Are you ready to know what happened with that Muslim guy and his teacher? If you remember first part of the real story I fell in love with my Muslim gay teacher, then you will be eager to know its continuation!
The next day I was in for a surprise, because if I was waiting for a reaction from my teacher, I was disappointed. The class went as usual, he didn’t mention the letter or anything like that and I was positive that he has noticed it. However, there was a small change in his attitude, as he seemed to inspect us with more attention than usual, but this was the only thing noticeable. Despite all the signs were there, I lacked the courage to step up and get in control of my life. I chickened out I let it all fade away.
I am now 24 years old and all that seems so far away now. But this is not the end of the story, but merely the beginning. I am here to tell you how faith turned its head towards me and how I managed to finally find the happiness that I desperately sought after my entire life. One month ago a friend of mine asked if I wanted to come for a tea at his house. There were going to be few guys gathered there for a small chat and a general good time, and I thought to myself “Why not?” It was a good opportunity to meet new people and just enjoy myself in a nice company.
The night came and we all gathered at his house, about 12 guys, and we talked about politics, religion, science and love and generally had a nice time together. But then I started noticing something peculiar about one of the guests. He seemed familiar to me, but I didn’t know in what way and I kept struggling to remember where I have met those blue eyes before. It suddenly struck me out of the blue and it was such a shock that I couldn’t believe it was real. That guy was my previous teacher that I have had falling in love with. The only difference what that we didn’t carry a beard now. He was completely shaved, twice as sexy and appealing than before. Feelings that I thought were gone started to rush my blood through my veins and I felt like I was going to faint. But I knew I had to contain myself. I had to, or I would have risked my life. The night ended and we all made preparations to leave, but, once in the street, I felt a firm grip on my hand. I turned around and I saw the professor winking at me and pointing his head into one direction that he wanted me to follow. Then he let go of my hand pretty fast, like he was afraid someone may have noticed us. His attitude seemed intriguing to me and I acted like I didn’t know what was happening. I followed him on the alley and, once we were out of everybody’s sight, he just turned and kissed me on the lips. My first reaction was to back off, but I could feel his passion and commitment and I just surrendered to his will, as he was holding me close to his chest. His heart was beating next to mine and that must have been the most romantic moment in my life.
He whispered in my ears that he knew I was the one that wrote him that letter, several years ago, but he couldn’t tell me that, fearing the consequences. The joy that filled my heart was almost unbearable. I have had finally found true love and he was right there, next to me, sharing my feelings. I could not care less about what world thinks about me or others like me. I know what makes me happy and I am the only one who should make decisions regarding my own life.
My former professor and I still meet, far from the world’s eyes, because the consequences for our lifestyle are as real as it can get. Our future is still uncertain, but we love each other and, for now, we live our lives the way we want.