Straight boys 24 Gentle lion The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the faint sounds of students passing by in the hallway. They just brought the light. Warm evening light filtered through the window, casting long shadows across the room. Stacks of textbooks and half-empty coffee cups cluttered the desk, remnants of late-night study sessions. Martin is a very intelligent boy. Martin sat nervously on the edge of the bed, glancing at me as I leaned against the desk, my hands stuffed in my pockets. It looked like we had been inseparable for months—late-night conversations, stolen glances during dinners, and casual touches that lingered just a bit longer than necessary. Tonight felt different. The air between us was charged, thick with anticipation and unspoken feelings. I took a tentative step closer, my eyes searching Martin's face. I saw a picture of him and his mum. Behind the picture was written Love from K. Who was K I thought to myself. But he seemed nervous or scared. I had to ask. "You okay?" I asked softly. Martin nodded, though his heart raced. "Yeah... just—this is new for me." I smiled gently. "I will be gentle." I reached out, my fingers brushing against his. The simple touch grounded us both. Martin exhaled a shaky laugh. "Kind of wild, huh? Us, here." My grin widened. "Yeah. But it feels right because you want it." Silence settled between us, comfortable yet electric. I sat beside Martin, our knees touching. Slowly, almost hesitantly, I cupped his cheek, my thumb grazing the faint stubble there. Martin leaned into the touch, his breath catching. "You don't have to rush," I whispered. "I want this," Martin replied, his voice steady now. "With you." Our lips met in a tender, unhurried kiss—a promise, a beginning. The world outside faded, leaving only the quiet sanctuary of our room and the warmth blossoming between us. We pulled back, our foreheads resting together. "We'll figure this out," I said, a smile tugging at my lips. "Together," Martin agreed. And in that moment, everything else seemed simple. The room was dim, illuminated only by the warm, faint glow of a desk lamp. I could feel the weight of the moment as Martin sat beside me, his hands fidgeting nervously. His shoulders were tense, and his breaths were shallow, betraying the uncertainty he was trying to hide. "Hey," I said softly, placing my hand over his. "We don’t have to do this. Not if you're unsure." Martin's eyes met mine, wide and sincere. "No, I want this," he whispered, his voice trembling but resolute. "I’m just… nervous." His honesty only made me admire him more. "That's okay," I assured him, brushing my thumb gently over his knuckles. "We can go as slow as you want. Or stop anytime." He shook his head, determination flickering in his eyes. "I trust you." The weight of those words settled in my chest, warm and profound. I leaned closer, giving him time to pull back if he wanted to. When he didn’t, our lips met in a gentle kiss — soft, tentative, filled with unspoken promises. His tension slowly melted as I kept the moment tender and unhurried. My hand found its way to his cheek, and he leaned into the touch, sighing softly. Each kiss became a little more confident, a little more sure, as we found a rhythm that was entirely our own. I pulled back slightly, resting my forehead against his. "Still okay?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah," he breathed, his lips curving into a small smile. "More than okay." We stayed close, letting the warmth between us speak louder than words. There was no rush, no pressure — only the quiet understanding that this was a beginning built on trust and love. I suddenly found myself freeing some tears from my eyes as I slowly undressed. He felt the tears on my face and licked them up with his tongue. Then he started licking me—slowly and gently. Me: I… I… think— It felt like the situation had changed. I was the one who used to reassure him, but now, he was the one taking charge. It was as if he knew exactly what those tears were meant for. As each one dropped from my eyes down my face, I could feel the gentle burns on my cheeks. These tears were hot. I could feel his warm breath on my skin. Inside, my heart was a storm of confusion. I had so many questions to ask him, but it seemed like he had already made up his mind. These feelings kept haunting me, and I was drifting away— Not before a resounding pain snapped me back. It sounded like many blows, but it was just one slap. Yet, it hurt like hell. Martin: I need you to be here—not wherever your mind is taking you. I didn’t know how to get angry at him. Even my younger siblings had never slapped me before. But that slap changed everything. Instead of getting angry and leaving—or using it as an excuse to stop whatever strange thing was happening— I grabbed his face and kissed him, more intentionally this time. I snuffed out his breaths, sucking in his spit. He knew then: he had awakened a part of me he shouldn’t have. I started licking him like an animal, just as he had done to me not too long ago. I grabbed