THE FIRST:

        “… don’t think me a slut! 🤫”

 

     My nerves were almost falling apart , I couldn’t even walk well … My God!!! The whole of my body was vibrating , e remain to cry 😢. Over my dead body that I wish my enemy to talk much more to myself about this kind of thing; oh! The sensation, spiking and pinching , my eyes were turning red , ( but your boy can’t be caught unfresh now …🤟) So I had to hold body and soul and endure…I didn’t even wait for the man to step out , infact I disappeared before anyone could stand and appreciate the man for his lesson. I was running , I no even know where my legs bin de match , whether a nail was right under, well , as it’s God that protects . As I was saying , I was running , aspa running and never be tired and unfortunately I coiuse the back of the class area 😫, because last period was just over, Teachers , Admin staff plus students, mostly day students will be on their way making it out of the school, so I resigned to my fate and diverted to the hostel area and straight to ‘ The bathing area’ , yeah I’ll explain ‘ The bathing area’ to you eventually, but this is a desperate times that calls for desperate measures , so let me piss the piss wey wan kill man pikin.

     My trousers were already on the ground, I threw out my L.G.A , structured the thing to face the gutter directly so there would be no spill or splash in the wrong direction.

    “Ahhhh…”😅 , a smooth and silent sound of relief exploded out of my mouth. Slowly , I began to regain myself and that was when it happened…

        I was so engrossed and wrapped in easing myself that I did not see who was right beside me , you won’t believe! Snr drogba 😱. HE ! WAS! MAGNIFICENT! The perfect height , the perfect stature, the perfect facial expressions, the perfect voice . I’m not ashamed to say ; this guy was definitely our gay awakening. He was perfection, I would always crave and admire how sweat would roll down melanin skin; forget it , that guy na spec, but look at me , just one random SS1 boy , standing beside the best and hottest football player then , I swear I don’t know if it was obsession, e remain for me to say his sneezing 🤧 was perfect!

      Pardon me for the detour , back to what happened, see me and see this guy , just taking a piss , in the same gutter. I couldn’t help it , after stealing the first glance, I had to steal another and another till it got to a point where I was just staring at him with my face somehow tilted to his side. He had his white long sleeve off, hanging over his shoulders, just see this dude in his singlet , chai ! Smooth skin , broad shoulders, chest , abs and before I forget , this guy had pointed nipples, I’m not kidding , like machine guns. I saw them shooting under his singlet, I saw them with my two eyes , not one oh , my two naked , stripped eyes. I started having goosebumps , I completely forgot that I was urinating . Now , the finale, the cherry on top , I was peeing, my L.G.A. was out , he was peeing and … 🫣Must I say it ? His L.G.A. was fucking exposed , if you think it was out de play , it was exposed joor! My God , Who am that I am given the privilege to behold , just me among the many. I was excited! blown away! Shattered into countless joyful pieces , my eyes just concentrated on his dick ; and with a few words of mine , I can say it was – >BLACK, THICK SMOOTH and the cap was a masterpiece. It was just hanging there without stress, easing itself, the urine that shot out was so greenish , like a mature man’s pee. If I open my mouth and say that if that guy gave me his dick, I would respect myself and you believe me, you are fooled , I’ve already sucked the living day and night light out of it , it’s God that didn’t allow him make me such an offer . My gaze stayed , watching every drip pour out and how he wiggle… wiggle…wiggle that thing. As he fixed himself, finally he noticed me looking , I looked back at his face , then like a reflex , my eyes turned and hid in shame, they knew he had caught me . I equally noticed the way he eyed me and was loathed by me . I was so ashamed, in a moment he was gone , as I stood there the way he looked at me so disgusted and horrified me, I took off , sweeping into the throng of boys coming back from classes.

           * * *

     In my premature days , I knew in my heart that I had loved the view of the physique of men , how perfectly made, their shoulders and chest fit in place and I was one to always stare at them mostly when they were taking a piss , especially average aged men. Likewise the flashback I had of that senior , I also remember my childhood days , when I think I was no more than 8 or 7 . The sight of tall muscular men was thrilling to me ; then it wasn’t in a sexual or lustful way , but I knew the sight of a man opening his belt or pulling down his trousers to piss always caught my attention and I would watch , stealing glances, till this person leaves or and old man or someone that looked not how I liked would take a spot to pee , I’d simply turn away.

       There was this friend of mine then ; ‘ Israel ‘ , we would always go together to a beer parlor, ha! 😅 The British would call it pub , 🤣🤣🤣, Omo English no be our mate oh! So this place would always be filled towards the evenings till the evening would get lost in the night. There would be people trooping in and out ; men , women , mostly advanced men , both pot bellied and flat bellied or in the middle. There would be beer , gin , alcoholic drinks, I surrender chicken, point and kill fish , even light food like Indomie, chips and all that . Where there are men and drinks , a football match , replay ,or highlights must be on .

