WARNING: This book contains mature content and explicit content. It is also a non-fiction story, a true life story of the writer. The thurible was placed right in front of the altar as it's smoke rose to the chandelier, blackening the cobwebs that were woven by some silly spider. The evening prayer was being said, and everyone was deep in solemn prayer and meditation. All except me. How could you even expect me to be solemn and meditate, when the man I had had sex with just the past week, the man who offered to be my sugar daddy, was sitting at the kneeler right in front of the altar, conducting the evening prayer. Not only was he just sitting there, conducting the evening prayer, he was a priest, a new priest of the archdiocese, transferred to work at our parish community. Given the fact that he was the person I first had sex with, I knew I was in for a whole lot of drama.
View MoreI remember watching the Sex Education movie with my siblings. Michael had first seen the movie and while we were all having a conversation one day, he mentioned that I reminded him so much of a character in the movie, a “ stupid gay boy” as he said, with utter disgust in his voice. Hearing him say that made me pretty anxious. I mean, he might've found something that said I was gay apart from my impromptu feminine gestures that always suffixed whenever I spoke. When we all started watching the movie, I was curious about this character, this gay boy that he said he hated so much, and on encountering Eric Effiong, a British-Nigerian gay character in the movie, I knew for sure that he was the one Michael was referring to. I fell in love with Eric as a character, but it was clear to me that I was nothing like him. He was flamboyant and outgoing, he was brave, fearless, loud, unable to be trampled upon, and he never hid who he was. He always wore flashy clothes and sometimes, also w
Collins’ POV I slept with Nuel, on his bed, both of us naked and drunk with sex. He was a beast that night, and his testosterone levels were at it's highest peak. We went for four rounds in one night, and after the fourth one he still wanted to go again. I knew that if I had allowed him, he would've torn my manhole into shreds. I said no, giving the excuse that I was already feeling sleepy. Not that I didn't love it, but too much of everything was bad. It was like having way too much sugar and knowing that you could risk reducing your insulin levels. He then asked if he could put his dick in my ass and fall asleep and that, I allowed. He inserted his dick in me, cuddling me in a spoon as we both fell asleep, skin to skin, connected, totally vulnerable before each other, and eventually woke up to attend morning mass. I was washing my hands after taking a leak when Franklin walked into the restroom, bolting the door after him. I couldn't tell why, but the fact that he was alon
“ Come in”, I said when I heard a knock on the door. Collins opened the door and walks in, clutching his doctrine book and Bible as he came closer. “ Good evening father”, he said, standing before me as I sat on the bed and putting his two hands around my neck. I would've preferred he didn't call me father whenever we were alone, I liked when he used to call me Nuel, but he insisted on doing so as a sign of respect for my priestly office. “ Don't worry, you will always be my sexy father”, he had said with an enchanting smile. “ Good evening, how are you?” I asked, putting my hands around his waist and drawing him closer to myself. “ I'm fine, how about you? You sound very tired”, he said, sitting on my lap as still held him, inhaling his sweet scent. He always smelled nice, not like perfume nice or anything, it was just his natural smell and still it was so so nice. “ Well, I am tired”, I said, pouting my mouth and making baby eyes. “ Why? Did you do anything tedious today
I walked around the parish premises, watching as different religious societies set up their altars and started their prayers. The Legion Of Mary and The Blue Army were the only societies that still had members with zeal. Even before they began saying the rosary, more than half of their members had already come, sitting comfortably and waiting. The other societies; the society of sacred heart, society of St Jude, and the rest were all scanty, with about three or four members in attendance, but nevertheless they inspired me. For the fact they were still holding on even on the verge of societal death was a true proof of their faith. I walked to the gathering center where catechism was held, and as I walked there, children shouted “ good evening father” so loudly that one might think that they were trying to wage war against me instead of greeting me. I answered them with a warm smile, asking how they were and all that. They were little kids, about four and five and six years, and i
Nuel's POV There is this saying that says that behind every dark cloud is a silver lining. Well, permit me to add that behind every storm is a steamy reconciliation sex. Not just any kind of sex, but the type that ultimately bonded us together and made me realize that I wanted to have Collins by my side forever. The storm lasted for two days, of which everyone stayed put, afraid of coming out and getting washed away. I knew that the people inside the church would have no problem finding what to eat. There were supplies of biscuits and juice and milk and water, usually donated for the children, and I was pretty sure that the items would be of very good use in the storm. The only thing that was in the chapel was water, nothing else, and Collins and I survived those two days drinking only that water and sleeping in each other's arms. I wasn't so afraid about what The Lord thought about our relationship anymore because I got to realize that God is love, and he loved us beyond bo
