A BOY'S ODEALS l; Swarthy Bright

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Standing there with the dull visibility the high-energy visible (HEV) Fluorescent and LED Blue Light could emit, I walked straight to the restroom with a mixed feeling of shame and guilt "ahhhh!!! Ayo, what have you done?" I asked myself dejected, I felt the whole community might get wind of this drama, and this scared me. I wasn't scared expressing my feeling in romance and sex, nor will the guilt of consented sex with an adult break me this way, but I was scared doing anything with an underage, it's not even proper morally and in the eyes of the law. Even if it was the intention of the underaged guy or he  consented to it or he made the first move. The fact that he is below 18yrs makes him not fit.

Sometimes, most of these underaged teenagers even do make  the first move, consenting to sex just because they wanna experience sex explore sex, their sexuality and have fun and sadly most older guys don't just fall for this, they anticipate for it. In some cases, the older guys deceive and lure some of these underaged with lies and gifts too, and now I'm beginning to feel like a shameless adult playing into the prank of a 17yrs old.🤦‍♂️ "Who should I blame?" I asked myself, "I shouldn't have allowed him come so close to me"😣 now what will he think of me?" He has clearly discovered I'm queer" I said to myself panicking. I comported myself and came back to the bed, he laid on his side facing the wall coiling himself in a fetal sleeping position. I knew he wasn't asleep. I didn't know if we should have a conversation or not, I mean, to talk about what just happened. Not wanting to disturb him or perhaps not having the balls to talk about anything relating to what just happened, I laid down and slept off.

It was Sunday morning the next day, I woke up early to get ready for Church, Bright was still in the same position last night. "Bright, get up it's morning" I called.

 "Bright, get up it's morning" I called

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or......Just get up" I said. "Good morning Uncle" he greeted avoiding eye contact. He was just acting wired and then smiling at intervals. It got me pissed and uncomfortable. "And why the smiles here and there?' I asked. He didn't reply..I wasn't expecting him to reply anyway😏

I got busy getting ready and putting things in place and by the time I was done he was nowhere to be found! "Bright! Bright!! Bright!!! I called and kept calling, he was gone!. I didn't Know what to make of it, I was disturbed, a lot was just going on in my head "I just hope he doesn't say a word about last to anyone" I prayed silently. Even though I managed to arrest the drama of last night, I still wasn't satisfied, I was still really perturbed and scared.

Throughout the Sunday I wasn't really myself, the event of the previous night kept replaying in my head and to worsen it, Bright disappeared with no trace. I kept hope alive expecting to see him in school on Monday.

Monday came and I was in school, but Bright wasn't in school, I kept it normal throughout the class periods until school dismissed for the day. The next day being Tuesday Bright wasn't in school, I kept hoping he will show up before the week runs out. Wednesday came, same story, Thursday and even Friday no trace of Bright I became really worried, more worried than the last time he was absent from School. Mark didn't even give me favorable answers the many times I asked him about Bright that I began to really wonder if he was really a good friend. I already asked the whole class about him on Friday and no one seems to know for sure and so I made up my mind to visit his house and find out things for myself.

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