his n!ppl€ and sucked it like a newborn puppy clinging to its mother. The excitement was unbearable. He was over the edge, trying to push my head away, but I ignored him. I continued, possessed by something wild inside me. I moved from one side to the other, making his senses spiral. Now, it was his tears spilling—gently dropping onto my body. “Please” he begged as he couldn't take the excitement anymore. But Ignored. And I licked them up, just as he had done. As subtle as he could, he begged for mercy again. Martin: Let’s go back to slow and steady. I’m sorry, my love. Me: Huh… I see you want to slow now eh. Martin: I’m sorry, my love. Me: You’re not my love. I have someone I love—let’s establish that fact. Call me something else. He paused, assessing the situation, thinking about everything that had happened between us and how it all started. Me: What are you thinking about now? Should I slap you? Martin: Gentle lion. Me: What? Martin: That’s what I’ll call you—the gentle lion. Me: Hmm… okay. So, what exactly should the gentle lion do now? Martin: Be the lion that you are—but gentle. For a moment, I drifted off, but I snapped back, staring at him as he spoke. Then, I let all the excuses fade into the background. I put him on his back. Gently, I started licking and tasting him like a prepared meal. Savouring the taste and the moment. I went down to his pillar, taking it in as slowly and gently as I could. Moving up and down with my mouth, I created an atmosphere of warmth around him. I raised his legs, continuing on his pillar. Having his legs resting on my shoulders, one arm was fiddling with his n!ppl@s while the other had a finger gently entering his @$$hole. I guess this is what he wanted. Gently, with lube from Tunde, one finger went in… then two. Gradually, as he arched, wriggling like a worm in a salt solution, I went into his house gently—but it seemed this wasn’t going to be easy. For the gates to his home weren't opening. Me: Do you still want this…? He pushed me up, and I sat on the bed with my back to the wall. Then he sat on me gently. By taking me with his own hand, he allowed me inside his house, grabbing me tightly as he let me in slowly. I could feel the unease on his face, just like I felt during my first time. I was entering his home gradually and I felt the warmth from inside. I remembered Tunde flooding my face with kisses to distract me from that area. Then I grabbed his face as he sat and kissed him with all the love I could find in that moment. Gently, I came out and went back in—no rush— In and out I went as gently as I could until it rained. Covered with my own rain because I had used an umbrella. I let out hot breaths of exhaustion, and so did he. When I looked at his face, I saw his smile. Finally, he got it just the way he wanted. He whispered, “Can you please help me let the rain out too, my gentle lion?” At first, I wanted to give him a touch of my mouth so he could rain. But he was a good guy, my own little guy. So I gave him my underballs like Mustapha had given him before. This, he liked, because he got to suck on tits and feel like a man. Then he let out the rain, and both of us slept like little babies who had just taken milk from their mothers. Drenched in sweats, with all the beddings wet with rain drops and sweats. By Whitman Micheal join us on Facebook OURSTORY TB I woke up to a call from a new number. Me: Hello? Obi: Are you still sleeping? No school today? Me: Yeah, no school. Who is this? I yawned like a lion. Obi: 😂😂😂 Bro, it’s me, joor! That’s when it hit me—my younger brother was coming today. Me: Ahh, Obi, kee kwan? (How are you doing?) Obi: I’m okay. Me: What time are you coming? Obi: Papa said he has an investors’ meeting today. Mama said she can’t go alone since the ceremony is over. So, I’m guessing you’ll have to come pick me up. Also, Papa said when you come, you’ll drive the old car with all my stuff and the food Mama made for your friends. Me: Ahh, Obi, that food was supposed to be for your friends—of which you have none for now. Okay, what time do you want me to come? Obi: You know you have to drive to and fro—you come pick me with the car and drive back. So, I’m guessing it’s all at your discretion. Me: Hmmm, Obi speaking English. Okay then, evening. Obi: Big bro, I miss you. Can’t wait to see you and spend time with you. Me: Yeah, same here. When I dropped the phone, I looked around and remembered the activities of the night before. Then I looked at Martin, still sleeping soundly but hugging me tightly. I wanted to wake him up and ask him to clean his room so my brother could stay with him, but something held me back. I got up, picked my used rubber with my raindrops, flushed it down the toilet, wore my clothes, and gave him a kiss. Then I left. By Whitman Micheal join us on Facebook OURSTORY TB I knocked on my door, and Ejiro opened it. First, I went to have a bath, then changed my boxers, and joined Mustapha and Ejiro on the bed. I stretched out my arms, hugging them both. They laughed, hugged me back, and we slept for at least an hour more. This time, I was woken up by another call—the police officer. I woke Mustapha and Ejiro and asked them to call Tunde. We decided that Mustapha, Ejiro, Tunde, Larry, and I would go to the police, while Nat took care of business. Nat: What about food? Me: Can you hold on till evening? I promise you, you’ll overfeed. Nat: Anything you say, my lord. Me: Come, what’s doing you? 