At last my army unit was notified that we were being transferred from Austria to Italy. This was great for me; I love both countries and looked forward to living in Italy. I still had a few days to go until we moved out. I hated to leave the beautiful city of Salzburg, but knew I would find new adventures in Italy.

One night, when I was on my way home from work, I went to a good Austrian restaurant for my favorite dinner, Wiener Schnitzel. After devouring that great dinner, I was walking back to my car and was headed back to the apartment that I had rented during the time I lived in Salzburg. I was surprised to see a very well dressed black gentleman approaching me. He asked me, in a perfect British English accent, for the location of the local casino. I knew where it was located so I walked with him toward the casino. As we walked, we were talking and I asked him a few questions about where he lived and what kind of a country it was.

He told me that he lived in Kenya, Africa, with his wife and family. He said that his wife was in London, going to a school for a month to learn how to be a proper hostess. During this month, he was supposed to tour Europe. He had been to several countries in Europe and was getting a little tired of traveling and being alone. He invited me into the casino for a drink. As we were having our drinks we became good friends and shared a lot of jokes and enjoyed each other. He turned out to be a super guy and I enjoyed being with him. This guy was tall, black, about 40 years old and showed a great muscular body. His family must have been well off because he spent money very easily and he paid for everything. Hey, how could I miss?

He asked me out for dinner the next evening after my Army work was finished. He wanted to have a nice dinner, so I recommended we have dinner at the Cafe Winkler. This cafe was located on top of a cliff, overlooking the city of Salzburg. We got into the elevator that took us through the mountain and to the top and the cafe. Our dinner was superb to say the lease. He paid the bill (expensive) and we got on the elevator to go down to street level.

As we exited the elevator and walked onto the street, this very beautiful girl was so friendly and she let us know that she was available for sex. My new friend looked her over and was about ready to go with her. Then he changed his mind and the two of us walked back to my car. I told him about another place that was located on a mountaintop and we drove there. Once there we had a couple of beers and a good conversation.

We talked about the beautiful prostitute that we had just talked with. He said he wanted to go with her, but was afraid of catching something. I asked him about sex in Kenya. It was there and all kinds of sex were available. He told me about some of the sex that was available in Kenya. I felt free with him, so I asked him about gay life in Kenya. Well, he told me that there was plenty of that in Kenya also. He said that he had