EXCERPT: From the Work in Progress "FLIRTS IN THE CITY" by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

 

Cry like a Gay by
Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

Frank glanced about as if something was odd. Jim was not in a hurry to zip up his trousers. Frank sauntered slowly to Jim. He placed the luggage on the chair, crossed his hands over his body and faced him. Jim leaned on the table, smiling.

Frank wore a frown because he wasn’t impressed with his partner. “What is wrong with you? Are you out of your mind?” he asked Jim, angrily.

“No,” Jim answered, simpering. He threw his hands open. “As you can see, I’m good.”

Frank was not satisfied with the response. His eyes scanned the office for one last time. Then he turned to Jim as if he had bite off more than he could chew. “What is going on here?” he asked Jim. His eyes fixed on the trousers that hung loosely to Jim’s waist.

Jim flashed an exaggerated smile at him, he said, “I was horny. Your phone was switched off. I thought you were not going to come, so I decided to masturbate and get the pressure off my shoulder. Is that a bad idea?” Jim slipped his right hand in his pants and softly squeezed his dick.

Frank felt a little embarrassed. He stared at the slight bulge that he thought was going to come out of the bag and swallowed hard. This was strange, he had never seen his lover act this way. He managed to keep his sanity and said, “Since you did not see me, you thought it was wise to unzip your trousers and masturbate in the open. Why do you have the rest room?”

“I had no choice. I was burning and could not help it.”

“You forgot this is your office,” Frank interjected. “Anyone could walk in. How will explain this to them?”

“I am not expecting any customer.” He took out his hand from the trousers. His dick was left to cool off in the bag because the service of the poor soul was not needed for now.

“That is not an excuse. What do you think will happen if someone sees you like this?”

Jim glanced at his wristwatch and shook his head. “Stop feeling insecure. Nothing will happen, Frank. It is 6 pm and I am closed for the day. I wasn’t expecting anyone except you.” He smiled at him. “Common, stop whining and give me a hug!”

“Sometimes, you do things that send the wrong signal.”

“I know. I am a human being. Sometimes I can be erratic. Isn’t that why you love me? I’ve heard you say that I am different and that is why you always want to be with me.”

Frank only hesitated a second before crawling onto Jim’s arm. He leaned forward and kissed Frank and he kissed him back. They stood there kissing and kissing with Jim’s hands running slowly up into his hair and down over his thick shoulders and along his strong arms. Jim pulled his shirt and exposed a hard nipple. When Frank pressed his lips to the hard nub, Jim shuddered in ecstasy, arching for more stimulation.

Frank pulled away, “You know I’m traveling tonight. I cannot afford to spend much time with you. I am already missing you, though.”

“It’s alright. I understand.”

“Please, forgive me. I guess I was a bit harsh,” Frank touched his face and rubbed his chin slightly. “May be I was jealous or something...”

“I forgive you, Frank.”

“Thank you,” he stroked Jim gently on the head. “You said you were horny.”

“Eh hen,” Jim answered, cocking his head slowly.

Frank inhaled sharply. “Whatever you want to do, please be quick. I don’t want to miss the bus again tonight.”

“Okay. I will try.”

“May be I should work on you first. I need you to enjoy every bit of me before I leave.” Slowly, standing at the foot of the table, Frank began unzipping his trousers. He pulled down the boxer and took out Jim’s cock. He squeezed it softly. Gradually he went down and took it in his mouth. Jim tried to move but it felt as if his body were tied down by invisible threads.  He felt himself growing bigger and harder inside his mouth. His tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around him. Just as Jim was about to come, Frank suddenly moved away. He rose to his feet and began to slowly undress Jim. Frank took off Jim’s jacket, his tie, his pants, his shirt and underwear.

Jim helped Frank to undo his shirt, button by button, taking his time. He pulled Frank’s trousers down before tipping him onto the table. He took the cream on the table. He applied it on his dick, in Frank’s hole and slipped his finger in. His fingers were all but in. As he held his butt and pulled in and out tenderly, Frank loved the sweet sensation. He glanced over his shoulders, panting and waiting for Jim to get the show on the road.

Jim took his own cock clumsily in his hand, Frank slightly opened his legs and he gently glided it into his hole. Frank’s skin was extra sensitive everywhere, he felt everything. 

Jim grinned devilishly as he pulled back and forth. As he pressed his thigh, Frank shuddered in ecstasy.

Jim’s erection grew larger and harder. He felt he was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. It felt as if something inside of him, something special inside him, were slowly working its way through his organs into his. 

“Oh, baby!” Frank panted and moaned aloud as he faced the wall. “You are sweet! I will miss this!”

