by Mya Havens
Then Solomon started stroking Solomon’s cock to allow it swell. He desired to join a fucking club after he became a master. He recalled how he had watched three guys either in pair or solo. They would gather around the sucking fuckers while stroking their slimy, long and thick. He loved how these guys were stroking each other.
“Solo, I watched men in a fucking club stroke each other in well-coordinated movements. I hope we will begin a club and taste each other’s styles.” Sizo said.
“I do not refute that but it calls for mastering movements since two guys will stroke each other, while another one will be on his knees sucking another. The advantage of this style is that you are able to sample what each man has.” Solomon said as he continued to stroke Sizo’s cock.
Solomon paused, Sizo in his arms and they kissed. Sizo broke into a prolonged laughter that made Solomon laugh also.
“I told you that once you get hooked to it, then you become an addict. I am told that men go through the same experience at the beginning but sober up with practice.” Solomon said.
“I thought I was going crazy, Solo but I am happy for the assurance and I know I will be a master at it.” Sizo said.
Solomon turned away from Sizo while still holding on to his hand. “We must be on the move man,” Solomon told Sizo.
“I will buy you a beer told for being a good mate.” Solomon told Sizo.
“No problem man, let’s dress up and go to the bar. From there we will be able to analyze our experience today.” Sizo said.
“What a seismic experience. What a bomb, what kind of sex is this Solomon? Blackie and Lightie need lessons from you dude.” Sizo declared.
“But remember to jelq your cock for tomorrow, you will till my asshole like a scorned male buffalo.” Solomon declared.
“Thanks man for you got me thinking about Blackie when he taught me about jelqing.
“I will give you a run for your dick tomorrow Solomon after jelqing my cock declared.
Chapter 9 – Flashback
When Sizonge Fundikira left home and found refuge in Maricopa hotel, his memory of finding his mother in his bedroom began to haunt him.
“I thought mama was a staunch church member. I did not know what to do when I blundered into the master bedroom. I remember my mind going into mute mode and finally snapping. I cannot believe Mayi, my beloved mother converting my house into a witchdoctor's shrine. The sharp smell of burning incense in that improvised burner looked so weird. That sharp smelling incense is still fresh in my nostrils and the two small half-gourds, one with a yellowish powder and the other with a white substance scared me stiff. You mean I have had a witchdoctor for a mother? It is very hard to comprehend.” Sizo would reflect on the past and try to marry it with the present.
“But what of the calabash that seemed to have blood in it. I now get to learn that Mother had a hand in breaking my marriage. For Mother to tear my photo with Maryanne down the middle in happier times was so scaring. Now I get to know that the placing of the two parts slightly apart from each other in the photo was what made me dislike Maryanne for other women. But the look of my mother is what killed my desire to return home. I cannot imagine Mayi as a gray-haired witchdoctor completely naked, her flabby dugs dangling just a couple of inches above the floor. It is so painful to imagine Mayi’s face painted with black tarry substance on one side. What was all this voodoo for: some bird feathers and a red ribbon tied all round them? But the startling look of my mother when I entered the house unexpectedly will remain etched in my memory till eternity. But I am happy that Ezra has managed to keep me posted through Solomon’s phone now that I changed the sim card of my phone. I will take some time before I let people know my new number.” Sizo was filled with remorse.
“I am happy that Mayi left the following day to our village in western Kenya. I do not want to see her for now.” Sizo continued.
“But wait a minute, what was Charles Mwanga doing with my wife? Didn’t Maryanne call me to say that she was going for an overnight only to end up dancing with Charles Mwanga? I hate my mother for her wickedness. Maryanne and Mwanga looked like zombies when I caught them on the floor. They stood there transfixed. But I was not good either since Sherry had been a reckless girl who knew the way of men before her years. I loved her “twerking” and hot sex. It made one wonder if there was anything at all that the human female anatomy was not capable of doing. She was vigorously shaking her back parts, up and down and all around the crotch of her jeans. I burned the t-shirt that I wore that evening. In my drunken stupor, I woke up to the reality that all was not well when I saw Maryanne with Mwanga. What do you call this coincidence that verges on the occult? It looks like the gods were not happy with me.” Sizo was lost in his thoughts.
“What goes around comes around. Mwanga and his wife divorced and Ezra tells me that he is as a confused as a chameleon on the back of a zebra. I would rather forgive Mwanga and recruit him into our team. But which is a greater sin, Mwanga putting his arms around my wife and taking to the dance floor or I stroking his daughter with my dick for one year? I think I am a worse sinner since the girl is now under a counseling program and I wish her quick recovery. Let me quickly forget about how Mwanga and my wife Maryanne eyes popped out and mouths gaped when they saw me and Sherry. I have to forget how Maryanne let out a shrill piercing scream that brought every activity in the entire place to a standstill.” Sizo would move on.
