Adventure Of A Bad Pastor’s Son

Adventure Of A Bad Pastor’s Son batch 15

Adventure Of A Bad Pastor’s Son

Episode 45 – 47

That night, while sleeping, I had this weird dream where Wale was pursuing me with a gun and some guys and Tiwa was running after us begging him to leave me. As I was running, another guy stopped me and grabbed my arm.

Immediately he held me, one of the other guys came and gave me some light slaps on my face and as I received the fourth slap which was kinda h-rder, I woke up and found Bayo sitting on my bed slapping me to wake up.
Immediately I saw him, I was relieved that it was only a dream and I smiled broadly
Bayo: why are you smiling?
Me: na why you wake me be that?
Bayo: no… na concerning that sturv wey we talk yesterday. I don follow my boys talk, dem say make we arrange the guy brain later for evening. When school dey calm.
Me: sacred shey dem no go catch us?
Bayo: dem dey catch breeze?
Me: oyaaaaaa….. don Bayo….
Bayo: I be capon, I no be don
Me: na you be capon for there?
Bayo: ehn na… abi why I con dey call them my boys
Me: badoski…… omoh….. wetin be time sef?
Bayo: na after eleven we dey
Me: I don too sllep oooo
Bayo: you get wetin you wan do?
Me: ehn na… I wan go visit Tiwa for her house
Bayo: where?
Me: for Lekki, phase one
Bayo: you know say you nor know Lagos, make dem no go kidnap you ooo…
Me: okay sir
Bayo: oya stand up dey prepare na…. time don go already
Me: aiit…. Thanks for waking me
I stood up, went and brushed my teeth and had my bath, then went to food village (that’s where food is sold in my school) and ate since I didn’t have time to start cooking. After eating, I went back to my room to spray perfume and pick my wallet and c-ndom. I saw Wale sitting on his bed. I went to meet him and started a conversation with the aim of apologizing, as the dream was still ringing in my head.
Me: egbon
Wale: how fa…. Where you off to?
Me: going to see a friend of mine
Wale: enhe….. girl abi?
Me: no, it’s a boy
Wale: if you like
Me: egbon, am sorry for yesterday, I didn’t mean all I said, I just spoke out of anger and frustration bro.
Wale: no wahala, I don’t hold any grudges against you
Me: na lie, if not, why haven’t you talked to me since yesterday?
Wale: you came into the room, stinking of alcohol and taking to you in that state, wont make things any better and besides, I knew you were still angry
Me: okay, that’s true, just had to drink to drown my frustration
Wale: I know, I also was wrong in saying you’re a disgrace to priesthood, I’m not supposed to judge you. Am sorry
Me: okay… we’ll see later… am off egbon. Thanks once again
Wale: no problem jare…. E dey happen, na quarrel dey bring friends closer
I stood up, grabbed my wallet, a pack of c-ndom from my wardrobe and left the room.

I went straight to the skye bank, near my hostel and withdrew N4000 from the atm since I wasn’t sure what the transportation would cost. I left the school and headed to the bus stop where I took a bus heading for obalende.
I gave Tiwa a call that am coming and she sounded very happy on the phone. It was about 30 minutes’ drive to obalende. When I alighted the bus, I looked around and looked for where I’ll take jakande-lekki bus but didn’t see any conductor shouting “jakande or lekki” I walked up a shabbily dressed guy, I guess a conductor and greeted him. He was holding a sachet of snapps in his hand
Me: egbon, eku ise ooo…
Guy: enhe…. Egbon, bawo
My Yoruba wasn’t very polished yet then like it is now, so I spoke English in phonetics intonation
Me: I’m fine sire… please am am looking for where I can board a bus going to jakande-lekki
Guy: mi oo gbo nko ti’ en so
Me: slowly m – m – mo’ n lo lekki, ni – bo ni ma ri bus sir?
Guy: e ma cross lo si the other side, war i awon agbero to n kpariwo jak-ande lekki…
Me: okay sir oshe gaan sir bowing my head and touching my knee with one hand

I crossed to the other side and just as he said, I saw a guy scre-ming “jakande, lekki, jakande, lekki” but I didn’t see any bus
there. I walked up to the guy
Me: oga mi, well done oo… abeg wey the bus wey dey go lekki
Agbero: guy, wait for here, them dey come, but if them don come, you need hurry ooo
Me: why?
Agbero: police no dey allow them wait
Me: okaaaayyyy…. shaking my head no wahala, oshe gaan oga mi
Agbero: shey, omo Yoruba ni e?
Me: noo… mi o se omo yoruba oo…
He turned around and kept shouting what he was shouting before I disturbed him.
I lookedaround and noticed there were some police men there in their annoying uniform.

I hate Nigerian Policemen like mad>. I waited a little standing beside the agber and the agbero tapped me on my shoulder saying “oya bros, the bus don dey come ooo… na im dey come so..
The bus came truly with the conductor hanging and scre-ming “Jakande-lekki” phase one ni last bus stop ooo… mi o lo phase 2 ooo… phase two ma wole ooo… I didn’t expect the bus to stop so I ran after it and jumped in while it was still in motion. In the process, I hit my head on the roof of the bus. I’ve never entered a moving vehicle before so I wasn’t used to it.
As I hit my head everybody was like… “ ah, sorry ooo… sorry ehn”
I located a vacant seat at the last seat at the far back of the big bus and sat beside a pretty lady.
I sat beside the window on the right while she sat beside me then a young, awkward looking man sat beside her, followed by an old woman who had a basket of fresh tomatoes and pepper on her leg. The girl said sorry and I was like thanks. In about two minutes of sitting down, I started sneezing cos of the peppr and tomatoes. The girl was just like “sorry, sorry, take care” after each sneeze. I said thanks.

