I raised my head and our eyes met. His firm cheek bones elevated as he gave that beautiful smirk I’d been dreaming about all day. He mouthed some words but I could only make out ‘Calling you’. I was too deep in my entrancement to notice any other thing that was going on in the class. The thought of my lips and his – full, luscious and delicious – locking together again in a kiss made my erect cock throb. He was a Muslim . . . and we’ll call him Umar. He was my classmate and we’d been friends for just two terms; it wasn’t long before we became very fond of each other. We’d kissed, once. He was scared, but I wasn’t. That didn’t stop him from kissing me passionately for so long. By the time he ended the kiss, I couldn’t help it, I was hopelessly and utterly in love with him.
Just then, I thought I heard my name. It was faint but I was sure it was my name. Dreamland was however too interesting to leave just for a thought, so I sat there and kept on fantasizing… Well, until a ringing slap struck my cheeks and jerked me forcefully out of my fantasies.
“Fitzgerald! I just said you should go to the board and solve that equation!” the teacher bellowed.
That was when I remembered that I was in my Math class with Mr. Femi. Continue reading