Prince of the Parsonage © 2022
By David Lee
This is a stand-alone story, but it might make more sense if you've read Two Against the Odds first. You'll have met several of the characters there. One of my long-time readers asked to know more about a young dude in that tale, and so I decided to write about him. This is the result. Thanks, Paul R for inspiring me.
Chapter 1
Dashawn Inkosana Williams was a lucky boy in several ways. He was handsome enough to have the title, "Nubian prince" conferred on him by a couple of his high school friends, Rick and Bryant. They did it without knowing that his distant ancestors were actually Zulu, and his middle name meant "prince" in their language.
Growing up in a mixed-race community in Florida, he hadn't suffered as much as some others in the South who shared his mahogany-colored skin. Part of that was due to the fact that his parents brought him up to act and dress like a middle class white boy, discouraging him from being a sagger, showing off the top half of his underwear, or wearing hoodies despite the fact that many of his white friends did. The killing of Travon Martin was still fresh in their memories as was the death of Ahmaud Arbery whose killers had recently been sentenced.
Dashawn was blessed in another important way. His parents loved him unconditionally. It didn't matter to them that he was gay. This might appear unusual since his father was a football coach at the local high school and his mother was the pastor of a church, but both of them held progressive views and had friends and relatives who were out.
He was now a high school grad and was taking a few hours of summer school at the junior college which would transfer to the university later. Since he'd currently found only a parttime job, he figured it would be good to get a jump-start on his higher education experience rather than trying to work at two different places and not make much money at either.
Since graduating, Dashawn had also taken a vow of chastity. Well, not really. What he had decided to do was not to go actively looking for sexual encounters. He'd hit on a couple of guys in his senior year, and neither situation had come to fruition. In one case, the guy turned out to be homophobic and threatened to beat him up. In the other incident, his classmate, Rick, already had a boyfriend. Being hit on had initially made Rick uncomfortable. However, the two of them had become friends once Dashawn realized his error and apologized. In fact, he'd been accepted by Rick's boyfriend, Bryant, as well.
Dashawn's high school experiences had made him more cautious and discreet. He wasn't going to chance having his face rearranged by someone who resented his attention. And he didn't want to get into an altercation with a jealous boyfriend.
So, Dashawn wasn't looking for a soulmate when he ended up sitting beside a hot young African named, Daniel Moussa in his second class of the morning. Daniel was so good-looking that he was almost beautiful. His eyelashes were long and looked as if they'd been curled. When he smiled, his gleaming teeth lit up the room. In his own right, he was as handsome as Dashawn, and that's saying a lot.
From the waist down, he was dressed in jeans and sneakers, but his shirt was made of a bright print fabric which made Dashawn wonder if he might be gay. He could only hope that this hottie might be like him.
The boys exchanged pleasantries before class began but were soon so engrossed in learning that they couldn't continue their conversation.
When the lecture was over, both seemed reluctant to part.
"I didn't get everything the professor said toward the end," Daniel lamented. "My English isn't as good as my French."
"We could go over it together," Dashawn suggested. "It would be good for both of us. Why don't you join me for lunch in the cafeteria?"
"I can't because I have to eat my sack lunch on the bus. It takes forever to get to my house. Then I need to change and hurry to my job at McDonald's."
"Where do you live?"
"On fourth street a block from that Presbyterian Church."
"That's my church and my house is nearby. The bus must take a circuitous route."
"I don't understand that word," Daniel shook his head.
On a piece of paper, Dashawn wrote the word college in one spot and church in another. Then he drew a fairly straight line and a meandering one between them.
"Here's the short route that I drive, and here's the one the bus takes. See how it goes out of its way?"
"Oh, I get it. Circuitous means not direct."
"Yes. I have a plan. Let's eat here and then I'll drive you home. We can discuss our notes over our lunch."
"I will give you my bus fare," Daniel declared.
"No, you won't! It's not out of my way. My mom's the pastor of that church and the manse isn't far from it. We're practically neighbors."
"This is what you call `awesome' in the US." Daniel exclaimed.
The guys ate together, reviewing their lesson, and then Dashawn drove to Daniel's home with time to spare.
"You must come in and meet my mother," Daniel said. "She will be happy that I've made a friend."
