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