When the white haired man stepped back, the sailor looked the other man over. Finally the sailor continued, "I don't think you're English, who are you...and how did you get here?" I'm sorry, how rude of me. I am ... or should I say, I was the captain of the French frigate L'Insurgente,"The young first mate interrupted the man as he blurted out, "You were the captain of the L'Insurgente?" The first mate was so awestruck at the information he had rudely cut in over the captain. The older man nodded. "Your wife will not go home barren. Her belly will be carrying my seed...and my seed and her egg will bring a baby into this world. Of that there is NO doubt."Once again, my penis responded by throbbing and pulsing, confined though it was behind my slacks and undershorts. The energy I felt was partly due to the fact that I had not had any sex with Mara several months prior to flying down to Kenya to meet Omar! It had been my choice, of course, but now that we were actually there with Omar, my. I had a ton of time on my hands during the day, especially because my dad and his legal partner were in court all day at least two or three days a week. This was in the pre-Grindr era (I’m dating myself), so one of the only ways to meet guys in a place like that was Craigslist. I had a few friends at college who were into older guys or something else that you couldn’t find on our small liberal arts campus, so I knew the basics but I had never tried it myself. Still, it took me about two days to. I was a little nervous as I entered what was his bedroom. There were pictures of him and another girl with lots of tattoos and piercings on the dresser. "Is this your girlfriend?" "Oh no, baby. She just a friend. I got my phone over here, baby." He was turned away from me with his hands down holding what I assumed was his phone, but when he turned around he had his penis out. It was long and skinny with a piercing on the tip. I didn't even know you could pierce that. My mouth was open staring.