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SEALED WITH A KISS Part 1
by Omofineboy
05 Aug 2025
I heard the saying “once you go black, you'll never come back” so many times but I didn't know what it actually meant until I met someone whose obsession, devotion and love opened my eyes to understand the popular saying.
As I am not the loud gay type, as open and proud, I like keeping my gay relationships discreet. The gory tales I hear and the heinous crimes committed against gay people that feature in news segments are enough to keep my life as private as I could. So, someone called Seal went black and never came back.
In my early thirties, I had had a share of my relationships. I am black, living in Kumasi, Ghana. I am not bad looking but not like Tyson Beckford by any chance, but close to being an Idris Alba. I exercised regularly, as a social drinker and non-smoker. I don't joke around with my health. Also, I am hygienic and love keeping my two bedroom apartment pristinely neat. The two serious relationships I had were with a white South African and an American from Chicago. The latter was Seal.
Seal and I met at Schipol airport when I graduated from my master's degree program in the Netherlands and headed back home to change the world. As a student of political science, having graduated cum laude, I thought I was the Messiah my country hunkered for. I had garnered enough knowledge from those indefatigable professors that I felt I was going to effect a needed change my country was ripe for. Wasn't that the kind of dream young African in diaspora harboured?
The airport was bustling with the usual activities. People dragging their bags as they search for their departure gates. A handful of moneychangers saunter around with gazes darting here and there, trying to scout a customer. Uniformed customs men and airport staff darted here and there making sure all went well. The female voice from the P/A announced various cancellations.
A man carrying a folded magazine spotted me sitting alone at the departure lounge scrolling through my phone. When he sat next to my seat, I was fully aware of his presence, but I was too engrossed with my phone. I didn't pay him mind.
He cleared his throat and I heard a deep voice saying “Hello”. Slowly, I turned around to face him. I had a double take. Beside me was the most gorgeous specimen right from the Gladiators movies. He had a deep set pair of blue eyes,cleanly shaved face, beautiful set of white teeth and the blackest, silky hair that was well trimmed. His shoulders were wide with bulging muscles ripping through his tight black T-shirt. His legs were long, stretched before him like a display of art. My eyes settled on his massive thighs and the juncture that advertised a massive crotch. He looked like he was in his late twenties as I didn't spot even a strand of grey in his hair. “I am Seal. Seal Desmond”, he said smiling with a friendly mien. My eyes returned to his face and I leaned forward, masking my sudden attraction and managed a smile. “I am Omo, Omo Finecountry”, I managed through a dry mouth. “Nice to meet you, Omo”. There was something about his voice that reminded me of the legendary country singer, Don Williams. So deep and sonorous. Seal's voice was also had a distant hilly-billy lilt to it. “ Are you heading to Accra or on transit?” he asked. That was how the banter began and before long we were chatting like old friends. He was going to Ghana and Senegal for business.
After two hours, our flight was cancelled due to bad weather. The prospect of having to spend a night at the airport was frustrating, to say the least. Thankfully, the airline announced that an arrangement would be made for us to spend the night in a resort near the airport area. I sighed with relief upon hearing that. I excused myself and headed to the restroom. As I was about to unzip my trousers, the door flung open and Seal walked in with the self assurance of a prince. He stood right beside me and unzipped his trousers very poised to take a leak. He whipped out his fat, brown dick out and started pissing out a light golden string of piss. The force of the piss was like furious water gushing out of a broken pipe. Unfazed by my presence and me looking incredulously at his big cock, he struck another conversation. “Man, are you not going to take a leak?” he asked quizzically. I quickly averted my eyes from the massive ass-destroyer beside me, spilling piss without a care in the world. I was sure he saw my curiosity as he peed. I still stole a glance or two before he shook his penis and tucked it back home inside his black underwear. “Yours is big too dude” he winked and me as my six incher released a string of urine . Our eyes locked and as I zipped up myself, he went to the sink to wash his hands. I followed him to do the same. As we headed to the exit, he pulled me back and shoved me inside one of the toilet booths and closed the door behind him. Before I could say Jack Robinson, he clamped his luscious lips on my inviting lips.
The kiss was sweet and deep. His arms tightened around me as mine flailed wildly. I was scared of being caught but the fear mixed with pleasure of being kissed hard by this stranger opened a new vista of wild bliss I had never imagined existed. The heat from his lips burnt me to a messy charred charcoal . His tongue pried opened my mouth and helplessly, I surrendered. That man really could kiss by the book. His tongue sent shivers down my spine and shivered deliriously. I heard distant drums from a faraway land. As he ravaged my mouth, my cock hardened in attention. He must have felt my heat. He started grinding and gyrating his heavy ensconced phallus against the fabric of my denims. As he was taller than me, he had to bend his head in order to kiss me fully. My hands found his shoulders and I held them in order to steady my legs that threatened to turn into wax.
I thought I would burst and shatter into thousand pieces. I was breathlessly savouring every second of that heavenly kiss. Suddenly, the spell was broken when someone opened the door and entered the loo. Slowly, with practiced steps, he disengaged from me. Before leaving the enclosure, he whispered in my ear, “we'll finish this in the plane”. He left the lavatory, walking with a purposeful gait. I gathered myself, caught my breath and left minutes after he left. Thankfully, the man whose presence in the restroom broke our kiss was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was in one of the booths.
When I reached my seat, Seal was sitting crossed leg, and speaking on his phone. I avoided looking directly at him. I decided to be cool, calm and collected.
(To be continued)
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