STRAIGHT MEN DO UNTO US TOO

Straight men need to know that this kind of thing happens to gay men too.

Lectures ended by noon that day, which was a relief as the timetable for that semester had 4 pm as the official time for the end of daily lectures.

For second year students, it was a day to celebrate. We were all in different states of elation that the Civil Engineering lab attendant had gone for a burial, as we filed out of the classroom to our various after-lecture lives.

I had a very simple school map: lecture hall, girls’ hostel when the need calls for it, and then my hostel. It was some minutes past twelve and the girls’ hostels wouldn’t let any guy in, so I proceeded to my hostel.

I had not been expecting to see anyone as it was quite early in the day, but the door was ajar and there, sitting at the reading table was KCee. Bearded, funky, with an abundance of confidence, KCee was from Aba. Immediately I got into the room, he turned and greeted me in his usual friendly fashion and I replied good-naturedly as I pulled off my shoes.

“You’re looking, eh…should I say sexy today? Who did you go to seduce in your class?” He was smiling as he said this, so of course I thought he was joking.

Although, there’d always been some weird vibes from him (even my bestie had told me one evening that he caught KCee staring at my ass with some concentration after I got back from having my bath), but I didn’t pay much attention to his suggestive query.

He was smiling and writing into his notebook. It could have been an offhanded quip, for all I knew. I just laughed in response and playfully poked the back of his head before dropping down on one of the mattresses in the room.

He stopped writing, adjusted his chair so that it was facing me on the bed.

“What’s that?” I looked up from my phone after some seconds of awkward silence.

“Nothing. Just thinking,” he replied with a smirk.

“Thinking of gini?” I asked.

“I haven’t had sex in a while.”

A laugh burst its way out of me, and I laughed so hard until my eyes watered. It hadn’t been the reply I expected.

He didn’t do or say anything afterward. He just folded his arms, waiting patiently for me to be done with my mirth.

“Sorry…” I began as I sobered, now understanding that perhaps the situation might not be as funny as I’d thought. “You’re not the only one that hasn’t had sex na.”

He arched a brow. “And so? Am I everyone?”

Feeling a sudden spurt of irritation, I told him to go to a brothel and satisfy his craving. He responded that he had a girlfriend in Aba and he wouldn’t want to cheat on her. At that point, I had gone back to my phone, now losing interest in the conversation.

But KCee would not return to his notes. I could still feel his eyes on me.

I looked up again. “What na? Do I look like your girlfriend?”

And that was it.

“As a matter of fact, you do,” he said with another smirk. “You even talk softer than her. How can you be a guy and look so much like a girl?”

He would be the second roommate of mine to say something like this to me. The first was another guy who said if I were a girl, he would have married me.

You know what the weirdest part of all this is? I’d loved every word in his comments and even wished for a sex-change miracle to occur.

And that day, I was loving every word of what KCee just said.

“But I’m not her,” I said to him, feeling a tug of inexplicable frustration.

“Yes, you’re not. But I bet you can give head better than her.”

I didn’t know what “give head” meant. I knew about blowjobs but didn’t know that “giving head” was another name for it. However, I didn’t have to wonder what he meant, because just then, he reclined on his seat, spread his legs apart, and began moving his hands slowly over his belt. His smirk had grown into an inviting smile and his eyes were alight with mischief.

Even though I’d suddenly felt something flicker to life within me, I burst out laughing. Feeling naughty, I said, “Do you want me to make you forget all about Blessing?”

Blessing was his girlfriend.

It was his turn to laugh. He remained reclined, his hands still moving slowly and seductively over his crotch. And then he uttered in one breath, “Yes.”

I was tempted. God, how I wanted to prove something to him! I hadn’t had sex then nor had I engaged in any heavy petting with anyone. But I suddenly felt a strong urge to rip his belt free and swallow whole his penis.

But two things kept me back: my pride and the fear that he probably didn’t mean what he was saying and doing.

“Come and remove my belt na,” he urged. “I promise not to bite. See…” He raised both hands up and cocked his head coquettishly at me. “I am totally ready. Give it your best shot.”

Nothing made sense to me. But I remember crawling toward him. I remember placing my hands on his belt, my heart beating in rapid thuds beneath my chest cage, and then looking up at him with a smile of my own.

“You really want this?” I asked him, although the question was more for me than him.

He didn’t reply. He just kept smiling.

And that was when it hit me.

I quickly pulled back from him and went back to the mattress. Maybe if he had given an affirmative response, I would have gone further (a big maybe that is, because the possibility of someone coming back from lectures was still there). But he didn’t. He wanted me to make all the decisions. He would seduce me and leave me to make the decision of whether to let this temptation get the better of me.

And that was it for that afternoon.

Another day, when we were alone in the room (our roommates had gone out to watch a football match in the viewing room), he grabbed me by the waist, propped my left leg on his so that my back was arched and as a result my bum pushed out, and told me to give him my best moan-face.

Then he took a selfie of us both and we laughed the silliness off.

KCee would keep seducing me, touching me inappropriately and yet claim to be straight. He had a girlfriend he loved so much, he would always say to the hearing of those who cared to listen, while I’d be in a corner with my nose upturned with amazement and disgust.

How was he able to do this? I wondered.

Straight men need to know that this kind of thing happens to gay men too.

Straight men – or at least, those who are supposed to be straight – seduce us gay men! And we say nothing. We do not make an issue of it. But when we come on to them, they come to social media to rant and shame.

KCee would one day molest me as the other roommates slept at night, oblivious to the happenings in the room. The next day, I would confront him about it and his response would trigger the end. The end to all the nonsense going on. (This much I talked about in the story, THE STRAIGHT ROOMMATE)

It is men like KCee that are all over social media crying foul over gay men’s advances, and that is why they disgust me. Men like KCee should be ranted about and shamed on social media. But alas, the gay community is filled with men who are either too decent to be that vindictive or too conditioned by society to take the heat.

Written by Delle