth—did he try to do anything with you?" Obi: "Hahaha, no, no! He’s just being a boy, you know. He’s alone, an only child. He didn’t grow up like us having brothers, so I’ll do my best to be the best brother he’ll ever have—unlike the ones he had who aren’t talking to him anymore." Me: "I’ve heard you. I’ll go to his room now and speak with him. Will that be okay with you?" Obi: "That’ll make me have a very good, nice sleep and not a worrisome sleep like last night." Me: "Come on, tell me what happened last night. Did he give you head?" Obi: "Hahaha, Big Bro, so you’ve been collecting head from your own brother?" Me: "Mumu, I asked you a question." Obi: "Hahaha, no, no! He didn’t. We didn’t do anything." Me: "I will Go and speak with him right now, and find something to make yourself useful." Obi: "Okay, okay. Thank you, bro." I stood up lazily. I wanted to ease myself, but Mustapha was in the toilet. I went into Ejiro’s room, but he was having his bath. So I went to Martin’s room. I knocked, and he opened the door. I entered without saying anything to him and went straight to his bathroom to ease myself. When I came out, I locked the door and sat on his bed. Martin: "What have I done now?" Me: "Just come here and stop talking nonsense." He walked slowly towards me, shaking. He was quite afraid. Me: "Why are you afraid? Stop feeling fear and just come." He came close but sat apart. Me: "Oh, Martin. What’s wrong with you? Come closer. Come and hug me. I want to hold you tight. Just forget everything that happened and come meet me like you always did before." He cried while hugging me. Me: "Martin, why are you crying? What’s wrong?" Martin: "I thought you’d never hold me again. I thought you’d never come close to me again." Me: "No, no, you silly boy. I was busy. Didn’t you see my brother was around? You’re a very foolish boy. What have you told him?" Martin: "I didn’t tell him anything much. I just played funny with him. He seems nice—nicer than you. He knows what he wants and made his stand before time. I spoke with him. Unlike me playing with you every time, yet you still wouldn’t budge." Me: "I don’t think that’s what happened. The last time I was here, you were like, 'Ah, ah, gently.'" Martin: "Shut up your mouth!" Me: "Of course, I’m going to shut up before you slap me like you did before! Hahaha!" Martin: "Thank you for coming. Thank you for allowing me to give you this hug. I feel a bit relieved now, Big Bro. I really like you. Please don’t leave me again." Me: "Yeah, I also want to apologize to you. I’m very sorry for the way I acted. I was stupid and foolish. I’m the older person here, so I’m supposed to act more maturely. I’m very sorry." I gave him a kiss, and we held each other for about a minute. Martin: "So what’s going to happen now?" Me: "I just want you to know something—feel free to hug me whenever you see me. Whatever you see me doing with my brother, feel free to ask for yours. Feel free to be around me. Speak to me when you want to, alright?" Martin: "Yes, yes. Thank you so much." After about an awkward minute of silence, he asked a question. By whiteman micheal join us facebook ourstory tb Martin: Are we going to do it again? Me: Do you want that? Martin: Honestly, I don't know. I'm not sure because now your brother is here. I feel like you are related to me by blood, and something he said to me: "Blood brothers don't do stuff like that." Me: ahh martin so you exposed yourself to him? Puff. Martin: he looks like you am sorry i didnt tell him we did it. Me; really, and you think he wouldn’t guess that by now? Martin: I am sorry. Me: Am I your big bro, or do you want me to be your lover? Martin: Why can't you be my big bro and lover at the same time? Me: Because it's going to be awkward. I can't shout out to you or tell you what to do because I am your lover. It will be a toxic relationship. Besides, I've told you many times I already have someone, and I still care for you. So, doing the two of them is going to be weird. I honestly dont want to live a life of having sex with two people, before you know it the third person will come in and my life will start diminishing, with multiple partners. See Martin, Let me be your elder brother, and I will love you and care for you. My brother is also going to love you and care for you. Let us be your family. What do you say? He kissed me. Me: Haha, this guy! I'm asking you something, and you're kissing me! Haha! Martin: And I understand, and I like the option that you have chosen. I would like to choose that too. It's just one problem: I need someone to do the other part with. Me: Can't it wait? Like for you to be in 200 level or something? Martin: I don't know. I feel like… I took a deep breath and let out a deep sigh of relief. Me: You need to stop being a baby, and you need to be a man. I don't even know what to tell you anymore, but that's what I have to say. Martin: Okay, no problem. Me: I need to go and see what I can do. I think my name is on the list to prepare our meals for these four days. Martin: I know, but don't worry. Let me have the warmth of your body for a little while. Haha, yeah, I miss you. Me: I miss you too. And Martin, you can hug me in front of my brother. You don't need to hide to hug anymore and jump on me whenever you want, but don't be silly. Haha! Haha! Martin: Nah, I won't. And he kissed me again. Me: Do you know why Larry was beaten that day we found him, and he was rushed to the hospital? Martin: I heard it was a guy that he called Felix, but I don't know the main reason . Me: It's because Larry was sleeping with a guy that Felix calls his boyfriend, and so Felix ordered other boys to beat him up. Martin: OMG, why are you telling me this? Me: Because my boyfriend may find people to come and beat you up. Hahahaha! Martin: Let them come. No one can touch me. My other brother and my twin brother are right beside me. Me: Haha! Hahaha! Haha! Martin, the last time I was here, I saw a picture of you and your mom and something written behind it: "Love from Kay." Who is Kay? Martin: You mean the last time you came and deflowered me? Hahaha! Me: Oh, this boy! Behave normally now, like a real human being for once! Haha! Hahaha! Martin: So, I am a fake human being, right? So, you had a fake human being? Haha! Haha! Me: Haha! Hahaha! Tell me! Martin: That was when I was writing my WAEC exam. I took that picture with my mom, and she sent it to somebody. That was when things started changing a bit for us. She started having more money, and I guess maybe they increased our salary also, but after that picture came, things started changing for us, and honestly, I do not know who sent that picture, but I know we took it. Me: You know we have a lot of guys here now with small resources looking out for who your real dad is. You need to find out. Martin: What do I need that for? He's probably somewhere with his new family, happy. I don't want to destroy anyone's life. Please, he should stay wherever he is, and I'm happy here with you as my family. Me: I understand, but what if my dad was your father, and you are now doing stuff with me? Isn't that funny? We need to know these things so we don't make more mistakes in the future. Martin: I honestly don't want to know him. I feel like he is a big f**l... for abandoning us, for abandoning my mom. I hate him. If I see him, I will hate him more. Me: Okay, so let me tell you how this works now. See, whatever story that makes you hate him, it's your mother's version of the story. You have not heard his own version of the story, and you are just hating him. You need to learn and hear from both sides, then make a firm decision. Besides, if he's alive and maybe rich and powerful, you did have a better life. Maybe you'd leave us in this university and go to a school abroad or something. Martin: You are just looking for ways to make me leave you. I am not leaving you. And he hugged me tightly. Me: Oh this boy, I'm serious here. You just be thinking nonsense in your head. I just want you to be much happier. Maybe if you find your dad, you'll understand how life works. You will have a reason to do all those things, and there are so many other things you can do with your brain than only thinking of this stuff. Martin: When I am ready, I will reach out to you for that, but for now, I don't want to rush it. I don't have an urge to know or see him. Me: Sometimes the road one takes to avoid their destiny is where they meet it. Martin: If you like, turn into an old man in the village speaking proverbs. I have said my own. And I looked at him. He looked just like my Obi, and I gave him a title. He tried to kiss me this time. I stood up, and I ran away from the room, trying to open the door, and he was chasing me. As I was trying to open the door, he was busy humping me from behind, tickling me, and grabbing my chest while I tried to open the door. And I opened the door, and I ran out. I bumped into my brother. Obi: Hahahaha, what's happening to you? Who is chasing you? Me: It is your brother. I think he wants to rape me. Obi: Hahahaha! Hahaha! Everyone go collect sha! Hahaha! Hahaha! Hahaha! As my brother and I were laughing in the passage, somebody came up to us. He looked like a thug or rapper. He had tattoos on his hands. He wore his sleeveless leather jacket over a T-shirt with big chains around his neck like a rapper. His hair was split all the way back, and he had five rings on different fingers with more tattoos on his neck. Displaying "who goes there," he was well-muzzled, just like us, though cute, but he looked scary, and he came up to us to ask… Felix: Good evening. Please, I dey look for Emma. I be Felix. By Whiteman Michael. Join us on Facebook: Ourstory TB. Morals: 1. Expressing Vulnerability as a Man: Keeping too much inside can weigh you down, even to the point of harming your health. Society often pressures men to avoid showing emotion, hugging, or expressing care for one another because it’s seen as "unmanly" or "gay." But as a man, you sometimes need a hug, to feel comfort, and to allow yourself to be vulnerable. You need to let yourself cry when needed. Feeling your emotions doesn’t make you weak; it makes you human. 2. Talk Things Out: Keeping malice doesn’t solve anything. Instead, sit down and have a conversation. Most times, you’ll discover things about the other person that you didn’t know before, and you’ll feel lighter and freer once things are resolved. Holding grudges only eats away at you from the inside. 3. Companionship and Connection: You and your friend can be in the same room, on top of each other, pressing your phones or just hanging out—it doesn’t mean anything has to happen beyond that. Humans aren’t meant to exist alone. We need connection, companionship, and sometimes just the presence of others. Isolating yourself too often can allow your inner demons to surface and take over. 4. Understanding Perspective: Don’t judge people or situations without knowing all sides of the story. You may be acting on assumptions based on limited information. Sometimes, hearing both sides brings clarity and peace. It allows for forgiveness and helps you move forward with empathy and understanding. 5. Boundaries and Balance: It’s important to establish healthy boundaries in relationships. Love and care don’t have to be romantic or possessive. Respecting each other’s space, emotions, and personal choices is what builds a supportive family or friendship. 6. Family Is More Than Blood: Sometimes, the people who truly care for you may not be related by blood but are just as valuable. Build your own family with those who love, support, and uplift you. Whether through chosen family or biological ties, love is what binds us. 7. Forgive Yourself and Others: Mistakes and regrets are part of life. Learn to forgive yourself and those who hurt you. Holding on to guilt or resentment only holds you back from growth and happiness. Forgiveness doesn’t mean you have to forget—it means you’re choosing freedom from the weight of bitterness. 8. Embrace Change: Life is unpredictable, and clinging to old habits or pain can stunt your progress. Embrace change, even when it’s scary or painful. Growth often comes from stepping into the unknown and letting go of old wounds. By Whiteman Michael Join us on Facebook: OurStory TB Our back-to-back stories have ended for now. Sponsorship ended today. See you when we return! To get us posting every day, we need your likes and comments to reach at least 200—or sponsor a story! It’s cheaper than a bottle of pure water.

