TALES FROM THE GHETTO pt 1

Growing up in poverty as well as in the ghetto is an experience i won't want my children (if ever I'll have) or any child to undergo.



At a young age i was already exposed to stealing, drugs, violence, gangs and sex (sexual abuse was very common). Life was all about survival. But In as much as i was surrounded by people who did all sorts of vices to survive, i didn't succumb to the pressure to conform. Thanks to the strict religious upbringing my mother installed in me.





I was the last child of my parents (my dad died when i was just 12 so i lived with my mum) . My elder siblings lived with relatives and i sparingly saw them. My mum was a petty trader who also had “few men” that helped her pay the bills. Even though i didn't approve of her lifestyle, i respected her all the same.




After school, i usually would hawk fruits alongside my friends (who are all girls). Hawking was sort of fun because we had the opportunity to walk round Lagos, see places, spend time with each other and of course, get some money. We will imagine we owned and lived in the fancy houses we saw and name them after us.  But I realised that anytime we went hawking (especially in some certain neighbourhoods), they (my friends) would sell so fast and even help me sell mine alongside. Sometimes I will wait outside for them while they go into houses for a long while and emerge with empty trays.





Even though I was 17 years old at the time, I knew what was going on. My friends would hide make up under the rag of their tray as well as condoms. Once we were in a safe location (away from our neighbourhood), they will make up, remove their bra and hide it under their tray.



At that age, they(we) had developed fully and their breast and nipples poked aggressively through their blouses. They got all the attention they were seeking and  discussed their sexual escapades in detail openly with each other (myself included) . I usually tell them I envied them because they didn't have to labour like I did. But they always tell me not to worry.





Among my friends, Funmi was the eldest and also, our ring leader. She was the one who discovered the neighbourhoods that we could sell our wares and was also the one who brought and distributed the buyers.






It so happened my mum had a minor stroke and things became so bad. I needed help desperately and turned to funmi for salvaging. She listened to me as I lamented and when I was done, she told me – “you are the one doing yourself".



“how?” I asked feeling confused.



“look how pretty you are. Do you know you are finer than most girls and there are men who will love to friend you?” she said point blank.


I was dumb founded. It took me several minutes to process what she had said. I had always received compliments about my looks as well as getting teased for my girly behaviour by other boys my age. I was attracted to men at the time but because I wasn't aware of how gay sex is done, I felt mutual masturbation (which I had done a couple of times when I was a younger teen) was all there was between two men.





Funmi Truly opened my eyes and ears that day as she educated me about gay sex and techniques to pleasure a man's penis. Looking back, I still wonder how she had such knowledge even at such age. She made me know how to tell when a man was interested in me, how to flirt, and as well, how respond to subtle advances. Most of all, she encouraged me to “ train” my hole and I did just as she instructed (that is, using my finger and objects on my thoroughly lubricated hole). It wasn't “that painful" as I imagined perhaps because it was self induced and on my own pace.






As time went on, I began enjoying it especially during my masturbation session ( I started to imagine getting fucked like a real woman). Funmi started making me up using her eye pencil, brown powder and lip gloss. I also relaxed my hair and used curl activator. I was totally transformed and looked extremely pretty.




She will encourage me not to wear any undies under my trouser because undies retrains my big ass from wriggling the way it ought. She also suggested I drop my trousers quite low to expose the crack of my bubble butt and wear a fitted shirt so that it doesn't cover my big backside. I obeyed.





For the first couple of days, nothing happened. Nobody seemed to be interested in me. I was worried and getting frustrated; not only because I needed money to relieve my financial situation, but also, because I was craving a dick in my ass and it wasn't forthcoming.  Funmi kept encouraging me to be patient and urged me to not to give up.




I realised that some people looked at me in a disgusting way while others seemed indifferent. I didn't bother what their opinion was because as long as I was concerned, I looked wonderful.





Fumni eventually opened a shop (from the money her men friends gave her) and became less active in hawking (she only joined us when her mother was in the shop or when she needed to get away).



One day, Funmi asked only me to come along with her. It was a very long walk to wherever the destination was. On our way, she told me there was a man who has been disturbing her for anal sex and she had convinced him to try fucking my ass  I was a bit uncomfortable but also excited.




