Memo Of A Male Sex Addict Episode 8
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“Who owns this result”? He asked fuming
“What happened to it”? I asked quietly
“So you mean to tell me that this is the
result of the
school fees I have been paying for you”? My father
asked in anger
“But I passed na” I replied confused
“Let your mum come back and see how “well” you did
in your W.aec exam” He shouted while moving out.
Well, it wasn’t my fault, I saw a parallel “P” and I felt
it was a pass. Daddy didn’t take it lightly with me,
whenever he bought something; I was always excluded
while others enjoyed their own food. So we waited for
the admission result to come out from the military
school exam I wrote. Actually, that was steph’s school
because she already gained admission there, so I am
anticipating resuming with Steph in the same school.
Back to my neighborhood, Chika became a close
friend. I practically stayed outside our house at night,
just to be and talk with her. Along the line, we became
“Do you have a girlfriend” She asked me
“Yes” I replied “But she is not here again, but I always
think of her” I said
“What about you, do you have a Boyfriend”? I asked
“No, I don’t like boyfriends” She said
“That’s good” I replied
“But we can still be friends ooo” She said
“Yes, sure” I said
“Do you like me”? She asked smiling
“Let me show you whether I like you” I said while
drawing her face closer.
I landed a kiss to her cheek; seeing she got excited I
decided to ask her for permission to land a direct kiss
to the lips. She accepted and I went for it, but I
noticed she held my face to her mouth and was never
letting go so I enjoyed the fun while it lasted. Our
kissing became an everyday affair. At every little
opportunity we had, we kissed.
I started thinking of a way to transform our kiss to
something more intimate. One morning while daddy
had gone to work, I quickly moved outside the
compound and went to chika’s house to call her. She
responded by coming to our house; there was this
Intimate magazine I always hide under my bed to keep
myself always happy. When she came into the house, I
brought her ice cream from the fridge and gave to her
while she picked up my magazine to see what was
I left the scene on purpose to give her a little space
with the magazine, then I came back and saw her
quite uncomfortable. I already knew the reactions so I
didn’t hesitate to dive into the water.
I quickly touched her laps and felt her reaction before
crossing my hand over her neck to kiss her. During the
kissing, she quickly reached for my pennis and was
drawing it out with full force.
I followed behind in full momentum undressing her in
few seconds like Bro Iyke taught me.
When I finally
entered, I realized that there was blockage whatever
around her virgina region. It was free to air. I quickly
did what I was supposed to do and it was fun.
Sex with Chika became constant: Whenever we had
the opportunity to see and it is quite dark or lonely,
she always offered it to me like a sacrifice. At some
point, she offered to call her best friend to participate
in our sex competition, I rejected at a point but after
putting myself in Bro Iyke’s shoe, I asked her to bring
She was another small but older looking fair girl, who
couldn’t communicate properly in English but knew
how to obey simple instruction. The both of them
came to the house as planned, after watching a movie
we then proceeded to my room. At first I was scared
but I always wanted to make proud.
It was a moment of romance; no idea could be more
than having two Unclad girls on your bed, swarming
all over you. I have seen it in American movies; right
now I am having a feel of it. I touched wherever I felt
like touching, sucked whatever stared at my face,
entered wherever I felt had a space for me to enter.
The feeling, joy and memories are things I always
Schools have started and I am in Sss1 now, Steph is
Jss1 and mary in Sss2. Daddy took me to school
alongside Steph. I was handed over to a soldier man
as a personal guardian while Steph went to her class.
Mr Eke the soldier man is a private soldier, tall and
muscular in nature. We welcomed me with a smile, but
deep down I knew that the smile wasn’t real. That
was actually the beginning of the end for me.
I entered my class Ss1B and it was filled with strange
faces till I saw someone mention my name. I turned
back and saw my Old friend at my former school here
in this present one. We didn’t talk much at my former
school, but I know that in this unknown land, he will
be my best pal.
I begged his seat mate to borrow a space beside him,
and the boy willing agreed. That was how I met
Kenneth. Ugly, tall, troublesome are the best words to
describe him, but you must love him.
