dawno2008:
Pls complete this story

will do so soon bro...

Lot of work to be done, buut just sit tight and hold onto your popcorn

Hurklan:
Good to be back here after many years… hfinest1, my G fire on

hey bro, where have you been?? I've been looking for you all over the streets of NL, but you've been scarce like a virgin. What's up bro? How the go dey go?

3b

That was the last time I ever saw Cam at the hotel and work resumed the next day as usual.

It wasn't up to two weeks after that encounter that I had another one. That Friday, I was leaving the hotel when I ran into someone in the reception. He was booking a room. His baby face looked too familiar to forget. The face remained the same. I don't know how he managed to grow older in age, but still not age one day in facial looks. No beard, no pimples, no lines on his face. If you didn't know him well, you'd mistaken him for a small boy of 18 or 19, whereas he was way above 20. Almost the same age with me, but he still looked nearly as young as he did when we were in school together.
"Ration baba!!" I screamed in surprise.
He stared at me, trying to remember my face, but he played along probably sure I was a friend from secondary school, cos secondary school was the last place he probably answered the nickname ration.
We had given him that nickname when he was always complaining of how the ration of food we were served in the dining was too small and always asking for extra ration (which he never got by the way, although some of us used to give him an extra spoon or two from our own meagre rations). He looked deeply at me and I guess recognition dawned on him as he shouted back "Mickey mouse!! Na you be this?" Then rushed to wrap me in a tight hug, which I reciprocated immediately. Yeah, my nick in school was Mickey mouse, from my name Mike and I loved drawing the cartoon Mickey mouse a lot in my books and on papers and pasting on the class walls, so everyone started calling me that and it stuck till we left school.
" Brotherly, na your bro be this o. How you dey na?" I asked him, shaking his hand.
"I'm good o, bad guy. Wetin carry you come here na?" He shook my hand again.
You know one funny thing about guys? When you see two guys greet on the road or stop for a short conversation, there's every tendency that more handshakes than sentences will occur there. I don't just know why we're like that, but for every sentence we exchanged, it was backed up with a handshake.
"I work here bro. Na my base be this. Wetin carry you come my area na?" I asked. Another round of handshake again.
"Oboy, I came to relieve myself of the stress from hustling o, and I have a meeting with a business partner later this evening, and we decided to meet up here, but I arrived earlier and booked a room to unwind and relax a little, before business. Using one stone to kill two birds, you dig?" He flashed me a smile, then turned to the receptionist. "Please have a bottle of red wine, two glasses and two plates of catfish pepper soup brought up to my room now. Thanks." He grabbed his keys from the receptionist and carried his small backpack up and backed it. Then, patting my shoulder, he dragged me along as we headed for the stairs. "Bro, abeg escort me to my room, let's have a reunion party. Hope the hotel will permit that?"
"Yeah, why not?"
Immediately we entered his room on the second floor, he asked me "so, what do you do here?"
"Assistant manager" I replied him.
"Oh... Omo, you dey see money be that o" he laughed.
"Well, not enough, but we count our blessings. Ka sha ma dupe. After all, no be everybody wey finish school get work" I sighed.
"Na true o... Man gats bless God in everything. No be like me wey finish school since, still no work. Na so so hungry dey hook person life" he laughed again.
I knew he was being sarcastic. He didn't look hungry or jobless. Maybe he didn't have a job, but I was sure he had a booming business. He said earlier that he came to the hotel for a business meeting, didn't he?
"Guy, you, hungry? Omo, no make me laugh abeg. Street dog dey complain of hunger, parlour dog too dey follow talk" I rolled my eyes at him, causing a bout of laughter from both of us.
"So, I be parlour dog abi? You don turn me to chiwawa!! Thunder abeg where you dey na?" We burst out laughing again. Then a knock on the door from room service.
A maid wheeled in a trolley containing two plates, covered and a bottle of wine and two glass cups arranged on a tray. Immediately her eyes met mine, she bowed her head slightly and greeted "good afternoon sir"
"Betty, how are you?"
"Fine sir. Enjoy your stay sir" she said to my friend before exiting the room.
My guy turned to me immediately she was out of the room, after taking extra efforts to peel his eyes off her her rotund behind.
"Oh boy, you go dey enjoy for here o. All these girls go dey give you anyhow, as per oga things na"
"If I hear! Make my manager sack me abi? If my boss hear say any staff dey date another staff, their two don lose job that day be that. He doesn't tolerate office romance at all"
"Hmmm... Abeg make we chop before the soup go cold. This una AC for here na die"
We both dug into the plates and silently savoured the meal. After a while of eating, the pepper started hitting home and i reached for the chilled bottle and opened it, pouring into both glasses. After drinking the wine and calming the pepper on my tongue, I decided to ask the million dollar question that had been on my mind since I saw him.
"Bro, I wan ask you something o... Hope say you no go mind?" I started.
"For why na? You na my blood, you fit ask me anything you wan ask me. Wetin dey happen Mickey mouse? Talk to your gee"
"Baba, I just dey admire the way you take dress, your suit is top quality no doubt. This hotel is expensive as Bleep. I know that cos it's my job to. The price of the food is something else. You paid for the room, ordered two plates of very costly pepper soup and a bottle of equally costly red wine. All these without flinching. Bro, jokes apart, all these are indications that you dey see money. Make we no whyne ourself again, bar dey your hand. Abeg, wetin you dey do? Where do you work? What do you do fit a living bro? Abeg show me road. This hotel work no fit give me the kind life wey i wan live, I swear." I was nearly begging him now. Hoping desperately that he'll tell me or better still, introduce me to his business so I can leave this job once and for all for a better life.
"Hmmm bro... You na my blood, I no fit lie give you. I go tell you wetin I dey do, but first, I gats attack this catfish head with all concentration before we talk, abeg" with that, he went back to attacking the fish.
I smiled and faced my plate and cup too.
We finished eating and he called room service to clear the plates.
"So, about what you asked me..." He was about saying more before his phone interrupted. "That must be my business partner. He's early o!" He answered the call and spoke into the phone. I didn't listen to what he was saying, as I considered it rude and impolite to listen in on someone's conversation, so I just focused on sipping my wine and getting lost in my thoughts.
After the call, he stood up.
"Bro, I gats run along abeg. He just called me to come pick him up. He's already at the reception. Try come my room before you close for the day, maybe for evening. By then my guest go don comot. So we go reason wella abeg no vex"
"Alright, no p. I'll check on you later na" and with that, we both stumbled out of his room, heading for the stairs. He went down the stairs while I went up to my office.

