Chima’s first few of college abroad had been very good – the classes, his classmates, the few friends he made, everything was idyllic and exciting, a far cry from humdrum life he led as a student of Imo State University back home in Nigeria. And the excitement didn’t end with his studies; at the end of his every day, he always returned home to his flat-mate, who was so gorgeous he took Chima’s breath away. Ralph, that was his name, as white as Chima was black, with incredible Nordic good looks – tall, bronzed and blond. Right from the first day they started living together, Chima and Ralph had become close friends, not so close that Chima took any liberties with Ralph. He had only been in abroad for a few months and was still finding it hard to adjust to the lack of inhibition that characterized the lives of the gay men here. And so, he contented himself with swallowing hard every time Ralph strutted around their home bare-chested, before dashing off into the privacy of his bedroom to wank feverishly to the image of his gorgeousness in his head.

But Ralph was intuitive – and gay. One morning, he’d simply stepped inside the shower where Chima was taking his bath, and said, “I know what I’m about to do is something you’ve been wanting very badly from me. So, here goes.” And he leaned forward, through the curtain of hot water and kissed Chima. For a split second, he had stood there, immobile, his lips unmoving as Ralph kissed him. Then, he gave in and passionately kissed him back. For several minutes, they strained against each other, kissing and grasping at their bodies, then they grabbed hold of each other’s cocks and under the slippery influence of soap and water, wanked each other to come.

That happened two days ago. Nothing happened again. Some awkwardness set in, and Chima felt miserable.

Now, it was soon Christmas and Ralph was heading home along with most of the students. Chima had at first planned to travel home to Nigeria, but when he called his parents and found out that the entire family was planning to leave Lagos and spend the Christmas holiday in the village, he cancelled his intended plans of travel. He didn’t want to go home to an empty house, so he just decided to stay at school.

The night Ralph was leaving, Chima wanted to be by himself for a while, so before Ralph came back from the campus to pick up his things to go home, he went out for a walk. He was never one for goodbyes and he didn’t want to think of spending the next two weeks without Ralph. Truth was he had fallen in love with his flat-mate. It was hard for him to admit, and felt strange to admit, seeing as he’d never thought himself capable of being attracted to a white man. But the Europeans he turned down back in the gay circles of Lagos were usually middle-aged and portly. Ralph was none of those. And so, first he was attracted to him, and now, he was in love with him.

Chima walked off campus grounds and down the street, looking in the store windows. Shopping was his passion and always made him feel better whenever he was down.

He was almost at the end of the street when in front of an electronic shop, he saw standing there two guys. One was about his height, 6′, with brown hair, a chiseled jaw, and the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen next to Ralph. His companion was only about 5’9 with red hair and a freckled face. He wasn’t bad looking either.

They stood watching a soccer game on the big screen TV in the display window. Chima went to stand beside them and pretended to be interested in the game, but he was really more interested in them. He inconspicuously glanced over at them from time to time. He was soon aware of a bulge in his jeans, and he prayed silently that no one would notice.

The handsome brown-haired man looked over at him. Chima could tell by the look on the man’s face that he had noticed him looking at them, and that he had noticed the bulge Chima got from it. The man tapped his friend on the shoulder and nodded over toward Chima. They had a quick murmured conversation, before advancing toward Chima, backing him up against the wall.

“Well, well, Jordan, look what we have here,” the taller, brown-haired man said.

“Jake, I think we have a little queer trying to check us out,” Jordan, the redhead, said.

Jake grabbed Chima hard by the arm and pulled him back into the dark alley. Chima whimpered, and his heard started to palpitate. Both men looked around as they manhandled him, to see if anyone could see them. Then they began to punch Chima hard with clenched fists. Jake pounded his face while Jordan did a number on his stomach.

Jake grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. “Okay, you little, negro fag, you’re going to do just what you wanted to do!” he growled as he reached in his pants and pulled out a hard 9″ piece of meat. “Open your mouth!” he commanded.