“The Mwanga’s were not very good in parenting neither me. But which is fair, Ezra sleeping with my daughter Claire or I having an affair with Sherry? I think it all comes down to lack of direction and too much beer in the head. For Sherry to borrow my daughter Claire’s new chiffon blouse for the night with me sounds ridiculous. I suspect they were not treating Sherry well. I know cash would not flow well in Mwanga’s coffers and so the girl had to make moves with dudes like me. I would buy her many things and I hope that was not a bad sin after all.” Sizo could not stop thinking.
“I am happy that Claire has been taken to a boarding school and hopefully she will be alright. Maryanne, like many women has been able to overcome the shock and is happy that Mayi will never come back visiting. She is now under the counsel of Marsha who had advised her to hit a counter against my wayward program.
Ezra overheard her saying, “my case is similar to your own. After I had discovered that my husband had a carefully concealed “parallel” family, I went mad. I even hate his friends with a passion for never revealing to me about another woman with two kids sired by him. You don’t hate a woman just because she cannot conceive despite several tries. I told you Maryanne that I ain’t no man gonna give no shit that I gonna lie back and swallow. Maryanne let your bitterness fizzle away unlike my own that has lasted throughout the years after the betrayal by my former husband. If you did not play the game with Mwanga, Sizo would never have disappeared with his wicked mother from your life. Just take care of your children and forget that nincompoop of a husband.”
“I am happy that you played the game like a pro and since he insisted on doing it, darling, you out did him.” Marsha reminded Maryanne. Sizo did not like Marsha at all. Sizo always said that Marsha, the portly and stocky woman with a short, rather masculine crew cut was a man in a woman’s body. Sizo hated her confidence and viciousness about what she wanted from life. But Maryanne saw Marsha as the sister that none of Maryanne's blood sisters could ever be.
“And never again will I visit Silver Glades.” Sizo declared as he rose for his bed.
A call from Ezra through Solomon caused anxious moments in Sizo. “Maryanne has chased me away and I do not know where to go sir. He discovered that I was a mole who was a conduit of getting info to you. Please, do not let me go home since I have a sickly mother. I know I did evil before your eyes but kindly forgive me and get me something to do.”
“Solomon, kindly get this young man something to do. It is only through forgiveness that we can recruit guys like Ezra. He has served us for a long time as a family and since
we all fell into the trap of eating the forbidden fruit, then let’s get something for all. It would be bad to lose everything in such a mess.” Sizo begged.
“I have no problem with that, I can get him a cleaning job here as long as he maintains the standards,” Solomon said as he called Ezra to hotel Maricopa. The directions were clear and that day, Solomon began working as a cleaner at Maricopa hotel.
Chapter 10 – The Promotion
Ezra is not your ordinary house help. He knew that this was a golden opportunity to earn a living. Maricopa was far much better than Sizo’s place. It did not matter he was washing the toilets here. With time, he would be allowed to serve clients with beer as a way of promoting him by Solomon. He would appreciate running errands for Solomon and it worked well for both parties.
“I stand to apologize for having failed you at home sir. It was beyond my reasoning but Claire kept on pushing me to sleep with her. Kindly forgive me sir.” Ezra opened one day to Sizo while he had come to visit them with in Solomon’s house.
“Do not be moved Ezra, these things happen in life and the good thing with them is to forget them and forge ahead.” Sizo reverted.
It was one Sunday evening when Ezra had been called upon to help at the bar. What he saw drove him crazy. He saw the patrons dressed in light clothes and some in shorts since it was January the hottest month here. He kept on serving the clients and watched how men behaved during the late hours. Then Ezra’s eye caught the eye of a man who was standing at the edge of the bar. Ezra, in his innocence went to attend to him. This giant of a man was of African stock, dark skin with attractions. From Ezra’s assessment, they could have been of the same age or there about. His infectious smile that was upped by his excessively white teeth fascinated Ezra.
“Who determines fate? Ezra asked himself when he saw the man open his wallet that had many shilling notes arranged consistently.
The man stood in his grey jeans and blue pull-over. He seemed to like Ezra and asked for a pilsner. And as Ezra went to the counter to get a bottle of pilsner, the man called Ezra.
“I have not seen you here but your face looks familiar. Have I seen you work in the toilets or where have I seen you man? He asked.
“You are right sir; I work here at times and also in the toilets. Jobs are hard to come by these days and so I appreciate what I am doing sir.” Ezra said.
“I also started small and see where I am today. It’s only in the grave where they begin from the top. Just be strong and focused and all will be well.” the man said.
From the look of things, the man had a strong and nicely proportioned body. Ezra brought him a pilsner and handed the change back and their eyes locked. Since the debacle at Sizonge’s, Ezra had not slept with a woman. But he felt a deep sensation run through his groin. Then Ezra was called by his supervisor. He went collecting all the empty glasses. And as Ezra was going to the counter, the man called him and asked, “Can you direct me to the toilet for I want to show you something.”
Ezra looked lost as he thought whether it was right to follow the man. But since he was the man in charge of what the hotel called the executive chamber of release, he followed the man even though he was very careful. The man stood at the urinals and prepared himself to pee. To counter any fear in Ezra, he also removed his dick and started to pee.