I resumed school the next day a little bit late, despite
waking up very early. I was told to kneel down and
use my knee to walk till I reached my class which was
very far from the gate. I tried doing it, but I noticed
that along the way, some other guys were escaping
and running very fast, without getting caught. I looked
around and tried running. I wasn’t even half way my
class, before I was caught and sent back to the gate
again to start afresh.
These are some of the challenges I suffer in this
school. Most times I come back home looking like a
rejected prisoner. No matter how cool and good you
are in class, you must get flogged.
I remember saying I won’t get flogged again in the
school. Just a military man entered the class and
someone gave out fart. The class smelled, and the
officer considered it insult. We were all ordered outside
without sandals to lie on the floor. He came back with
some bulala (Military name for Koboko) and gave us
10 strokes each. Even the old girls didn’t cry, so I held
my tears till I reached my desk.
The school is fun, but it comes with a price. If you
greet wrongly you get flogged; if you greet nicely you
get flogged; if you run when you are supposed to walk
and you are caught, you get flogged. So I have learnt
how to wear triple shorts and shirts while coming to
“Wait for me after school, I have something to tell you”
she said to me
“Any problem” I asked surprised
“After school, I will tell you” She said
I was in class but couldn’t concentrate on what the
geography old woman was saying. She knew I hated
her subject, and she hated me too. Most times, I
spend most of my time in her class, facing punishment
and today was no exception. But I was waiting
patiently for what funmi wanted to tell me after
After school closed, I waited for funmi to come around
while I stayed behind in class. Kenneth was hanging
around in case any situation came up. Fumi with her
friends came around and we exchanged pleasantries.
“You said I should wait behind” I asked
“Yes, because there was something important I needed
to tell you” She said
“Okay, say it let me hear” I replied smiling
“My friend says she likes you and would want both of
you to be friends” She said
“Which of them”? I asked feeling like a boss.
“This one” she pointed to a shy looking beautiful girl I
always exchanged eye contacts with during classes
“But I don’t know her name” I said looking confident
“Her name is Comfort” Fumi said
“I like her too” I said smiling
“If you are coming to school tomorrow, write her a
letter” Fumi said
“Alright, no problems” I said smiling
I went home and bought a book that contained love
texts and letters; I used it to compose some
heartwarming stories of love. I combined it together,
while stealing my father’s perfume to spray round it.
When I reached school, I gave it to comfort and told
her that I wanted my reply also in a letter form.
That term, I spent more time committing various
offences, serving punishments and composing letters
for comfort. During break period, we would be in
secluded places with Kenneth and the girls and be
having fun in school. Comfort copies my note for me,
so I spend more time gambling in class and making
noise. Infact, this school is making me live my
Towards exam periods during the submission of notes,
I tore out any page that had blank spaces. I ended up
submitting a long note with just 20 pages, while my
mates where even attaching more notes to their
existing ones to make it contain all the topics.
While revision was going on, I was clearing grasses
alongside Kenneth and other guys in the officers’
quarters. Our crime being that I wrote the names of
the quietest people in class as noise makers. When
the real names were called from a silent observer’s
list, behold the writer of noise maker’s names was
even on the list.
Exam time has reached, and I informed the guys about
my special talent when it comes to exam writing. They
all stayed behind me, and we were all ushered to our
various desks. The exams lasted almost a week and
some days, and I did what I know how to do best.
“Stand up” The invigilator shouted
I knew it was all over and no chance to pull any stunt.
As she approached towards me,
“Jesus Christ” A guy shouted so loud
Everybody turned towards his direction, even I and the
“What’s that”? The teacher asked
“I just realized that all I have been writing is wrong”
The boy said very sober
“Was that why you shouted” The teacher asked
“I won’t shout again Ma” he pleaded.
“Now you stand up” She said to me
I stood up as directed and she looked around…
“Where is the book I saw you with”? She asked
“See it here” I said giving her a book
“What’s inside” She asked me
“Ma you can check it” I said to her politely
After checking it, she looked at me and nodded her
heads, as a way of saying I will catch you again. But
it was too late.
Don’t ask me the real reason why the boy shouted
Jesus. The boy’s name is Kenneth, and he only saved
his fellow friend. That’s how we do our thing.
Results of the exam came out, and guess what??
To Be Continued
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