All Chapters of PESANTREN GAY STORIES: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I'm Nasrul. Yes, my name is this short. I originally attended SMK (Vocational High School). I don't like school there. The kids are all scoundrels. I can't study well. Entered at 7 am, it was too late, but I returned home at 8 or 9 am, even though the new class was disbanded at the earliest after midday. The teachers teach tough material, in the sense of being out of the date. It's not that I am arrogant, but when I asked the teacher why he was still teaching material such as material for junior high school students, he said casually: your friends don't understand this material. So it is difficult to give higher material. What the hell. If that's the story, why should I be diligent in going to school if the material is still the same? I became kzl and zbl alone. Literally!Besides that, when I joined the organization, yeah ... it's a kind of student council, I actually found itbad incident. Please, the people are really serious! And the thing I don't like the most is

I was shocked. I really want to be angry but what about it, my leg still hurts. But I can't stop thinking, my crying stopped immediately after he kissed me. Why can you try that?Actually, it was the second kiss on my cheek from a guy. Previously, I was kissed when I was in elementary school by the student leader who cared for me. At that time, he was the idol of the girls in my class. Yes, because his son is smart, friendly and mm .. handsome. Literally! Well, argh ... skip this! Even though it's a fun story, actually. Lol. But, it's all not my concern to write in this story. So ... just write a short story later? Hoo, I don't promise but.Back to the story, so ... I'm excited. I haven't gotten it for a long time any kiss from a boy during the lifespan of that elementary school age.While walking in pain and thinking about many things, especially related to Arif's actions, I just continued my steps towards Hammaam. I suddenly thought and wondered, why did he ki

Okay, I finally managed to take a shower after waiting in line for more than fifteen minutes. The queues are also unique here, because it's not the people who are queuing, but instead the scoops belong to each of them. If the dipper is already there, even though the person isn't there, whether you want it or not, accept it or not, the person with the dipper at the front will take precedence. I don't know who started this ritual. And so in the future I like to act cunning too. At dawn, when I wanted to go wrong at dawn to the mosque, I must have brought a scoop and already queued my dipper there.Oh yeah, I also want to tell you first which bathroom is like. The bathroom I mean here, is a bathroom that looks like an internet cafe. Yep, it's a kind of cubicle for office people. Seriously?I also chose not to shower at first, instead of getting peeked at my genitals, right? But really, I don't keep showering?This bathroom has a height of about 170 cm, which is mad

The break rang. Fyuh ... finally, I can calm down for a moment. The previous math lesson made me think hard. Not bad, I can sharpen my brain to think. I also like the count from the first. So, even math doesn't matter.I immediately cleaned up all the stationery. I'll put it under the table first. Don't put it in your bag. After all, after taking a break, I'll definitely go back to class.I checked the money in my front pocket. There is a waddle. Mayan, I thought. Can make snacks to the canteen. Now I really want to buy spicy ones, what do you think? Hmm .. I thought while walking. My feet are now climbing the stairs one by one to get down because my class is on the second floor.I turned right, then I turned left, going through a small 'tunnel'. Tunnel? Yes,it's a tunnel literally. This tunnel was formed due to the construction of the building which provided a gap so that we could enter through there, so it looked like it was forming a small tunnel. In

I opened my orange notebook slowly. This time I continued with the next lesson, a lesson that for me personally is quite fun to write about.Ustazah was already sitting in his chair calmly and the children seemed some were still busy with the conversations they brought from class previous. But fortunately, when the ustazah started greeting, the children immediately returned to order.Everyone seems to pay attention to the Quran Tafsir lesson well. This lesson became one of the most liked by children, because each ustazah explained, he always complete it with stories. Who doesn't love stories? Since childhood we may often hear stories. Even our father or mother told them before bed.I also listened carefully to what was said. Almost everything the ustazah said, I tried to write it down in an orange and navy blue book with a picture of a guitar. I like notebooks with nice pictures.Every child has the opportunity to ask questions. And my habit is, if other