“Hello again – my name is Timona” he said.
“I'm Ezra” he replied.
And as Ezra and Timona continued to pee, Ezra noticed Timona’s large dick. It was black and its length neared about 7 inches long. The curve of his pee was big while the pee came out like a hose pipe. Ezra was shocked for he had never seen such a huge dick. The man kept on saying things that addressed men’s dicks but it was never clear to Ezra. Timona finished first and shucked his dick to dry it while Ezra followed. Ezra looked down at his dick and was shocked that it was as hard as a stone. He tried to hide it while Timona kept on looking at it and smiled.
“Your dick is no good Ezra. I hope you liked mine. Ours is man talk and truth is what will bail us out. I am gay and my dick is meant for men’s assholes. Your dick is meant for women and therefore it cannot stand the competition in the market except you want to go celibate which I doubt.” Timona said.
“I agree man that I cannot stand the rigors outside there when my dick looks like a dry tree.” Ezra looked concerned and forgot that he was supposed to be working in the bar. But thank goodness, there were no more patrons coming in.
“I get your point man and I can help grow your dick if you just agree.” Timona said.
“Do you fancy it then?” Timona asked Ezra.
“I cannot tonight since I have never done it with a man sir.” Ezra replied.
Ezra and Timona talked a little, and Timona held Ezra’s cock. He worked it up and down and told Ezra that he lived in Runda Estate the leafy suburbia of Nairobi. Timona went out of the toilet and through the front door while Ezra was left with his hard dick which was no match to that of Timona. Ezra went back to the bar and found no new customers there. It was approaching 11pm when the bar would be closed. And as he sat on a stool, he was upset that he was not man enough and would have wished to sample Timona’s cock and know what was expected of him at hotel Maricopa. And as he dried the glasses, he hated his small stiff cock that was of no use in this new environment. Timona had given him a tip of one thousand shillings and promised more if he would show up whenever Timona would come for a drink.
“I thank Solomon and Sizo for bringing me this way. I would have been devolved back to my village which would have killed my mother.” Ezra said as he kept on watching the TV.
And so, when Ezra retired to bed, he kept thinking of Timona. He tried to imagine the well-muscled Timona naked and what his dick would look like, his balls and how hairy Timona’s chest would be. Ezra was now crazy when he got to the room that Solomon had given him. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror naked and masturbated. He shot cum onto the mirror, three wads in all to prove that his dick was not that useless after all. And as he cleaned the spunk off the mirror, Ezra thought about the generosity of Timona and said that the next time they met, Ezra would challenge him for a duel of how much spunk one could shoot and the distance it would go.
Ezra thought of how well he could execute his plan with Timona. His major challenge was where to play his new game with Timona. It was a new found love that Ezra needed to experiment with. He had read in magazines about how men were having the best of times and were relegating women to the periphery on sexual matters. He was relishing the opportunity with Timona.
“Wow…I got an idea… I got an idea…it will work for us with Timona,” Ezra went wild. He had a house of his own next to the bar where he kept all the tools of his trade. It was big enough and hidden from the public eye. He had been assigned the room by Solomon the manager. Solomon had access to the security system of this house after a former toilet cleaner had planted an improvised explosive device. Luckily enough, the devise had been discovered before it went off. The security system of the store was put under Solomon and Ezra was not in the know.
Saturday night came, and Timona was to arrive at 10pm as they had agreed. The evening was a cool night with crickets making the noise. Ezra was busy serving the customers as he kept peeping out waiting for Timona. He could not help stop thinking about Timona and the expectations of the night. To ward off anxiety, Timona kept himself busy with serving the customers and blocked his mind from Timona’s dick that looked awesome and yearned for time to fly.
“You are welcome Timona.” Ezra said as he went on collecting the empties yet his mind was not in the bar apart from the tightening of his groin with anticipation.
“Hello Ezra, I see you are as busy as a bee. I love your hard work while you serve men who can never have enough of beer,” Timona said.
Ezra laughed at the comments of Timona as he continued to serve the customers who were buzzing about like bees. Ezra served Timona with beer, Timona said, “I hope you will serve me tonight
with your good style”.
“I am new in this game and I will require that you take me through the paces of your new game.” Ezra said as Timona received his beer from Ezra and their eyes met. Timona twinkled while Ezra smiled back.
“Time is up – gentlemen please,” the bar man shouted. Ezra stopped serving and put the towels over the pump handles to confirm that there was no more drink for that night. By now it was about 11pm and most of the customers had gone. Ezra looked around the bar and saw that Timona was still there. Timona had just finished his drink.
Ezra knew that the time for action was ripe. He went to the toilet, unzipped his trouser and started to pee. Ezra finished peeing and just stood there hoping that Timona would join him soon. Anxiety gripped Ezra and he asked himself: “Did Timona see me come over to the toilet?”
