I was raised in a single parent family (father only) after a divorce with my mom , Trash (not real name). Life went on well, we had the best days ever with my father despite the split up. From swimming to eating out at restaurants, supermarkets, boutiques and all other places we went to have fun.
All this phased out when dad re-married. We no longer had the walks and talks, there was a bridge between us because my step mum came with the kids from her recent marriage. I was mistreated by my new family and no one cared.
All this seemed like the normal stereotypical step kid hustle I had always watched in Nigerian movies until one afternoon when I was relaxing on bed. My step mother’s son (Tresh) started touching me. He later locked the door, came closer and asked me whether I had a girlfriend or ever kissed?. I was only 13 at that time and not to get myself into more trouble, I just told him out of fear that I hadn’t done so. He said he would teach me how to, step by step. That’s when the gates to Sodom and Gomorrah opened wide for me to enter.
He begun by touching me every where without hesitation. He lured me down on my bed and started kissing me so hard. We kissed and kissed till he got high (i didn’t get high because I have no feelings for fellow men). Tresh told me to face down and pulled off my trousers. He pulled out his man hood and tried inserting it into my anus but it was too tinny and his organ too big just like any other 18 year old’s would be.
I was helpless and couldn’t stop him because of the fear I had for my step mom, who assured me the best of punishments for falsely accusing her favorite son. God must have heard my silent cries inside the locked room and Tresh failed in his attempts. Restless, he ordered me to get on top of him and ride him. I couldn’t, my inner frightened man was like ‘Trash it’s weird’. I didn’t even know how to start verbally expressing this trembling thought of mine. I told him I wouldn’t do what he wanted. He got agitated, started punching me hard in the face which forced me to cry out and scream for help but instead step mum intervened and hit me more???.
This went on and on till I finally gave up on hesitating and started pleasing Tresh. He started using me as a sex machine, whenever blood filled his organ up, I’d be on the call to calm it down. This came with anal infections, bruises, intense abdominal pains coupled by that I had to endure for the sake of staying under my father’s roof.
At 16yrs, I hosted a babe at home in everyone’s absence. We had sex but unfortunately forgot to lock the door. Tresh bumped in and found us flexing on the bed. He yelled out at me and told Maria(my girlfriend) not to come home again. He told me we had to talk before he could pull the time bomb’s ring. Not to report me to his mum, the only condition he set was to change his homosexual game for me to start playing the man role. That’s when my manhood started swelling, sustaining sores because of the vigorous sexual activity I always forced it to do against nature’s odds. I never had any choice because my step Mum had vowed to guillotine my education life if she ever found out I was in a straight relationship. For the love of education, I continued to do Tresh’s bidding.
When I reflect on all these dirty escapades that I fell prey to, I think he got the habits from a certain single sex school he attended because he had some jelly he smeared on my manhood for easy penetration. After giving up my chastity to Tresh and letting his gay-will reign in me all for the sake of education as my future messiah, I still lost the struggle. My step Mum became successful in assassinating my education life at Senior three.
Luckily, Step mum red handedly got us pants down one time. With me sitting on her son. I thought she’d liberate me from this kind of gay-slavery but no!, she beat me black and blue. She then called Dad and claimed I had spoilt her son. Everyone from relatives to neighbors got to know I was defying nature by having sex with a fellow man. Yes I was gay but the black mail behind the source of initiation was a story no one’s ears could believe.
Me and maria broke up when she heard of this saga. I remained single,lonely and guilty. Being his first child became a mystery, dad lost all the trust and love he had for me. He rather liked Tresh. I was ever caught off guard and Tresh was the prodigal son at home.
Church teaches us to Forgive and forget but honestly, I hate Robert for taking advantage of the wrecked status quo between me and his mum to ruin the connection I had with my dad by practicing his gay stunts on me???. My step Mum pretends to love me by meddling between the thread like relationship that remained of me and Dad but if her wicked heart was cut out open, I wouldn’t surface on the list of the Top 100 people she loves.
Tresh later left home and started living out his life. He’s a student at Makerere University. But all I know he’s still gay because I visited him of late and saw gay movies in his home library. Still on the same night, he hosted a fellow-man in his bedroom who slept over night as I crashed in the sitting room. The following day, the guy he slept with wanted to fight with his other guy who showed up that morning proving to be sponsor who even bought Tresh the car he drives.
With all my dreams shattered, I gave my life to Jesus Christ something I wish I had done at 13??. I am now fully born again and I joined church choir somewhere in Makindye to keep my spirit at bay and to erase my life torturing past.
Editor’s note; The writer’s identity has been concealed as agreed before the publication of this confession.
