The city of Nairobi is one with an intoxicating mix of charm, revelry, sex, charisma, violence, beauty and those on the downlow.
This new series seeks to explore the characteristics of the city through a group of friends who explore what the capital has to offer, in an increasingly global, gay and close-knit community. I hope you enjoy it!
****
Max hurriedly bundled the computer on his desk into his duffle bag and gathered a pen that lay on the shared desk infront of him, together with a notepad and the directional print-out he'd sneaked from the Printer in the adjacent room from the open plan work area of FundiCorp, and edgy, new Tech Hub to the West of Nairobi.
He was (almost) late for an interview he had across the city, and this being his very last chance at leaving FundiCorp, the company that had frustrated him for three years, he wasn;t about to let the chance just slip away.
'You seem in an awful hurry... where's the fire?' Ciku, the boss' friendly Personal Assistant chimmed in, as she happened to walk by on her way to the conference room. She had a prim figure, tiny hands, a beautifu monoprint dress that fit perfectly to her body and pumps that always seemed to gleam. Despite her looks, she was way older than Max was.
'Oh, hey Ciku. I didn't see you there.' I managed, after zipping up my bag, placing it on my shoulder and straightening my tie. 'I'm just very late for a meeting. I don't know where the time went.'
'There's nothing new there', she smiled cheekily, obviously in reference to how often I've been in to the office a few minutes past the hour. 'but you'll still deliver, I'm certain. All the best, and with the traffic!'
Max was already out the door before he could see her devilishly sweet smile again, walking towards the bus stop to get to the nearest matatu.
'Mkubwa, where to at this time of day?' barked the askari at the entrance to FundiCorp. 'We're used to seeing you leave the office at ungodly hours.'
Not that Max owed him an explanation, but he felt obliged to make an excuse, seeing as such there was a peculiarity to the hour and this may be an opportunity that got him away from FundiCorp. 'Just a few meetings I'm late for, Julius. A busy afternoon ahead!'
'Okay, come back with some chai.'
What was it with watchmen and chai? I qualmed. But I didn't have time to process that further.
Max was an attractive bloke, 26 years old and in good shape as he regularly went to the Emerald Suites that were a 15 minute run away from his Kilimani apartment. An apartment that he'd worked hard to keep snazzy and elegant, but one which he frequently hosted his cousins, an aunt or parents over at whenever they were in the city. And they happened to come in unannounced on quite the many occasions.
A matatu came within 5 minutes, and he boarded it, clutching on to his beige duffle bag, as he stretched out his firmly moulded thick thighs onto the knee-high bar at the front of the Public Service Vehicle, and took out his phone, going straight to Whatsapp for what was meant to be a 20 minute journey. He hadn't activated his internet all morning, and sure enough the messages streamed in one after the other.
As the messages came in, he put on his earphones and opened his Music Gallery, heading straight for some Beyonce Remixes he'd been given by a cute DJ, Imani. The guy, with a perfect rangi ya pesa, or light, complexion (he didn't know what was so attractive about light skinned guys, but they just were), thick juicy and red lips, wide watery eyes, a hint of abs on his torso and a perfectly moulded frame that was surely an excellent swimmers body and amazing smile.
Max remembered how he had met Imani at the then Tacos Club in the city.
******
He happened to be on an evening drink-up after work with his close friend, Lucy and she mentioned how she has a room mate who was coming over to give her the keys as he went to his night shift at another bar in Westlands. What she hadn't mentioned was how cute he was.
Imani sauntered into the balcony of the downtown club in nothing more than fitting jeans, that held on to his frame rather seductively, and a tight fitting white tee that hugged his broad chest and triceps in a hypnotic way, to Max of course. He didn't want to be caught staring though, but gently licked his lips.
'Here's the keys, Lucy.' he said in such a husky that Max felt himself melting further inside, and plopped the bunch into her hand and went on, 'Jane (Lucy's cousin) is away at Patrick's (her boyfriend) tonight so there's no one home.
'They'd better get married already, it's been what, 2 years? If it were me, let's just say we'd have a kid and be co-habiting already'.
'And who might this be?' his perfectly shaped eyebrows raised as he turned to me and stretched out his hand.
'M..m.. Max' he managed rather weakly, and straightened himself up further. 'Nice to meet you.' He wasn't going to act all gay around someone he barely knew, but his knees were weak.
Are we still holding hands? He asked himself. What's happening?
Max's Gaydar may have been off the charts, but the look on Lucy's face was one of discouraging all such thoughts and notions.
'Don't make me bring a mop for all that saliva, Max' Lucy teased.