        The excuse I would always persuade myself with whenever Israel came to invite me was that we were merely going to gather ‘canta’ , if you don’t know what it is , it’s the metallic cover of these drinks. My soul knew that it was the place of viewing dicks and I would get so dick- viewing , so I would always follow and unfailing , dick- viewing de always sup . We would bend , moving around looking for particular colors of canta . Mine was usually gulder cantas , because they were red in color. When the night would get darker and the fence lights came on , I would quickly go and sit on the bonnet of a damaged car and peep at men coming to ease themselves. I don’t know and I can’t be completely certain if it was a fetish but it was a pleasant experience for me , watching for 20 to 40 minutes, sometimes almost an hour , den ASPA ! na house straight, because our parents would never approve of us going to pick canta , to talk more of going to a beer parlor to pick them. The run home sef was always on God , that our parents ; on my side , especially my mother, weren’t home yet or there would just be a saving grace, if not na to collect woto! Woto! Nothing less .

       I will never forget this encounter on one of the canta hunts. That day , we were three ; Israel, another boy and myself. As it always goes, I gather mine and shove them in my pocket, then away to my damaged car, waiting the next dick to view . Few came , but as if dey no want make I see, they turned away from the fence light ; at that time , the other two with me were focused on the match even though they didn’t really understand all the English of the commentators, especially that boy wey Dem de call Israel 🤦 , the boy doesn’t even give school a chance, so how would he understand English? Our teachers really try on top of that boy’s head! If I were his teacher , dey for sack me because of him, block head!! 

      Back to the bone of contention…as the night was not getting younger , I was like , God will today be the first time I don’t atleast see one or two dicks , as I normally say ; e remain to cry , then someone came along , allow me to explain how he was for you 👇

    He was short , very fair skinned ,confam oyinbo , very thick and somehow like a stud , had these broad shoulders, he had glasses on so I couldn’t really see his face if e fine abi e no fine , but as far as I can remember , he was okay . The guy was drunk to stupor, e don soak finish, he was just staggering and limping, as God may have it he got to the spot and behold…see this man that probably has people respecting him in this life , he just released his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxer like the walls of Jericho. Chi!!!ne!!!keme!!!😱😱😱🫢 I saw what my eyes could not saw, Ass! Dick! Balls! gashi! ( Pubic hair); as in before me was a full lunch box . I was shocked and happy at the same time and as if it was not enough I had a clear view. If that happened at my age now, I go just record the guy and the next thing I would do with it, so help me God! I was bedazzled, perplexed, flushed, spent , all the English join and an interesting point to note ; in this case, I remember , my attention wasn’t on his dick , I was more interested in how large , round and soft his ass looked , definitely a bubble butt, I couldn’t help it , I had to make hay whilst the sun shone…and just like a tragic end to a love story, from nowhere someone shouted ; 

       ” Heh! Heh!!!…” I turned and saw a young lady running towards our direction , now I know she most probably must have been one of the waitresses back then. She got closer and barked ;

      ” Oya , vamus! Make una comot from there!”

She was certainly catching people’s attention, and my friends took off, before she could get to us . Before we were far off, I heard her say ; 

    ” All these small small children go de look people as Dem de piss…”

 I will not forget exactly how she said it , my God!😫after all this time , someone finally caught us or I’d rather say me , because I’m the culprit .

    My silence on our way home was absolute , I heard every single word my friends uttered in their lamentations, there’s this one the other boy said , it was something like;

     ” Which one be se we look people de piss, I don’t like that aunty , that aunty no like children sef…”

  🙄, Yeah , so ironic, I must confess I was laughing in my mind , if only they knew what I did there while they watched TV , would they have even understood how good it felt ?

         * * *

       It is a dying bulb that hangs above my head, you know all these yellow light bulbs or is it orange sef ; it never lasts , small time , e don blow . That’s the kind of bulb that is hanging in this toilet. As I’m about done taking a piss, these two vivid memories from my past at two different stages , while I was younger , sweep in and just as I have shared with you , is the detailed description of what happened. I know I had a wild mentality as a child , but don’t think of me a slut ! Exposure to these experiences have borne good fruits , I’m dead serious.

        As my mind keeps going on and on about these experiences and I wiggle my L.G.A. to release every drop 💧 of piss, axman bumps in , as if he is after someone , he almost falls , but na God save am se that drum of water for flushing is really close to the door for him to take hold of. I don’t turn around , noooo!!! I just wait till he finds his way to the next white stuff hanging on the wall that men pee into , in toilets. From what I can see he is drunk and wasted and even as the light isn’t bright enough, I still identify who he is , he’s one of our customers ‘Egbon’ that’s what they call him . This guy is a wasted man , God forgive me , but this guy and crates of legend na five and six. I have not even finished my thoughts about him when he pulls out his manhood , Jesu!! My daddy ! My daddy!