Catheryn Moussa was indeed elated to learn that her son had made a new acquaintance at school, and one who live close by. She was also interested in finding out about the church because she thought it might be a good fit for her family.
"My mother, Martha, was a Presbyterian minister at home in Togo. She will be thrilled to find a place with a female pastor. We will see you next Sunday. Mother doesn't speak much English, but I will translate the sermon for her later."
"Our church service has been online since the beginning of the pandemic and has kept on broadcasting since we're back to meeting in person, so you could watch it again in the afternoon if you want to. You can pause it when you want to explain something."
"Excellent! I'm so pleased to have met you!"
When Dashawn got home, he had to hurry to his job at the grocery store. He could hardly wait to tell his family about his new friendship. The smile never left his face during the afternoon. Doubtless, he brightened a lot of people's day.
Later, as he discussed his new friend over dinner, his family could tell that he was smitten.
"Am I gonna get a brother-in-law soon?" Dontrell teased.
"I wish," Dashawn grinned.
"What makes you think he's like you?" Lenore asked.
"You should have seen the shirt he was wearing. No straight boy would be caught dead in that!"
"Many men from Togo wear things like that. It's part of their culture. It has nothing to do with orientation," she said.
"Really? Wow, it's a good thing I didn't come on strong. I still want him as a friend even if I can't have him as a boyfriend. He's really great!"
"That's good," Walter nodded. "You need to develop friendships of all kinds."
"Yeah, but I was so hopeful."
"The right guy will come along if you're patient," his father added.
A couple of blocks away, a similar conversation took place when Daniel came home from his job.
"Maman, I think Dashawn is awesome! He's so handsome and we clicked right away."
"Don't develop a crush too fast. He might not be like you," Catheryn cautioned.
"He's so friendly and open," Daniel responded. "He said we might be able to study together a lot. He even talked about having a sleepover at his house."
"But he's also the son of a minister. Do you think his mother would approve if he dated another male?"
"The electronic sign at the corner of their church has a message which says, `We choose welcome.' I'm pretty sure that's a kind of code which means they treat gay people the same as straight ones."
"True, but does that apply to the minister's son?"
"Wouldn't they be hypocrites if it didn't?"
"Yes, I suppose it would.
"I see your vocabulary is getting broader. That's good!"
On Friday, Dashawn picked up Daniel early enough to get to his friend's first class. He didn't have to be there as soon, so he spent an hour studying in the library. Daniel had the next period free and did the same thing. They met up in their later class and ate together in the cafeteria. This time, Daniel didn't carry a sack lunch.
On their ride back to their homes, Dashawn invited Daniel to come for dinner on Saturday night and stay over. Daniel was thrilled. It would be yet another chance for them to be together. Despite his mother's warning, he felt that he might have a chance of finding something deeper than a friendship. If not, he'd still love to be close to Dashawn.
Lenore had warned her family, especially Dontrell, to be on their best behavior when Daniel would be at their house.
"We have the possibility of having several members of the Togo community join our congregation. I don't want anything to jeopardize that by a remark someone might let slip."
"Do you think I would do that?" her husband asked.
"No, Walter, you and I are on the same team. I'm talking about these unruly sons of ours. Dashawn has to be careful that he doesn't let his hormones drive his actions. Dontrell has to watch his mouth."
"Mother, I'm not going to do anything to QUEER the deal," Dashawn smirked.
"Mamma, I promise not to make any wise-a--, um aleck remarks. Please don't beat me!" Dontrell wailed like a wounded child.
"Dear Lord, give me strength!" Lenore groaned, turning her eyes heavenward.
Despite her concerns, Lenore would have to admit that both of her boys were proper and gracious. They exhibited their best company manners.
Daniel was a good conversationalist and made a hit with everyone. Dashawn grinned the whole time. He loved how his family "adopted" his new buddy. If things progressed between them in the way he hoped, there would be no awkward moments in meeting the "in-laws."
The family played a short game of Mexican Train Dominoes with their guest after dinner. Assuming that the boys would prefer having time alone, Cathryn made an excuse about having to go over her sermon one more time and making an early night of it. After that, Walter and she retired to their bedroom and Dontrell went to his, leaving Dashawn and Daniel on their own.