'Why on Earth didn't you tell me you have such a hot roomie?' he enthused, right after Imani had headed off. 'When am I visiting you again by the way?'
The two friends both laughed at that. Lucy then straightened up, 'Seriously though, what's the matter with you. You realize you've been single for years now. Is there something I'm missing? Is something not functioning?' she pointed at my crotch and giggled.
'I honestly don't know, my dear. All I know is that it will happen at its own time.' and I sipped by glass of white wine.
It was a weeknight, and suddenly the two friends felt like the night was still young, albeit it being just past 9.00pm. A few more glasses of white wine and Black Ices later and the pair were as jovial as a Weekend pair could be.
******
'Shopping Centre, shukisha!' the conductor said, as Max alighted and hurried down the grove that was bracketed by a canopy of jacaranda trees. Nairobi this time of year was simply beautiful, with the trees and flowers brimming with colour and gentle aroma.
With Drunk in Love booming from his earphones as he walked down the pathway, a text message came in from Placcard Advertising, from the Admin, asking where he was as he was already ten minutes late.
His heart leapt. Please hold on for a few minutes. He chose to ignore the text and get to his destination as fast as he could.
On arriving there, the facade of the premises was nothing like the artistic and somewhat urbane he was used to at FundiCorp. A short driveway led up to a Bungalow of a house-cum-office block that had a swooping roofline and faded white walls. A huge banner that boasted the corporate colours and livery of the organization lined the edge of the house. The askari ushered Max into a waiting area at the front of the premises as he disappeared into the building.
15 minutes later, Max found himself in front of a panel of three Directors: Mrs. Karanja, Mr. Mellow and Mr. Abdul, a Clerk, Agnes, and the HR Administrator, named Jim Waceke.
Max was pleased that he resonated well with the Directors, and he seemed to have a good repertoire with the Admin, so he felt confident after a while that he had made the best impression he could. Of course they mentioned his lateness, but he feigned having misread the timing of 3.00pm for 2.30pm, and that was that. He could be forgiven for one little white lie couldn't he?
It was 4.30pm when the Interview, which happened to be more of an insightful conversation, was done, and Max knew there was no way he was heading back to the office on a Friday evening, with the horrendous traffic in Nairobi.
Thank God home is in the opposite direction. What are the guys upto this evening?
Exiting the gate of Placcard Advertising, where he was applying for the role of a Digital Communications & Public Relations Specialist, Max took out his phone again and Whatsapped the friends group that had Mercy, Jeremy, Chema and Mwendo. These were his four closest friends at the moment, and his partners in crime.
Max: Where the Party @ tonight, peeps? We better be doing it big?
Mercy: Yeah, I'm totally feeling this evening. (which was a surprising response from her, considering she was always lethargic and such a homebody).
Jeremy: You know me, I'm always down for whatever! But we've definitely got to try out this new joint near West that's got some sizzling strippers yo!
Max: You know I've never been to a strip joint! No way...
Jeremy: Loosen up Max. Not that ratchet. It's just a chill place that have dancers on poles and stuff. Plus I hear the waiters are really hot!
Mwendo: I'm in. Sounds like fun. Besides, if it's not, we've definitely got a load of options.
Mercy: See you guys at 7pm then? ( Max lived near Mercy, so definitely they'd meet up sometime before).
Max: Okay. See you guys at 7pm.
Jeremy: Max. We know you and your terrible time keeping. You'd better be at my place by 7pm, or else.
Mwendo: Mmh hmm. What Jeremy said.
(everyone in the group drops lols)
Max took a boda boda bike home to beat the traffic and get sufficient time to freshen up, meet up with Mercy and get across the city within the agreed time. As he alighted from the boda, his phone pinged and he checked to see who it was: a message from his neighbour, Ndung'u. 'Are you home, by any chance?'
'Weird, just got to my gate. Lol'
'Nice. Pop by for a visit?'. Max smiled to himself, knowing what Ndung'u was secretly suggesting.
'Sure... but I've got like 40 minutes, I've got to be off for some work thing,' Max lied.
He paid the boda guy 50 bob for his services and made a bee-line to his neighbours apartment block, just across the street from his abode.
Ndung'u was a slim young Bank Teller, who was actually older than Max, but had such a juicy and attractive body, he could hardly say no. He used to blame Max for always seducing him, but they both knew better... they both wanted it. They shared a palpable sex drive that was occasionally satiated by random calls and texts after months of silence.
His apartment was actually a bedsitter, with a small couch and tea table facing an old fashioned television set, and a Queen-sized mahogany bed directly opposite, but within the same room. Only the kitchen and the bathroom area were separate from the main room.