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*What the U.S, Government funding freeze mean for the health of queer people in Nigeria:* 1- Queer people are (highly) vulnerable to acquiring HIV. All local data shows that HIV prevalence among men who have sex with men is much higher compared to the general population. 2- To reduce the risk of spreading HIV to other people, queer people who have been diagnosed with the virus needs to be on lifelong antiretroviral drugs and do regular check up. 3- To reduce the risk of acquiring HIV, queer people who are negative need to have regularly test themselves and be on PrEP. The benefit of PrEP in men who have sex with men is significant. 4- To prevent spread or acquisition of HIV, queer people must never run out of condoms and lubricants. HIV is easily transmitted through condomless intercourse. Lubricants prevent skin breakage during penetrative anal intercourse. 5- The US government through various agencies like USAID and CDC provides the antiretroviral drugs that keep people living with HIV healthy and alive. In addition, the US government provides the PrEP, condoms and lubricants that are used by many people. 6- The funding freeze by this current US government administration can interrupt access to these life saving interventions. An interruption means many people could become newly HIV positive without even knowing. And those people can infect other people. 7- The future of HIV services is uncertain at the moment. One possibility is that people will have to buy their medicines through insurance or out of pocket spending. Many queer people do not have the resources to buy these drugs consistently for life. 7- Queer people who are HIV negative need to be extra cautious all the time and take better care for their health. There is no such thing as being too careful. The goal is to remain negative. 8- Queer people who are HIV positive need to ensure that they don’t run out of their HIV medicines. Now is the time to get more refill and do your viral load testing as service provision could be disrupted in the near future. Stay glued to government information sources to keep updated on the situation of things. The goal is to remain healthy. 9- The chances of transmitting HIV to another person is very low if your viral load is undetectable. Queer people need to support each other by sharing information on adherence and healthy living. Saving one person helps the entire community. 10- Talk freely about HIV with your partner. This will ensure that everyone has the right information. Remember that information is power. Thank you. Stay safe. Stay alive. ✌️ *Share this information with all queer people in your network.*

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Straight boys 24 Gentle lion The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the faint sounds of students passing by in the hallway. They just brought the light. Warm evening light filtered through the window, casting long shadows across the room. Stacks of textbooks and half-empty coffee cups cluttered the desk, remnants of late-night study sessions. Martin is a very intelligent boy. Martin sat nervously on the edge of the bed, glancing at me as I leaned against the desk, my hands stuffed in my pockets. It looked like we had been inseparable for months—late-night conversations, stolen glances during dinners, and casual touches that lingered just a bit longer than necessary. Tonight felt different. The air between us was charged, thick with anticipation and unspoken feelings. I took a tentative step closer, my eyes searching Martin's face. I saw a picture of him and his mum. Behind the picture was written Love from K. Who was K I thought to myself. But he seemed nervous or scared. I had to ask. "You okay?" I asked softly. Martin nodded, though his heart raced. "Yeah... just—this is new for me." I smiled gently. "I will be gentle." I reached out, my fingers brushing against his. The simple touch grounded us both. Martin exhaled a shaky laugh. "Kind of wild, huh? Us, here." My grin widened. "Yeah. But it feels right because you want it." Silence settled between us, comfortable yet electric. I sat beside Martin, our knees touching. Slowly, almost hesitantly, I cupped his cheek, my thumb grazing the faint stubble there. Martin leaned into the touch, his breath catching. "You don't have to rush," I whispered. "I want this," Martin replied, his voice steady now. "With you." Our lips met in a tender, unhurried kiss—a promise, a beginning. The world outside faded, leaving only the quiet sanctuary of our room and the warmth blossoming between us. We pulled back, our foreheads resting together. "We'll figure this out," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. "Together," Martin agreed. And in that moment, everything else seemed simple. The room was dim, illuminated only by the warm, faint glow of a desk lamp. I could feel the weight of the moment as Martin sat beside me, his hands fidgeting nervously. His shoulders were tense, and his breaths were shallow, betraying the uncertainty he was trying to hide. "Hey," I said softly, placing my hand over his. "We don’t have to do this. Not if you're unsure." Martin's eyes met mine, wide and sincere. "No, I want this," he whispered, his voice trembling but resolute. "I’m just… nervous." His honesty only made me admire him more. "That's okay," I assured him, brushing my thumb gently over his knuckles. "We can go as slow as you want. Or stop anytime." He shook his head, determination flickering in his eyes. "I trust you." The weight of those words settled in my chest, warm and profound. I leaned closer, giving him time to pull back if he wanted to. When he didn’t, our lips met in a gentle kiss — soft, tentative, filled with unspoken promises. His tension slowly melted as I kept the moment tender and unhurried. My hand found its way to his cheek, and he leaned into the touch, sighing softly. Each kiss became a little more confident, a little more sure, as we found a rhythm that was entirely our own. I pulled back slightly, resting my forehead against his. "Still okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah," he breathed, his lips curving into a small smile. "More than okay." We stayed close, letting the warmth between us speak louder than words. There was no rush, no pressure — only the quiet understanding that this was a beginning built on trust and love. I suddenly found myself freeing some tears from my eyes as I slowly undressed. He felt the tears on my face and licked them up with his tongue. Then he started licking me—slowly and gently. Me: I… I… think— It felt like the situation had changed. I was the one who used to reassure him, but now, he was the one taking charge. It was as if he knew exactly what those tears were meant for. As each one dropped from my eyes down my face, I could feel the gentle burns on my cheeks. These tears were hot. I could feel his warm breath on my skin. Inside, my heart was a storm of confusion. I had so many questions to ask him, but it seemed like he had already made up his mind. These feelings kept haunting me, and I was drifting away— Not before a resounding pain snapped me back. It sounded like many blows, but it was just one slap. Yet, it hurt like hell. Martin: I need you to be here—not wherever your mind is taking you. I didn’t know how to get angry at him. Even my younger siblings had never slapped me before. But that slap changed everything. Instead of getting angry and leaving—or using it as an excuse to stop whatever strange thing was happening— I grabbed his face and kissed him, more intentionally this time. I snuffed out his breaths, sucking in his spit. He knew then: he had awakened a part of me he shouldn’t have. I started licking him like an animal, just as he had done to me not too long ago. I grabbed his n!ppl€ and sucked it like a newborn puppy clinging to its mother. The excitement was unbearable. He was over the edge, trying to push my head away, but I ignored him. I continued, possessed by something wild inside me. I moved from one side to the other, making his senses spiral. Now, it was his tears spilling—gently dropping onto my body. “Please” he begged as he couldn't take the excitement anymore. But Ignored. And I licked them up, just as he had done. As subtle as he could, he begged for mercy again. Martin: Let’s go back to slow and steady. I’m sorry, my love. Me: Huh… I see you want to slow now eh. Martin: I’m sorry, my love. Me: You’re not my love. I have someone I love—let’s establish that fact. Call me something else. He paused, assessing the situation, thinking about everything that had happened between us and how it all started. Me: What are you thinking about now? Should I slap you? Martin: Gentle lion. Me: What? Martin: That’s what I’ll call you—the gentle lion. Me: Hmm… okay. So, what exactly should the gentle lion do now? Martin: Be the lion that you are—but gentle. For a moment, I drifted off, but I snapped back, staring at him as he spoke. Then, I let all the excuses fade into the background. I put him on his back. Gently, I started licking and tasting him like a prepared meal. Savouring the taste and the moment. I went down to his pillar, taking it in as slowly and gently as I could. Moving up and down with my mouth, I created an atmosphere of warmth around him. I raised his legs, continuing on his pillar. Having his legs resting on my shoulders, one arm was fiddling with his n!ppl@s while the other had a finger gently entering his @$$hole. I guess this is what he wanted. Gently, with lube from Tunde, one finger went in… then two. Gradually, as he arched, wriggling like a worm in a salt solution, I went into his house gently—but it seemed this wasn’t going to be easy. For the gates to his home weren't opening. Me: Do you still want this…? He pushed me up, and I sat on the bed with my back to the wall. Then he sat on me gently. By taking me with his own hand, he allowed me inside his house, grabbing me tightly as he let me in slowly. I could feel the unease on his face, just like I felt during my first time. I was entering his home gradually and I felt the warmth from inside. I remembered Tunde flooding my face with kisses to distract me from that area. Then I grabbed his face as he sat and kissed him with all the love I could find in that moment. Gently, I came out and went back in—no rush— In and out I went as gently as I could until it rained. Covered with my own rain because I had used an umbrella. I let out hot breaths of exhaustion, and so did he. When I looked at his face, I saw his smile. Finally, he got it just the way he wanted. He whispered, “Can you please help me let the rain out too, my gentle lion?” At first, I wanted to give him a touch of my mouth so he could rain. But he was a good guy, my own little guy. So I gave him my underballs like Mustapha had given him before. This, he liked, because he got to suck on tits and feel like a man. Then he let out the rain, and both of us slept like little babies who had just taken milk from their mothers. Drenched in sweats, with all the beddings wet with rain drops and sweats. By Whitman Micheal join us on Facebook OURSTORY TB I woke up to a call from a new number. Me: Hello? Obi: Are you still sleeping? No school today? Me: Yeah, no school. Who is this? I yawned like a lion. Obi: 😂😂😂 Bro, it’s me, joor! That’s when it hit me—my younger brother was coming today. Me: Ahh, Obi, kee kwan? (How are you doing?) Obi: I’m okay. Me: What time are you coming? Obi: Papa said he has an investors’ meeting today. Mama said she can’t go alone since the ceremony is over. So, I’m guessing you’ll have to come pick me up. Also, Papa said when you come, you’ll drive the old car with all my stuff and the food Mama made for your friends. Me: Ahh, Obi, that food was supposed to be for your friends—of which you have none for now. Okay, what time do you want me to come? Obi: You know you have to drive to and fro—you come pick me with the car and drive back. So, I’m guessing it’s all at your discretion. Me: Hmmm, Obi speaking English. Okay then, evening. Obi: Big bro, I miss you. Can’t wait to see you and spend time with you. Me: Yeah, same here. When I dropped the phone, I looked around and remembered the activities of the night before. Then I looked at Martin, still sleeping soundly but hugging me tightly. I wanted to wake him up and ask him to clean his room so my brother could stay with him, but something held me back. I got up, picked my used rubber with my raindrops, flushed it down the toilet, wore my clothes, and gave him a kiss. Then I left. By Whitman Micheal join us on Facebook OURSTORY TB I knocked on my door, and Ejiro opened it. First, I went to have a bath, then changed my boxers, and joined Mustapha and Ejiro on the bed. I stretched out my arms, hugging them both. They laughed, hugged me back, and we slept for at least an hour more. This time, I was woken up by another call—the police officer. I woke Mustapha and Ejiro and asked them to call Tunde. We decided that Mustapha, Ejiro, Tunde, Larry, and I would go to the police, while Nat took care of business. Nat: What about food? Me: Can you hold on till evening? I promise you, you’ll overfeed. Nat: Anything you say, my lord. Me: Come, what’s doing you? 