A story of a family orientated man.
Qonda Makhaya
Xhanti Makhaya
Kungawo Makhaya
"Unngh."
"Try to be quiet baby. You're going to wake up the baby."
Sweat trickled down Qonda's forehead as he and the shorter man below basked in their own body heat. It was in the dead silence of the night but all that could be heard was their heavy breathing and occasional whimpers and grunts.
"I know baby but it feels so good." Kungawo whispered as he reached to cradle Qonda's head.
Kungawo was overcome with lust as the sensation and visuals of Qonda's fresh haircut intensified his itch. His man looked very sexy.
Another whimper escaped him causing the man on top of him to put his hand over his mouth. He couldn't even protest because he was on his stomach with his ass propped up over a pillow. Trapped under a tall big man who was abusing his prostate. His whole body tingled with every thrust.
"I love you baby. I love you so much Kungawo."
His deep voice put him in a trance. He then let go of his mouth and palmed his forehead in order to tip his head over. He proceeded to peck the side of his face. Kungawo could barely act independently because he was weak from the sensory overload. He clawed the bed sheets, with his mouth wide open.
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Humorhomosexual oneshots. Most of the characters are Xhosa and all their names have meaning, also some lines are written in the language so feel free to ask for an interpretation. It also would be cool if you left a comment.