MY LIFE'S JOURNEY pt.1

 Growing up in poverty is an experience anyone who has lived through it would understand perfectly. 

From a very young age, hardship and suffering was all I knew. I helped my single  mother hawk items on the street just to support her from a very young age and also, because my  dad dissapeared on us suddenly without a trace, I grew up quite quickly  to fit into his shoes by taking responsibilities a child should have no business with.

But just when we thought God had abandoned us, he showed up unexpectedly. It happened one day while we were in church that  the guest pastor called out my mother to the alter and said God has seen her tears and had instructed her (the guest  pastor) to write a cheque as a seed For my mother.

Before I knew what was happening, the entire congregation started sowing into the "anointing" and began dropping huge amounts of money alongside the pastor. 

The same bloody hypocrites who never knew she existed not to talk about lending her a helping hand All these years .

Things became better for us.  Mum opened a shop and also, I was able to finish secondary school. However, since I had other siblings, the circulation of money  was tight and from the looks of things, my desire to attend university was very bleak.

Seeing my class mate enroll into university really broke my heart and made me desperate. I started increasing the prices of items at my mums shop ( whenever I was the one on duty) so as to raise money from the change to buy JAMB form. Eventually, I succeeded. I wrote and passed my  JAMB exam. 

But the next hurdle was paying for my tuition as well as registration and that was a giant mountain . I had nobody to ask for help and I knew it would be very unfair to ask my mother seeing that she had full hands and other children to care for. Infact, knowing i needed to also bring to the table to support her filled me with more guilt. 

I needed help so badly and the only person who came to my mind was Chief Obi. 

Chief Obi was the wealthiest man in my community and was known for his generosity. However, having access to him was the problem. His gate was constantly locked and guarded and also, I didn't know his schedule. He was hardly around. 

But as luck would have it , his son was having a birthday party and they had come to my mother's shop to buy crates of soft drinks. Using that as an opportunity, I volunteered to take the drinks to his house. 

On getting there, I immediately began to make myself useful by helping around with setting up the place for the party. In my heart, I was hoping I would see Chief Obi and beg for help. 

Eventually, I saw him. Dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. He asked loudly if anyone had ordered alcohol and immediately, I jumped in. I told him my mum sold drinks and I had just delivered the soft drinks ordered. He first of all looked at me in a funny manner and asked me who I was. 

Immediately, I introduced myself and to my surprise, he was  so excited. He hugged me and said he knew my father and had been worried over his dissapearance. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly began to explain my ordeal  but he cut me short and said that wasn't the right time and place for such a discussion. 

He asked me to bring some alcoholic drinks and when i asked his budget, he said I should get as much as I could. 

Also, to add, when  chief Obi hugged me in excitement as I introduced myself, he made a comment that made me raise my eye brow. He said he didn't know such a handsome guy like me was in this community and wondered why he hadn't seen me all these while . From his body language and the funny way he looked at me, the first thing  my instinct told me was "gay". But because I was considering him my savior, I saw it as simply "divine favour".

 After I got to the shop, grabbed a lot of drinks, went home, showered and dressed my best, i went to chiefs obi's house. 

The children partied at the court yard while the adults stayed in his living room upstairs. 

Once chief obi saw me, he got excited again and even asked me to sit by his side All through . 

Wow!!! Never in all my life had I felt so honored and important. 

We drank and was merry but after the party, when I asked for the money for the drinks, he asked me to come the next day. 

The following day, he gave me a lot of money and asked me to come back later that evening  to discuss whatever it was I wanted to tell him Intially.  When I got home, i counted the money and realized it was more than required. Suspecting it could be a test on my integrity, I took the excess with me to his house that evening as scheduled. 

Chief Obi was very  busy when I got to his place so I had to wait for him to attend to me. After what felt like forever, he finally was done.

To my surprise he apologized for keeping me waiting and when i handed him over the excess money from the drinks, he refused and told me to keep it. He asked me if I had any plans for the night and I said no. He asked me to come along with him and I didn't hesitate..after all, the main aim of coming hadn't been achieved yet. 

As we drove, he asked me what were my future plans and why I hadn't come to meet him all these while for help. He sounded so friendly that I loosed my nervousness and began chatting like we were best friends. When I told him how meeting him was difficult, he said to me from henceforth, his house was mine and I had no reason to be afraid of approaching him. Also, he said he wanted us to be very close and "love each other" more than best friends.

Never in my life had anyone approached or wanted  me in such manner and for the first time in my life, I felt relevant and loved. 

From that day, we began spending time together regularly. Even after I enrolled in school, I would often go to his house or follow him around to attend to his business when I was done with lectures. 

But as time went on, Chief Obi began to gradually lure me. Sometimes, after giving me pocket money, he will ask me to hug him, give him a peck or ask me to tell him I love him. All this I would do playfully because that was how he presented it. I refused to read any meanings into his behavior because, afterall, he was married and a respected man in our community. 