😆 We got to the station, and the officer was there. After exchanging pleasantries, we sat in his office, and he spoke. Officer: Without hesitation, let’s get on with it. Have you considered all I said? Me: Yes, we did. And for the best, it’s okay to drop the case and reduce the publicity. Officer: Seeing you boys, I know that house rent, handouts, laptops, and phones are now the in-thing. So, I was thinking a sum of about 450,000 will take care of all this. This will go a long way to solve the issue and at least make you happy and smile. You’ll take your girlfriends out and have fun. How do you boys see it? For a moment, the silence was awkward, and he mistook our silence for surprise. Officer: Eh, I know the money is too much, but we’re willing to make it go away. Me: Excuse me, I’m sorry for the mistake. Officer: What mistake? Me: You see, my father is a district manager of one of the biggest banks in Nigeria. I have a trust fund that’s above your retirement savings. He relaxed into his chair. Me: Mustapha here has a father in charge of an entire division of the military unit of this country. So, we know money. What is 450k? Please, we will leave now and get a lawyer that will make this sound more serious. Officer: Okay, okay, I’m sorry. What’s the number? Ejiro: Didn’t you know you should’ve asked for that before assuming? Officer: Ahhh, this is really going to be tougher than I expected. Larry: You said his brother knows the IG, so tell him we’ll be here with a barrister. So that it’ll look more real. Officer: I’m sorry, young men. Please, pardon me. At least give me a number. Me: 15. Officer: 15? As in 15…? Me: Figure it out, officer. He knows the IG. Mustapha: Kai, officer kwo. Let me make it clearer. We are asking for 15 million. If they ask, you tell them 16 or any number above, the same way they tried to use you to make us collect peanuts. We are using you to make them pay coconuts, kwo. See, what we want is 15 million. If you tell them 20, five is for you, sekina. If they go lower than 15, you see that first amount you called—450k, kwo—that's what we will give you as a thank you. The officer was sweating, shocked by our intelligence and strategy. Me: You yourself know they won’t give you up to a million—that’s even if they gave you anything. Since you said it’s from the IG, it’ll only be a promise of promotion. The officer knew I’d hit the nail on the head, and it made him question himself on these negotiations. Officer: I really miscalculated. Get yourself a good lawyer when I ask you to, and I’ll be telling them you guys said 20 million, no more, no less. Me: Thanks for your understanding. Then we left the police station. Larry: Big bro, if this comes true, I promise to let you help me make decisions on that money. Me: Don’t worry, my dad is a great financial advisor. He’ll know how you can spend that sum and make it worthwhile. Larry: I have to go and see someone. All: Who? Larry: Relax, guys. This person is harmless. Me: Can we at least know where? Larry: Actually, it’s our hostel. Mustapha: Who do you want to see? Larry looked at me, and I knew it was Emma he wanted to meet. Me: Just go home and wait for us. Tunde: Are we going somewhere? Me: Yes, I want to introduce you to my parents. Mustapha and Ejiro laughed, but only Ejiro understood the joke. Tunde: Ahh, egbami! So you’ve proposed, and I didn’t know ni? Mustapha: His folks are nice. Wait, are we the ones to bring that big boy to school? Me: Seems so. Tunde: Finally! I have to meet the smaller versions of you and the older version of you. I smiled—he was referring to my brothers and dad. We went to my place. The officer called the chief, who was the older brother of Pastor Jeff. Chief: How did it go? Officer: Sir, these boys are way more intelligent than I thought. Chief: They refused 5 million naira?? Officer: Hmmm, not only did they refuse it, they made a demand of 20 million, threatening it will be more if it’s not done first. Chief: Hmmm, what sort of boys are these? What will they do with all that money? Okay, set up a meeting with them—not all of them, about three of them, including the main boy—so I can hear from them myself. I don’t want this to get messy. Officer: Okay, sir. Young boys nowadays—what will they do with money if not buy laptops, clothes, shoes, or cars? Chief: Just arrange the meeting. And I hope you actually gave them that offer of 5 million? He became sweaty and afraid. Officer: Eh, yes sir. We got home, and Mum was happy I brought friends. Ejiro and Mustapha she knew, but Tunde was new. So he got more attention since the others had lived in our house before. Dad was happy to see me. He gave me a tight hug, kissed my forehead, and left for work. Tunde got twice the meat we got at home, and coolers and warmers were loaded for us to take to school. She presumed we’d eat the food for at least two days. Dad asked me to drive back when the food was all consumed so I wouldn’t have to come and go multiple times. My mum loves Mustapha and Ejiro like her long-lost kids. When she comes out of the kitchen, she’ll feed Mustapha or Ejiro a piece of meat or fish from her hand to their mouths. We loaded the small Corolla, which was my dad’s first car before he got the others—of recent, though. I had learned how to drive when I stayed with Mustapha in the North. He taught me. I drove to school, and we all ate again while Tunde carefully kept all the soups in different takeaway containers to save up in the refrigerator for us while we devoured the rice. He also preserved the wrapped fufu and garri my mother made. I knocked at Martin’s door. When I entered, the room was swept clean and very neat—it even smelled nice. Me: Martin, this is Obi, my brother. Martin: Boss, how far? Welcome. Me: So he might come here sometimes until we get this room next door to you. Martin: Noo, we’re fine na. Why rent more rooms? Me: It’s fine. We need the space. Obi: I heard you’re in 100 level too. Me: Yes, you guys are in the same faculty but different departments, so you probably will do similar courses. Thank God Martin is a good boy—you’ll be brought up to speed. Obi: Okay, bro. I introduced everyone to him. They were just as stunned as he was—almost taller than me but lanky and slim like Martin. I guess it’s an age thing. When we left Martin’s room, I didn’t look at him or say anything to him. Later, the officer called the same day, but at night, asking when it would be convenient to have a meeting with the big guy himself. I said Saturday. Nat: Obi, where are you guys in your family running to with all these heights? Obi: 😂😂😂 I don’t know. I went out for a bit to relax on the balcony, then Tunde came up to me. Tunde: Omo, your mum was fun ooo! See how she took care of me. I need to come for holidays in your house so that she’ll give me meat and fish like Mustapha and Ejiro. Me: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Fi mi lee. (Leave me alone.) Tunde: See you, speaking Yoruba. Ngwanu. (Alright.) Me: Hahahaha 😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Who taught you that? Tunde: 😂😂😂 Oya na. As we spoke and laughed, Obi came out. Tunde: Our brother has come—no more balcony, because he will be looking for you now. Me: Oya, get out of here. Obi: Bro, your guys are cool. Me: They are more like family. Obi: Yeah, but Larry is a man that looks like a girl—he is fine. Me: Hahahaha 😂🤣🤣🤣 So you like him? Obi: Ahh, noooo! Not that, biko, before Father will send me to the North. Me: Hahahaha 😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Ahhh, I don suffer. Obi: Relax, joor. 😂😂😂 Me: Why did you come out here? Obi: I just wanted to be near you. I don't want them to keep asking me many things. I smiled. Me: The university is a wild and wide place. Don’t get lost. Be your own man, and don’t let anyone drag you to do what you don’t want to do—not even me. Obi: Ahh, you ke? You can’t do me bad. I missed you like mad. Me: You keep saying that. Tell me, what’s that about? No talk say you don dey fall in love with your bro. Obi: Omo, the gay jokes around here are too 😂😂😂 much. It’s not like that, sha. Me: So tell me, what’s it like? Obi: You know, while you were drawn to Brother Uzo that time to learn boys' stuff, we—I mean me and Eke—were drawn to you. Being a man, you learned from Papa and Uzo. We, me in particular, learned from you. So, when Papa took you away, you were not the only one that was hurt—even me too, even Eke. We missed having you around to teach us and talk to us. I found out that my leaving was not only painful to me but also affected everyone I was connected to. I grabbed Obi and hugged him on that balcony. He was warm and hugged me tight too. How did I not know that a boy missed his brother so much? By Whitman Micheal Join us on Facebook OURSTORY TB Morals: Whether you have brothers or not, as far as you are a guy, you are someone's role model. Someone is looking up to you. If you have brothers and you are a guy or a girl, and you have younger sisters or even brothers, they are looking up to you. They see you as the version of themselves they will eventually grow into. If you do the wrong things, they will see it as things they can do too. So be careful and cautious of the attitude you display around younger ones. They are learning from you, consciously and unconsciously. Sometimes, when someone has made up their mind on what they want, there is no going back. Don’t go for financial negotiations without people who are more knowledgeable than yourself, so you don’t get cheated and cry later. Some mothers can be beyond blood and love any child they see. So cherish such mothers and show them love. By Whitman Micheal Join us on Facebook OUR STORY TB Please like, share, and comment. 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Straight Boys 22 The Offer I was so shocked and worried. Everyone was talking in Tunde’s room, and he walked in. When he noticed I wasn't moving or saying anything, he knew that something was definitely wrong. He walked to the door and locked it behind him, then came down and sat beside me. Tunde: "What is wrong? Why is your face so down? I know that something is wrong, and do not tell me that there is nothing wrong." Me: "What do I do? What do I do?" Tunde: "What do you mean, 'what do you do'? Who is bothering you, or what exactly is bothering you?" I didn't say anything. I just rested on his chest. It's been a while since I had this calm moment. Tunde: "Now you are getting me worried. Please don't let anything bother you; I don't want to be bothered myself. I hope you are okay. I really feel like I have done something wrong. Is it me?" Me: "You have not done anything wrong. It is not you. It is Martin." Tunde: "That one? He is a small boy. But what exactly has he done to you?" Me: "He has me wrapped around." Tunde: "Just take your time and explain it to me in a way that I will understand." Me: "He wants me to do it with him, like the real deal. I've only done it with you. I don’t want to. He keeps pushing and expecting." Tunde: "Do you know that I know something about you? I know that you are strong, that you take only the things you want, and whatever you don't want, you drop. You value certain things, and one of them is reputation." Me: "So what exactly are you saying?" Tunde: "I am saying that if you do not want to do it with him, you would have told him directly, 'I do not want to do it with you.' But deep down inside you, you love him that way. You really want him. You are feeling him. And deep down inside, you love me. But you do not want to confuse your love for me with the infatuation you have for him because what you have for me is not infatuation, it is love. "You have tasted the forbidden fruit with me, and now you are holding yourself back from exploring further." I laughed at his explanation of things. His use of language sounded funny, and at the same time, he looked serious. Me: "Do you want me to expand my infatuations, as you have called it?" Tunde: "I am not a selfish guy. I have never been selfish. Everything I have, I have shared. I like to have things to share with other people rather than having everything all to myself. That is how I was able to have all these boys living under my roof, and that is how I was able to infect you with my love and have you do the things that you would rather not do. "Listen, I will say this to you right now: if you want to have this guy, do it with him. Have this moment. Enjoy it with him. Let it slide, let it leave your mind. Because if you don't do it with him now and you find out he's doing it with someone else, you will become angry. And when you become angry, you may do something stupid. I've seen it happen before, so I know what I'm talking about." Me: "Will it affect us? Will it affect what we share?" Tunde: "I was afraid that I would put up a fight with Mustafa when we started, but I discovered that the love you have for Mustafa is a totally different kind of love than what you have for me. I know you love me, and your love for me is not just erotic love. You love me beyond all measures. "If you were asked to choose a man to marry, I know you would choose me. But then, I’m not going to hold you back from having fun." Me: "Is that what we are calling it now? Fun?" Tunde: "I know that you are a church guy. Don't allow church to deceive you. Do what you want to do for yourself, but know when to say enough is enough. Know when to control the limits." Me: "You see, that is my problem. Because I know when to say enough, I know that I can control myself. But him? I don’t think he can. It's like a new baby you just gave milk to—he just wants to keep taking it." Tunde: laughs "Whose fault is it then? Who gave him milk to taste? Isn't it you?" Me: "I doubt that. I didn't even give enough for him to know whether it's sweet or not. It's Mustafa that gave him the whole thing, and now he wants it from me." Tunde: "You know, you are a lovable person naturally. Anyone who sees you will just fall in love with you, so I don’t blame the boy." Me: "You’re not even making it easy for me. You're making it hard." Tunde: "You mean I'm making you hard?" Then he started kissing me, making me feel calm. Me: "So I should get done with it?" Tunde: "And you want me to tell you, 'No, don’t do it'? I know you want me to tell you not to do it, but I know you. If I tell you not to do it, you actually won’t. But then, if you see somebody else doing it with him, it will pain you. And I don't want to see you pained or angry. So just do it." Me: "Okay, if you're my boyfriend, then what is he supposed to be?" Tunde: "He is supposed to be like your baby boy. Haven't you seen couples with their baby boys and girls? The man has a baby girl, and the woman has a baby boy." Me: "So, are you comfortable with me having a baby boy?" Tunde: laughs "Can I ask you a question?" Me: "What is it?" Tunde: "Are we in a relationship?" Me: "What? Are you crazy right now? What do you mean by that? What is happening in a relationship that is not happening between us?" As I spoke, he laughed more. Then he unzipped me, practically making his way into my boxers, caressing every part of my body. By Whitman Micheal Join Us on Fcaebook Our story Tb Tunde: "So, are you saying that we are boyfriends?" Me: "Wait a minute, in fact, stop this thing you're doing to me right now. What is actually happening? Why are you asking me this right now?" Tunde: "My brother sleeps with so many people, but I know for a fact that he has only one boyfriend, and that is Oscar." Me: "So what did Oscar and your brother do that we are not doing?" Tunde: "Honestly? Every single thing, except for the fact that we cannot be seen together in our own home." Me: "Do you want us to start making out in front of the guys?" Tunde: "Sometimes I want that, but I understand that it is not good for all of us." Me: "I thought you would be able to give me some concrete advice, but here you are making me all confused. Look at me—I love you. Like, I really do. If I’m going to get married to a man, it’s going to be you. But I’m not even sure if I want to get married to a man right now. My priority is finishing school, getting a great job, having a wife and kids for my family. And I know that is what your life is about right now. Do you want to change it?" Tunde: "Why can't I just marry you, walk in front of everyone, and show them that you are my beautiful, pretty husband?" Me: laughs "Are you serious? This is getting ridiculous. I can see very clearly now." Tunde: "What are you seeing? What is clear?" Me: "I thought I was having trouble and was trying to confide in you, but here you are, professing your love for me." Tunde: "I don't have any problem with you doing it with him. In fact, maybe one day, you should bring him to our secret hotel, and let’s have a threesome with him. Let’s see how he takes it." Me: "Do you know that his mother practically handed him over to me? That’s what’s making his head swell. She asked me to be his guardian. How am I supposed to guide the boy when all he wants is for me to do it with him?" Tunde: "Now I understand your confusion. You're the one who started calling him your younger brother when you already have two younger brothers at home. Even you, self brother no dey tire you?" Me: "You self what about you? How many people are you going to save and bring inside your room? Like, 27 boys sleeping in your room?" Tunde: "Ogbeni, leave that matter small. If you had grown up in that place we visited, you would have