   I’m flabagasted, forget what I have told you of all the dicks I’ve seen when I was younger , Egbon’s dick is something else, it’s not even erect yet and it is this long , pink head , veiny , thick as fuck , this guy should be acporn Star. He is so wasted that he urinates on his body before he can direct his dick towards the right direction. As I stare at this man’s odogwu , I am ashamed to admit , I feel like a little boy again. After several years of leaving secondary school, the sight of dick still gets me , something like a spontaneous recovery. I must tell you the sight of the dick is not appealing, I almost feel like I shouldn’t look , I was just concerned if he had a Lovely ass I can stare at , as I turn and walk out , I look at his behind and I’m disappointed.

   ” Why doesn’t he have a big ass ? ” 

 I was just saying this in my mind . This thought speaks volumes, big dicks are certainly no longer my thing . The sight of Egbon’s dick is a turn off , moderate dicks are even more exciting. As they say , life is in a constant flux , nothing remains as it is. As I’m walking out , the music from the bar gets louder and as you know , it’s a song for the bar , ‘Ashawo’ by Fireboy. ‘ Shortly, I surface into the open ground with chairs, tables and customers flooding in and out . I won’t call this a bar , it’s more like a classic beer parlor to me , it’s what I believe Sha! There’s a performance by people in front, like on a stage , with the M.C. dancing . I just find a way around, trying to find my way into the main bar , where the bar actually is , the soft couches, another television inside other than the one outside .

      As I’m already past the crowd outside and about to enter the bar , I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I quickly backup and find a spot near Aunty DiDi’s griller . It’s a call from my brother; that feeling where you know what the call is about but you have to pick , it happens to everyone, so next thing I’m on the call;

   “Bobo , hwfa , you still de work ba?”

    ” Yes, good evening , how school now?”

He is an undergraduate, almost in his final year , so I have to ask how school is going .

    ‘ Omo , bobo I came back home oh! They told me you have gone to work…’

     ‘Yh , you know how bar work de be . All of us dey pray make we no get shortage as usual…so where you de now ? Momsy or popsy side?’

    ‘ I don comot from that una house oh! ‘

His reply is alarming, you that just got back , immediately your gone , I don’t get , so I have to ask ;

     “Ah ! Ah! Why , wetin happen?”

     ” Na una mother oh! That woman likes trouble. Bobo see me wey just enter house , I said let me rest , next thing she just came and said I should stand up and clean the house. Gloria was just telling me that I shouldn’t mind that woman , se she don de vex since morning, who da one epp?…”

 Amongst all the things he said , the only thing that registered in my mind was the fact that he said ‘ …una mother…’ as if she isn’t his mother too . I’m used to my mother’s nuisance so no be today we de see dis kind tin, so I just keep on cutting in with ; ” Hmmmmm”, ” oh”, ” u don’t mean it “, as he keeps on going on and on with complaints , I have to give such replies so he will feel that I’m feeling him , like being empathetic and stuff.

        Finally , we get to the reason for the call;

     ” Abeg help me collect wetin she wan give me , to take back to school, I’ll come and collect it from you tomorrow as I’m passing your workplace.”

      ” No wahala, shebi you told Glo. All the things wey you need.”

     ” Yeah , and abeg help me corner that red garri , she said it’s only white garri she can put for me. Una mother say red garri too cost .”

        ” Oyana , see bro, you know that our mother get wahala for body and your her first child so surely she must pepper you 🤣, just overlook the thing , maybe that her laptop charger wey lose still de provoke her …”

    The guy doesn’t even allow me , immediately he cuts in , shouting ‘ yessss ohhh! 😯’ , to what I just opined . So there I go being the mediator trying to pour ice water on burning charcoal. I’m certain that our conversation had been going on for about 3-4 minutes and it seems like there’s still more to dissect.

        “Bar man!!!!”

     The call and also the music from the background is probably what makes me not hear her calling before , but this time , she’s closer and louder. The shock makes me remove the phone from my ear and turn around , seeing her coming like a hungry lion . Our manager is a simple lady , just do what she says, and that woman fit watch Nigerian films from morning till mama calls .

     ” Bar man , you suppose de inside oh! Madam don tell Tony make en leave bar go buy fuel , abeg go inside make drinks no lose.” 

   As she keeps talking I see Tony passing by with a Jerry can, he even raises it towards me , gesturing that he’s going to get fuel.

      ‘ Okay ma.’

    I take off to the rescue , all these customers can’t be trusted… Within seconds I find myself at the bar man’s post with the record book in one hand and the other hand doing the counting of drinks. So here I am , another night on duty , doing my shift ; life in this country is one of not finding yourself , nothing comes easy so u have to make yourself! #survival of the fittest#

 

Written By:

                    Peter Seun.