I resumed class the following day. Whenever I was at the faculty, my body reacted with burning feelings especially when I saw a handsome guy walking towards me. There were times I had to stop and hide an obvious erection. I would brush my body against the wall in a bid to escape prying eyes. Today, I was at the faculty around 10:41 AM for a course that was meant to begin by 11:00 AM. It wasn't the first time I'd have arrived before my first lecture of the day, began. Most times, I liked to arrive at the faculty quite early to know if I would see one of those guys that I had some weird obsession over. A lot of them. They walked past the faculty building, where students sat to read and chat amongst themselves. I loved when they wore those outfits that hugged their bodies or tight sweatpants that packaged their dick to a corner. Those that had a slightly big dick, they swung left and right.
My main crush had a face like that of an African mythological god. His cheekbones were deep, sunk into his flesh, having the features I craved in a man. Since I began having feelings for him, the most we have had to say to each other was, "Hello," or Sometimes, "guy, how far?" before we slowly walked past ourselves. We also made thumbs up and eyes movement. I thought he saw me as someone he knew around the faculty all day, but I saw him as someone I would like to have sex with.
I walked into the classroom and it was filled with students. I was five minutes past the exact time, late. I had seen my crush as usual. He walked past with a group of guy and after we said a "Hi", and instead of walking away, he touched my head, slowly, smoothing my hair. He was taller, so he was able to touch my hair. At that moment I felt a sweet sensation, then my dick moved inside my trouser. I had to wait for a while, outside the faculty before I walked into the lecture hall.
"Hey, Dennis, you are late," Pelumi, one of my female friends said.
I looked embarrassed. For that slight moment, someone might have come and asked why I was there when I was trying to control my erection. I wish this would not happen again. Pelumi adjusted and I sat on the chair. Throughout the class, my lecturer was uncomfortable. I noticed his gaze exactly in my direction. He had been doing the same thing for a while, but no one knew I was the one that catches his attention. Sometimes, I seemed to distract him in the classroom. He would be explaining something, then moved to talk about something entirely different.
"Hey, Dennis, stand up," he said.
I shook and turned to watch Pelumi. His voice rang again, "I said you should stand up." I was confused about what I had done. I watched him standing in front of the whiteboard, his potbelly dangling.
"Why were you making noise with the girl sitting beside you, in my class," he said.
Everyone turned. I knew how to command attention. My light-skinned body and red lips got everyone's attention. I don't call it pink lips because it looks like I had just finished sucking blood or I applied lipstick.
"We were not making noise," Pelumi's voice resounded.
I watched the man's face. He fumed, then dashed out of the classroom. Before he did, he said I should meet him in the office. I was annoyed. Most of my course mates were blaming me for getting the man angry. I don't know how this switch of blame happened. I cannot remember how I did this. The slightest movement I had with Pelumi was when I locked eyes with her face. I don't know why he was wrongly accusing me.
"You better go and meet him."
"You carry lipstick rub for mouth."
"Useless boy."
Some of my classmates said intermittently with other deriding remarks. I walked out of the classroom angrily till I arrived at the lecturer's office door and stopped. I knocked once, nobody answered. I tried to push the door but it was locked. As I made to leave, the door creaked and opened. "Hey."
I turned. I expected his eyes to have that same burning rage like it had when he walked out of the classroom, but now it was different. I was lost on what was happening. But I held myself before I faltered and the classroom will start blaming me again.
"Come in," he said.
I walked in. It was the first time I was walking into his office. At the end was a sofa, the other side had his chair and desk. He bolted the door and stood in front of me. "I came to apologize, Sir. I am so sorry for making you angry in class today," I said.
"You never made me angry," he gripped my shoulder. His hands stayed soft on me.
I was lost on what was happening between us. He moved his mouth onto my lips and whispered incoherent words, then he bit my lips. He moved his stomach towards me and touched my crotch. He gripped me tight and I felt his warmness.
(TO BE CONTINUED)