understood that it is not easy to live there at all." Me: "I can’t leave my parents and the life they gave me because, honestly, I don’t think I can survive there. Unless somehow they themselves would be able to live there, then we could say that we all survived it. Maybe I would have known you, maybe not. But generally speaking, out of all this discussion, do great people actually come from that place? Like, people who make it in life?" Tunde: "In the dirtiest places in the world, great things come out of it. So there is no place too small for great people not to come out of. For example, I am going to be great. Am I not from there?" I shut his mouth up with kisses. This was the first time we were spending alone time in the hostel, doing some funny things. Me: "All right, if you say so, I'll do it with him. But I still have you in my heart." As I finished talking, I looked into his eyes. He was ready to have me, and I was disposing myself. I took off my shirt. He didn’t even wait for me to finish—he grabbed me and started sucking on my chest. When I took off my shirt, both of us already had hard boners. We completely forgot that we were at home, in my room. I fell on the bed with him above me. We were lost, kissing each other. It had been so long—we were hot. As I took off his shirt and tasted his chest, his nips— Ejiro knocked on the door persistently. Both of us stopped. That was when we realized we had been lost somewhere else. We started laughing as Tunde entered the bathroom, and I went to open the door, hiding my boner by bending it backward. Ejiro: laughs "Haha, I’m sorry, I know I interrupted something, but the police are calling you." Me: "Eh?" Tunde: "Eh? You say wetin?" He ran out of the bathroom. Ejiro: "Nooo, I don't mean they are here, like physically. They called on your phone. You left it on the table in Tunde’s room." Me: "Oh, okay." I left the room to call them back outside. Tunde came out of the bathroom again. Ejiro: laughs "Hahaha." Tunde: "Why are you laughing?" Ejiro: "I know whatever was about to happen in here—you started it." Tunde: "Ahhh, it’s not true!" Ejiro: "I know you both. He has more control than you." Tunde: "Leave that matter. What do you think the police want?" Ejiro: "I honestly don’t know." Then Tunde spanked Ejiro on the butt. Ejiro: "Ahhh, Tunde! Since when? Don’t start that ooo! I am not at all in any way in the mood." Before Ejiro could finish talking, Tunde gave him a kiss and left. Ejiro kept quiet, confused, not knowing what to feel or do. By whitman Micheal join us on facebook Ourstory TB On the other hand, I spoke to the police officers. They wanted to see us to make a deal with us because it turns out Pastor Jeff has another brother who is really wealthy and would like to cover for all his actions. They wanted us to drop the case so that the police would not continue their investigation. The police officer was very kind and straightforward. He told me that Pastor Jeff has an elder brother with connections, even to the highest authority—the Inspector General of Police. We had an option to ask for any amount of money we wanted in exchange for dropping the case so that he could take his brother and leave. He wanted to take his brother out of the country so that he would no longer be a nuisance to him. I understood perfectly what the officer meant, and I asked him to be patient so that we could have a discussion and decide exactly how to go about it. Without wasting time, as night was approaching, I asked everyone to assemble in Tunde’s room so we could have a meeting. Me: "How is everybody doing? I can see you are all happy. It’s not easy dealing with six guys all together. I mean, I have to deal with myself first before dealing with others." Nat: "You are really trying. I mean, for you to handle all this, it’s not easy. You are really a good shepherd." Me: "Abeg ooo, na Jesus be the Good Shepherd." Ejiro: "Don't tease us too much. Just tell us—what did they say?" Me: "Well, the police officers called and informed me that Pastor Jeff has a rich brother who really knows people. They want us to drop the charges, but not for free. His brother has spoken to the Inspector General of Police to release Pastor Jeff. But we have the upper hand, and you all know how the justice system works in this country. If we keep pursuing this case, we will need a lawyer to take him to court, and we’ll have to pay legal fees. Right now, from what I can see, it’s just the five of us here. We are the parents, brothers, sisters, uncles, and aunts of Larry. He has no one else. So, everyone here needs to decide—do we let Pastor Jeff’s brother pay any amount of money he is willing to offer so that he can take his brother away and give us peace? Trust me, I know what fighting rich people is like—it’s not looking good at all." Ejiro: "Even though the decision is for Larry to make, I don’t like the idea of just dropping the case like that after everything Pastor Jeff has done." Nat: "Just like he said, let’s let Larry make the decision, not us." Ejiro: "Stop saying that! Stop saying, 'Let Larry take the decision.' What do you mean by that? So you want us to leave him and let him just go scot-free?" Nat: "I never said that. I just said it’s not for you or me to make that decision. Even Emeka didn’t make any decision; he just said Larry should decide." Mustafa: "I wish there was something I could do. Even though my father is a military officer, I don’t think pulling strings up to the IG is his thing—especially when it comes to a case like this. I think we should just let Larry choose. Whatever he chooses, he should just be aware of what comes after it." Ejiro: "That’s it! You guys keep saying Larry should choose, but you’ve already made a choice for him. By saying, ‘We are his family, and we have no money for lawyers,’ you are already telling him that he has no way to fight for justice. So you’ve made the decision for him—you just want him to say it out loud." Martin: "I really don’t think so. I think we are just being rational and emotional at the same time. Honestly, if you ask me, I’d say we should bill them a large sum of money—something they may not even be able to pay—just to make them feel the pain. Ejiro, I understand your anger. I know how it feels to be raped, even though I’ve never been raped before. Larry’s justice will not bring justice to you—your justice is different. So please, let’s all take this gently. Larry, the floor is yours. What do you want?" Larry: "I honestly don’t know. I just wish there was a way out of this. But he’s not the first person to hurt me, and I don’t see him as any different. I have been hurt by so many people—even some of the boys who were crying in the police station that day. Some of them did the same thing to me. Little did I know that they were just repeating what had been done to them. I choose to bill them a large sum of money. Let’s see if they can pay. And there will be no negotiation on the amount." Tunde: "Do you have a number in your head?" Larry: "Maybe 800K." Me: "Eh?" Ejiro: laughing "Who is going to pay that kind of money just because he touched you?" Tunde: "I don’t understand. What are you saying?" Ejiro: "No amount of money can truly make up for what he did. So no matter what number you call, call a real number—something they will actually have to struggle to pay." Me: "So you mean 800K isn’t a large amount? Is that what you’re saying?" Ejiro: "Yes." All: laughing "Hahahaha!" Ejiro: "Why are you guys laughing?" Me: "First of all, my dearest, from now henceforth, I will be putting a price tag on every artwork that you draw. It will no longer be your price—I now see why we are not making a lot of money from your artworks. Secondly, that amount is too small for someone who can call the IG. Do you even understand the power of the Inspector General of Police in the whole of Nigeria? Let’s think of a serious amount. Who has a number for us?" Mustafa: "Five million. I’m looking at five million—no negotiations." Me: "Okay, is there any other suggestion?" Tunde: "Fifteen million. For me, it’s fifteen million." By Whitman Micheal Join us on Fcaebook OurStory TB Larry: "I… that's too much. They will just think that we are being stupid or something." Me: "Larry, that is not too much. And if they think we are being stupid, then they are even more stupid for asking us to forget such a horrific incident and move on with our lives. So, I'm going to put a number, and that is the number we are going to work with. If they cannot give us this amount, they shouldn't give us anything less than the number Tunde called, which is also too small. My number is 20 million." Ejiro: laughing "You know that you're crazy, right? Who is going to give you that kind of money?" Me: "Yes, I am crazy, but anyone trying to pay for something like this is even crazier. If they don't have the money, they shouldn't call my phone anymore." Ejiro: "If this really goes through like you said… if it even gets up to 1 million, anything I draw, you are going to be putting the price tag on it." Me: "I am saying that I will do so already. You're no longer allowed to put a price tag on any of your artworks—I will be doing that for you. I’m not going to take the money, but I will set the prices. You need to understand that people get paid for their work." Nat: "Hey, how are you doing? Can we talk?" Me: "Yes, sure. What is it?" Nat: "Your younger brother is still coming tomorrow, right?" Me: "Yes, he's coming tomorrow. Any problem?" Nat: "You know that guy has moved out of our hostel, so the room next to Martin’s is actually vacant. I was hoping I could rent it, so me and one other person could stay there—to ease the burden of all of us staying in the same room. I’ve saved some money while working for you and doing other small gigs." I smiled, looking at his face. He looked so fine and shy, almost like he would faint from embarrassment. Nat: "This is new to me. You have never really touched my face before—or any part of my body." Me: "Do you want me to touch you more often?" Nat: "Uh… no. I don't want to start growing certain feelings that may be harmful to both of us." Me: "What do you mean by that?" Nat: "I don't want to develop certain feelings that would make you feel something, and I feel something, and then we do something, and it just… happens like that. It's better we continue existing the way we are—together as friends and brothers." Me: "Just one question, and I want you to be honest with me. If you’re honest, we can go to the room." Nat: "Okay." Me: "That guy you showed me in the church—the one you said you are still with, the quiet one that pays you to top him—does he have anything to do with getting you a house?" Nat kept quiet for a few seconds, making eye contact with me. Then he spoke. Me: "I didn’t even think you were going to remember everything about those guys that night—including your assistant course rep, who just called me a few minutes ago, begging me to come back. Well, that guy saw all of us the other day, and he was like, ‘Why do these guys all look muscular and big? What am I doing with them?’ And I told him, ‘I live with them. They are my cousins and friends. We all share one room because we couldn’t afford to pay for more than one.’ He immediately transferred 200K for me to get a room for myself. But after everything you guys have done for me, I cannot leave by myself. So, I’m asking you to give me permission to get a room where I can stay with at least one person—maybe Larry. That way, there will be enough space for your brother, you, and Mustafa—or your brother and Martin. The rest of you can sleep in another room so that we don't overcrowd ourselves like we are doing now." Me: "Thank you so much. I’m so, so grateful. Do you know that some guys would receive that money, and nobody here would even know? They’d buy themselves a new phone or new gadgets. But you want to share. I’m grateful." He smiled, looking shy. Nat: "I should be the one grateful to you." Me: "So, are you doing this because of my brother? How am I supposed to repay you? I don’t have money to give you, and neither do I want to have sex with you. You just said we are friends and brothers—and friends and brothers don’t have sex with each other. So, how can I repay you?" Nat: "You don’t have to do anything. We are brothers. You don’t need to repay me." Me: "As long as sex is not involved, I’m willing to do anything for you." Nat: "Let me take you out for dinner—to one of the places I hang out at the most. It’s a place for just boys." Me: "You mean like boys that do boys? Or just boys?" Nat: "Well, it's a place for boys. But both the boys that do boys and the boys that don’t do boys go there because it’s a place where guys come to hang out." Me: "Okay. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll follow you." He smiled and left. As I turned to leave, I saw Martin standing there. He walked up to me. Martin: "I know you have made up your mind, and I know that you are not going to come to the room to stay with me tonight. So, there’s no problem. You can send Mustafa or whoever you want to come over. But I still want us to be friends and brothers and…" Me: "Shut up." Martin: "What?" Me: "Do you have lubricant?" Martin: "What is that? What is lubricant?" By WhitMan Micheal join US on Fcabeook OurStory TB Me: "You have Vaseline?" Martin: "Yes, I do… but why are you asking all these things? What is the meaning of this? What—" Me: "Shut up. Go inside your room right now. Clean the bed, clean the floor, make everywhere neat. Open the doors, turn off all the lights. You're going to get everything you want from tonight until the next day—100%." He was shocked, looking at my face. I gave him a wink and left. By Whiteman Micheal Join us on Facebook—Our Story TB Morals: Wickedness cannot be quantified— whether in cash or otherwise. When someone tells you they want to pay for doing something wicked to you, never think of bringing the price down. Don't even consider whether they can afford it or not. Since they want to put a price on it, call out the highest number in your head. Sometimes, you can be with someone for a very long time, doing everything that happens in a relationship— but you need to ask yourself an important question, and you need to ask that person too: Are we in a relationship? Just because you do everything that happens in a relationship doesn't mean you are actually in one. Two people can be together, but maybe only one of them thinks they’re in a relationship, while the other person doesn’t even realize it. You need to be sure that both of you are truly in a relationship with each other—whether it's a boy or a girl. Be aware and make sure you both see it the same way. Sometimes, you can request something from someone in a funny way— something you really desire—and to your greatest surprise, you might actually get it. Remember if you parents sacricfed a lot for them find a way to make them proud and not displease yourself at the same time, but make them By Whiteman Micheal 200 likes on Facebook to get the next chapter

