The weight shifted and now that velvety head was pressing against my mouth, pushing my lips open and forcing its way inside. I raised my chin to try t... take it all as it pushed against the back of my throat, then withdrew just a little, only to plunge in again, making me gag and cough, but it didnt pull out, just started smoothly pumping, fucking my mouth as it had fucked my pussy. I caught the rhythm and started to suck that cock, twirling my tongue around the head as it pulled back, and using. We would spend two nights in each of our stops, giving us a day and a half to explore the area before getting on the next train. Thus we explored the towns of Rennes, Nantes and La Rochelle before arriving in Bordeaux. The first two of those were as you might expect of medium size cities, with no shortage of museums, cathedrals and the like. La Rochelle was very different, being coastal. It had oodles of history, not least being the base for Hitler’s U-boats, plus there was a 190ft tall. That was fine with me. They just wanted to be sure I knew what I was doing. Understandable.The first thing I did was register, and pay the 20-dollar 'use' fee. Then I went into another room, and looked around. There were about 15 people in the main room. Most of them were learning a specific form or style.I recognized several different styles. An elderly man of Asian descent approached me."Are you Mr. Lindsy?" he asked politely."Yes. I called and requested some time for practice," I answered."I. That was until I met Tom. We locked eyes on one of my rare nights out and I knew that I was going to have him. Even with my naivety and inexperience with sex, I pursued him. I wanted him to be inside me and doing all those things I could do so wonderfully to myself, to me. He took me to his flat and I could feel the excitement rising, I was already wet with anticipation; before I’d even walked through the door. Petrified. We walked up the stairs, his hand on the small of my back. His bed.