Driven by a fear for his life at this point, Chima obediently opened his mouth, and Jake shoved his cock in. He pushed it all the way in. Chima gagged and fought for breath, but his assailant didn’t seem to care. He took a firm hold of Chima’s head and fucked his throat with crazed frenzy. Right as he thought he would pass out, the man threw his head back and spilled his seed down into his throat. Chima swallowed it because he didn’t know what else to do.

Jake then pulled out and stuffed his now limp cock back into his pants. “Very good, you little cock whore!” he growled happily as he pulled Chima to his feet and shoved him over to his friend.

Jordan grabbed Chima’s neck and slammed him face-first into the brick wall. He pulled down his pants, exposing his ass to the frigid night air. Now Chima was really scared. He was a late bloomer, and hard as it was to believe for a guy who grew up in wildness of Lagos city, he had never had anal sex before. He had been involved in heavy make-out sessions and grudging lap sex, but he was a virgin when it came to the actual fucking. That, it seemed, was no longer going to be the case.

Jordan’s cock rammed the whole way up into Chima. The pain that shot through him was unbearable. And his cry ripped through the nightly atmosphere as his ass was ripped apart. Jordan never even gave him a second to adjust to his size; he just kept pounding hard.

“Jake, this little whore sure is tight,” the redhead grunted, and his friend cackled in response.

All Chima could do was cry silently to himself and pray that it would soon be over, and they wouldn’t kill him. Blood was running out of his nose and mouth where they’d beaten his face, and dribbled down his neck along with his tears. And he was sure there would be some blood down there at his bottom too.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jordan let out an animal cry and Chima felt him come in his ass. He pulled out and put his cock back in his pants also. And he gave Chima another good hard punch in the stomach, causing him to slide to the ground. His friend kicked him in the face and they turned to leave.

Just then, a tall figure stepped forward in their way. The figure moved forward, and Chima, through eyes swollen shut with pain, caught the glint of blond hair above very masculine features.

It was Ralph!

“What the hell do you think you two are doing?” he yelled.

He looked over at Chima lying on the ground, and swung his fist without preamble. A bone-shattering punch caught Jake on his face, and he flew backward onto the ground and didn’t move. Then Ralph turned his attention to Jordan. “I asked you a question!” he screamed in his face as he backed the redhead up against the wall.

“We were just having some fun!” he cried, his voice significantly lacking the bravado he’d exhibited moments earlier when he assaulted Chima.

“Oh really!” Ralph sneered. “Well, I’m a fun loving guy, why don’t I join you!”

He pushed Jordan into the wall and pulled his pants down to his ankles. He parried Jordan’s frantic punches easily and pulled his hips back toward him a little. Then he yanked his monster 12″ cock out of his pants and shoved it up Jordan’s defenseless ass. The man screamed in anguish, a sound that felt satisfying to Chima’s hearing as he lay huddled against the wall. Ralph put his hand over Jordan’s mouth to muffle the screams. And then, he proceeded to pound into him like an animal.

“So how do you like it!” he yelled as he pounded. Jordan had given up struggling and merely mewled in response.

Ralph pounded for quite some time before he threw his head back and let out a deep groan. He pulled out, threw Jordan to the ground, and ejaculated on the ground.

When he was done, he ran over to Chima and picked him up in his arms. “Are you all right?” he asked with concern in his voice.

“What are you doing here?” Chima asked weakly.

“When I came back and you weren’t there, I really wanted to say good bye to you before I left. I wanted to come look for you, and I know how much you like to shop. Now just rest.”

He kissed Chima softly and said, “You’re coming with me.” He scooped him up in his arms and carried him to his car and laid him in the back seat.

Chima lay in the back of his warm car as Ralph drove, his head spinning and pain running through his body. He was aware of Ralph eventually stopping the car, getting out and running into their building. He left the car running to keep Chima warm. Chima was expecting him to help him inside and to his bed, but he ran in on his own. He waited for what seemed like hours until Ralph came back out and threw his suitcases and a few extra bags into the trunk. He got back in the driver’s side and started heading somewhere else.

Chima looked out the window and saw that they were at the airport. Two men met Ralph and carried the bags and suitcases away. Ralph opened the back door and lifted him out and up into his arms again. “You doing okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine, but why are we at the airport? I’m not going with you.”

