The Malonge Tribe inhabits the remote Afua region of West Africa, sandwiched in a jungle area between Nigeria and Ghana. These fearsome African Tribesmen shun the rest of the world and keep to the old ways. The Malonge Tribe believes in the hunter-gatherer lifestyle. The Governments of Ghana and Nigeria have agreed to let the Malonge Tribe live in peace, as they prefer to avoid the modern world. These people know nothing of cellphones, cameras, airplanes and modern technologies. They are a world unto themselves.
Howard University anthropology grad student Stewart Whitmore has always been obsessed with primitive people, especially the ones of African descent. The tall, red-haired and gangly white dude chose to attend Howard University in Washington D.C. because he was obsessed with black culture. Openly bisexual, Stewart had dalliances with both black women and black men while attending Howard University. In spite of the Governments of America, Ghana and Nigeria forbidding him from contacting the Malonge Tribe, Stewart went and did just that. He was never seen again...
The Malonge Tribe numbers forty thousand, and their territory covers thousands of square kilometers, ranging from the Kafo river to the Adewale Plateau. Prince Zabor, son of King Mafo, is the Malonge Tribe's chief hunter and greatest warrior. The six-foot-six, muscular and dark-skinned African warrior is a wonder to behold. After a lengthy conflict with the marauders of the Gabor Tribe, it was decided by the rulers of both nations that Prince Zabor would marry Princess Lylah, daughter of King Yuro of the Gabor Tribe. Stewart, the pale stranger with the ever-present camera, befriended both Tribes and has documented the royal wedding.
"We are kindred spirits, I am different like you are different," Stewart said to Prince Zabor. The two men lay on the soft grass, basking in the sun by the Ofo lake. Earlier that day, Prince Zabor brought two impalas that would feed many of the Tribe. The other hunters brought springbok, zebra and other fine meats but the Prince was by far the best hunter. Stewart admired the Prince for his valor and athleticism. The man was a wonder.
"Yes we are," Prince Zabor replied, and Stewart grinned and nodded. The tall and slender, red-haired and green-eyed American smiled at the tall, dark and handsome African Tribal warrior. Like the rest of the Tribe, Prince Zabor wore only a loincloth. Stewart drew closer to the Prince and kissed him. After a brief hesitation, Prince Zabor kissed Stewart back. Emboldened, Stewart slid his hand between the Prince's thighs and grabbed his big black cock.
"Let me show you some western delights," Stewart said, and he then took Prince Zabor's big black cock into his mouth. The African warrior Prince sighed happily as the slim white man began sucking his big black cock. For a long time now, Prince Zabor has been feeling certain things which he kept to himself. The Prince was tall and handsome, and many women of the Tribe enjoyed it when he made love to them. Still, sometimes the Prince felt a certain longing when he looked at certain men. He didn't know what to think, until he met the Pale Stranger.