But how wrong I was because things took a turn. 

One day, he asked me to come to his office late at Night and I did. We were the only ones in the entire building (which he owned). 

He first started by accusing me of not loving him after all he had done for me, how I've never for once reciprocated his love etc. I felt so terrible because, I had never for once bought him anything to say "thank you". He also accused me of giving my love and attention to my girlfriend and not him. 

At the time, I didn't have a girlfriend..infact, I was a virgin. Poverty and suffering together with my strict religious upbringing never allowed me to explore anything sexuality. But he didn't believe me. 

"So you cannot hug and pet me abi?" He jocuned. Laughing and taking his behavior as a joke, I walked to where he sat and hugged him. He asked me to kiss him. At first, I assumed he was joking but when he kept insisting,I said "no" that I could only peck him. To my surprise, his demeanor changed. As the cheerful mood instantly vanished from his face, he said he now knows I didn't love him. 

I became nervous. This man was my saving grace and the only person who cared for me. I told him I didn't know how to kiss because I hadn't done it before (which was the truth) but he  told me not to worry that  he would teach me. 

We started to kiss and honestly, I had mixed feelings about it. One, was because I was kissing another man and the other, was because I kind of liked it. As we were exploring each others tongue and lips with our mouth, he told me how he loved me and how very special i was to him (he really did know how to use words to make me feel like I was some deity).

He began to touch my chest and my nipples simutaneously as we kissed and it did wonders to my systems.  I didn't know my nipples were sensitive until that night. The more he touched it, the more aroused I got.  Because I felt so embarrassed that I was having an erection, i held down my now throbbing dick and began to giggle. He noticed and ordered ( with an intimidating tone) that I should remove my hand and by reflex action, my hands left my crotch. 

Chief Obi came in front of me as I sat on the chair, knelt down, undid my belt , opened my zip and pulled out my hard dick.

 "So you are hiding this big thing inside your trouser and you didn't tell me ehhhn?" He said while maliciously eyeing me playfully . 

Before I could utter a word, he took my penis in his mouth and began to suck my dick. My head was just exploding over and over and before I knew it, I began to shout like a mad man as very hot sperm from my pole filled his mouth. I was trembling uncontrollably as the last drop of milk left my cock. 

I was still wondering what just happened when he stood up, walked to the nearby sink and spat out my cum. Playfully, he asked when last did I release because, the quantity of my sperm was too much. He was sounding like nothing had happened. I was too ashamed to put my dick back into my trouser talkless of looking at his face. I just sat there starring at the floor and wondering about what we just did.

To my surprise, he said he has never done such a thing before and I was the first. He told me it was because he loved me so much and wanted to make me happy, that was why he did such. Had it not been that he sucked my dick like someone with a PHD in blowjob, I would have totally believed him because of how  convincing he sounded. 

He came to the sofa and sat next to me as he continued with his sweet talks on how cute I am and how huge my dick was. Once again, he started touching my nipples and before I knew what was happening, my flaccid and still exposed penis was already growing. Noticing what was happening to my penis, he raised my shirt and started to suck my nipples and just like magic, my dick was strong like iron and was nodding its head. This was barely 10 minutes after I had shot my load. 

As he grabbed my penis, he began to  tell me how he wished he was a girl so I can fuck him and get him pregnant. 

After playing with my hard penis for a while, he commanded  me with the same intimidating tone to remove my trouser and I obeyed. Chief Obi went to his desk, opened his drawer and brought out a bottle. He started removing his clothes quickly and then rubbed the lube on my dick and his ass. He ordered me to stand up and I did silently. I watched helplessly as he guided my dick into his ass hole. Since I was born , I've never felt such sensation in my life. Inside his ass hole was very hot and soft. Looking back, it was evident that chief Obi had an open pussy because my dick entered at once without any force or excess push from me. 

He ordered me to fuck him well and the harder I went, the harder he insisted.  At some point, I began trying to out do myself in an attempt to punish him with my dick.  Chief Obi started speaking in tongues as I rough handled his hole with all the stamina I could muster. Because I had released not too long ago, it took a while before I came again.  

When I ejaculated, it felt as if my spirit left my body. The sweetness was too much. 

 As we drove home, he still behaved as if nothing had happened.  He gave N50,000 (fifty thousand naira) that night and thanked me for taking care of him and showing him the best love. 

From that day, I began to masturbate like crazy because anytime I think of how Chief Obi sucked my dick and how deep, hot and sweet his ass hole felt on my dick, I would get a crazy erection.

We started hooking up regularly..most times, in his office and other times, in his house on- his matrimonial bed. Chief Obi's wife truly didn't behave like a "wife". If you'd ask me, I'll say she was there on contract because she acted unbothered about anything. She didn't  share his bedroom nor behaved like the "madam" of the house .

Everything seemed to be going well until I made a friend in school whose name was Richmond.

To be continued....

Written by 

Nonso K.