It was difficult to describe what I was feeling as I
walked down the corridors of the school I constructed. There was the feeling of
gratitude, of being able to help people in need, of being proud for having
turned an investment into a fertile cash cow, but there was also something deep
in my mind that threatened to come out once again. It was a life experience
that I had fought hard to keep hidden from myself.
I had a childhood full of problems, and when I passed
by a classroom that looked too similar to one of mine in high school, I
immediately remembered some of my worst days back when I was no more than
sixteen years old.
At that age, I was about to become a man, and yet I
still felt as if I was a child. I was skinny, average height, had brown short
hair and freckles on my face.
As much as I tried, I could not bring myself to speak
like the man I was supposed to become. Every word that came out of my mouth
didn’t have the right weight.
Thus, other guys in school used to pick on me. Tyrese
was my worst bully during those days, and there was not one class that he
didn’t spend trying to make me mad.
“Hey fagboy, are you ready to finally suck my cock
now?” He would say while sitting on behind me in the classroom. The professors
would always pretend they weren’t hearing anything since the whole school
depended on his family’s money.
Meanwhile, I had to endure the worst days of my life
with that guy pestering me for hours on end. There was never I day where he
would simply get tired of being my tormentor.
Tyrese was a couple of years older than I was at the
time, and also already an adult. He was so bad at the courses that the
professors could do nothing to prevent him from staying in the school, even
though they always tried very hard to force his graduation. They would always
give extra assignments and tests in order to improve his grades, but he
constantly kept failing year after year.
There was one day involving Tyrese that I would always
remember. I was walking down the corridor late in the afternoon, and at that
time of the day, I was pretty much alone in the school, or so I thought.
As I was about to turn right in the corridor, I ended
up colliding with Tyrese. I had not seen him coming towards my direction since
I was looking down and had my earplugs in my ears playing some hard rock.
My tormentor’s eyes immediately flashed with
excitement as he noticed that it was me, the fagboy, who had collided with him.
I had never been alone with him before since I tried as hard as possible not to
allow that to happen.
I tried to walk quickly past him as I realized that being
alone and near him would not be pretty for me, but my evasion was immediately
impeded by his strong arm. He put his hand on my chest and pushed me toward the
wall behind me.
There was a distinct sound as my back forcedly
collided with the hard surface of the wall. Tyrese was a head taller than I was
and, for the first time ever, my head was only inches from his. I could finally
notice how scary his face was, since before then I have always avoided his gaze
as much as I could.
“Why is fagboy trying to run away from me? Didn’t I
tell you my cock wants to meet your mouth? Ever since I landed my eyes on you,
my dick has itched to get to know you properly.”
“Get off me, Tyrese!” I protested as I weakly tried to
free myself from his arm that pinned me against the wall, “I’m not gay, I have
already told you so!”
“You might not be gay now, but you will soon be. You
will learn from your father, I’m sure of it”, he said before withdrawing his
arm from my chest and walking off while laughing out loud.
I had no idea what he meant by “learning from my
father”, and yet his words still deeply troubled me. What did he know about my
father that I did not? What was going on with him?
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