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Straight boys 21 Family na Blood Ejiro took his Baths in our room. I was still outside. When I came in, he was just coming out of the bathroom, cleaning his body. Then he asked Tunde to go and have his bath, but Tunde said he wouldn’t go unless I joined him. Me: "Are you okay? We’ve never bathed together—why now? Why today?" Tunde: "Because he already knows everything. There’s nothing you’re hiding in front of him anymore." I didn’t want to get into any argument, so I took off my clothes in front of both of them and entered the bathroom. Tunde joined me. We had a bath, came out together, and cleaned our bodies. Then we joined Ejiro on the bed. Ejiro: "I really don’t know what to say. If I call him, I’m still scared and skeptical about it." Me: "You know it’s not a must to call him today, right? Or even call him in front of us. You can call him anytime you want." Tunde: "What are you afraid of? Stop being afraid and just make the call. Free your mind." Ejiro dialed the number. It rang four times, but even when he got it right, he didn’t pick up. Eventually, we gave up. Ejiro: "So... how’s life been for both of you since you guys started this out?" Me: "I really wish I understood what you’re trying to say or ask." Ejiro: "I mean, what do you think? Will you tell everybody, or should we just keep it like this?" Tunde: "I don’t have plans of telling anybody." Me: "Hahaha, I thought you’d say that. Honestly, my brother, there’s no need to tell anybody anything. If you were the one, would you have told anyone?" Ejiro: "Nah, I don’t think so either. I prefer everything being quiet and okay. What do you think I should do? Should I go home? I’m really not comfortable going back there." Me: "You know I told you I’m not going to force you. I won’t force you to do anything you wouldn’t want to do. So yes, if your mind says you shouldn’t go, don’t go. Rather, you can visit them and come back." Tunde: "I know I don’t have a home like you guys. I’d rather float around with anyone. It’s just been me and my brother. That reminds me, tomorrow is Sunday. We have to go see my mom. But what I wanted to say, my guy, is this: there’s nothing like family. Family is family. Blood is blood. They are your blood, and you are theirs. They may have made mistakes by sending you away, but nothing can separate your blood from theirs. If anything happens to you right now, they are the ones who will take you in. So, just forgive them. Don’t rush to go home, though—go gradually. Do weekends or something. But don’t let them think you’ve come back to be the good boy they used to know. Let them fear you a little. Let them realize they need to beg you now and then." Me: "That’s like punishment! Don’t be like that, biko. Just forgive them if your heart says so. Go home when you’re ready, but don’t make it seem like you’re dependent on them for anything." Ejiro: "Alright, I’ve heard you. Thanks so much, you guys. Let me sleep now; I’m so tired. Oh, and Emeka, you’ll follow me to church tomorrow." Tunde: "Since when did you start going to church?" Ejiro: "Not exactly. I just feel like I should be grateful for something. A lot of things are happening in my life right now, and I want to be grateful, especially to God. I really don’t have a church since I left home, but I’d like to go to Emeka’s church." Me: "It’s not my church—it’s the Church of God. It’s the Holy Catholic Church." Tunde: "They use Igbo people to do charm with Catholic Church eh. I don’t know." All: hahahaha Surprisingly, they all went to church with me the next day, except Mustafa, who is a devout Muslim. Luckily, it was his turn to cook, so he made all the meals before we came back. The food was ready when we returned. We dressed up and got ready to visit Tunde’s mom where she was living. Just as we were about to leave, Ejiro’s phone rang—it was Jack calling back. Jack: "Hello? Who is this? Sorry, I missed your call." Ejiro: "Hi, baby. It’s been a very long time." Jack: "Whoaaaa! Omg, omg! What?! Omg, Ejiro! Wow! Is it really you?!" Ejiro: "Yes, it’s me. I’ve missed you too." Jack: "How have you been? How’s everything? I think I got a call from your sister a few days back. She said she found you and told me everything. I’m so, so happy for you! It’s because of you I got sent away to this foreign land. I hope you’re fine. What’s happening? Are you done with school? It’s not been long since I started mine over here." Ejiro: "No, I’m still schooling, and I’m paying for myself." Jack: "Wow, I like that! That’s so good. Thank God you’re okay, safe, and on track. I’m so happy to talk to you right now. This is your phone number, right?" Ejiro: "Yes, it is. How’s school, and how’s your brother and everyone over there?" Jack: "School’s fine. My brother’s fine too. I’m just so happy to hear from you right now. When will you finish school? I’d like you to come over and stay with me. What do you think?" Ejiro: "As soon as I graduate and do everything that needs to be done, I’ll join you. I really don’t mind." Jack: "Hahaha, I really missed you, my novice boy." Ejiro: "Lol, do you think after everything that happened to me, I’m still a novice? Maybe I’m just a pro in disguise!" By whiteman micheal. Join on facebook ourstory TB Jack: 😂😂 "You are not a pro at anything; you’re just a normal young boy who was on the wrong side of things. I’m very sorry—it’s mostly my fault. How have you been surviving? Are you still painting and drawing?" Ejiro: "That’s part of what has been keeping me alive." Jack: "Please text me your account number. I’ll find a way to send you something so you can keep up. I really missed you. I’ll communicate back with you—I have to go right now. I have duties to attend to." Ejiro: "Alright, there’s no problem. Thank you so much for everything. I’ll be expecting your call back whenever you’re ready." Then he cut the call. Mustafa looked at me, food in his hands, like I was in trouble. Mustafa: "So where were you guys going that you didn’t want me to go with you?" Me: "I have no plans of going anywhere without you, my baby boy. Please turn around and ask the guy behind you." He turned around to look at Tunde. Tunde: "I just want to go and pay my mommy a visit. It’s been a long time since I saw her. There’s no big deal. Do you want to come?" Mustafa: "Of course, I want to come! You have to wait for me to have a bath, clean myself, and put on some clothes. Then I’ll join you." Tunde: "Okay, okay, I will wait. Please don’t be angry, my mommy, my slim Hausa mummy." Mustafa: "Keep quiet before you start explaining yourself in this compound. Who is your mommy?" All: Hahaha! 🤣🤣 Nat: "I’m coming with you guys. It’s also my place. I’d like to see some old folks too." Tunde: "Okay." Larry: "Please, I don’t want to be alone at home. Let me join you guys." Tunde: "I think I need to order a big car or a bus to carry us because there’s no way any Uber will want to pick up six boys at once." Me: "You better go and ask Martin if he’s going. If he comes back and notices he’s alone here, you’ll have to figure out where the extra person will sleep." Tunde: "Na true ooo, our last born." Tunde: "Last born, how far? Are you around?" Martin woke up and opened the door, rubbing his eyes. He’d been taking a Sunday afternoon nap. Martin: "Yeah. You guys are going? All dressed up without me?" Tunde: "To my place at the Island—my Makoko community. Have you been there before?" Martin: "So you guys were leaving without me?" Me: "Ahh, no!" Martin: "You guys have to wait for me to have my bath and join you. I can’t spend the afternoon all alone. And stop calling me last born. His brother will soon come, then you’ll have a proper last born." Tunde: "Lol, I haven’t seen his brother, but I doubt he’s going to look younger than you. They all look mature in that family." We all found a way to go to his community. When we arrived, we saw his elderly mom. She was really sick and almost didn’t recognize him because it had been so long since he’d seen her. She started crying when she saw him. She asked if he’d brought all of us to come and beat her up, but he told her no, that we were just his friends. Our presence in the community caused a bit of a stir. Six young men walking together made a lot of people uneasy, but we reassured them we had only come to visit a mother. We brought some supplies and cash to give to her. His father could not bear to look at him, feeling like a disappointment. His older sister and brother also avoided looking at all of us at once. The only brother we knew was absent, but we learned he visited frequently and brought gifts for their mother. The two children they abandoned had now become the cornerstone of their home. We didn’t stay long before heading back home. About a week later, it was time for matriculation. The whole university was filled with noise, happiness, and people celebrating. Martin’s mom was traveling from afar, so she decided to spend the night with him. We had to find a way to manage ourselves, so Mustafa, Ejiro, and I slept in my room to accommodate her properly. She went to the market before arriving and cooked a feast. That night, in Martin’s room, we helped her cook by pounding, cleaning, and doing other chores. She made salad, white rice, fried rice, and jollof rice—all in one night. We were so happy and ate a lot that night before the main day. After the ceremony, we returned, knowing the food was mostly for us. Some of Martin’s classmates, whose families hadn’t come, joined us to eat. She even sent me to buy packs of drinks to fill the room, which I did. She was so happy her son had found someone to mentor him, but at the same time, I sensed her concern. Just as the day was ending, and since she was leaving the next day, she took me outside to thank me for looking after her son. Mama Martin: "Emeka, God bless you so much. God bless you for me. I’m so grateful that my son found you the very first day he came to this compound. Thank you so much for being there For him, he told me that sometimes you spend the night with him in his room to keep him company, and I am grateful for that. As she was talking, I was afraid. I thought she was going to say something that would make me go crazy, or maybe she didn’t understand the type of company her boy needed from me. Me: "ma, it’s no problem. We thank God for everything. I thank God I saw you, ma. Please, I have one problem I need to share with you. I don’t mean to pry, but it’s just as you have said it, so that you will know I am not trying to over use him." Mama Martin: "What is the problem?" Me: "My younger brother, who was supposed to join the matriculation ceremony, got delayed. So, he’ll be coming tomorrow. As my room is already filled, and I already have a roommate, we are three and he’s alone. I just want to take permission that sometimes I may have to stay in his room. My brother, who is in the same level and almost in the same department but the same faculty, might be staying with him for some time—just for a few nights to sleep. Then, in the morning, we come out. We don’t intend to disturb him, but if you don’t want him to have any roommates, we will respect your decision." Mama Martin: "No, that is even better! I like the idea. Your brother is a 100-level student like him; he will have a friend. You know where he grew up, he has always been alone. My happiness is that he’s mixing with people and having friends. You know it’s not good for a young man to just be alone all the time. Thank you so much for telling me. You see why I like you? Because you always say the truth. Please keep him company and don’t allow him to follow bad boys. I don’t want him to smoke or join all those bad gangs that drink. Please, always take him with you to church, eh? Thank you, my son." As his mother was giving these declarations, he came out, smiling. I understood the meaning of his smile, but she didn’t realize that this boy had become wild. As his mother walked into the room, I followed her. Then he followed behind me and spanked my bottom. I didn’t know who did it at first; I just burst out laughing. Mama Martin: "Eh, what is it? Why are you laughing, my son?" Me: "Nothing, ma. It’s just Martin behaving like... what I don’t know." Mama Martin: "You boys are funny. Come, let me show you—I have left a good pot of soup for you so that you both will eat it for a very long time before you start cooking again. And the rice—you can actually put the remaining one somewhere and keep it in your refrigerator. You have a fridge, eh?" Me: "Yes, ma. I have a refrigerator." Then she called all of us in and prayed for us before she left, telling us goodbye. As she went downstairs and headed to the gate, the boys had already entered Martin’s kitchen. They took the remaining pot of rice and rushed it to the passage—not only the guys in our room but also the guys downstairs and from other rooms. Everyone came with a spoon, trying to scoop at least a spoonful of rice to eat. I closed the door after them and started cleaning the room. Martin got back and entered the room. Martin: "Omo, there is hunger in this land ooo. I haven’t even been gone for a minute, and they’ve taken the pot. They should not use a spoon to dig a hole in my pot oooooo." Me: "Go and tell them. I don’t have anything to say." Martin: "What do you mean you don’t have anything to say? The woman has practically handed me over to you. You are to do with me as you please. I am now under your control, my lord." Me: Laughing "🤣😂🤣Abeg ooo, Martin, abeg na. Abeg." Before I could say anything, he stole a kiss from my mouth. Then, lifting the basketball singlet I was wearing, he started sucking on my nipple, but he stopped shortly after. Martin: "Please spend tonight with me. Your brother is coming tomorrow, right? Why didn’t he come before the matric? Now he has missed the whole celebration." Me: "Trust me, as far as my family is concerned, he didn’t miss anything. You still have your matric gown, don’t you? Don’t return it yet. When he comes, I’ll take him to a studio where he can take pictures with it. That’s just all. There’s nothing left in the matriculation ceremony to enjoy. Focus on the clearance. And oh, you’ll have to help him with that." Martin: "I know you plan on letting him stay with me. I know you want to ditch me and throw me away. But before he comes, spend tonight with me. I’m begging you. Don’t say no." Me: "Can I say something?" Martin: "No, don’t say anything. I know you want to say something like, ‘If I stay tonight, I’ll never come again.’ You just want to use sentiment and emotional guilt to finish me." Me: "When that boy comes tomorrow, you will see him. You will know that both of you are almost the same, and then you will understand why I look at you the way I look at you." Martin: "I know I’m going to see him tomorrow. But before tomorrow, let tonight be just for me and you. I beg of you. Let me have my first time with you, and I’ll be off your back." Me: "I don’t believe you. Do you know the reason why I even avoid you sometimes? It’s not because I cannot be with you. It’s because you’re doing something that I did a very long time ago when I was young. And now, like you, I fell in love with a guy. I practically suffered myself to do everything for him, then he messed it up by discussing it with his friend." By whitman micheal Martin: "I am not that guy. I am also not you. I am Martin. Let me just be Martin. And one thing you said is correct—I’m in love with you. Don’t make me go crazy without even having to test that love." Me: "Martin, if you do this once, there’s no going back. You will want to do it again and again and again. And I know you—you’re insatiable." Martin: "You don’t know me, and I’m not going to ask you again. I’ve finished asking you. I don’t want you to look at me like I’m weird or something. I’m not going to mention it to you again, but I’m going to prepare for you tonight. Please, go away. Go to your room. I’ll wait for you tonight." Me: "Are you pushing me away? You’ve never done that before. You’re not acting like you." Martin: "I’m not pushing you away. I want to clean the room. I’m going to arrange everywhere, spray perfume, and light some candles to make it all look beautiful. I’ll wait for you tonight." Me: "Okay, let me help you clean the room, then I’ll go." Martin: "Just go now, please. Just go and come back when I ask you to come back." Me: "Are you giving me orders? I don’t understand." Martin: "Leave now. Hahaha." He was acting strange, and surprisingly, I was just obedient to him. I didn’t know what to do or say to him again. I left. I was really planning on not going to his room. I didn’t know what the worst thing that could happen would be. At most, my brother Mustafa and I would share the room. But I didn’t want to get on Martin’s bad side. I had never seen him angry or anything like that, but he was nice. Then I got a call from my mom. She told me my brother would be coming the next day. I inquired why he didn’t come on matriculation day. She said she wasn’t ready—she didn’t cook anything and didn’t want to buy food. But she had spent the whole day preparing a lot of food, so we shouldn’t cook anything tomorrow because she was bringing everything. When I entered Tunde’s room, where everyone was lying down after finishing the rice from the pot, I told them we wouldn’t be cooking tomorrow because my mom was bringing different food. They all started dancing, shouting, and celebrating. Mustafa brought the empty pots, and they started making different types of songs, using the pots as drums and spoons as drumsticks. Morals Your family is your family. No matter where you go or what you do, always go home and visit your family. They are the only ones who will stand beside your grave. People who are not your family will not travel to where you are buried unless you’ve done something extraordinary for them. Forgive your family. Families make mistakes, but you can forgive them. Maybe you can’t forget, but you can learn from their mistakes and ensure they don’t repeat themselves. Respect yourself. Don’t let anyone take you for granted. Have self-respect and establish your value wherever you are. 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Straight boys 23 TWO NEW ROOMMATES. Ejiro felt a bit confused as he was about to sleep in the room with Mustafa by his side. Mustafa: "Hey bro, are you okay? You look worried." Ejiro: "I'm okay, just thinking." Mustafa: "What are you thinking about?" Ejiro: "Nothing really, just some kind of feelings. Can I ask you some questions?" Mustafa: "H-hmmmm, this one you want to ask me questions—was it because you just got back to your Jack, I suppose?" Ejiro: "Jack is not at all concerned with what I'm about to say. But maybe he is—I don't really know." Mustafa: "Kai! As soon as you mentioned feelings, I knew that something was up." Ejiro: "You're very close to Emeka. And you both are the closest, even if he is always moving around with Tunde now. But you guys are the closest." Mustafa: "I'm beginning to see where this is going." Ejiro: (laughs) "So, where is it going to?" Mustafa: "Well, don't tell me that you have fallen in love with my roommate." Ejiro: "Oh, not that. Not at all. I mean, he is likable, yes, and he's caring, but no, I don't really see him that way—into that side." Mustafa: "So, you just want to know if I am in love with him or if I am intimate with him? Which one do you want to know?" Ejiro: "There's a possibility that you guys love each other, but I don't think it is, you know, erotic love like the one you share with your girlfriend. I know that you guys are bonded together by brotherhood." Mustafa: (laughs) "Haha! I said it—you are in love with my roommate, and you are denying it!" Ejiro: "Chill, don't get ahead of yourself. I'm just making inquiries." Mustafa: "If you love him, you can tell him. I'm sure he has a way around it." Ejiro: "I really don't want to go through that route with him. I just want him to remain like a brother that I never had before—a real brother that understands. I have big brothers that are just big bullies. They go about doing their stuff with other people, but they don't really care about me in a personal way like he does." Mustafa: "Yeah, that is the secret difference about him. If he likes you to be his friend or his brother, he gives you a special kind of interest that makes you want to be around him. In fact, he likes you in a way that makes you think he's in love with you, but he's actually not." Ejiro: "What about Tunde?" Mustafa: "What do you mean, what about Tunde? Are you falling for him?" Ejiro: "Just before we had dinner not too long ago, before the phone call, Tunde kind of kissed me, and I'm confused right now." Mustafa: "What if it was my roommate who kissed you? How would you feel?" Ejiro: "I would laugh it out as a joke and let it just remain there. I wouldn't even think about it the way I'm thinking about this right now." Mustafa: "That means you actually like the guy, but you don't know how to go about it. You've been fighting off these feelings for a very long time—trying to focus, trying to push through, trying to be on the right track. You know, sometimes you have to loosen up. You can't be a block of wood forever." Ejiro: "Yeah, I understand you. Loosening up can be a bit messy, especially if the person you would like to loosen up with is with someone else." Mustafa: "Can I tell you a secret?" Ejiro: "You're very funny. What have we been telling each other here since? Is it not secrets?" Mustafa: (laughs) "🤣, well, you're correct. That's true. It's not like you are expecting me to go and start asking other people about these things or start discussing it with any of the other guys." Ejiro: "Don't even try that. Don't even think about that!" Mustafa: "Hey, chill. I don't have any plans of doing that—not my thing. So, I was going to tell you that my roommate, Emeka... I have always seen him as a brother. But when we got into the university, I was thinking I would have a chance to explore with him and do everything I wanted to do sexually with him—you know, be really intimate with him. But the more I tried, the more he pushed me away, yet he still wanted me close. "He didn't want us to dabble into it, and I understood where he was coming from. Not everyone you have an intimate relationship with ends up being your friend, and there are some friendships you would want to last a lifetime without anything making it feel awkward—either in front of the person or behind their back. That awkward feeling is what destroys good friendships that should have lasted more than a lifetime. "So, I actually got a girlfriend to make him jealous, but I saw that he wasn't getting jealous. And that’s when I knew that he really liked us to be together—but not in the way I wanted us to be. But then, as far as this room is concerned, we do play our pranks and all. Sometimes, we get to relieve each other, you know. But it's not like how I would have wanted it to be. "I would have liked to try out a relationship with a guy for once and know what it feels like." Ejiro: "Wow, that's a lot. I didn't know that much, but I knew that you really like him. So, if I may ask—what do I do in my situation? "I have only been in a relationship once, and that was with Jack. And Jack is the only thing I know. Before my awkward situation that brought me here, I didn't want to have more awkward situations. "I see Emeka now, helping those people in our room. I don't know if anyone of them is in love with him or if he's having something with somebody else. I don't just want to cause trouble. "But I know that trouble is coming. And him looking at me that way—it just triggered a feeling in me that I haven't had in a very long time. I've almost killed this part of me away—this part of me that has feelings for anyone, male or female. "Right now, I just want to concentrate in school and be the best that I can be for myself." By Whitman Micheal join Us on Facebook OurStory TB. Mustafa looked at his face and saw how serious he was. Now, he was really confused—just from a kiss? It had been so long since his body had ever felt such desire and want, and the touch of the kiss resonated within him. Now, he was left confused. Mustafa: "Are you sure this is something you want? You can just investigate that." Then, he looked at Mustafa, realizing that he couldn't spew the truth just yet. He was trying to soften the situation and avoid making a mistake. How could he tell Mustafa that the boy he thinks likes him was already in a relationship with his roommate? That night, before they slept... The Other Room Larry: "Hey, you. How are you doing?" Nat: "I'm good, I'm good." You've never really started a conversation with me. Larry: "I'm sorry about that. I've been trying to keep away from trouble and just be good to myself and everything." Nat: "Yeah, I understand." Larry: "Are you angry at me? Did I do something wrong? Please, don't dislike me. Just tell me the truth, and I will apologize. In fact, let me apologize before even asking what I did. I'm very sorry for everything." Nat: "Honestly, you did not do anything. It's just that I’ve been saving some money, and I would like to rent the room close to Martin’s room so that you and I could move in there. Here, we’ll only have space for two people, but his younger brother is coming tomorrow, and I don't want it to get too crowded, you know? It will be his brother, you, me, and the others. They’ve helped us a lot, and now that I’m able to survive, I want to start on my own." Larry: "Wow, seriously? I didn’t know that. That’s a big one! Thank you so much!" He gave Nat a hug, holding him tightly. Nat: "Hahaha, what are you doing? Stop it, joor!" Larry: "I don’t understand. Is it that you don’t like me, or you don’t feel me?" Nat: "Larry, Larry… none of that. See, I know your backstory before all this, before you came here. I have known you. And forget how I look now—before, I used to be a Lady like. I did street runs with some of the guys in school. I even showed Emeka the day we went to your church—the day that stuff happened to you. I was showing him all the guys I had been with before. He changed my life and asked me to stop all that." Larry: "Are you being serious right now? He really changed you that much? What did he say or do that made you change?" Nat: "If you had seen me the first time I came here, you would have run away from me. I had earrings in my ears, I wore makeup, high heels—I was practically dressed as a lady and attracting unnecessary attention from guys. So, he changed me. He just told me what I needed to do. He asked me what the main reason was for me doing all that—was it because that’s how I felt, or was it because I made money out of it? I was truthful to him. I told him it was because of the money. I didn’t really want to dress like that and walk around attracting guys who liked ‘bad boys.’ Not all of them have to be gay." Larry: "So, what did he do exactly? How did he change you?" Nat: "First of all, he gave me a reason to stop doing it. He asked me if I saw myself still doing this when I got old—50, 60 years old. And for the first time, I thought about it myself. Like, yeah, when I get to that age, I’ll be old and wrinkled, and nobody will be looking for a 50-year-old male street worker. So when I accepted that fact, I asked him, How do I make money? I needed money. "He told me I had already started by trying to get myself an education, but I was going to get myself into trouble if I continued sleeping around. I had to control it. Then, he offered me a business—a laundry business. That’s how I joined them in the delivery business. It pays well, very well. And on top of that, I have this apartment to stay in with them. We share food and everything, so my cost of living is reduced. "He was like my dad still is sha—just providing everything I needed. He was the first guy to give me something close to love, close to care, and he never even asked to sleep with me. Even when I offered, he refused. He just wanted the best for me. "That is somebody I want to stay with for the rest of my life—as a friend, as a brother, as a colleague. I never wanted more than that. And that is what I am going to do—I’m not going to stay away from him. He is practically my family now." Larry: "I want this. I want to be part of this family. I don’t really have any handiwork or any skills I can use to contribute. How do I contribute? Can I still come into the laundry business?" Nat: "Well, I don’t really know. It’s up to Emeka and Mustafa to decide. When they decide, they’ll let us know. But you should speak with both of them first—they’ll find something for you. They definitely won’t want you to remain useless without doing something." Larry: "Can I ask you another personal question?" Nat: "Yes, go ahead and ask." Larry: "You know, we're like two girls right now in this room. 