6a00d8341c730253ef01910459cdba970c-500wiThe exam hall was quiet, peaceful and serene. Well, that was just the exam hall. I could see the anxiety and worry on almost all the faces I glimpsed. It was our second paper. Mathematics. I had almost not slept the night before; I made sure I was able to cover all the topics before sleeping. I was quite intelligent then, but Math was not so much my thing. I always had to study and study hard before I could correctly solve Math problems.

I looked across my seat to my far right and my eyes caught Umar’s. I knew that he wasn’t much of a book person, and he only read when he really had to. It was obvious that he hadn’t prepared well enough for the paper. Ibrahim’s seat was just three seats behind Umar’s. When he looked at me, he smiled and winked. I wondered if he was horny, because on a normal day, he wouldn’t even smile at me, let alone wink.

I faced my front when I noticed the invigilator approaching my seat with the exam papers, and my heart beat intensified as he got closer. He dropped one sheet on my desk and moved on. I flipped to the first page, and after going through the questions, my heart leaped for joy. Almost all of them were from the topics I had paid more attention to. I whispered a short prayer of thanks to God and descended on the questions. Continue reading


6a00d8341c730253ef01910459cdba970c-500wiI 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. Continue reading


6a00d8341c730253ef01910459cdba970c-500wiI 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