We got to an estate and walked straight to the boys quarter of one of the few uncompleted duplexes. There was music coming from one of the rooms and Fumni knocked on the door once and without waiting for a reply, she turned the door handle and let herself in.





“Sweet angel" a coarse voice greeted excitedly. I stood at the door and waited to be ushered inside. 

I heard a lot “hmmmmm" from whoever owned the coarse voice while Funmi giggled. I must have waited for about 15 minutes before i was asked to come inside. 



The room was averagely furnished and had an odd smell which I suspected was as a result of poor ventilation. Funmi was already undressed except for her black underwear. Her breast looked really massive as our host fondled them.




We exchanged pleasantries and I sat on the only chair in the room which was at a corner.






He was a tall looking man who was average bodied. He had a clean shaved head and bushy brows. His penis was visibly poking through his boxers and I could tell it was a long one.  Funmi who was snuggling up on him seductively,  seemed to be doing some whispering persuasion of which he seemed quite reluctant about. But Funmi  didn't care.  she ordered me to take off my clothes and join them.



Our host refused.


Funmi insisted.



They both got into an argument and evidently, Funmi was angry. She grabbed her shirt and made to leave while commanding me to do same. The man began to laugh as he pulled her towards him. He’d finally agreed. With a gesture, she asked me to come join them.






As I approached, the man threw his head back and closed his eyes as he roughly fondled Funmi’s boobs. She eyed me and darted her eyes to his penis as if to say “do the needful". I was petrified and she saw it. Grabbing my hands like a mother would to a very annoying child, she guided it to his turgid penis. I began rubbing it as she used her hand to bring it out from the corner of his boxers.






I put my mouth over his penis and began sucking his very long slim dick. After a short while, he pulled out of my mouth, rolled over Funmi (who was somewhat protesting), parted the corner of her black pant and penetrated her expertly. She was struggling under him as he trusted into her severally. But eventually, her struggling gave way and his dick slipped out of her vagina. He was clearly frustrated but so was she- if not worse. It looked like sex for her was sort of painful. 




He just knelt on the bed while his long prick throbbed and looked away as Funmi squeezed a dolop of body lotion she had gotten from the head of his bed on my opened palm. I moisturized my hole and now laid on my chest while my ass was raised high. I heard them argue ( in yoruba) and he was laughing. Then I felt his prick jab my ass hole couple of times and without warning or waiting for me to relax, he shoved all his ruler inside me.




I jolted in pain which made us disengage. “lie on your back" Fumni ordered quickly - like a madam who was supervising the service of her workers. I did as she commanded as the pain still felt raw in my nerves. With My legs raised until my both knees kisses my both ears, I saw raw lust consume the mans eyes as he looked at my aching pulsating hole.







 He hurriedly positioned himself over me as if it was the only way to stop himself from changing his mind from doing the unthinkable. In one thrust, he was deep inside me. I could feel his penis deep inside my soul...literally.



Funmi served him one of her big breast which he sucked while desperately forcing more of himself into me as if there was more territory he needed to conquer inside my fresh hole.



Just as I was about enjoying the fucking he fell on me, squeezed me so tight and started sticking his tongue into my mouth as he began to grunt and tremble.





 “you are too sweet....you are too sweet....ooooohhhhhhhh my god" he moaned as I felt his seed flood inside me and while we kissed, I caught Funmi's eyes. They were menacing and sort of envious. It scared me.






“wow...that was fast” our host said to himself after he withdrew his long pole from my soiled freshly fucked hole which was filled and dripping with hot sperm. When he left both of us in the room, I asked Funmi if everything was fine and she replied -"yes".





As we left, our host gave me 2,500 naira and as I knelt down to thank him, he added another 500 hundred. I was speechless. My wares in total wasn't even up to 100naira. And here i was... holding 3,000 naira in my hands.






As myself and Funmi went back home, I offered her more than half the money but she refused. Little did I know she was upset.






The following day, I was at home cooking when one of the girls who joined us to hawk came to tell me that Funmi sent her to tell me she doesn't want to set eyes on me ever again because I was greedy and ungrateful.






I wasn't completely shocked hearing this. I had suspected something was wrong the previous day. That same day , I went to funmi's shop to hear from the horses mouth and her response was something that threw me completely off balance.





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Godwin2020