After a few movements the foreskin pulls back. I take him deep to the gag point and hold him, I follow this with some rapid movement and he starts to...laugh and says "fur immer". (forever) I come off and ask "was?" "Kitzeln, nie cum"Basically "Tickle and I'll never cum" Well, this is a challenge, with that declared I was absolutely going to work on earning a mouthful of semen. I went back to holding him deep which earned me a "Oh sehr gut" and I used my tongue to massage the lower base of. Tim was keeping me informed about his flights back home. It took more than twenty-four hours for him to arrive safely at his place.I was happy when he wrote me that he arrived home.I was talking with my friends Linh and Ngoc about my life, about Tim, about my options for the future. They both work at the same company. It was clear that I had something like three options.Option One was that I would stay in Viet Nam and that my parents would look for a Vietnamese guy for me, that I would marry. .although she wondered in her private thoughts if Al found her attractive..The afternoon quickly turned into evening and it was time to hit the speed dating night. They arrived at the venue both happy and engrossed in each other, after some time the penny dropped that they had fucked up and in true style turned up a the wrong venue…they both collapsed with laughter and ordered drinks at the bar. The evening passed like a flash and Al and Dawny were both in a good place. The owner of the bar. Not much glory for the long-relief guy -- but, hell, I didn't care. I was 24 years old and in the big leagues! Asking for more would have been like pouting on Christmas morning!Sure, I had my dreams of being a starting pitcher, but I was determined to be patient, and to be a team guy. I was a rookie, after all. Rookies were like children -- they were to be seen and not heard.Our manager was a rookie, too -- Paul Warren, just up to the Big Club after three years managing the Orioles' Double-A.