I was only 11 years old and I loved so much, I went to every maths lesson, I passed every sinlge test. I'd pray to him, I would say "thank you sir" every time I passed him in the corridor. Ted hears me and calls me a faggot, he is obviously jelous of my loyalty to Boateng. I call Laylan a whore and he punches me and gives me a nose bleed. I am crying now because my nose is broken and I go to class. No one turned off the massive fuck off ac unit so it is very cold. I feel a dark warmth moving towards me, I feel something touch me on the leg, It's Boateng. I am so happy, he whispers in my ear "Are you ready for your factors?" in his masculine afircan voice and grabs me with his powerful black hands, he puts me on my hands and knees and I'm ready. I spread my rectum wide for Mr. William Boateng and he pumps my prostate, it hurts so much, but I do it for him. I can feel my prostate tearing as I start to tear up. I push against his massive two foot african penis. I want to get an A in my test, he lets out some combination between a moan and a deep manly chuckle as he fills my anus with his african milk. Ted walks in, Boateng looks him deep in his gay eyes and says: "Very good maths" and jumps out through the connecting window into the corridor. Boateng is love, Boateng is life.