“I love you. I will miss you too!”  Jim cried.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth had washed herself clean, quietly she dressed up and was ready to damn the consequence. She decided it was time to go home irrespective of the fact that Frank was actually not her uncle but her boyfriend and he lives under her roof. Her decision to show up could cause misunderstanding between them but she doesn’t care.

She slightly opened the door and tossed out her head. She looked here and there and did not see anyone. The men were at the other side of the office. She could hear music play and someone moaning in the background. She moved to the corner to catch a glimpse of what was going on down there. She need to make sure the coast was clear before heading out of the office. It was safer to leave the office without Frank seeing her. It would save her the stress of explaining herself to him. She had already lied to Jim that Frank was her uncle. Jim would have to live with it. For peace to reign, things had got to stay that way. Any wrong move would cause problems and could leave her relationship with both men in jeopardy.

She moved on silent feet to the wall and glanced at the direction that the commotion had come. She saw Jim and Frank having sex. Jim was completely naked and Frank was at the receiving end of his massive dick. The same penis that she gave blowjob. Frank leaned with his belly on the table and faced the wall as Jim rammed him repeatedly from behind.

Jim gazed in her direction as if he expected her to have left the showers long before now. She could see the writing on the wall that she had over stayed her welcome. Her eyes and mouth were widened in surprise as she covered her mouth with her hand. It was the last thing she had expected to see. Her thought was not relevant now. She cannot really do much because she wasn’t innocent too.

Jim knew there could be fatalities if Frank got wind of this. So he signaled her to leave at once as he drilled his partner on the table. Elizabeth was too disappointed as she just stood there, watching the men having sex. Jim signaled her again to move away quickly.

Elizabeth hesitated a second. She swallowed hard and then slowly moved away. She reached for the door, quietly threw it open. She glanced at them for one last time and her eyes and those of Jim met. She went out of the office and slowly slammed the door behind her. She stood outside of the office and leaned on the wall. She could hear Frank moaning and groaning under the weight of his lover. It was a lost battle. She shook her head and walked away.

As Elizabeth walked home, at intervals she glanced at the office. The boyfriend, Frank, that she thought was innocent was also cheating on her. She could not believe it but there was nothing she could do. She had been entangled. 

Frank was oblivious of the fact that his girlfriend had seen him having sex with another partner. If she had raised her voice, the situation would have likely spiraled out of control. They are birds of a feather. 

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EXCERPT: Saving Madam Lucy by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren

It was pitch darkness and movement on the street had completely died down. So rodents were having a field day on the outside world. Lurking in the dark were hungry top hunters of the feline population, Blaize, Dag and Fred. The cats were quietly plotting how the poor rodents would become their meals for the night. Opportunities like this don’t come too often. So Blaize and his friends were not ready to allow it slip.

Out of the belly of the quiet night, emerged a van. Possibly, a fourteen seated passenger bus, which rolled slowly into the street and pulled up in the front of the building where the cats were having a meeting. Before they could snatch a breath from the wings of the night, the doors of the van were thrown open and hefty figures with a woman alighted from the van.

In the last few hours, they have been moving the woman from one location to another to frustrate any attempt by the police or security agents to track them.

Her hands were bound to the back. She tried to shove virtually every hand that was laid on her off as the men dragged her to the building. The sound of the vehicle had scared the rats and rodents back into their holes, leaving only Blaize and his friends to witness the terror under the watchful eyes of the quiet night. This wasn’t a welcome development for the poor cats because their potential source of dinner had just evaporated into the thin air. They will need to strategize again and come up with something substantial if they are to feed tonight. With the rats and rodents out of the menu for the time being, there are hardly any assurances of a decent meal anywhere in the neighborhood. A long night is on the horizon. Tough times don’t last. Tough cats do!

However, Blaize recognized the woman. She was Mrs. Lucy, priest Valdin’s wife. “I know that woman!” he told his friends.

           “Are you sure?” Dag probed nonchalantly, gazing at the men.

          “Yes,” replied Blaize. He nodded his head almost a million times.

          “Sometimes, hunger could make people say something silly,” Dag said.

          Blaize laughed. “I know that I am hungry but I am not joking. I know her. She is my former master’s wife!” Blaize said. “I can bet my life on it that she is Madam Lucy!”

          “Madam Lucy? She should be in her husband’s house by now,” Dag frowned. “What is she doing with those guys in such an unholy hour?”

          “Can’t you see that her hands were tied? Something is not right here,” Blaize stated.

Fred moved nearer to his friends. Thrusting his face forward, he said, “Blaize, don’t be too emotional. Some humans are terrible.”

“I know,” muttered Blaize. “But something is wrong here.”

