Behind Closed Doors

Chapter Nine

Henry Johnson had to continue with his schooling though he knew that he was no long the carefree guy he used to be; he now had a lot of responsibilities resting on his shoulders. He had tried to beg off, but Rosalie reminded him that all his life he’d had everything easy, that now was the time for him to make his bones in the family; he had to show that he was strong enough and ruthless enough to take over the family business when the time came for him to handle it. And so, every Friday afternoon, after his lectures, he’d drive down to the family house in VI from his rented two-bedroom flat off the main campus gates in Akoka Yaba, in the Lagos Mainland, and then get himself immersed in the business, attending meetings and signing documents and brainstorming with the marketing team.

He knew that his mother had her list of the potential candidates of his would-be wife ready with her. He was very close to her, but he could not possibly divulge to her that he was gay－ the ravishing ex-beauty queen would definitely freak out, and so he had to live this secret burden. There were cute athletic men everywhere on campus, guys with very hard bodies and beautiful packages under their shorts which he often glimpsed. He was a very athletic guy and so was well known for his prowess in the sporting arena, so he moved with the ‘boys’ and was thus subjected to the humiliation of looking at their bodies without touching them, and even touching them without daring to fondle them in the way he’d have wanted to.

He wanted nothing more than to have one of them as a permanent fixture in his sex life, but he dared not reach out to any of them for the fear of rejection. It was true that they all played together, drank together, even showered together after their sporting activities, but they were all beyond reach; so close, yet, so far away. And he kept on wondering about what it would be like for him to take one penis and put it into his mouth－ what would it taste like? How would the other guy feel?

What made matters worse was the fact that he was from a rich family, and that he was the only son of the well-known Rosalie, and he’d inherited her stunning physical looks, so the girls flocked to him in droves. He tolerated them with an amused indulgence and carefully veiled contempt. Sexually, he wanted to have absolutely nothing to do with any of them at all. Their sexy bodies, low cut bodices, perfectly rounded butts, alongside their feminine allure, did not turn him on in the least. If anything, he felt disgusted at the thought of having even anything slightly sexual to do with any of them.

One day, tired after the grueling but very necessary hectic schedule Rosalie subjected him to whenever he came home during the weekends, he went to visit his closest friend Richard. The guy was always dressed in very skimpy nothing briefs that hugged his manhood tightly whenever he was at home, and so Henry had his view of what the guy had to offer, making him to crave the beautiful dancer he’d met at the Drummer Club passionately once again.

‘Let’s go clubbing tonight,’ he told Richard on a sudden impulse.

Richard laughed. ‘Is it to the Drummer Club? But it’s far from here, and I think it must be because of that dancer with those snakes of his that you seem anxious to go back and see him. I keep on thinking to myself that one day those snakes are going to bite him or squeeze his body to death.’

‘We’re going there tonight,’ was all Henry deemed necessary to say, for he knew that his friend needed very little or no conviction to get him to do what Henry wanted. Besides that, they had just finished their semester exams that afternoon and everybody needed the time to unwind and relax after the all-nighters and cramming.

Later that night, they drove out to Victoria Island, to the club.

It was a Friday night, and the strippers, the whores, and those seeking fun were out in full force. The white wine, the beer, the hard liquor, and even the sex at the club came at a ridiculously expensive price; that was to be expected as the main aim of the club was to keep low-lifers out of its plush interior. There was no definite report on the amount of sexual coupling, but the smell of hard sex and semen seemed to drip into the hallways, along with the smell of expensive perfumes.