This life is full of strange things that act as catalyst for turning some human beings into becoming excitement junkies. Yes, sexual extremities that I initially frowned upon and regarded the junkies as weird and abnormal. I have had to hold out their advances for far too long that when I was swept off my feet, the sound of it shook the very foundation of my morals.
It is a secret I said I was going to live with and never disclose to any living soul. What with the moral dilemma I ended up in? It was the most trying moment of my life. Up until now I still remember my conversion into a bisexual with trepidation and a tinge of excitement. I must confess I never knew such manner of excitement ever existed.
I have heard nasty stories about homosexuals. None of them ever made them look better than they did in previous ages. Such phrases like "all gays will die a wicked and painful death; they are abnormal; they are evil men," etc were some of the prominent ones I can remember during my early teenage years. Luckily for me, nobody on my street at Onitsha was pointed out to me as a gay character I would have to avoid his advances and friendship. This meant my family didn't see any trace of homosexuality in me. But in church, there was no month it would not appear in the sermons.
God helped me avoid these evil and abnormal men but not until my father in his usual characteristic wisdom had bundled me off to the boarding house school system of one of the missionary schools in Onitsha. It was in my senior secondary class five that I moved into the school hostel. Traditionally, that was the time fresh crop of student leaders was elected, and I have always wanted to make it to the circle of the fifty wise students. That was the major reason I played along with my father and ignored the imposition of his will on the family. My mother never wanted me to go and be struggling for food, looking lean and wouldn't have enough body defense to ward off germs and diseases. I saw reason with her but the politician in me wouldn't let me accept her strong reasons.
It did not take me long to settle down to school boarding house system. I went about my political ambition with the dexterity that was the envy of my opponents. I had my eye on two offices which included the Dining Hall Prefect whose duty it is to see that every student gets his ration of food, and a Hostel Block Prefect. This office would make me supervise every other student in my hostel house. I forgot to mention my school is an all-male school. I was sixteen years old the time this happened.
My first week saw me giving out money and beverages to the holders of these two offices who were in senior secondary class six and would soon be graduating from the school. They accepted my campaign goodies and largesse, and promised to help me actualize my dream.
I went away elated having been assured of success. The manner in which this student election is conducted is only when the graduating student-prefects submit the names of those they want as their successors to the school management who will go ahead and announce to the school the new crop of prefects after scrutinizing the list.
Ever since my overtures to the Dining Hall Prefect, his disposition towards me changed for the best. He would always invite me over to his room for one tutorial or another on the demanding responsibilities of my yet-to-be-inherited office. I never suspected him of any homosexual advances and tendencies. I related with him as a brother would an older brother. Then one evening after our preparatory classes, he invited me over once again. I knocked on his door and was told to come in. He was tying a towel round his lean seventeen years old waist.
“Turn the key in the lock.” He ordered me. I complied, and came closer.
“How much do you desire this office?” He asked me.
I was taken aback. My heart did a back flip and palpitated dangerously. “Is he planning on forwarding another student's name to the school management for approval in my place?” I saw myself shivering without prompting. The fear of loosing out after my huge campaign expenses almost made me shed tears. The shame and mockery from my opponents would be enough to kill me.
“Why do you ask Senior?” I managed to stammer out.
“The thing is you have done all you could to get this office but there's one last hurdle left.”
“What hurdle Senior? I can assure you I'll not fail you.”
“All right. Come and sit beside me and I'll tell you. But first I must warn you that if you breathe out what I'm about to tell you to any soul, you'll not inherit my office.”
I nodded sheepishly. He made me sit close to him on his bed. I braced up for his revelation, as I looked around me in great discomfiture.
“Has anybody told you you're a handsome boy?” He asked.
I shook my head no. Next thing he did was to untie his towel and his erect penis came to sight. He licked his tongue and said, “This is the last hurdle.”
In my confusion I asked him what I must do. He brought out a bottle of lotion and asked me to rub it in inside his anus. In my disgust, I obliged him. After this he ordered me to pull my shorts and penetrate him with my erect penis. Though I did not go on with this sexuality, this experience became my initiation into the evil men's club. I lost my innocence but got the office of my heart desire - the Dining Hall Prefect.