😂 Is that why you didn’t feel anything from me? Usually, when I give a guy a hug like that, they don’t want me to stop hugging them." Nat: "Yeah, yeah, that’s what I said. I told you—we are practically the same. I know that you’re a she now 😆. Some of the guys I’ve been with used to ask me if I could get you because you are very handsome and have a beautiful body. People want you over me. "But ask me what you want to ask me before I give you my answer." By whitman Micheal join us On Facebook OurStory TB Larry: "Maybe the question I want to ask was in the advice you wanted to give me, but I'll ask anyway. What is it like not sleeping with more than one boy every week or every weekend? How does your body feel? What's the difference? What's happening? What's going on with your body right now? Do you feel like you need somebody to touch you, to put fingers inside you? Like, how do you feel right now?" Nat: "Okay, this is how you deal with those feelings. First of all, it was hard. Asking me to stop sleeping around was very hard—like, I have always slept around to provide for myself. No matter how little they gave me, I used to buy stuff for myself, feed myself—that’s how I survived all this time. "But when I wake up in the morning and just see Mustafa or maybe Emeka himself saying, Come and have breakfast, it was kind of weird. Like, I can't remember the last time somebody made breakfast or any meal and asked me to come and eat. I usually go outside to buy maybe bread or something. And when we come back in the evening, they're like, Dinner is ready. And they always ask, Are you okay? Do you want more? "I mean, these guys literally destroyed my mental well-being with love. I felt a sense of love that I'd never felt before. I could have turned it into selfishness—just eating from them and continuing what I was doing—but my conscience pricked me a lot, and I had to reason through the love these guys were giving me. "I was beginning to adapt and manage the situation. I thought it was a joke. But then, that night they brought you in here, my thinking changed too. Emeka was right—we are all meant to have love for each other. What we do with that love is what we try to understand. "So, I weighed my options. I put everything on a scale—what do I have to lose if I stop sleeping with these guys, and what do I have to lose if I disobey Emeka and Mustafa? When I thought about it logically, first of all, some of the guys I was with just wanted to come over, and even if it was by 12 midnight, once they were done, they sent me away. Some of them didn’t even give me enough money to buy things for myself. They just gave me enough to make me want to come back and ask for more. They knew how to play pranks on me just to keep having me all the time. "Many of the guys I was with—hardly any of them were fully gay. Almost all of them had a girlfriend. In fact, all of them had girlfriends—some were even married! "But these guys here... they just lock up. They don’t pry into your business. They just want you to be the best version of yourself. And I cannot see myself doing bad things to any of them here. So I try my best to be the best. "I'm leaving you with this, Larry. "Your case is quite different. Even though you go around meeting guys, you have been more abused than the guys you meet and collect money from. So I suggest—find a new thing to focus your life on. We've lived here for some days now, or weeks—has anybody asked you for money to pay for anything? Has anybody asked you for something in return?" Larry: "No." Nat: "And now, I went to meet Emeka to tell him that I'm getting a room and that I want you to come and stay with me. It's not because I like you more than I like the others, but I want to contribute to the help they are giving—to reduce the burden. At least his brother can either stay with him in his room while Mustafa stays with Martin, or however they see fit. They can arrange it however they want, but the boy should be comfortable." Larry: "Thank you so much. I'm very grateful for this. And you're right about one thing—I’ve never really had anyone give me so much money that it made me want to be independent. They always give me just enough to make me come back. "Is there anyone that loves you differently? And do you know in your heart that this person truly loves you?" Nat: "Yes, I have somebody who loves me, and I am still with him. Emeka actually knows most parts of my relationship history. Or, should I say, most of my runs have always been me as the bottom. But this guy loves me so much that he allows me to top him. "It's not as if I like being the top, but the way he cares for me... I didn't want to leave him. I had to make the guy understand, and Emeka allowed me. So out of all those horrible experiences, out of all those wicked, monstrous people around me—if there is one person, just one person, that I know truly loves me, I would give them a chance. "And you can do the same, Larry. If there is just one person you're sure truly loves you, you can give them a chance. You can tell them. They wouldn’t mind—they just want you to be fine, to be okay. "Sometimes, the way they care for you, you might think they want you for themselves, but no—they just have kind hearts. "People like Mustafa. People like Tunde." Larry: "Yeah, sure. Don't forget to add Ejiro. I mean, all of you—even you here tonight. We've all learned how to show love. Even with ourselves, even with our differences, we have bonded in this brotherhood. And I'm happy to be in your midst." Nat gave him a tight hug and kissed him on his face and mouth, holding him tightly. Larry: "Thank you so much for this. Please, don't stop kissing me whenever you want." Nat: "🤣😂😂🤣, lol! That one is lesbianism." Larry: "Get out, joor! I mean, I'm a full man!" Nat: "Hahaha, 🤣😂🤣🤣😂 full man wey like to sit on prick." Larry: "You nko? Man wey think say he be woman." Nat: "Oya, go and sleep." Larry: "Have you ever wondered if Emeka was gay?" By Whitman Micheal join us on Facebook OurStory TB Nat: "Noooo, God forbid! I don't want to imagine bad things, haha." 😂 😂 Larry: "Hahaha, 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 be serious, joor." Nat: "Even if he was, I don’t want to know. I like this version of him." Larry: "Yeah, me too." It was already late. Everybody was inside, but I was still outside with Tunde. Since it was dark—no lights in the hostels or anywhere around the school—we switched off the outside light so that, in case they brought the light, we wouldn’t have to run away. I just stood there, and he came from behind me, hugging me. I drew his arms closer to feel the warmth of his body. Tunde: "For the first time in history, we are not afraid of what people will say." Me: "Maybe I am not really afraid of what people will say. I’m just afraid of my parents being disappointed in me a second time. I don’t want to go through that pain and horror again." Tunde: "Alright, I understand." We were both shirtless, but he had his singlet on. He kissed my bare back. Me: "I'm going to Martin's room tonight. Whatever happens there, remember that you gave me permission." Tunde: "Hahaha, 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 mumu! You are a big fool, like a very big fool. When the police arrest you, If you like, tell them it was me that gave you permission? See your head! You don’t know anything. I'm begging you now—take as much lube as you can. Don’t go into that dry desert Land, without water or lube. Let the boy not faint!" Me: "Hahaha, 😂😂😂😂😂 I'm a fool, abi? Let’s see if I change the narrative—what if I let him in me?" Tunde: "Don't try that ooo. Don't even try that! I don’t want to be struggling to get in there. That place is meant for me, hahahaha!" 😂 😂 😂 😂 Me: "What do you mean by that? 🤣 😂 😂 😂." Tunde: "If a new object or whatever is introduced to that place, it will adjust both in size and allowance. Either when I come in, it’s going to feel bigger, or it’s going to be tighter. It has adjusted because it was used to only me. But if you bring in an extra, I’ll have to try and adjust." Me: "Tunde, it is an asshole, not a female vagina. Stop thinking too much about this. And besides, there are only going to be two of you—there is no third person." Then I kissed him there, without minding the consequences or whether someone might catch us. After that, I left for Martin’s room. I knocked on his door, but it was already open as if he had left it open for me. I entered, and I was about to question him for leaving his door open at such an odd hour when I saw that he was already prepared, lying on his bed without any clothes—like a pig placed on a king’s dining table, waiting to be devoured. Morals: If you are staying with someone and everything has been given to you for free, don't take it for granted. No matter how little you have, find a way to contribute. Don’t just live there for free, doing nothing. Even if it's washing clothes, cleaning the house, or cooking meals—it’s a contribution. It is better than doing absolutely nothing. Try hard to control who you have sexual thoughts about. Don't convert all your friendships into sexual relationships—it is not good. Try to have strength and power over your sexual urges. Don’t allow them to control you—be the one in control. Always try to stay in charge of yourself. Sometimes, good gestures from people may make it seem like they have an interest in you. But don’t assume that when someone is being good to you, they necessarily want something in return. Even though the world has become so corrupt that we struggle to believe in pure kindness, the truth is, some people can genuinely be good to you without expecting anything in return. By Whiteman Michael Get more likes and and get the next chapter just 200 likes please Join us on Facebook

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Straight Boys 26 FOUND A COOL FRIEND Obi walked quietly to the place and knocked on Martin's door. Martin inquired again. Martin: Who is it? Obi: I'm sorry, it's me again. Maxine: Did you forget something, or should I open the door? Are you coming to sleep here? Obi: Martin, just open the door. Martin opened the door, and to their greatest surprise, he was not wearing any clothes, as he preferred to sleep without anything on. Obi: Ah! This boy! This guy! Wear something now! Is this how you sleep? Martin: I'm sorry, this is how I sleep. Hahaha. 😂 Obi: So when my bro used to sleep over in your room, and Mustapha too, this is how you slept, right? Martin: Yeah, this is how I sleep. Obi smiled and went to the bed, trying to get some sleep. Martin: Are you not going to get angry, shout, or go back to your brother's room instead of staying here with me? Obi: I know that’s what you want because there’s no way all those guys stayed here with you, and you’re telling me you sleep naked. Martin: Why would you say that’s what I want? Obi: You’ve been acting strange for some days now, and I know what it means, but I don’t want to do anything that both of us may not like. Martin: Obi, I am literally going to sleep naked beside you. That’s not just the problem—the other problem is, I don’t know what I do when I sleep. So you might wake up in the morning with me on top of you or you on top of me. Obi: Hahaha! Please, I want to sleep. I'm very tired. Let’s continue this funny talk in the morning. Martin: Guy, these are no jokes; I’m telling you the truth. Obi: Hahaha, oya, I’ve heard you. Just come and sleep so I can also sleep, and we’ll all be happy. Besides, once you start sleeping, you’ll forget all these things you’re talking about. Obi climbed onto the bed, trying to get some sleep. But Martin wouldn’t give up—soon after, he got on the bed after him and hugged him from behind without wearing anything. This left Obi laughing all through. Martin: You’re just laughing. Won’t you do anything? Push me, beat me, chase me away? Obi: Hahaha, just continue acting your movie. Don’t disturb my sleep. I’m very tired, and I have class tomorrow. You and I have the same lectures tomorrow. I don’t know why you don’t want to sleep, Martin. Martin started humping him from behind playfully, behaving as if he was doing the deed. Obi: Hahaha! Martin, Martin, Martin! How many times did I call you? If I feel anything—any type of thing—try to enter anywhere, I will shout, "Rape ooo!" Martin: Why haven’t you shouted since? Shout now, I’m waiting for you. Martin then slid his hand inside Obi’s singlet and started pinching his nips, trying to make him either angry or turned on. But Obi just kept laughing, feeling ticklish. When Martin realized Obi wasn’t going to budge or show any sign of anger or acceptance, he tried the next big step—putting his hand inside Obi’s boxers, trying to grab his junk. Obi: Hahahaha! Hahaha! Ahahaha! Ohoooooo! Martin! Oya, relax! Hahaha! This is so funny. Martin: I really don’t understand you. Obi: I just have one question to ask, and I need you to be honest with me. Martin: The answer is no, I am not gay. Obi: Hahaha! Guy, guy, chill, relax. You’re very funny. I wasn’t even going to ask you that. Martin: Really? What were you going to ask me? Obi: I was going to ask you what you want me to do for you so that I can have a good night’s sleep. Martin: So after all these jokes and playing, it didn’t occur to you that I wanted to do the real deal with you? This made Obi stop laughing for a bit. He sat up on the bed, removed his singlet, and covered Martin’s waist to conceal his stiff boner. Obi: Hahaha! Hahahaha! Haha! Martin: Now your life is becoming worrisome. Is it that I don’t look good? Or just tell me, what exactly is so funny about this? Obi: Haha! Martin stood up to leave the bed, but Obi pulled him back, causing him to fall on the bed with his chest resting on Obi’s lap. His singlet had moved due to the wind, so he reached for it to cover his naked friend. Obi: I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Don’t be angry. Martin: In reality, you’re the one who’s supposed to be angry, and I’m the one who’s supposed to be sorry. Some guys would have busted my head with a lot of blows or slapped the hell out of me right now. But you’re just sitting there comfortably, laughing. Why is it so funny to you? Obi: Haha! Well, it was funny because I thought you were joking, right? But it seems you’re serious about being intimate with me. Martin: Why are you not angry? And why are you not getting hard? Are you even human? Obi: Hahaha! Wait, am I supposed to be hard just because you’re naked? Martin: Yeah… maybe. Or maybe not. Obi: Haha! Okay, guy, relax first. You’re not attractive like that. Maybe to me alone, but you are. This is just not my thing, sha. Martin: Girls are your thing? Obi: Yeah, kinda. Martin: Then why did you let me touch you like that? I still believe you can do this with me. Obi: See, I had a friend in my secondary school days. If you played this kind of play with him, he would have thrown you out of this window. I swear! He wouldn’t care about the consequences. He hates gay guys like mad. Martin: Why don’t you hate them? And why are you comfortable with me? Obi: Were you seriously thinking it would be possible this night? By whitman micheal join on facebook ourstory tb Martin: "Honestly, no. I just wanted you to hate me and stay away from me like your brother." Obi: "Okay, listen now. My brother likes you. I'm sure if it were up to him to connect me with you, he would. Whatever reasons you guys had to quarrel, I think you have to find a way to settle it with him. He's a good guy. I don't think I've seen any guy as good as my brother before. "Besides, have you thought about me being around making things hard for him? Like, I got admission, and he had to run around to get more stuff, help me get into school, and do things for me. Didn't you think he was too busy doing all these things too?" Martin: "I'm so sorry. I never really thought about that." Obi: "Yeah, we don't really talk about a whole lot of things. Now, I need you to be straightforward with me. What do I have to do to sleep here in peace—both now and in the future? I don't need all this distance from you." Martin: "First of all, what am I going to be to you? Your friend, your schoolmate, or your brother?" Obi: "Martin, wait first. Are you an only child?" Martin: "Yes. Why?" Obi: "That explains a lot—a whole lot, for that matter." Martin: "Explains what?" Obi: "Well, only children—boy or girl—tend to see the world differently from those who have siblings, especially those who didn’t grow up with cousins or even children in their neighborhood. They tend to mix up emotions a whole lot, and it gets very confusing. I have a friend like that." Martin: "I don’t understand. Your friend is gay, or your friend is mixing emotions? I don’t get it." Obi: "When a child grows up alone by himself without siblings, he doesn’t understand how the world works. "You see, for me right now, I can condone some of this things because I lived a happy life with my siblings. Some people did not live happily with their siblings; some even hate each other at home, and they carry that hate outside and give it to others. Some love each other at home and carry that love outside and give it to others—just like my brother now. "though, at home, we fight. I’ve fought with my brother a lot of times, but we still make up. He is my brother; that cannot change. We will fight when we need to fight, but we are together. We are blood. You know how it goes. "But for you now, when someone shows you love, you mistake it for lust. Emotionally, you think the person is in love with you." Martin: "I did not say that you are in love with me." Obi: "You didn’t say it, but you wanted to do some naughty stuff with me. Haha." Martin: "I just wanted to do it." Obi: "Now? You just met me? you don’t have to. Maybe my brother showed you too much kindness, and you think he’s in love with you."