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When time came for the lunch break, I hurried to the eating shelter. I found Kwaku sitting in his usual place, with both mine and his food. I went up, picked up my food, and sat down with Kwaku, he then leaned over and put his arm around my shoulders, and gave me a big hug. I just kept on eating, so Kwaku started rubbing my head. I pulled away, but Kwaku wouldn’t stop, so I just let him do what he wanted.
Kwaku gave me another big hug and said “I love the boy’s slave haircut”, and he did some more head rubbing. I ask why he always referred to me as boy, and pointed out he was not that much older. He laughed and pointed out that Araway always called me the boy, when he talked with Kwaku. I told him by using the term boy, the other men might think something was going on between the two of us. He laughed and said he knew what the other men thought, that he, Kwaku, was fucking me.
I told Kwaku I knew that, because Dauda had ask me if I were being fucked by him. I told Kwaku, that I had told Dauda that no sex was going on between the two of us. I told Kwaku, I wasn’t sure if even Dauda believe me, when I said no sex was happening. Kwaku gave me another big, and did more rubbing on my head. I could see many of the other men watching, and most of them were either smiling or laughing.
Kwaku handed me his bowl, and told me to take them back to the servers, that he needed to talk with the Overseer. Kwaku got up and went to where the Overseer was sitting, and they started to chat. I could see both of them laughing, and a couple of times they looked my way. I just got up and returned our eating bowls to the servers, who always give me a strange look.
Before I knew what was happening, Kwaku came up behind me and put his arms around me and pined my arms to my side. Kwaku then told the other men to rub my head, everyone of them laughed and rubbed my head, even the food serves got in on the action. The Overseer came over and said it was time to get back to work, then he laughingly rubbed my head.
Before I went back to work, I stopped Kwaku and told him I was glad he controlled his urge. I quickly left and went back to work, knowing Kwaku would think about what I said all day. I would tell him that evening, when we worked out, what I had ment.