“I think you should come with me. You have no other plans and you certainly aren’t in any condition to be left alone. You will be my guest. Mother and Father won’t mind.”

He carried him a few hundred feet and up into a small jet. It was rather nice inside. There was a couch, which Ralph laid him down on. There was a nice rug, and a small TV and VCR. There was also a nice stereo system. It was very nice, and it occurred to Chima that he didn’t know much about Ralph’s background. It seemed he would soon find out.

“Go to sleep now. You need to rest,” Ralph said. He kissed his forehead and lay down on the floor and closed his eyes.

Chima tried to sleep but he was in so much pain. He was also very nervous about flying. Little wonder, seeing a she came from a country where planes took nosedives every now and then. Finally sleep did come and he had very strange dreams.

A few hours later, he opened his eyes. They had just landed in Brussels, Belgium, Ralph told him. It was very dark outside. Chima didn’t see a clock anywhere so he didn’t know what time it was. It never occurred to him to look at his watch.

“How do you feel?” he heard Ralph ask him.

“I feel some better,” he rasped. His little nap had made him feel better, but he was still in a lot of pain.

“Come, it’s time to go home,” said Ralph. “Do you think you can walk now?” His brawny arms hovered, ready to lift Chima at the slightest prompting.

“Yes, I can walk,” Chima said, waving the hands away. He was getting irritated at being carried around like some baby. He stood up a bit unsteadily and followed Ralph down to the ground. Ralph headed towards a sleek limousine with a middle-aged man standing beside it, holding the back door open. Ralph motioned for Chima to get in first, so he crawled into the big back seat. Ralph slid in after him and the door was shut behind him. Chima was starting to wonder if maybe he was a prince or something.

They both sat in silence during the ride. Chima guessed they were both too tired to talk. He finally remembered that he had on a watch and he looked down at it. It said it was 12:30. No wonder he was tired. He sat back and watched all the buildings go by. They passed many factories and after a while the landscape turned to open fields. He was almost asleep again when they turned off the road and onto a driveway. He expected that they were there, but it turned out to be a long driveway. Finally they pulled up before a three-story mansion. It almost looked like a castle, with its sprawling structure, the stone walls and the bougainvillea that crawled attractively over them.

The car stopped and the driver popped the trunk and two more men came out to get their bags. Ralph got out and Chima followed after him. The big white front door was opened and two huge monsters bounded out. They jumped on Ralph, almost knocking him to the ground. Then they came over and sniffed at Chima. Up close, he saw they were Great Danes.

“Chima, I’d like you to meet Jack and Jill,” Ralph said with a laugh.

Another middle-aged man, thick around the middle and with thinning grayish hair, greeted them at the door. “Welcome home, Master Ralph,” he said.

“It’s good to be back, Pierre,” Ralph said as he hugged the man.

“And who is this you have with you?”

Ralph put his arm around Chima and said, “This is my friend, Chima. I wasn’t planning to bring him but he’s had a rough night and I didn’t think it a good idea to leave him alone for two whole weeks.”

Pierre smiled and motioned them in. They stood in a hall that had a white tile floor, a neatly woven rug, and a wooden bench. There was also a wooden desk with a few knickknacks and some Christmas decorations.

Chima sat down on the bench and he saw a young lady walk in. “Welcome home, Ralph,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. She had long light blond hair and sparkling gray eyes. She was dressed in a dark pink silk nightgown and looked to be maybe in her mid teens. “Ralph, who is this?” she asked as she stared at Chima.

“This is my friend, Chima. The decision to bring him was kind of last minute.” He turned to Chima and said, “Chima, this is my sister Rebecca.”

Chima smiled and rested his head back against the wall.

“Ralph, he doesn’t look so good,” Rebecca said.

“I know. That’s mostly why I brought him.”

Then Chima saw a little boy come running out and grabbing on to Ralph’s leg. He looked to be maybe two or three. His hair was brown. “Chima, this is my brother Michael.”

“He is supposed to be in bed asleep. I guess he was too excited to sleep when he heard you were coming home. I don’t know how he got out of his crib,” Rebecca said as she grabbed Michael’s hand and led him up the stairway that was to the right.