\ Martin: "So, what now?" Obi: "I think it’s up to you. It’s very late now. Do you still want me to go back and stay in the other room, or...?" Martin: "Shut up. You’re not going anywhere. You’ve already seen me. The fact is, you are already my special half." Obi: "Hahaha! I told you, you are a very funny guy. I knew all of this was planned. I know you’re not serious about it, but somehow, my mind is telling me that you are a bit serious. "And if I had given way, you would have wanted it. But seriously, I don’t want this—at least not now, and at least not with a guy. "I just want to focus on myself right now. I have a lot of things to think about. See, my elder brother is a great guy. He went through a lot of hardships when he was in school. Do you know he had to repeat SS3 twice just because of some naughty decisions? Just like this. So, I don’t want to fall into that category, and I don’t want to go beyond what I want for myself." Martin: "So, how are you and I going to live a normal life here now? You have already seen me naked, and you already know the type of things that I can do." Obi: "Hahaha! Relax. You’re not the first guy I’m seeing naked. I grew up with brothers, right? Sometimes, three of us would bath together. So forget that one that you're talking about. Seeing you naked now is not even an issue. "The main thing is this—your touching body. Are we going to be friends? Will you be touching me like you touched me this night? Hahaha!" Martin: "Hahaha! That is what I’m trying to get from you. That is what I’m trying to know because if we are friends, there is no way that I cannot touch you when you are here." Obi: "Okay, Martin, see what’s going to happen. We are not friends. We are twin brothers. "See, we practically look alike somehow. We have the same height, the same body stature. Both of us are slim. Sha, we have flat chests. We need to go to the gym. We need to ask Big Bro where he got his gym routine. "Can’t you see how he looks with his friends? We need to go and gym—like, as in, grow muscles and become big like them. Before they graduate and then newcomers start bullying us, that is what you should be looking at. "So, no, I’m not your friend. I am now your brother, and brothers don’t do stuff like that." Martin: "But you just said now that at home, you people bathe together, and then you sleep anyhow, and they can fall on top of you in the night." Obi: "Hahahaha! Oh, oh, oh! This guy! This guy! "Okay, see, yes, I said those things. But I did not tell you that there was any time my brother slept naked. "So, if you want to be my brother and you want to be staying in this room with me, no more sleeping naked." By whitman micheal join us on facebook ourstory tb Martin: I agreed to that if you agree that at least we can be bathing together. Obi: Hahahaha! Okay, that will be absolutely only when necessary. Martin: I think that's a little... I don't need to be stupid. So I just want to be clear—are we saying that you don’t have feelings for guys, or right now in your mind, you don’t want to do anything with a guy because you want to focus? Or you don’t have anything to do with a guy at all, at all? Obi: I’ll be honest with you—I don’t want anything to do with a guy intimately. And if you respect this decision, I bet you, me and you are going to be best friends for life. I like you—you’re a chill guy, like the type of guy I want to be friends with. Just don’t bring this into our friendship. You can bring other guys that you and them will be playing this play. Just remove it from my dictionary, and me and you are good to go. Martin: Okay, all right. Let me leave you to sleep. But you see, I’m already naked, and your singlet is covering that part. I cannot go and wear anything—I just want to sleep like this, and I want to hold you this night while I sleep. Obi: Hahaha! Martin, so you’ll just enter trouble one day. They will just carry you like this and charge you for raping your roommate or your friend. You will just enter police trouble. Obi slept with his boxers on while Martin slept covering himself with his singlet. He did try to hug him, but Obi did not push him away—he just left him. And that was how their great friendship started. He found himself an understanding, non-homophobic friend. I came back in the mid-afternoon and found only Mustafa at home. Me: Where are the others? Mustafa: They all went to do something. I asked him about my brother. Mustafa: He went out with Martin? Me: martin? Mustafa: Yeah, they went out. Is there a problem with that? Me: ( sighs.) as if, you don’t know who Martin is. Mustafa: He’s just a boy, like my younger brother. Isn’t that what you used to say? Me: So I cannot express myself again? Mustafa: I didn’t say you cannot express yourself. I just assumed that’s not what you used to say. Now your real younger brother has come, you don’t want him to do anything with Martin, abi? Me: Mustafa, go away. Mustafa: So, did you brought more food for us? That woman is going to finish us with food. Me: Especially you and Ejiro. She was keen on making sure both of you are okay and eating very well. Mustafa: She’s just like my mom. Remember her? She used to feed you extra meat when you were in my house, and she forgot that I was there. Me: Guy, come here first. He was surprised I asked him to come close to me. He walked carefully, but he came close. I just gave him a snug hug. Mustafa: What happened? Did something happen at home? Me: No, nothing happened. I just had a very good time out last night with my dad and my brother. Don’t tell my other brother—we went out; he’d be furious. Mustafa: Ah, you have to pay me. You have to pay me big money so that I will close my mouth. If not, I will tell him things happening behind him in his own house. Me: What do you want? Mustafa: No sharing of room with anybody except you for like one month. Me: You’re not serious. If you want something, just say it—don’t stay there and be joking. Mustafa: Haha! You know it’s been long since we actually had time together, just the two of us. Me: You know that we’ve had a lot on our plates since. Besides, why I was calling—a detective called me again and asked me to move our meeting to Friday. Saturday was not available again, so we have to go and see them on Friday. Thank God it’s Friday, when we do not have school. Do you think we should still get ourselves a good lawyer, or should we just go meet them? Mustafa: Here’s what I think—this is police, two things are involved. If we’re now going there to meet them with a lawyer, we should at least look for another uniformed personnel that is going to follow us. You know we are ex-boys—we can call for help from the barracks, just for them to send at least two or three soldiers to escort us so that they will know something is up. They won’t look at us like idiots. Me: I like that idea. I remember the last time I did something like that in my house—it was chaotic. Mustafa: Do you know that you, yourself, right now, are chaotic? Me: Hahaha! Just tell me—what did you guys have for breakfast? Mustafa: Well, nothing so much, just bread. Me: Who bought bread? Mustafa: Do you think you are the only Father in the house? We have to fend for ourselves now. Larry bought bread. I think he got some money from the pastor of his church—the one he uses to take care of himself, not his school fees. So, he just bought bread for us this morning. We are going to eat both in the afternoon and dinner today because no one is going to school. They just went out. But I will not be cooking dinner again since you brought fresh soup from home. Me: Let’s save this one now and use some of the ones that are in the refrigerator. Let’s keep this one—this one is still new. Let’s eat the old ones first. Mustafa: Stay there and keep speaking English. Let’s do this, let’s eat. Something tells me that woman prepared this food for me. Me: Haha! Okay, if you insist. I cannot stop you from eating your mother’s food. Mustafa: I noticed you didn’t speak to Martin for like these days, or should I say since the day of the brother came. You’ve been acting somehow. Don’t lie to me—I know before, you were always with him. You couldn’t stand anywhere without him; the two of you were always together. So what happened? Me: Nothing happened. Let’s leave that talk. By whitman micheal Mustafa: "When others ask you what happened, you tell them, 'Let's leave that talk.' You don’t tell me, 'Let's leave that talk,' because you know that we are the talk. So tell me, did he force you to do it with him like he forced me to do it with him?" Me: "They are very funny. Yes, he did, but that is not the main reason." Mustapha: "I know the main reason. It feels funny with your brother around and all the love you were giving to Martin. Now, it feels somehow, sharing the same love between him and your brother, so I understand." Me: "That’s why you are my best friend in the whole wide world. I didn’t have to tell you anything; you just understood everything." Mustafa: "Kai, aboki, you had two brothers before at home, right?" Me: "Yes, I do." Mustafa: "So what is the problem? Just imagine to yourself that your two brothers are here in school. Give them the same care, the same love. Don’t make one more important than the other. Make sure you look at them the same way every time, and then, what you divide by four, one bites for the other person. Do not allow one to be more important than the other, and then you are good to go." Me: "That is easy for you to say, but you know Martin will not just be a brother. There is that other stuff that happens in the dark." Mustafa: "Kai, that one has to stop! It is not hard to stop. You have a discussion with him privately, take him somewhere, and have a talk with him. You guys should decide on how it will go. Tell him to make his choice. Is he going to have you as his friend while doing that stuff with you, or is he going to remain your brother? Toh, if he says he is going to remain your friend, that means you don’t have to treat him like a brother anymore. But if he says he wants to be your brother, then whatever you do for your brother, you do for him. Sekena!" Me: "When was the last time you and I had a long talk? Every time you speak, you just make me proud to have you as my friend and brother." Mustapha: "Kai, Emeka, you need to work on yourself. You need to know what is wrong with you. Everybody around you cannot become your brother. You need to differentiate between your brother and your friend." Me: "You are very funny right now. Are you still angry at me because I did not agree to your terms and conditions?" Mustafa: "You are just on your own. Besides, I have something I want us to talk about. Our business is growing, and there’s less space for us to keep our stuff inside this room. Now your brother has come with his own stuff. I’m beginning to think we should consider Tunde’s idea of getting a flat. There will be enough space. We can use the big sitting room as our workspace for our machines and customers, while the rooms will be for sleeping and other things." Me: "No, Mustapha, I have also thought about the idea, but..." Mustafa: "Yes, the last time we spoke about it, you brought up the issue of Martin. Now, is Martin still the issue?" Me: "No, not at all. He’s no longer the issue. The issue now is that we are eight boys, Mustapha—one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! We are eight boys. How many bedrooms do we want to rent? Is it a two-bedroom or a three-bedroom? We will still be eight boys! Where are we all going to sleep?" Mustafa: "I've asked you to stop worrying about nonsense. If we can afford the cost of house rent, where we are going to sleep is not going to be an issue. If we get a three-bedroom flat, we divide ourselves, three-three in each room. The last two people will stay in the sitting room, which is going to be wide enough for everybody. In fact, there will be space everywhere. Toh! There will be space! But inside this tiny hostel room, we have little or no space." Me: "All right. When Tunde gets home, bring up this topic so that we can speak on it again. Then we can assign two, three, or four people to start looking for a place. I think it’s better, and I will tell Larry and Nats not to rent the house they wanted to rent before, so we can join all the money together and get ourselves something good and better." Mustafa: "As you wish, Daddy. Welcome back, Daddy!" Then a knock came at the door, and Mustafa went to open it. It was Emma, our rich neighbor. Mustafa: "Ah, Oga Emma, welcome ooo!" Emma: "Thank you. Please, President, I want to see you." Mustapha: "Yes, he’s right here. Excuse me, sir, you said you want to see him?" I still talked from the bed, laughing at the joke Mustapha made. As I got to the door, he ran away and went inside. I followed Emma outside to the balcony, where I usually played around with Tunde. Emma: "So sorry, sir. Please, I want to see you about Larry." Morals Do you have a good friend—one who allows you to joke around, play in a mischievous way, and do unusual things without complaining? Do they laugh along with you? That is not an invitation to continue being an idiot. Respect boundaries, and respect yourself. Do you have a friend who knows you are different but still chooses to be by your side? They always support you and stand by you. Do not take that for granted by treating them poorly or making them feel worthless for being there. Respect yourself, and respect their boundaries. Do you have a friend who jokes around with gay humor or makes playful, flirtatious comments? That is not an invitation to act on those jokes in real life. Respect yourself, and respect their boundaries. Just because someone isn’t shouting at you, pushing you away, or hitting you doesn’t mean they feel the same way as you. Some people are simply understanding and kind. Not every friend is homophobic, and not every friend is accepting. There are cruel people in the world who would rather see you suffer than accept you for who you are. Be mindful of this reality. Do you hate gay guys or gay girls? Yes, there are people who hate themselves and, in turn, direct that hatred toward others like them. But that does not justify or give you the right to cause harm to anyone. If you struggle with self-acceptance, find a way to love yourself. Being different does not mean your life is over. There are countless beautiful and great things you can achieve, even by being different. Just make sure you are always doing what is right—your identity is not an excuse to make the wrong choices. Just because someone is different does not give you the right to invite harm upon them, hurt them, or steal from them. If you do, you are still a criminal, and there is no moral justification for it. Do not mistreat people just because they are different. Respect yourself, and respect their boundaries. Do not go around forcing people to do what they don’t want to do. Respect yourself, and respect your boundaries. By Whiteman Michael Join us on Facebook at Our Story. 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