My Life as Queer

-03

I seem not to always watch this movie titled 'double kara' too the end, it's either the power goes out or the signal is poor, but this time it's the power while the signal strength is strong.

At the far corner of the parlour stood a small round purple coloured wall clock, it says 2:13 and that's a pm; I decided to take my bath and thereafter call Adams and Uthman to know if they'd be coming back today after all, right then my phone buzzed. It's a message from Uthman.

"Hey bitch, I am home already. Can u com over?"

I smiled and texted back.

"Hey hoe, glad you're back, missed ya. Called Boma yet?"

I dropped the phone on the couch and left for the bathroom. I turned on the shower, took off my towel and went under the shower. It was so cold and refreshing, I stood there savouring every moment then gradually that voice played back in my head.

What is wrong with me, it's been four days now and i still can't get that voice out of my head. I placed my both hands on the blue tiled wall, stood still under the shower wishing each drops would wash away that resounding voice in my head. I heard my phone buzz twice, that should be Uthman I thought to myself.

I got the soap and soaped my body, with each scent enveloping my nostrils. The thought of Charles came back to me again and I found my dick rising.

This little monster don't just know when to rise, you think dirty and they rise to action like springs regardless of your environment. Sometimes I envied the ladies, they don't go through this moment the way we do; even publicly you get a boner which can be embarrassing too.

I thought to just jerk off, perhaps should erase every thought of that sweet voice tormenting me. I took the soap rubbed it on my erected wood and started jerking, I closed my eyes, fantasizing on Charles's body against mine, his muscular frame hugging me tight and tenderly then my phone buzzed again distracting me this time.

I hissed, looked down at my soapy wood and laughed.

"You are a certified slut." I said to myself. I don't know what this Charles looks like and here I am daydreaming.
I showered, got out; dried myself and tied the towel round my waist. I went to get my phone and saw three messages. Two from Uthman and one unknown, I opened Uthman text that read.

"Yes I called him already nd he said he'd stop over."

I tapped the second text, it read.

"Abeg carry that PlayStation come o"

I smiled to myself.

Who can this be?

"9904" I muttered the last four digits of the contact like that should help, I tapped it.

Hey Darl it's Boma, I got a new line. Adams nd Uthman is bck, wud u b coming? Plus we all will b sleeping over at his plc.

I replied 'see y'all soon'.

🌈🌈🌈

"Conductor, I would be stopping at governors road." I alighted got my phone, texted my mum that I was out and won't be coming home tonight; scrolled down tapped on Uthman's contact and texted if he had food at home cause I was famished. I crossed over to the other side of the road and walked down.

Today I was wearing a vintage shirt, black pants and a gladiator sandals. The sun was up and shinning but wasn't so hot, I walked down the street then I noticed the guys there were staring. I get this attentions a lot so I didn't mind, instead I walked with my chins high to the skies, shoulders up and with each steps I calculated so as not to trip. If you see them looking, give them the show.

I hadn't gone far, a guy yelled "bobrisky follower" I ignored, smiled to my self and carried on. I got to Uthman's gate got my phone out of it pouch dialed his number, it rang few second; I paused to look back to see if they were still staring, I wasn't disappointed. I never was.

"Bitch you here?"

"Come take me before your dogs eat me please."

"Dogs? Which dog?"

I rolled my eyes and sighed "this street bitches. I am too dressed for their liking." I hanged up and texted Adams:

U shud get a coffin cus you're so dead today.

Shortly Uthman came holding the gate wide smiling as he threw himself at me, I hugged him back tapping his back and laughing.

"Ok that's enough, didn't i tell you I was too dressed?" We laughed and knucklehead. He excused himself so I could go in, I turned to see if they witnessed the moment but this time, I was disappointed.

Uthman is this fair skinny Delta guy in his mid-twenties, Muslim by birth and practicing Christian. We were friends before we met physically back on Facebook, fortunately we met in the university and now we are friends like siblings

We entered a portable parlour with complete couch set in it, a standing fan at the far left and a vase on the right. In front stood a mini flat screen TV resting on the wall painted brown.

"You brought the PlayStation?" He inquired

"You have food?"

He laughed left for the kitchen and brought back yam porridge and placed it on a stool next to me.

Then his phone rang

I helped myself with the porridge and started munching. He left me and I sat there watching fox and eating away, shortly Uthman came in with Adams and Boma. We screamed, hugged high five and low five.

"I bought drinks too." Adams declared, we yelled like children and played panda by desiign. Then I looked at Adams.

"I presume the coffin's outside" I said expressionless

"It was too expensive, I couldn't afford it." He said with a googly eyes.

"Why didn't you text or call to tell me you were back?" I said seriously.

"Will you now crucify him cause he wanted to surprise you?" Boma interrupted. "If not this big mouth who couldn't control his excitement" pointing at Uthman.

"I am guilty as charged." Uthman said hands on his chest.

We all shouted

"Court!!!"

A/N. Hi darling, I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter? If you got anything to say or corrections you can comment and if you liked it vote.

Plus I would be updating twice a week.
Thanks
xoxo. Dami

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Abeg (please).