Ralph also headed up the stairs and Chima followed. He should have paid better attention to where they were going but he was so tired. They ended up in a large white room with a large bed. There was a couch and a TV in here also, and a stereo system sitting on a shelf above the bed. A computer sat in the corner beside the window.

Ralph immediately undressed himself, revealing his perfect body to Chima. That was a body he could never get enough of. Ralph sat him down on the bed and proceeded to slowly undress him. He disappeared for a moment into his bathroom and reappeared with a wet washcloth. Then he gently washed all the blood and dirt from Chima’s body. He rolled him around so he was lying on his stomach. He parted his ass cheeks to look at his ass hole. It still felt very sore. Chima felt him rub it very gently with the washcloth, then he kissed it. Normally, it was a sensation he loved, but this time, it really hurt. Ralph sensed his pain and started to kiss a trail up his back and to his neck.

Then he helped him get into bed, and crawled in beside him and held him tight. Chima felt his little kisses on the back of his neck and his hands exploring the rest of his body. However, he didn’t get aroused by it, as it wasn’t long before he was fast asleep again.

When his eyes opened again, daylight was pouring through the window. He looked over at his watch lying on the night stand beside the bed. It said 9:00. The alarm clock on the stand said 10:00. Ralph was no longer in bed. His ass and face still hurt like hell. He dragged himself out of the bed and went to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was very banged up. There was a gash over his right eyebrow and his left eye was swollen. His lower lip was cut and his nose seemed a little off kilter.

He washed up, wincing as he tried to clean up most of the damage done to his face. Then, he took a good look around the room in the daylight. It was very nice, nicer than any room he’d ever stayed in. He saw two black bags that were his sitting by the corner of the bed. He opened one and looked in. His clothes were stuffed in it. He could tell it was packed in a hurry.

He pulled on some clean clothes and went out to see if he could find Ralph, or someone that could lead him to him. He turned down the hall and took the first flight of stairs he came to. He came to a beautifully decorated room. The walls were a deep pastel blue. There was a stone fireplace and glass figurine on the mantle. Along the wall was a long blue velvet couch. In the center of the room was a grand piano. His younger brother back home was a master at the piano. He suddenly began to miss him.

“Are you lost?” He heard a voice from behind him.

He gave a start and spun around. There he saw Pierre. “Yes, I’m lost,” he replied, smiling guiltily.

“Master Ralph is in the kitchen having breakfast. He asked me to take you to him if you woke before he was finished.”

“All right,” was all Chima could manage to say.

He followed the older man out another doorway and down the hall. “This is a really big house,” he commented.

“Yes, it’s been here for centuries. Now it belongs to Lord Edward and Lady Isabella. Master Ralph stands to inherit it all next.”

Ralph was a lord?! Chima could hardly believe what he was hearing. It was something out of a fairy tale.

He was led through a massive formal dining hall into a nicely sized clean kitchen. The walls and floor were pearly white. In the corner were what a usual kitchen would have, two stoves, a sink, a dishwasher, a microwave, and tons of counter space. A high bar with stools ran along the middle. Sitting at a stool was Ralph.

“Master Ralph, Chima is up,” Pierre said, pronouncing his name haltingly.

Ralph turned around and smiled at them. “Are you hungry?” he asked.

“A little,” Chima replied.

He climbed up on a stool beside him. Ralph introduced him to Margaret, the cook. Margaret placed a plate in front of him with two poached eggs and some orange juice. He didn’t realize how hungry he really was until he took the first bite. Ralph finished his meal quickly and just sat and watched him eat with a smile on his face.

Once he was finished, he was informed that Ralph’s parents wanted to meet him. His mouth went a little dry and his hands shook as he followed Ralph down another hallway to an outside patio. He saw them sitting at a table. They both stood up and looked at him.

“Mother, Father, this is Chima,” Ralph introduced.

They greeted him and sat back down. Ralph took a seat and motioned for Chima to sit beside him. His father was tall with brown hair and blue eyes. His mother was blond with gray eyes. They all sat and talked for a good part of the morning. They were very nice to Chima and it didn’t take long for him to start to feel comfortable. When they realized he was from Nigeria, they probed him with intelligent, albeit uninformed, questions about his home country, the government and his people.

