I opened my eyes and the first thing they settled on was the big black head of my roommate, with his saliva drooping from his mouth as he took a deep breath, turned and stretched on the bed and continued snoring. I lifted my head from my pillow and put my hand under to pull my wristwatch out. I pressed the button and the light came on. 3:26 AM. I put the watch back and tried to go back to sleep. I couldn’t.
It had been two weeks since the incident with Umar. It was Ibrahim Abba who caught us; another hot Muslim boy that I had been crushing on since we were in SS1. I still feel my heart race whenever I think of that night. The shock on his face. His mouth agape. His eyebrows furrowed. Speechless, mostly from the fact, I suspect, that Umar, his Muslim brother, could be indulging in such an ‘evil’ act. He didn’t say anything thereafter; he just shook his head continuously and stalked out of the room.
All the thoughts of terror that could ever be thought were already in a queue, barraging my mind, one after the other. I didn’t even know which to focus on first. The reaction of my parents to the expulsion I would get when Ibrahim reports us? Or their reaction when they heard the reason for the expulsion? How would my juniors look at me when this news became public? How would my mates regard me? I was finished. I didn’t think my heart had ever beaten so fast before that evening.
Since Ibrahim hadn’t said anything before leaving the room, I didn’t even know if he was going to report us or not. I sat there on my bed and put my head in my hands. I couldn’t bear to look at Umar’s face, the guilt of how destroyed he’d surely look would have killed me.
After sitting there and saying nothing, Umar got up and left. Without saying a word. Although I knew he was as apprehensive as I was, I had expected him to at least say something. I will talk to him. Let me see what I can do. Just calm down, he might not report. Anything would have soothed me, at least a bit. Or not.
Fast forward to two weeks after the incident, I was still a student of the school, I had not been expelled. I had not even been called by any staff of the school concerning the issue. Life just continued to move on the way it had always been.
Except without Umar. We hadn’t said a word to each other since that day, well, more like he hadn’t. I tried to talk to him but he avoided me like I was a patient ailing from a virulent communicable disease. So did Ibrahim.
So imagine the velocity at which my heart had jumped into my mouth when out of the blue, one day, a junior boy walked into my room and told me that Ibrahim wanted to see me; he even added that it was urgent. I got up from my bed, put on the straightest face I could muster and moved like someone who was walking into an office for a job interview. His room was not far from mine so I didn’t even take up to twenty steps before I was there. He was alone. He dismissed the junior boy and told me to ‘please close the door.’
Chineke’m! He said please.
The only thing that made sense to me at the time was that he had reported me and wanted to let me know quietly, and was trying to be nice, at least before I got openly disgraced and then, expelled.
Boy! Was I wrong!
‘How does it feel?’ he asked.
‘What?’ I blurted.
‘Kissing…a boy…’ he said with some discomfort.
Shock hugged me like it hadn’t seen me in decades. ‘Are you serious?’ I blurted again.
‘Answer me na.’
‘I don’t know… it’s just how it is now… what do you want me to say?’ I was confused. Why the hell was this boy asking me these futile questions?
‘Do you like it?’
‘Is this really necessary right now, Ibro?’
‘Yes, answer me.’
I was quiet.
‘Answer me now.’ He raised his voice a bit, almost rising from where he seated.
‘Okay… yeah, I like it.’
He got up. Took a few steps and he was right in front of me, so close that I could feel his breath on my face. He smelled nice, I admitted silently, all the while hoping this was not what I was starting to think it was going to be.
It was exactly that.
He leaned forward and kissed me. Well, I have to admit that I am a very attractive person, but I had never thought in this life, or in the life to come, that I would ever kiss Ibrahim. He seemed like the very homophobic type, always ‘chuking’ mouth whenever the gay issue was brought up, and every time, saying that they should all be killed.
I drew out of the kiss. I looked at him; he had this sort of hungry look on his face, like he was being deprived of something he had a right to.
‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ I could not stop myself from asking.
He nodded, this time with a puppy look on his face. It reminded me of this Nollywood movie I watched where Kanayo O. Kanayo wanted to join this cult and Pete Edochie (the Leader) asked him if he really wanted to join. Or was it Charles Okafor? Oh forget it, too many movies with that storyline.
I took his face in my hands and kissed him. And the three-year-old crush was made manifest. He was a very good kisser, he made me not want to get out of that kiss. Our hands smooched every part of each other’s body. I put my hand in his pants and felt his tadger; it wasn’t as big or as amazing as Umar’s, but it was still impressive. I unhooked his belt and undid his zipper, pulled down his pants and slid down to my knees where I promptly started to suck him off, pleasing him and making him moan. He pulled away from me and begged me to let him fuck me. I had been fucked once and it had hurt like hell, and I thought I would never go through it again.
But this was Ibrahim, so I nodded my concession.
He moved to the door and locked it, went to his locker and brought out some lotion. He applied some on his tadger and a lot on my ass, lubing up every part of it, before he proceeded to penetrate me. He parted my ass cheeks and put his dick in, gradually and ever-so gently. With that kind of adroitness, I knew he must have done this a lot of times before. After sometime, he was all in and he started humping me slowly and then increasing his pace. It was really painful, but there was just something pleasurable about it. Sweet sorrow, perhaps? He kept on moaning and mumbling words I couldn’t make out. I just lay there, enduring the pain and trying to concentrate on the pleasure. It didn’t take long before I felt his penile muscles contract and he shot his load inside me. He pulled out of me, took some lotion in his hand and wanked me till I came. We cleaned off and I left.
From then on, I could comfortably say that I became Ibrahim’s bitch. We would meet at different places at different times. But whenever we were outside, we behaved like we didn’t even know we existed. He went his way and I went mine.
It was now five months to our graduation. We were now counting just days to our first WAEC paper. We were all reading like there was no tomorrow, that is, those of us serious ones in the Science and Technical classes. The boys in the Art and Commercial classes continued to behave like it was just a normal term. That wasn’t very surprising.
On one very beautiful day, I was in my classroom, poring through my Physics textbook. Then, sensing a presence, I looked up and saw Umar standing by the door. He was staring at me. I raised my eyebrows as if to ask ‘What?’ He strode to my seat, and continued looking at me like he was studying me.
‘You and Ibro,’ he finally said softly. ‘I know.’ And he turned and walked out of the class, leaving me staring after him with my mouth slightly open and my eyes widened with stupefaction.
Written by Fitzgerald