Sex was a delicate affair to just commence with right away. It would be awkward to start ripping clothes off immediately, even though Max and Ndung'u were both hot for each other. Max knew how to push certain buttons though, as he plonked himself down onto the sofa next to the cute man and pulled his thighs over his own, gently caressing him.
'How've you been? What's new?' Max began the small talk.
'You know I've always wanted you to be my boyfriend. But you refused'
'When was that? All I remember is I'm the one who drops you texts sometimes and you're always brief and busy.'
'That's not how I remember it, Maxie. Mmmhh...' he moaned, as Max's rubbing got bolder and explored his crotch. His touch proceeded boldly towards Ndung's crotch as the young man adjusted his seating and came between Max's spread out thighs, pushing his ass back onto Max and laying his head over his left shoulder.
Max gripped onto Ndung'u's lithe body tight, starting to kiss his neck, as his hands explored downward, pulling Ndung'u tighter to him and grabbing his dick as he pushed back his juicy bubble butt into his groin area. Both of them vigorously rubbed against each other, as Ndung'u started to whisper into Max's ears 'fuck me... fuck me Maxie. You always make me so horny.'
He didn't need to be asked twice, as he yanked off Ndung'u's tiny shorts and blue briefs and he swiftly grabbed a condom from the depths of his wallet and pushed it on.
'Got any lube? Lotion?' Ndung'u pointed to the cabinet next to the bed.
Less than a minute later, he yanked his feet over the sofa and positioned his 8 inch thick and veiny beast over the susceptible warm moist hole that awaited. He plunged in gently but firmly, as Ndung'u gasped at the size of the thing that was probing his tightness. He loved the sensation of the beast that filled his depths completely as he held onto Max's arms and swallowed up the dick.
'Yes... Yes... Mmmh...' Ndung'u moaned.
'You like that...' Max yelped in between thrusts as he picked up his pace and spread Ndungu's legs wider. 'Tell me you like the feeling of my cock in your tightness.'
'I love it baby... please don't stop!'
The two made numerous sounds and movements as they ground intermittently and thoroughly against each other with such passion that the sofa kept sliding back and forth, as sweat dripped from the two. Just a mutual climax approached, there was a loud bang at the door.
Even as someone fiddled with keys to open the closed door, nothing could have stopped the orgasmic wave that overtook Max at that moment...
This new series seeks to explore the characteristics of the city through a group of friends who explore what the capital has to offer, in an increasingly global, gay and close-knit community. I hope you enjoy it!
****
Max hurriedly bundled the computer on his desk into his duffle bag and gathered a pen that lay on the shared desk infront of him, together with a notepad and the directional print-out he'd sneaked from the Printer in the adjacent room from the open plan work area of FundiCorp, and edgy, new Tech Hub to the West of Nairobi.
He was (almost) late for an interview he had across the city, and this being his very last chance at leaving FundiCorp, the company that had frustrated him for three years, he wasn;t about to let the chance just slip away.
'You seem in an awful hurry... where's the fire?' Ciku, the boss' friendly Personal Assistant chimmed in, as she happened to walk by on her way to the conference room. She had a prim figure, tiny hands, a beautifu monoprint dress that fit perfectly to her body and pumps that always seemed to gleam. Despite her looks, she was way older than Max was.
'Oh, hey Ciku. I didn't see you there.' I managed, after zipping up my bag, placing it on my shoulder and straightening my tie. 'I'm just very late for a meeting. I don't know where the time went.'
'There's nothing new there', she smiled cheekily, obviously in reference to how often I've been in to the office a few minutes past the hour. 'but you'll still deliver, I'm certain. All the best, and with the traffic!'
Max was already out the door before he could see her devilishly sweet smile again, walking towards the bus stop to get to the nearest matatu.
'Mkubwa, where to at this time of day?' barked the askari at the entrance to FundiCorp. 'We're used to seeing you leave the office at ungodly hours.'
Not that Max owed him an explanation, but he felt obliged to make an excuse, seeing as such there was a peculiarity to the hour and this may be an opportunity that got him away from FundiCorp. 'Just a few meetings I'm late for, Julius. A busy afternoon ahead!'
'Okay, come back with some chai.'
What was it with watchmen and chai? I qualmed. But I didn't have time to process that further.
Max was an attractive bloke, 26 years old and in good shape as he regularly went to the Emerald Suites that were a 15 minute run away from his Kilimani apartment. An apartment that he'd worked hard to keep snazzy and elegant, but one which he frequently hosted his cousins, an aunt or parents over at whenever they were in the city. And they happened to come in unannounced on quite the many occasions.