Chima was caught completely off guard when Lady Isabella finally said, “Ralph, is Chima” – her pronunciation of his name was almost musical – “coming to the Christmas Eve party tonight?”

“Yes, he will be my guest. I took his measurements while he was asleep and sent someone to get a tux for him. Now if you will excuse us, we need to get him ready.”

He kissed his mother on the cheek and dragged Chima back to his room. Once there, he told him to take a shower and handed him a razor and a can of shaving cream.

“What’s this for?” Chima asked.

“That is just for me. I don’t want a hair on your body except for what’s on top of your head.”

Chima did as he was told and showered and shaved his entire body. He came out and submitted himself for Ralph’s approval. Ralph rubbed his hands all over his body to make sure he was smooth. When he was satisfied, he gave him a long deep kiss.

Chima sat with him in his room the rest of the afternoon. The man came with his tux. When it was time to start getting ready, he slipped it on. It was probably the most expensive suit he ever wore or ever would wear. Ralph gave him a once over, straightened the tie for him, and held out his hand.

“What’s that for?” Chima queried, staring blankly at his hand.

Ralph chuckled. “I want to take your hand and take you down to the party.”

“Where there’ll be other people to see us?” Chima sounded aghast.

Ralph’s chuckle rumbled again. “Yes, Chima, the other guests will see us together. Get used to it.” And he kept his hand outstretched until Chima hesitantly put his hand in it. Then, Ralph led him down to the party.

Chima held his hand tightly as he walked to the dining hall with him. His whole body shook. As they took the first step into the dining hall, he took a good look around. The table was at least 30ft long and every chair was filled, except two. I felt every eye on them as they moved to their seats. Ralph seemed perfectly calm and Chima hated him for it. As they sat, he could feel the majority of the heat from the gazes on him. And he could see their inquisitiveness and could almost hear their questions.

Conversation soon started swelling all around them. Some of it was in English, but a lot of it was in French. Chima only knew a few French words so he had no idea what they were saying. It started to get to him a little.

It wasn’t long before he realized he was starving. He hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. He had been hungry all afternoon but he’d been a little too shy to say anything about it. He normally wasn’t so uncomfortable with Ralph. Maybe it was the strange setting.

Finally a salad and a roll were placed in front of each of them. That was when Chima noticed he had four forks. His family had never been formal at his house, so he had no clue what to do. He looked over at Ralph to see which fork he picked up and did the same. He mirrored him the entire meal. Ralph noticed it and smiled over at him. Conversation was still going on all around but Chima was too nervous to speak.

After the meal, they all just sat there and continued to talk. Chima continued to sit there, hardly daring to move. Ralph tried to comfort him by placing his hand on his upper thigh. He did feel calmer, but not calm enough to talk to anyone.

After what seemed like an eternity, they were all led to a spacious room. The only light in the room came from a huge crystal chandelier that dimly glowed and tall standing candleholders that were placed around the room with lit candles. From an unseen source came the melody of an orchestra playing Christmas carols.

Couples danced to the soft soothing music. Ralph gently grabbed Chima’s hand and led him to the dance floor. He took his right hand in his and put his arm around Chima’s waist. “I’ve never danced like this before,” Chima warned him.

“It’s easy,” he assured him, “just follow my lead.”

Chima felt strange dancing like this, and with another man. Not like he had never danced with guys before. Back home in Lagos, he’d done his fair share of grinding his hips against the crotch of many an excited lover to the beat of Iyanya’s music. However, he did his best to follow Ralph’s lead. He stepped on his feet a few times and they both chuckled a little over it. He got the hang of it quickly and they danced for hours.

When he got a little tired of dancing, an exhaustion he could tell his partner felt too, Ralph released his grip of him and led him over to where his parents were sitting. “Mother, Father, Chima is tired. So we’re going to retire to our room now,” he said to them. He kissed his mother on the cheek and they hurried back to the bedroom.

