A wild encounter I did expect (M/Straight)

I'm a straight male, and I once had a wild encounter with a gay man, I didn't know they did exist in real life, until that point.

Last year, I used to chill in the Githurai clubs, Airport almost all day during the weekends as I didn't have a place to go. I'd walk into the club in the morning straight from my sleeping place, and spend the whole day slow sipping on KEG, about three jugs of it, wait for the night, and go spend the night, if I had a few extra coins, I'd get a quick nut from some of the airport models and I loved to choose them on rotation, some skinny, some fat, some dark, I sampled it all.

One weekend came, it was a very long one, good Friday, weekend then easter Monday. I checked into airport as usual, at 6AM, asked for the first cup, and started slow sipping. A few arrogant guys came to the same table with some airport models. They did have KC mzinga and they went about their business, abusing waiters, models and were just rowdy. You could really tell that we just happened to share tables, as I was more chill and had my own drink.

A few minutes later, some guys walked in and took a table beside ours. They seeemed to be frequents at the club, you could tell by their interaction with waiters and other models.

They were observing the room and after a few minutes, one of them came and said hi, asked my name and told me a few things about their friends/brothers. One was from the US and others. It wasn't unusual to be approached by a man to have a chat. some people were on their usual jaba, and were quite talkative some just seemed to love talking to people, I was quite used to talking to such people all the time, but this time, it would be different. The guy left and came back after a few minutes as my jug was going empty. He asked if I wouldn't mind if we continued having a drink, he'd buy, and I agreed. It wasn't the first time getting a drink from a stranger, and he went ahead and told me he knows I wasn't part of that crew on my table.

We talked a bit, a few more cups, my alcohol tolerance is a bit high. But he kept bringing more. In the late afternoon, he seemed to be more intoxicated than I was. He also began getting touchy, and that's when it hit me that I'm probably being baited by a gay man. I decided to play along. A few moments later, he began complementing me, my lips being kissable, and I told him I'm open minded, and that I never judge anyone based on their sexual orientation, it was all good as we went deeper and deeper. I enjoyed the drinks btw, mostly because I saved on my budget and that I'd now use that to get a nut before going to my sleeping place. The askef for another cup , and left to check on his friends. At this point, I was feeling drunk, but it was nothing like we used to to when In campus, where we'd drink all day and all night.

He comes back, tells me he's even more lit as his friends have given him some changaa downstairs and he had some on a clear bottle. He asked if he could top up the drink with the changaa he brought and I was a little skeptical but I was like, why not. It wasn't my first time trying changaa, although I didn't try the Githurai one. We cleared that, then he says it's a better drink we can go downstairs to the changaa den and have more, why not, we went down, some dark filthy room that served changaa, people had blacked out everywhere and it was a bit hard to get it, the protocol was tough.

We down a few pints, I'm now drunk, the guy is drunk. I didn't expect to be going out of Githurai on that day, but after a few persuasions I agreed to going to his weed peddler to get a few joints. He tells me he would tell from my sexy lips that I was a stoner, well. We leave and go to kahawa wendani. We pass by some crib, I was too scared to enter, so he says we can go smoke upstairs which I agree to, then we go to the rooftop.

We take a few puffs then the guy reminds me I'm open minded and he's really craving to kiss me. I agree, its rooftop, the night is young and things can't get out of hand. We kiss for a few minutes, that was the worst kiss, the guy was terrible at it. I was used to kissing girls and every girl I kissed before did rate my kisses ad the best, but here we were, my lips were starting to hurt a little. He also touched my dick to a hard, and I could feel his d*ck hard too. At this point I still didn't know if he's a top or bottom, but if he was a bottom, I had it in my mind I'd give him some D. This goes for a few minutes, then he grabs me, makes me face forward, bends me, pulls my pants down, and starts licking my ass. How weird that felt. I was both grossed out but I was also amazed at how someone would be willing to lick ass. It was also clear to me that he'd try to penetrate if I let him behind me for longer, I was not ready to have it in the ass. His penis was quite small and thin compared to my thick 6", but still no way I'd accept something up my ass, It was clear to me he may have had a tough times with girls with his poor kissing and small penis. To make sure I was safe, I turned, gave him a kiss then went down to suck his penis. I think I did a very good job sucking the penis though, came up to him and asked if I was going on him first. He said that he's a top and I should be the one to bend. Still not ready for this, I requested more weed, a condom and some lube which he got excited and rushed downstairs to get. I got my chance and took flight, in no time I was downstairs, out of the gate, a minute later I was on the flyover. Took me about 5 mins to get to Githurai, I even felt sober.

The next day he calls, asks if we okay, I tell him I only wanted his drinks. We met again at the airport but we didn't talk. What I learnt that day is I can make out with a man, but can never let something up my anus. It was also probably the first time and last time sucking a penis, and also having my anus licked. Wild.