"Nice Shirt." "Thanks," Eddie Bocco answered. The man who had swung into position in front of him on the dance floor of Club Hercules was gorgeous. He was massive, muscular, and black—a black black even for Africa. Coal black. In contrast to Eddie, the man wasn't wearing a shirt at all. His torso was god-like and gleaming with a thin veneer of sweat in the...
The air conditioner rattled and hummed in the tropical air, but inside the office at the top of the iron staircase it felt as if it was doing nothing but stirring the humidity around. If there was any coolness, it came more from the big ceiling fan that whirled and clacked in the centre of the ceiling. Luca sat back in his office chair under the fan and smi...
Mahmoud's binoculars nearly fell out of his hand as he watched the young blond Adonis on the small yacht down in the Kusadasi harbor strip off his Speedo and stretch out on the roof of the yacht cabin to take in the sun. Mahmoud Noufeh enjoyed his voyeuristic pastime spying on men in the harbor from his tenth-floor balcony perch. He particularly enjoyed it w...
All this happened over thirty years ago in Africa, in a world slowly adapting to a future without its former white rulers. It was an exciting time and for a young man fresh out of veterinary school it was clearly the place for to go for adventure before settling down into the family practice. A government scheme for voluntary service overseas was in operatio...
A couple of things you should know about me: I'm 28 now, and I was 24 when this happened. I was on holiday, driving across Africa. My girlfriend was at home in England, and I guess that after four months away I was feeling pretty horny! It is not often that I meet a man I find attractive, but when I met John I was interested immediately. He wasn't the nices...
Davy and I had been best friends for several years in high school and were very close. We were best man at each other's wedding and lived only blocks away from each other in a mobile home park. He was the one who got me high on pot the first time, so getting together to get high was a frequent occurrence. Both of us were horny most of the time, enjoying goo...
When Kanga was growing up in a small village in Central Africa in the sixties there was only one white man around. And this man, a Greek who owned a small trading business, fascinated Kanga no end. Mr Antonopoulos' store was the only one for miles around. The buses used to stop right outside and passengers would alight to buy their groceries before continui...
"Oui, Oui! Baise-moi! Baise-moi!—Yes, yes, fuck me! Comme ça! Plus profound!—Like that. Deeper." I lay on the plastic sheeting on the hotel room bed, my hands gripping the brass rungs of the headboard overhead, my eyes wide, focused on the suddenly cruel smile on the face of the French businessman sitting next to me on the bed. The ceiling fan in the hot Ni...
I lay, panting, on the sandbar amidst a sea of similarly wet and miserable, yet grateful still to be breathing, passengers and crew members and watched the pride of the Dutch nation, the greatest ship ever afloat up to the first quarter of the seventieth century, list over and go onto its side on the sand bar. At high tide it surely would slip under the wave...
At dinner I got the inkling that the tent setup at the Elephant Camp West hadn't given Harvey and me quite the privacy during the midday siesta that we thought it had. Those with us on the safari down from Lake Nyasa to Victoria Falls had known we were a couple, certainly. We slept together at each stop. But since the afternoon there appeared to be a heighte...