Once there, he went straight for the stereo on the desk. He popped in one of his favorite CD’s and put it to his favorite song and hit the repeat button. Then he turned around and started back toward Chima. When he reached him, his clothes were completely off. He pinned Chima against the wall and kissed him deeply, pushing his tongue in his mouth. In a matter of seconds, Chima’s clothes were completely off too. Their cocks rubbed together with the rest of their bodies and were immediately rock hard and throbbing.

Ralph broke the kiss and dropped to his knees. He engulfed Chima’s throbbing meat in his mouth. Chima closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall. Ralph lovingly bobbed up and down on his manhood while he let his hands explore the rest of Chima’s body. His right hand cupped his balls and squeezed them gently while his other hand went to caress his ass cheeks. Chima was surprised at how sensitive they were. Then Ralph’s fingers spread his cheeks and the tip of one finger lightly brushed against his hole. The sudden rush of pleasure made him jump. Ralph just looked up at me and smiled.

Chima whined in disappointment when Ralph let his cock slip from his mouth. Ralph stood up and took him over to the bed. He laid him down so that Chima’s ass was at the edge. He leaned over and began kissing me again. Chima heard a drawer open and felt him reach for something but he didn’t pay much attention to it at the time. Ralph took his legs and put them on his shoulders. All of a sudden, Chima felt something cold being put on his ass. Then he felt a finger slide in and wiggle around. He was really enjoying Ralph’s finger so he pushed against it, trying to get more of the beautiful finger in him. He was even more excited when the first finger was joined by a second. He moaned and writhed about on the bed. Then Ralph added a third finger. That was when it began to hurt a little. The pain didn’t last long though.

Ralph removed his fingers and stood up for a while. It was dark but Chima could just make out him rolling something down over his cock, before reaching for something else on the night stand which he squeezed into his hand and rubbed on his cock. Chima’s heart jumped up into his throat. His mind drifted back to last night before they left the campus. The two men in the back alley plunging hard into him… The severe pain ripping through him… And Ralph was so much bigger than they had been!

What was he trying to do to him?!

Ralph could feel his labored breathing when he leaned back down over him. “Relax,” he said. “I love you and I need and want to make love to you. I know I’m big but I’ll go slow, because hurting you is the last thing I want to do.”

I love you… I love you… That part of Ralph’s words resounded in Chima’s head, warming his heart with each echo. Ralph loved him! He couldn’t believe how everything was turning out for him this season.

His giddiness was snuffed out, however, when he felt the head of Ralph’s cock press against his puckered ass. His whole body tensed up and his heart started to pound faster. Ralph kissed him again and pushed hard until just the massive head was inside. Chima jerked in pain and started rolling around and tensing up even more. He wanted to scream but he didn’t know if the sound would carry, and everyone would hear and come running.

Gawd! Whoever said anything about white guys not having this kind of equipment was an idiot! He cursed in his head.

Ralph held him down and started to slowly push in. Chima was in pure agony and tears rolled down his face. After what seemed like an eternity, Ralph was the whole way in. He paused there and started kissing his neck and shoulders. It felt like someone had shoved a lit torch up his ass and it was burning him alive from the inside.

If Ralph didn’t want to hurt him, what in the hell did he think he was doing?!

Ralph’s hand reached around and grabbed his still hard cock and began to stroke it. It helped a little with the pain. The pain subsided a little after a few minutes. He began to slowly pull out. Chima felt like all his guts were going to be sucked out his poor ass hole. Ralph pulled out until only the head remained inside. Now Chima felt empty. After a few moments, Ralph slowly shoved back in and filled him up again. It felt good to be filled again.

Ralph started a slow rhythm, pumping in and out while his tongue and hands roamed around the rest of Chima’s body. The pain wasn’t as bad now and he was feeling an odd pleasure spreading through him. He finally started to relax and enjoy. When Ralph felt him relax, he quickened his pace. While he humped Chima’s ass, his body rubbed against his cock, creating even more pleasure. Only now could he understand how a man could enjoy being filled with fuck meat. He moaned, in spite of himself and started to push back against Ralph to meet his thrusts.