"Um, I wasn't sure about what to bring to sleep in," Daniel said.
"I sleep in boxers when I have company," Dashawn told him. "And in my birthday suit when I'm alone."
"You have a special suit for your birthday?" Daniel exclaimed. "I do not know of this tradition. May I see it?"
"Ok, but please don't be offended," Dashawn grinned as he stripped.
"It's a way of politely saying, `nude.'"
"Oh, it's a beautiful suit!" Daniel exclaimed. "I will show you mine."
Having said that, he removed his clothes also. Dashawn drew in his breath sharply as he assessed the gorgeous trim body in front of him. He couldn't help but let his eyes dwell on the ample uncut piece of man-flesh dangling between Daniel's legs.
The two boys locked eyes, well aware of the desire they saw in each other's. Dashawn begin to chub up. Daniel grinned as he, too, became erect.
"Are you like me?" Dashawn asked.
"I really hope we are alike," Daniel breathed.
Then the two embraced, trapping their rampant phalluses between them. It was a thrill neither had experienced before and one which they'd never forget. Their tentative kisses soon turned passionate as they ravished each other's mouth. At the same time, they began to rub against one another. The intense excitement of this new experience soon sent them over the edge. Their orgasms were unlike anything they'd ever felt. As they came down from their sexual mountaintop, Dashawn snickered about their predicament.
"There's enough cum dripping down our bodies to make an omelet for three people," he joked, as he grabbed his T-shirt to keep from making a mess on the carpet. "I guess we'd better shower before we climb into our beds."
"Won't your parents wonder about the shower running?"
"Nope. I often shower at night. Besides, their bedroom is downstairs and they're not likely to hear it. Dontrell is the only one on this floor and he's my bud as well as my brother. He won't tell anyone, even if he suspects we're sharing it.
After the guys got back from cleaning up, they still wanted to hold each other. Dashawn locked the door and the two of them moved the nightstand and pulled the twin beds together. They climbed into their beds naked, pulling one of the top sheets over both of them. Thus, they fell asleep skin to skin.
Morning found two young men beaming at each other. Neither of them felt any sense of guilt or remorse over their activities from the night before. Since they'd brushed their teeth before going to sleep, they exchanged kisses without any reservations.
"I wish we could get married," Daniel sighed. "but I guess we don't know each other well enough. It's cool that we could even think about it in this country."
"Ask me again in a few months, or maybe a year," Dashawn said. "I'm not sure how long guys are supposed to go together before they commit, but I know how I feel right now. You're like nobody I've ever met, and just think, we grew up half a world apart."
"Yes, moving here has been the best decision my family has ever made. My mother thought I'd be safer here where people are more accepting.
And already I have found you. In my country, you and I could be sent to prison for three years for what we did last night. Togo has a poor record about human rights, especially when it comes to guys like us."
"There are still a lot of people in the US who don't accept gays or people of color. It won't always be easy for us. But I admit that it's getting a tiny bit better in some ways. I fear what could happen in the future with the new conservative justices on the Supreme Court."
After the boys had dressed and gone downstairs, they found Dashawn's parents in the kitchen having breakfast.
"I hate to eat and run, but I need to make sure I'm all prepped for the service, Lenore said. "Since there's communion today, I have extra details to take care of. Walter has to go soon to check the sound system.
"Your food is staying warm in the oven."
"I can play host," Dashawn insisted. "You've already done the hard part."
Just as their parents left, Dontrell came in and the three guys sat down to eat.
"You two look very happy this morning. Is there anything you'd like to share," Dontrell said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"We're so much alike and we've really connected," Dashawn admitted.
"So, who got plugged into whom, or am I assuming too much?"
"You're a nasty pervert!" Dashawn exclaimed, trying to keep a straight face. "Do I ask things like that of you when you go on a date?"
"Sorry, I was trying to be a smartass. Daniel, I sincerely apologize to you. I shouldn't talk like that in front of company. My brother and I sometimes make naughty plays on words."
"That's okay. If I look happy it's because I've found someone I care for more than anyone I've ever met. I think I'm in love with your brother."
"Cool! I won't spread it around, but you guys might need to wear bags over your heads or everyone is going to guess from the way you're glowing."
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