😆 We got to the station, and the officer was there. After exchanging pleasantries, we sat in his office, and he spoke. Officer: Without hesitation, let’s get on with it. Have you considered all I said? Me: Yes, we did. And for the best, it’s okay to drop the case and reduce the publicity. Officer: Seeing you boys, I know that house rent, handouts, laptops, and phones are now the in-thing. So, I was thinking a sum of about 450,000 will take care of all this. This will go a long way to solve the issue and at least make you happy and smile. You’ll take your girlfriends out and have fun. How do you boys see it? For a moment, the silence was awkward, and he mistook our silence for surprise. Officer: Eh, I know the money is too much, but we’re willing to make it go away. Me: Excuse me, I’m sorry for the mistake. Officer: What mistake? Me: You see, my father is a district manager of one of the biggest banks in Nigeria. I have a trust fund that’s above your retirement savings. He relaxed into his chair. Me: Mustapha here has a father in charge of an entire division of the military unit of this country. So, we know money. What is 450k? Please, we will leave now and get a lawyer that will make this sound more serious. Officer: Okay, okay, I’m sorry. What’s the number? Ejiro: Didn’t you know you should’ve asked for that before assuming? Officer: Ahhh, this is really going to be tougher than I expected. Larry: You said his brother knows the IG, so tell him we’ll be here with a barrister. So that it’ll look more real. Officer: I’m sorry, young men. Please, pardon me. At least give me a number. Me: 15. Officer: 15? As in 15…? Me: Figure it out, officer. He knows the IG. Mustapha: Kai, officer kwo. Let me make it clearer. We are asking for 15 million. If they ask, you tell them 16 or any number above, the same way they tried to use you to make us collect peanuts. We are using you to make them pay coconuts, kwo. See, what we want is 15 million. If you tell them 20, five is for you, sekina. If they go lower than 15, you see that first amount you called—450k, kwo—that's what we will give you as a thank you. The officer was sweating, shocked by our intelligence and strategy. Me: You yourself know they won’t give you up to a million—that’s even if they gave you anything. Since you said it’s from the IG, it’ll only be a promise of promotion. The officer knew I’d hit the nail on the head, and it made him question himself on these negotiations. Officer: I really miscalculated. Get yourself a good lawyer when I ask you to, and I’ll be telling them you guys said 20 million, no more, no less. Me: Thanks for your understanding. Then we left the police station. Larry: Big bro, if this comes true, I promise to let you help me make decisions on that money. Me: Don’t worry, my dad is a great financial advisor. He’ll know how you can spend that sum and make it worthwhile. Larry: I have to go and see someone. All: Who? Larry: Relax, guys. This person is harmless. Me: Can we at least know where? Larry: Actually, it’s our hostel. Mustapha: Who do you want to see? Larry looked at me, and I knew it was Emma he wanted to meet. Me: Just go home and wait for us. Tunde: Are we going somewhere? Me: Yes, I want to introduce you to my parents. Mustapha and Ejiro laughed, but only Ejiro understood the joke. Tunde: Ahh, egbami! So you’ve proposed, and I didn’t know ni? Mustapha: His folks are nice. Wait, are we the ones to bring that big boy to school? Me: Seems so. Tunde: Finally! I have to meet the smaller versions of you and the older version of you. I smiled—he was referring to my brothers and dad. We went to my place. The officer called the chief, who was the older brother of Pastor Jeff. Chief: How did it go? Officer: Sir, these boys are way more intelligent than I thought. Chief: They refused 5 million naira?? Officer: Hmmm, not only did they refuse it, they made a demand of 20 million, threatening it will be more if it’s not done first. Chief: Hmmm, what sort of boys are these? What will they do with all that money? Okay, set up a meeting with them—not all of them, about three of them, including the main boy—so I can hear from them myself. I don’t want this to get messy. Officer: Okay, sir. Young boys nowadays—what will they do with money if not buy laptops, clothes, shoes, or cars? Chief: Just arrange the meeting. And I hope you actually gave them that offer of 5 million? He became sweaty and afraid. Officer: Eh, yes sir. We got home, and Mum was happy I brought friends. Ejiro and Mustapha she knew, but Tunde was new. So he got more attention since the others had lived in our house before. Dad was happy to see me. He gave me a tight hug, kissed my forehead, and left