Soon, he felt Ralph’s pace start to quicken. He could tell that he would come soon. Ralph kissed him hard and drilled into him like an animal. Chima arched his back and lifted his ass up a little so he could thrust deeper. Ralph’s breathing came in ragged gasps and sweat dripped down his chest onto Chima. Then he cried out and Chima felt his dick jerk spasmodically inside him as he shot his load inside the condom. The excitement was too much for him. Cum squirted from his over-excited cock all over his chest and the bed.

Ralph fell on top of him, drenched and sweaty and panting heavily. Chima could still feel his slowly softening cock buried inside me. He just lay there and enjoyed the feeling of his body against his. He relaxed and incredibly, soon fell asleep.

He woke up early the next morning. He felt Ralph’s body close to his. He hugged him close and nuzzled his neck. He could still smell the scent of sex on him and it excited him all over again. Ralph stirred and rolled over. His eyes opened and he crawled back on top of Chima. His blue eyes looked deep into his and he leaned down and kissed him.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered in Chima’s ear. “And I love you so much.”

“Merry Christmas, and I love you too,” Chima whispered back.

Written by Pink Panther

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  1. luke
    August 05, 08:44 Reply

    All l can say is “Na wa oo” nice story tho.

  2. king
    August 05, 09:18 Reply

    Too long and too fictional!!!! Sorry.

  3. daniel
    August 05, 09:25 Reply

    Oh well………. *puts on Michael Jackson’s Speechless*

  4. JustJames
    August 05, 09:30 Reply

    Merry Christmas to you too.

    This felt more like my typical teenage daydream.. wait.. I still have those. Lol.

  5. simba
    August 05, 10:14 Reply

    Lady panther,..really, even the fairies have fairy tales..but this 1 too much miss panther… lol, reminded me when I visited my best friend. Whose parents were president of their country. Yah,sure, they don’t know abt my orientation but I wished it was, my wedding cus I was heavy for tht my friend.

    • trystham
      August 05, 13:04 Reply

      Loool. President??? You no even take am from small. You sure say no be scammer? Shebi pinkie still try. Na Lord pikin he gree chase.

  6. Dennis Macauley
    August 05, 10:45 Reply

    Pink Panther! this is fiction but it is very familair! a certain business man and a pulitizer winning writer teaching in florence. #YouKnowWhatIAmTalkingAbout

    • pinkpanthertb
      August 05, 10:54 Reply

      Hahahahahaa. Oh yes I know. Where do you think I got my inspiration from. This Dennis sef

      • chestnut
        August 05, 12:32 Reply

        Ok, what’s all this “bussinessman and pulitzer prize-winning writer in Florence” bizness? Who else wants to know? If it’s a inner-circle joke/story u guys are comfortable sharing,then pls share with us ooooo!(but if u guys aint comfortable sharing it, then Pinky run to my bbm ASAP and spill d tea; Amebor is good for my soul…hehehe!)

        • pinkpanthertb
          August 05, 16:06 Reply

          Lmao! This one is on a need to know basis mbok. And you don’t need to know.

  7. shuga chocolata
    August 05, 11:01 Reply

    So emotional, I almost cried because I have been there and the pain was nothing to write home about. I almost killed myself but I was so determined to make it. Nice story pinky.

    • chestnut
      August 05, 12:48 Reply

      Pls could u explain? U’ve been where? What part of d story,exactly, are u referring to? D love affair? D sex? D rape?…I’m really curious to know.

  8. Droggo
    August 05, 11:20 Reply

    So, White Christmas, that is becos Chima had white dick for christmas, yes? I can’t wait to see what Khaleesi says to this. He, I’m sure, will much rather have a Black Christmas. Lol

    • Khaleesi
      August 05, 13:17 Reply

      hahahhaaha… you bet! I still hold that white skin just doesnt turn me on. am not racist, I love making friends from all over, but I guess am allowed to kick certain types out of my bed…yea?

  9. HisAndHis
    August 05, 11:23 Reply

    So christmas came early to Kito Diaries lol

  10. George
    August 05, 11:27 Reply

    I love this @Panther. This is the best article I have ever read this year. I can feel the ‘life’ in it. Thanks alot @Pather. I AM Rhalp. Who would be my Chima?