In the beginning, Judaism which begot the Christian faith was a faith that was built on sacred sex. Or at least that was what one author like that was trying to say through his book. I think it was Dan Brown? Yeah, and the book was The Da Vinci Code. In the book, speaking through a fictional Harvard university scholar, he buttressed the fact that sex was a divine act through which men encountered God through the sacred feminine. That the Holy of Holies in the temple built by king Solomon not only housed God, but also his female equal known as Shekinah. He told millions of his readers that men would visit the temple and the priestesses would help them to encounter God through physical contact and bla bla bla. That all sounded stupid when I read it, so so stupid and absurd, but I had cause to doubt myself after what happened between Nuel and I right there in the chapel, in the presence of God. Everything was slow, delicate, sophisticated. He broke the kiss and slowly shut t
Collins' POV It always felt stupid. To die for someone you loved, it always felt stupid to me. Even when Sam Smith released a song called “ somebody to die for”, I felt he was stupid enough to want to die for someone. Why would you want to die for anybody in the name of love? I remember watching this Asian movie: League Of Avengers; I couldn't tell if it was Korean or Chinese, but it seemed somewhere in the middle, just like I couldn't tell if Jumong or Alchemy Of Souls was Korean or Chinese. In the movie, Bi Yao, the female lead, sacrificed herself for Xiao Fan, the male lead, to save him from being killed by the leader of the righteous sect. Yes, Jesus Christ died for us; we were told, but that was different, he is God, and he was doing it to save all mankind, not some cute guy that he loved, and as I there stood on the sanctuary, in the dim darkness caused by the power shortage, and the heavy rainy noise that was accompanied with lightning and thunder, I came to understand J
Nuel's POV “ Father, I heard they would be a storm”, Mrs Athena said, clutching her Bible to her chest in that sense of self righteousness that eluded nothing but pretence. “ Really? I also heard it on the news”, Mrs Jane chipped in, also holding her Bible but not to her chest. Even though she clicked so well with Mrs Athena, she didn't wear her religion as a shield over her real self. “ Wow, what news channel? The daily news?” I asked, trying to get in flow with the conversation. “ Both the daily news and the CNN. They said it will be caused by the longshore drift from the north Atlantic Ocean, and strictly warned that we should expect it in a few days”, Mrs Jane said, laying out the news as if she was the news caster. “ That won't be good”, I said, frowning my face and wondering if I was frowning because of the storm news or because of the two women who had held me in captivity for like thirty minutes. “ I guess it will be good to also let the congregation know about it
“ What's going on here?”, someone's voice broke the fearful silence that had already taken over my soul. “ What are you guys up to?” Coach Mbape asked, his hands resting on his tiny waist. Never have I felt so thankful that someone interrupted something that I was a part of. “ Nothing coach”, Franklin said as he let go of me, changing his voice from the dreadful one I heard few seconds ago to a childlike one - the dude must've had a multiple personality disorder or something. “ Come on, get your tiny legs on the tracks”, he said, moving his hands like a choir master as he motioned for us to move out. He called us ‘ tiny legs’ while his own legs couldn't appropriately carry his potbelly, the one that made him look so much like a pregnant woman. “ Okay coach”, I said and immediately moved away from him, taking quick steps as I headed for the door. I still felt his deadly gaze on my back, and only when I stepped on the tracks was I able to actually breath. “ Set yourselves i
After His Death Collins’ POV Nuel had warned me, very sternly, to stay clear off Charles, but I was never one to listen. He had found out about my lie, that I was never Twenty-one, that I was still a child, he found out, and he ended our relationship, the one that we had while having full knowledge of who we were both in the church. I had found him attractive; father Charles. Gosh, he was attractive. A fine piece of a man that was potentially waisting in the priestly vocation, and when he showed signs of feeling the same way for me, I jumped at the opportunity and became his sugar boy. I had nothing to loose. Nuel had dumped me again and I was just so sex starved. He wasn't as good in bed as Nuel, but his performance was good, good enough to make me cum, and his beauty compensated for any other area that was lacking. But to my wildest imagination, there he laid, on the floor, in his room, drenched in the pool of his own blood. I screamed at the top of my voice, so much tha...
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