After the sneezing seized, I looked at her bag on her leg as she was bringing out money to pay the conductor. I asked how much and the doctor told me. I asked if I could pay for her and she said “no, but if you insist” I said “I insist” and paid for two. I started a discussion
Me: I love your Louis Vuitton bag
She: thanks
Me: how much did you buy it?
She: you want to pay for it too? I’ve already paid when I was buying it?
Me: no nau…. Hahaha…. I wanna buy it for my girlfriend
She: mtchewww….

She sq££zed face for me and in my mind I was like “did I say something wrong?” we didn’t talk again till we reached lekki phase one and I alighted along with others and called Tiwa to remind me the name of the bus stop while I crossed the road using the pedestrian bridge. She reminded me and I located some buses and entered the front of one of them.
I sat at the front intentionally so I can be reminding the driver from time to time not to carry me pass the bus stop. I told him I don’t know the place and he said I shouldn’t worry; he’ll drop me at the right place. In less than five minutes, we reached and I crossed and entered the street beside the filling station she told me. I gave her a call and in a minute I saw her running, or jugging towards me wearing a short that was almost the size of a bum-shot.
She jumped on me and k-ssed me and people were passing just staring at us. We went to her house and OMG! The house was a mansion.

The gate was big and painted black.
The floor of the big compound was fitted with beautiful interlocking. As we entered, she ordered the gateman to shut the gate and let her know before letting anybody in and to t-rn on the generator. He turned it on before we entered and as we entered, everywhere was cold due to the split unit ac hanging on the wall.
The house was beautiful and big. It was a duplex. She held my hands and showed me the dinning area, the coridoor and three rooms downstairs. The masters’ bedroom, a guest room and her dad’s study room and then the kitchen. A maid was there in the kitchen washing plates and she(Tiwa) told her “hey, when you’re done with what you’re doing, come to my room, i wanna send you something”. The maid said ok and went back to her duty. I guess the maid is older than Tiwa cos she looked more matured and she was beautiful, fair complexioned with full bre*$t and h¡p. Tiwa held my hands and took me upstairs to her room. Her room was gorgeous. Pink colour with a big bed and a teddy bear on the bed.

The room had a plasma tv fitted in the wall.
I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore, so i commented on the luxury of the house.
Me: babe your mpa hold bar oo
Tiwa: chuckles yeah… he’s a minister in my state house of assembly
Me: which state?
Tiwa: you dunno where am from? Osun state.
Me: okay… your house is beautiful… like you peck her
Tiwa: thanks dear k-ss me deeply
As we were k-ssing, i was using my hand to rub her neck down to her shoulder and back. A knock on the door interrupted our little rom-nce.

It was the maid. “I’m through with what I was doing“ she said.
Tiwa: okay, take this money and go to the market and buy ingredients for fried rice and come and prepare fried rice and turkey for me and my guest brings out some pieces of N1000 notes
Maid: collects the money okay bends her knee slightly
Tiwa: hurry up oo… my guest is feeling hungry already, please don’t take time. And buy turkey also and fry
Maid: okay walking out of the room
I couldn’t help but notice the swinging of her voluptuous a_ss but I quickly erased the thought of her out of my head. She went out and Tiwa suggested we go to the sitting room.
We went there and she turned on the large television set and put on DSTV and tuned to channel o, while we were enjoying the music booming out of the loud home theater system.
We had some minutes of an awkward silence, just looking at each other and then the television. She broke the silence. “lets dance” she said.
“I can’t dance” even though I know I can dance very well, infact dancing is one of my hobbies, but shyness no go gree me.
She tried pulling me from my seat but couldn’t so she tickled me until I stood up.
I can’t withstand tickle at all. I stood up, she put her hands around my neck and started twisting her body. I held her wa-ist and followed the rhythm of the song and movement of the song.
After some time, she turned her back and I started rocking her b**ty while she was grinding her arse seriously into my d*ck.
I had a hærd-on already. She slowly turned and faced me and started k-ssing me.

This time, I went straight for her bbs with my hands and started work on it. She started gr0aπ!ng in my mouth and she was licking my l-ips, down to my chin and up back to my lip, while I was handling her b00bs. This lasted for about five minutes, then a knock on the door >
We stopped what we were doing and I sat on the chair and crossed my legs to conceal my hærd d!ckson. It was the maid again.
“shey this girl na winchabi them swear for am ni? Abi she nor want make I fk my babe agin?” I thought to myself angrily.
She came in holding a nylon bag and proceeded straight to the kitchen. Tiwa came and sat on my leg and started k-ssing me.
I wasn’t comfortable with the idea so I stopped her
Me: baby, the wh0le place is bright. What if the maid or anyone comes in
Tiwa: so? This is my house, I can do whatever I want
Me: including, having s*ex with a guy in the full glare of the lights?
Tiwa: anything. Its my house not the maid’s
Me: hmm…
She continued k-ssing me but I stopped her again
“what!!!! Fear fear, mtchew”
Me: anha! You don vex?
Tiwa: of course nau… you’re doing like a woman.
I k-ssed her this time and started using my hands to rub her laps
“Omotilewa!!!” we heard a voice from outside as series of rushed knocks was heard on the door.

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