“I am happy you know,” said Fred. “The woman looks like someone that was kidnapped because she is not a familiar visitor to that house. She doesn’t live there. I am a frequent visitor to that house. So I know virtually everyone around there. That was why I said some humans are terrible. Look at the way they are dragging the poor woman. It doesn’t look good. What offence would a woman commit that is so grievous that the law cannot handle or that will prompt these men to drag her about? If she is a criminal, she shouldn’t be here. She should be in a prison. For crying out loud, that house is not a police station and these men don’t look like police officers. I have always suspected the compound. So frustrating to go hunting there. Always deserted and I hardly find any decent meal there each time I scale the fence to find food. These things are not coincidence. I might be wrong but it looks like a red flag.”

Blaize and Dag exchanged glances. Then Blaize scratched his hindquarter slowly. “Fred could be right. We must find out if she was kidnapped or not before we decide what to do,” Blaize suggested. “I cannot assume that they kidnapped her yet because of my past experience. I have seen many things in this life. Some are too bad that I can’t even talk about them. For instance, Dr Pepper’s wife used to come home with her boyfriend each time her husband traveled. You need to hear the kind of things she say to her boyfriend about the husband. Terrible words from a house wife. These things have made me have broader view about life. People can be funny. We need to properly investigate this matter before we can conclude that she was kidnapped.”

“I don’t understand you, Blaize. From the little that I know of your former master, he was a priest. Are you saying Valdin’s wife is flirting around?” Fred inquired. “I beg to disagree. The scene that just played out before us is not of a woman in a romantic relationship with the men. The woman looks troubled. She is in bondage and needs help. You don’t need a prophet to tell you that!”

“Don’t get me wrong, Fred. I am only trying to approach the matter with an open mind and caution. The world is a small place. Anybody can change,” Blaize explained.

“That is true,” Dag said and swallowed hard. “Only change is constant. However, just as Baize had suggested, we must get to the root of this before we jump into conclusion that she was kidnapped,” Dag commented. “So what do we do?” He turned to his friends.

          “We are not going to do anything about it. It is not our fight.” Fred yawned. “I am hungry. I came here to hunt for food. When have we become the police?” Fred asked his friends. “I will suggest we mind our business. Pretend as if we never saw this incident. Kidnappers are deadly. To make the matter worse, we are mere cats. Engaging them is like walking on the highway to hell.”

          “No doubt, Fred,” stated Blaize. “But we can still find out if she was truly kidnapped or not without getting into harm’s way.”

          “How?” Dag asked. He fixed a glance on the men as they dragged the agonized woman into the house and slammed the door behind them.

Blaize turned to Dag. “That woman and my master’s wife have a striking resemblance. To clear my doubt, we need to visit Priest Valdin’s house now.”

           “Going there is not the problem. How do we get into Valdin’s house?” Dag asked.

          “That’s not a problem either. We were two cats in that house before I was given to Dr Pepper,” Blaize disclosed.

          “Yes!” Dag interjected. “I remember you told me that it was his wife that told Priest Valdin to give you out to that cruel Dr Pepper!”

          “Yes, she did. But all that is history now,” Blaize replied, almost close to tears. “It is the past now and I have learnt to live with it.”

          “What do you mean?” Fred asked. “What kind of creature are you Blaize? You worry about people who do not care about you. Dr Pepper cast you into this hunger stricken world because you could not kill a rat, forgetting how many you had walked into silence under his nose. Priest Valdin’s wife was the architect of your misfortune. She made you a low life fellow by prompting her husband to give you to Dr Pepper. Today, she is presumably in trouble and you are breaking your head over it!”

          Blaize took a deep breath. “I know exactly what you are talking about, Fred. I hardly think about my pains because it might hinder me from doing what is right. What will it profit me if I watch this woman die at the hands of these kidnappers? Do you value life? If you do, you won’t pay evil for evil. It is important we help people,” Blaize said and began to move away. “Contrary to your opinion, Madam Lucy did not know that Dr Pepper was a bad man. She only helped the man by giving me to him. I was to solve Dr Pepper’s problems by killing every rat in his house. It was not her fault that I failed to kill the rat that robbed me of my place in Dr Pepper’s house. And it is not her fault that Dr Pepper treated me badly. Be careful the way you condemn people. Priest Valdin’s wife was innocent. If you say Dr Pepper was cruel to me, I will understand!” Blaize came down from the rooftop. He faced the street and began to move quickly away. “Condemning the poor woman, doesn’t make any sense!”

          “Blaize, wait. Where are you going?” Dag inquired.

“I am going to Priest Valdin’s house,” Blaize sounded from a distance as he raced down the street. “I need to find out if Madam Lucy is at home!”

          Dag came down from the building and ran after Blaize. Fred had no choice but to reluctantly join his friends.