    • pinkpanthertb
      August 05, 12:13 Reply

      Hehehee. Would that Chima be required to be raped first? Just asking

    • therealsalte
      August 05, 13:59 Reply

      Abeg oooo lemme be ur chima. Ha! Me sef wan lord white xmas dick!

  11. Dubem
    August 05, 11:49 Reply

    If its a story of a Cinderella finding her Prince Charming, we will go ‘Awww how sweet.’ But now nah man, it has suddenly become ‘too fictional’. And yet its a work of fiction. Had no idea works of fiction could be too fictional. I thought the whole idea of fiction is to give the writer the liberty to explore everything that may or may not be real life.
    But what do I know? I’m not a writer. I’m just here for the stories.
    Love this, Pinkie. You really stepped far away from Declan and the gang with this one, didn’t ya. Lol

    • chestnut
      August 05, 12:25 Reply

      Yes Dubem, fiction can sometimes be too fictional. All nollywood movies are works of fiction,but u’ll agree with me that some of them are not realistic at all.

      • pinkpanthertb
        August 05, 12:36 Reply

        Ouch. That hurt. So Chima’s love story with Ralph is not realistic? *faint sob*

  12. chestnut
    August 05, 12:04 Reply

    Ok, I was gonna go “in” on d writer and d story,but when I scrolled down and saw that it was pinky, I decided to remain loyal cos nah my ogah at d top be dat( I’m nepotistic like dat,lol). Pinky, d story is looooooong sha,and as someone said,pretty “fictional”. I’m not gonna lie,I didn’t read everything, but I did have 1 or 2 dick-jerk moments tho! I wish d hero hadn’t raped d rapist; I found that a bit disturbing on so many levels;that would make everything so awkward and bizzarre in real life…I mean,d love of my life saves d day (and my bruised ego) by having sex with someone that hurt me?unusual. Not a bad plot tho!

    • pinkpanthertb
      August 05, 12:18 Reply

      Lol. Oh Chestie. Lord knows what you’d have said instead had I not put my name down there

    • Khaleesi
      August 05, 13:19 Reply

      Oga at the top gini? abeg abeg abeg, it’s Madam or Aunty or Sista at the top – have your pick … lol

  13. Dubem
    August 05, 12:07 Reply

    In other news, Pinkie, this story reminds me of one commenter’s comment on this blog about his friend who wedded his husband in France, but whose Nigerian family doesn’t know he’s both gay and married. There’s just somethin magical about a transatlantic birracial hookup

  14. Micky
    August 05, 12:34 Reply

    Fairy Tale toh bad! If I hear say this one na real. Anyway, nice story. But too much lapses. So many unreal plots. I mean, after the whole rape saga, the Prince Charming should have taken his cinderella to get a proper medical attention before pounding the already sore ass. Nice read still.

  15. chestnut
    August 05, 13:07 Reply

    Oya it haff do! All of u should leave my Pinky alone biko! D story sweet die jor! *tongue-out*

  16. Khaleesi
    August 05, 15:49 Reply

    awww… what a nice, fluffy dreamy fairytale … and they lived happily ever after … Nice piece .. the stuff 13yr old gay dreams are made of …

  17. Lexus
    August 05, 16:44 Reply

    Nice write up but there were inconsistence. Belgium and usa are in totally different time zone so chima’s watch can’t tell the time and its not 1hr difference as the alarm clock tried to say. You can’t be IN ABROAD so wrong term. How could chima a nigeria go to belgium without a visa? But i enjoyed the story sah.

    • pinkpanthertb
      August 05, 16:46 Reply

      Who said anything about USA in the story? *bewildered look*

    • pinkpanthertb
      August 05, 16:48 Reply

      For that matter, who said they moved from one country to Belgium?

    • pinkpanthertb
      August 05, 16:50 Reply

      Thanks however for pointing out the ‘in abroad’. Twas a typo

  18. victor
    August 07, 08:33 Reply

    This has to be the first kitodiaries story that I couldn’t read to the end,lols. I just kept saying to myself ‘it have do oh’ lols. Still love u pinky

  19. Daddy Yo!
    January 10, 02:10 Reply

    This story is just fit for wanking alone.
    Only wanking.

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