CHAPTER 3

Cam stared at me intently like he was trying to bring the words out of his mouth but the words weren't coming.
"I really like you Mike. I mean very much" he opened a box that I hadn't noticed earlier which sat on the back seat. My eyes literally buldged when I saw the contents of the box. You remember those Tom and Jerry cartoons, the way Tom's eyes usually pop out when he sees a fine female cat he likes? That's how my eyes looked when I saw rows after rows of dollars stacked up in the box. If I'm not mistaken, it couldn't be anything less than hundreds of thousands of dollars, or even up to a million sef. Chai! See as one person dey carry the whole of Nigeria budget for bag dey move around. How does he even feel safe carrying such huge amount of cash around? No wonder all those kidnappers always target these white folks. Imagine changing all that dollars to naira? Person don make am for life. No need to work ever again. He removed one of the wads of cash and dropped it in my laps.
"It's yours bro. All yours, if you agree to what I want from you"
My smile was so wide on seeing the wad of dollz on my leg. Omo, this weekend go bad gaan. I'm shutting down quilox mehn. I've always wanted to enter that club, but I no fit go there siddon drink bottle water. From what I've heard, even their water is really expensive, but this weekend was going to change that, with the money in lap. I was glad he didn't give me the cash in my office. At least, I won't have to give that greedy manager a share if I didn't want to.
"Thank you sir for the gift, but I'm kind of confused. What exactly is it that I've done to deserve this kinda kindness from you?" He laughed heartily for a while, then coughed from the smoke of the cigarette he was puffing. I had since finished my stick and he offered me another, but I declined. One stick was enough for me, but he took a second stick and was on it. His smile got broader as he started roaming his hands on my laps in a way that I wasn't comfortable.
"Bro, what are you doing?" I asked, gently removing his hands from my lap.
"I want you man. No, I need you! If you agree to be mine, there's more where that came from"
I was shocked to my core. So, this cash isn't mine after all? I wanted to cry, I wanted to shout. I was disappointed, but more shocked than disappointed.
"Guy... Slow down abeg. Chill. What do you mean by me being yours?" I was still trying to deny that a gay guy was toasting me in my head, even though I knew what he meant by me being his, but then I still decided to live in the Nile (denial, pun intended). He smiled gently then went on, replacing his hands in my laps and running his hands dangerously close to my groin. I'm not homophobic or anything, but then, having a guy's hand going so close to my crotch was something I never want to even imagine.
"I love you Mike. Just agree to be my boo and I'll treat you right. In fact, that's twenty thousand dollars you have there and I promise you that if you suck me off right now, I'll double that amount. Heck, I'll triple it if you let me cum in your mouth" gosh, this idiot should stop this shit na. Haba!
What the actual f*ck is going on? I couldn't even imagine me going down on a d*ck na. Let alone taking jizz in my mouth. I felt like puking as I sat there in his car. The image of me giving a guy heads was seriously disturbing my mental health, and his hand on my crotch was just moving me to a state of madness.
I slapped his hand really hard, that he turned red immediately.
"Guy, you dey mad? You dey ment? Abi na ordinary cigar dey worry you?" I didn't know where all my manners and ass-kissing attributes flew off to, but they were all gone and replaced by a Lagos 'agbero' attitude. My smooth English quickly replaced by pidgin. I didn't even know gay approach would do this to me.
"Oga, abeg keep your stupid money joor. I can't do shit with you even for a million dollars" I said that, but deep down I was crying as I threw his wad of cash in his face, got down from his car and slammed his door shut. Bloody mf.
I walked dejectedly to the road and hailed a taxi to take me home. The experience was one that would last in my head for a long time, and I knew it would disturb me for longer...