"Do you always touch boys like this? Do you touch boys like this?" Jude finally said, more of the words finally escaped his lips. His stomach had tightened as soon as Shola's palm had touched it, and as his finger ran through settling on his belly button and fondled it.
He was shocked at the speed of his erection and was numbed too, words rushing with air through his lips from his lungs sounding like whispers unable to form.
"No, just you." Shola replied, locking eyes with him. He felt the bed he laid on should open and swallow him, yet he knew what he actually wanted wasn't the bed opening but Shola opening him. He felt this way because what he fantasized had happened suddenly, without giving him a chance to prepare for the suddenness with which it came.
"I have four girlfriends and two female buddies we pass time together, you know that." Shola said replying Jude before he could find words to ask him the question clearly written on his face. "I'm not gay, neither bisexual"
Jude's face had relaxed for a second before curiosity ceased him. "So, why... Why me?"
"I read you!" Shola replied.
He went cold.
"I see it in your eyes, the way you look at me, your body language, I've dealt with women so many times that I know when someone is making a pass at me"
To this, Jude's mouth had moved but words didn't come out. Surprised he was about how Shola had known he had craved this right from the first day his eyes had met Shola's whilst he smoked weed with three other guys at the open space of their lodge. When his intestines twitched, and the wings of the butterfly flapped in his stomach, he knew it would not work this would only exist in his imagination. The Yoruba guy with a lady in his room that was different from the one that passed the night the day before and two days before will kill him if he finds out that he feels this way towards him, and he wouldn't take his chances.
And that night when his door had been swung open without a knock and Shola had walked in on black jean trouser and silk hood, and shut the door behind him, he didn't know what to think, how to think what to think or even begin to imagine this until Shola had walked up to him on his bed, knelt by him and lifted his cloth and touched his stomach.
"I can go if you don't want" He said dismissively, rising to take his leave.
"I want" Jude replied before he could think, his mouth was acting faster than his entire body, the shrills he felt as Shola's finger kindled against his belly button sent a thousand sensations all through his being, what he felt was gratitude. Something he knew he will never be able to express fully, this sudden visitation that he wouldn't dream of that was now happening to him had filled him with strange gratitude, and it will continue like this until Shola pushes himself the last time into him, grunted and collapsed atop him a bundle of black sweaty skin kissing his lips.
The same feeling will cease him again and again as Shola gave him access to scan him through, his height, the scars on his back and his hand a testament of his numerous brutal fights, that night, the scars, had aroused him and the thought of having Shola had kept him wet at the back and rock stiff in front, surrendering his entire being to Shola's torture as he ran his fingers on his scars. He had almost screamed "you're a man" but kept quiet because he himself is male, he figured that saying this could knock senses into Shola head and who knows, take away this moment of pleasure.
It will still be gratitude that he felt when he greeted Shola the next morning on his way to lecture. Shola will reply him normally and continued talking to his new girl as though last night didn't happen.
FICTION
Zoe Chines!
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