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tested and fit. Just enjoy it.
Changa climbed onto the bed and lay with his back against the head of it, legs spread. He
offered his cock to Guy again. With a whimper, Guy put his head down and began to suck in
earnest. When he felt strange hands on his buttocks, he went rigid. But Changa s soothing voice
said, Go on, Guy, carry on. No one s going to hurt you. I would never let anything hurt
someone I love. But we re all friends here.
He pulled away to say. No, Tabansi, really, I can t do this.
Changa stroked his head. Listen, Guy, I brought you here because I love you. Because
you ve missed out. None of this matters, nothing matters but what we are to each other. But if
you ease up, enjoy this, you ll have memories which will last you for ever.
But Tabansi, these other men&
They re nothing. They mean nothing. But they ll make you feel good. That s all I want.
I don t&
Do it for me, Guy, please. I want to see your pleasure.
Strong fingers were probing his anus, and he could feel cool gel being squeezed into him. He
wanted to turn his head to see who was doing this to him, but Changa held his head in a firm
grip, moving it up and down on his erection. The fingers were replaced by the unmistakeable
nudging of the head of a cock, and it drove inwards, hard. Guy stopped sucking to concentrate on
the extraordinary feeling in his bowels. The two men began working in concert, the sensations so
intense that Guy felt as if he were conscious of every nerve ending in his body. There was
movement beneath him, and he became aware that a third man had slid in the small space
between his body and the bed. And then he felt lips close on his cock, and firm suction drawing
it downwards.
This was the point where he surrendered completely. The feeling of being touched,
penetrated, abused, indulged, was overwhelming. His body became a mass of sensations, and he
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felt exalted and dirty at the same time. It was marvellous, terrifying and absolutely irresistible.
The night wore on, full of wonderful, wild experiences. Finally, when Guy was completely
exhausted, Changa settled him down on the bed in the cabin and slept with his arms wrapped
around him until the sun rose high in the sky.
It was his last day in Mandisa, and although Guy begged to be allowed to go back to his hotel
to sleep, Major Changa insisted on giving him the full tour of the capital. They saw the
parliament building, the presidential palace, the high court, all the major ministries. Changa was
derisive. Our government now is rubbish. It s because of them that we re in this mess. Firm
action early on in the conflict could have prevented so much misery. But they lack boldness,
conviction&
After the tour, he took Guy back to the hotel and fucked him tenderly, until he felt that the
soreness in his anus became a contributory factor in his enjoyment.
On the following morning, Changa arrived at the hotel in full uniform to take him to the
airport. There, on the concourse, they said goodbye.
I will never forget you, Guy said. You have changed my life forever.
And I will never forget you. In different circumstances, in a different life, we could have
been together. You re quite different from any other man I ve been with. So na�ve and yet so
very, very wicked. I ll always have my memories of you. And every time I sit down to write at
my desk, I ll run my hand across that shiny surface and remember you and what we did
together.
Changa gave a smart salute and turned sharply, walking away without a backward glance.
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Chapter 4
In his small office in London, Guy Maltravers sat at his desk, working without much
enthusiasm on a feature on a new Latin American oil and gas pipeline. When the Foreign News
Editor appeared at his door, a sheaf of papers in his hand, he abandoned his work with relief.
Hugh, what can I do for you? He gestured towards the only other chair apart from his own.
Sit down. Just chuck those books on the floor.
The Foreign News Editor did as he said, looking round the little room. Guy had made it his
own, with family pictures on the wall of his wife, his twin sons, now twelve, and his ten-year-old
daughter.
Guy, I ve just been going through this list of events for next month, and I see one that s
right up your street.
Guy leaned back in his chair.
You re an expert on Mandisa, aren t you?
Guy smiled. Well, I don t know about being an expert. I ve been there, a long time ago.
These days, that counts as expertise. Was it a good trip?
Well, yes. Guy looked down at his hands, fiddling with his wedding ring. Very
interesting in many ways.
Interesting? Interesting good, or interesting bad?
Both. I nearly got killed. But I learned things which& Let s say my life changed after that
visit to Mandisa.
The editor nodded. Excellent. Well, you can dig out the old stuff, about the civil war, the
peace, all of that. We ll build it up over this month.
Amused, Guy said, Brilliant, Hugh, but you haven t told me what it is yet.
Oh sorry, long day, brain going. He stabbed at his list with a pen. The president is coming
for a state visit. Big deal, reception at the Palace, dinner at Number 10, lots of contracts up for
grabs, the works. He ll give one interview. To us. I d like you to do it. All right?
Guy stared at him as if he hadn t heard properly.
Guy? Is that okay?
God, sorry, Hugh. Like you said, long day, brain going. Yes, of course. I d love to do it.
He shook himself, pulling a notebook towards him. So in the run-up, what we need is a review
of the past, something about how it was all resolved and an overview of Mandisa now.
Hugh nodded. That s exactly it. Excellent. Well, thanks, old chap. He ticked his list with
an air of finality and got up to go. Oh, and a profile of the president, I think. You know, the man
who saved the nation. The gentle coup. How he took over from a corrupt government, stopped
the civil war and brought Mandisa back into the international fold. He's a fascinating character.
Yes, fascinating. Thank you, Hugh.
When he was alone, Guy stood up and went to stare out of the window and at the sludge-
coloured Thames far below. It was ten years since he d spent that extraordinary month in
Mandisa, and what had happened to him then had shaped everything in his life since. He d come
back with a great story, an exclusive, and he d written it well. Turning back towards the room for
a moment, he glanced at the citations and awards, now slightly yellowing, hanging around the
walls. He d won prizes for that piece of journalism. The articles he d written had tipped the
balance, shocked people in the West into realising that the civil war wasn t one of equals and that
the rebels were a very bad thing. When the weak government in Mandisa was ousted in a
bloodless coup, and the corrupt president replaced by a military strong man who promised to
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return the country to democracy, there had been widespread sympathy and support. At last,
money poured in to the government side, and this had made all the difference in the war. Guy
smiled reminiscently. It had been his tiny mark on history.
And off the back of it, he d got his promotion.
Suddenly, and with amazing clarity, he remembered how he d felt on that endless plane
journey home. Of course, he d thought long and hard about what had happened to him. He d
been so sore, his anus, his penis, even his nipples, and the sensation had created a bodily glow
which lasted him right through to Heathrow. But reflecting on his debauch, he d concluded it had
been an aberration, some weird emotional crisis. He was grateful that it could be contained; no [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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