A matatu came within 5 minutes, and he boarded it, clutching on to his beige duffle bag, as he stretched out his firmly moulded thick thighs onto the knee-high bar at the front of the Public Service Vehicle, and took out his phone, going straight to Whatsapp for what was meant to be a 20 minute journey. He hadn't activated his internet all morning, and sure enough the messages streamed in one after the other.
As the messages came in, he put on his earphones and opened his Music Gallery, heading straight for some Beyonce Remixes he'd been given by a cute DJ, Imani. The guy, with a perfect rangi ya pesa, or light, complexion (he didn't know what was so attractive about light skinned guys, but they just were), thick juicy and red lips, wide watery eyes, a hint of abs on his torso and a perfectly moulded frame that was surely an excellent swimmers body and amazing smile.
Max remembered how he had met Imani at the then Tacos Club in the city.
******
He happened to be on an evening drink-up after work with his close friend, Lucy and she mentioned how she has a room mate who was coming over to give her the keys as he went to his night shift at another bar in Westlands. What she hadn't mentioned was how cute he was.
Imani sauntered into the balcony of the downtown club in nothing more than fitting jeans, that held on to his frame rather seductively, and a tight fitting white tee that hugged his broad chest and triceps in a hypnotic way, to Max of course. He didn't want to be caught staring though, but gently licked his lips.
'Here's the keys, Lucy.' he said in such a husky that Max felt himself melting further inside, and plopped the bunch into her hand and went on, 'Jane (Lucy's cousin) is away at Patrick's (her boyfriend) tonight so there's no one home.
'They'd better get married already, it's been what, 2 years? If it were me, let's just say we'd have a kid and be co-habiting already'.
'And who might this be?' his perfectly shaped eyebrows raised as he turned to me and stretched out his hand.
'M..m.. Max' he managed rather weakly, and straightened himself up further. 'Nice to meet you.' He wasn't going to act all gay around someone he barely knew, but his knees were weak.
Are we still holding hands? He asked himself. What's happening?
Max's Gaydar may have been off the charts, but the look on Lucy's face was one of discouraging all such thoughts and notions.
'Don't make me bring a mop for all that saliva, Max' Lucy teased.
'Why on Earth didn't you tell me you have such a hot roomie?' he enthused, right after Imani had headed off. 'When am I visiting you again by the way?'
The two friends both laughed at that. Lucy then straightened up, 'Seriously though, what's the matter with you. You realize you've been single for years now. Is there something I'm missing? Is something not functioning?' she pointed at my crotch and giggled.
'I honestly don't know, my dear. All I know is that it will happen at its own time.' and I sipped by glass of white wine.
It was a weeknight, and suddenly the two friends felt like the night was still young, albeit it being just past 9.00pm. A few more glasses of white wine and Black Ices later and the pair were as jovial as a Weekend pair could be.
******
'Shopping Centre, shukisha!' the conductor said, as Max alighted and hurried down the grove that was bracketed by a canopy of jacaranda trees. Nairobi this time of year was simply beautiful, with the trees and flowers brimming with colour and gentle aroma.
With Drunk in Love booming from his earphones as he walked down the pathway, a text message came in from Placcard Advertising, from the Admin, asking where he was as he was already ten minutes late.
His heart leapt. Please hold on for a few minutes. He chose to ignore the text and get to his destination as fast as he could.
On arriving there, the facade of the premises was nothing like the artistic and somewhat urbane he was used to at FundiCorp. A short driveway led up to a Bungalow of a house-cum-office block that had a swooping roofline and faded white walls. A huge banner that boasted the corporate colours and livery of the organization lined the edge of the house. The askari ushered Max into a waiting area at the front of the premises as he disappeared into the building.
15 minutes later, Max found himself in front of a panel of three Directors: Mrs. Karanja, Mr. Mellow and Mr. Abdul, a Clerk, Agnes, and the HR Administrator, named Jim Waceke.
Max was pleased that he resonated well with the Directors, and he seemed to have a good repertoire with the Admin, so he felt confident after a while that he had made the best impression he could. Of course they mentioned his lateness, but he feigned having misread the timing of 3.00pm for 2.30pm, and that was that. He could be forgiven for one little white lie couldn't he?
It was 4.30pm when the Interview, which happened to be more of an insightful conversation, was done, and Max knew there was no way he was heading back to the office on a Friday evening, with the horrendous traffic in Nairobi.
Thank God home is in the opposite direction. What are the guys upto this evening?