for work. Tunde got twice the meat we got at home, and coolers and warmers were loaded for us to take to school. She presumed we’d eat the food for at least two days. Dad asked me to drive back when the food was all consumed so I wouldn’t have to come and go multiple times. My mum loves Mustapha and Ejiro like her long-lost kids. When she comes out of the kitchen, she’ll feed Mustapha or Ejiro a piece of meat or fish from her hand to their mouths. We loaded the small Corolla, which was my dad’s first car before he got the others—of recent, though. I had learned how to drive when I stayed with Mustapha in the North. He taught me. I drove to school, and we all ate again while Tunde carefully kept all the soups in different takeaway containers to save up in the refrigerator for us while we devoured the rice. He also preserved the wrapped fufu and garri my mother made. I knocked at Martin’s door. When I entered, the room was swept clean and very neat—it even smelled nice. Me: Martin, this is Obi, my brother. Martin: Boss, how far? Welcome. Me: So he might come here sometimes until we get this room next door to you. Martin: Noo, we’re fine na. Why rent more rooms? Me: It’s fine. We need the space. Obi: I heard you’re in 100 level too. Me: Yes, you guys are in the same faculty but different departments, so you probably will do similar courses. Thank God Martin is a good boy—you’ll be brought up to speed. Obi: Okay, bro. I introduced everyone to him. They were just as stunned as he was—almost taller than me but lanky and slim like Martin. I guess it’s an age thing. When we left Martin’s room, I didn’t look at him or say anything to him. Later, the officer called the same day, but at night, asking when it would be convenient to have a meeting with the big guy himself. I said Saturday. Nat: Obi, where are you guys in your family running to with all these heights? Obi: 😂😂😂 I don’t know. I went out for a bit to relax on the balcony, then Tunde came up to me. Tunde: Omo, your mum was fun ooo! See how she took care of me. I need to come for holidays in your house so that she’ll give me meat and fish like Mustapha and Ejiro. Me: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Fi mi lee. (Leave me alone.) Tunde: See you, speaking Yoruba. Ngwanu. (Alright.) Me: Hahahaha 😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Who taught you that? Tunde: 😂😂😂 Oya na. As we spoke and laughed, Obi came out. Tunde: Our brother has come—no more balcony, because he will be looking for you now. Me: Oya, get out of here. Obi: Bro, your guys are cool. Me: They are more like family. Obi: Yeah, but Larry is a man that looks like a girl—he is fine. Me: Hahahaha 😂🤣🤣🤣 So you like him? Obi: Ahh, noooo! Not that, biko, before Father will send me to the North. Me: Hahahaha 😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Ahhh, I don suffer. Obi: Relax, joor. 😂😂😂 Me: Why did you come out here? Obi: I just wanted to be near you. I don't want them to keep asking me many things. I smiled. Me: The university is a wild and wide place. Don’t get lost. Be your own man, and don’t let anyone drag you to do what you don’t want to do—not even me. Obi: Ahh, you ke? You can’t do me bad. I missed you like mad. Me: You keep saying that. Tell me, what’s that about? No talk say you don dey fall in love with your bro. Obi: Omo, the gay jokes around here are too 😂😂😂 much. It’s not like that, sha. Me: So tell me, what’s it like? Obi: You know, while you were drawn to Brother Uzo that time to learn boys' stuff, we—I mean me and Eke—were drawn to you. Being a man, you learned from Papa and Uzo. We, me in particular, learned from you. So, when Papa took you away, you were not the only one that was hurt—even me too, even Eke. We missed having you around to teach us and talk to us. I found out that my leaving was not only painful to me but also affected everyone I was connected to. I grabbed Obi and hugged him on that balcony. He was warm and hugged me tight too. How did I not know that a boy missed his brother so much? By Whitman Micheal Join us on Facebook OURSTORY TB Morals: Whether you have brothers or not, as far as you are a guy, you are someone's role model. Someone is looking up to you. If you have brothers and you are a guy or a girl, and you have younger sisters or even brothers, they are looking up to you. They see you as the version of themselves they will eventually grow into. If you do the wrong things, they will see it as things they can do too. So be careful and cautious of the attitude you display around younger ones. They are learning from you, consciously and unconsciously. Sometimes, when someone has made up their mind on what they want, there is no going back. Don’t go for financial negotiations without people who are more knowledgeable than yourself, so you don’t get cheated and cry later. Some mothers can be beyond blood and love any child they see. So cherish such mothers and show them love. By Whitman Micheal Join us on Facebook OUR STORY TB Please like, share, and comment. 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