Exiting the gate of Placcard Advertising, where he was applying for the role of a Digital Communications & Public Relations Specialist, Max took out his phone again and Whatsapped the friends group that had Mercy, Jeremy, Chema and Mwendo. These were his four closest friends at the moment, and his partners in crime.
Max: Where the Party @ tonight, peeps? We better be doing it big?
Mercy: Yeah, I'm totally feeling this evening. (which was a surprising response from her, considering she was always lethargic and such a homebody).
Jeremy: You know me, I'm always down for whatever! But we've definitely got to try out this new joint near West that's got some sizzling strippers yo!
Max: You know I've never been to a strip joint! No way...
Jeremy: Loosen up Max. Not that ratchet. It's just a chill place that have dancers on poles and stuff. Plus I hear the waiters are really hot!
Mwendo: I'm in. Sounds like fun. Besides, if it's not, we've definitely got a load of options.
Mercy: See you guys at 7pm then? ( Max lived near Mercy, so definitely they'd meet up sometime before).
Max: Okay. See you guys at 7pm.
Jeremy: Max. We know you and your terrible time keeping. You'd better be at my place by 7pm, or else.
Mwendo: Mmh hmm. What Jeremy said.
(everyone in the group drops lols)
Max took a boda boda bike home to beat the traffic and get sufficient time to freshen up, meet up with Mercy and get across the city within the agreed time. As he alighted from the boda, his phone pinged and he checked to see who it was: a message from his neighbour, Ndung'u. 'Are you home, by any chance?'
'Weird, just got to my gate. Lol'
'Nice. Pop by for a visit?'. Max smiled to himself, knowing what Ndung'u was secretly suggesting.
'Sure... but I've got like 40 minutes, I've got to be off for some work thing,' Max lied.
He paid the boda guy 50 bob for his services and made a bee-line to his neighbours apartment block, just across the street from his abode.
Ndung'u was a slim young Bank Teller, who was actually older than Max, but had such a juicy and attractive body, he could hardly say no. He used to blame Max for always seducing him, but they both knew better... they both wanted it. They shared a palpable sex drive that was occasionally satiated by random calls and texts after months of silence.
His apartment was actually a bedsitter, with a small couch and tea table facing an old fashioned television set, and a Queen-sized mahogany bed directly opposite, but within the same room. Only the kitchen and the bathroom area were separate from the main room.
Sex was a delicate affair to just commence with right away. It would be awkward to start ripping clothes off immediately, even though Max and Ndung'u were both hot for each other. Max knew how to push certain buttons though, as he plonked himself down onto the sofa next to the cute man and pulled his thighs over his own, gently caressing him.
'How've you been? What's new?' Max began the small talk.
'You know I've always wanted you to be my boyfriend. But you refused'
'When was that? All I remember is I'm the one who drops you texts sometimes and you're always brief and busy.'
'That's not how I remember it, Maxie. Mmmhh...' he moaned, as Max's rubbing got bolder and explored his crotch. His touch proceeded boldly towards Ndung's crotch as the young man adjusted his seating and came between Max's spread out thighs, pushing his ass back onto Max and laying his head over his left shoulder.
Max gripped onto Ndung'u's lithe body tight, starting to kiss his neck, as his hands explored downward, pulling Ndung'u tighter to him and grabbing his dick as he pushed back his juicy bubble butt into his groin area. Both of them vigorously rubbed against each other, as Ndung'u started to whisper into Max's ears 'fuck me... fuck me Maxie. You always make me so horny.'
He didn't need to be asked twice, as he yanked off Ndung'u's tiny shorts and blue briefs and he swiftly grabbed a condom from the depths of his wallet and pushed it on.
'Got any lube? Lotion?' Ndung'u pointed to the cabinet next to the bed.
Less than a minute later, he yanked his feet over the sofa and positioned his 8 inch thick and veiny beast over the susceptible warm moist hole that awaited. He plunged in gently but firmly, as Ndung'u gasped at the size of the thing that was probing his tightness. He loved the sensation of the beast that filled his depths completely as he held onto Max's arms and swallowed up the dick.
'Yes... Yes... Mmmh...' Ndung'u moaned.
'You like that...' Max yelped in between thrusts as he picked up his pace and spread Ndungu's legs wider. 'Tell me you like the feeling of my cock in your tightness.'
'I love it baby... please don't stop!'
The two made numerous sounds and movements as they ground intermittently and thoroughly against each other with such passion that the sofa kept sliding back and forth, as sweat dripped from the two. Just a mutual climax approached, there was a loud bang at the door.
Even as someone fiddled with keys to open the closed door, nothing could have stopped the orgasmic wave that overtook Max at that moment...
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