This time she tried to pull away, but I was too close to the edge to let her go. After a little more thrusting I pushed my entire cock down her throat...cutting off her last source of air by smashing her nose against me. I held her that way while I came down her throat, even after the shivers subsided and I was spent I didnt let her pull away because I didnt want my orgasm to be over. But I didnt want her to die so I finally let her go. She fell down on my bed with a thump and now that the edge. .. but I was not.. not yet!I thanked them all, picked up my clothes, and went about finding more guys to fulfill my fantasies.. strolling butt naked through the wooded area of the park, aching for cock, I finally saw two black guys who were hesitantly fondling each other.I could see neither of them was thrilled about the prospect of being bottom, so I approached, still stark naked, dropped on my knees without a word, and took over the fondling.. they caught on pretty quick and I saw both had. He kissed me and said "thanks babe" i smiled and was getting to term with someone apart from kye calling me babe i silently thought to my self this isnt the kind of hotel im acustom to staying in. i asked him if he just got out the shower he smiled and nodded his head in the yes direction. we got on the bed and i handed him a botte of coke (the drink not the drug) i opened mine and it fizzed all over me. harvey was laughing so hard he was crying. i asked him in a playful manner "do you think. It was just me and my guitar…and as I strum along the melancholic chords and lyrics, A. joined me for the chorus… I don’t know if it was the situation I found myself in…or whether I was more home sick that I realised or if it was the fact of sharing a private Mauritian moment with another Mauritian…but as I carried on strumming the song of Desiré Francois, tears started rolling down my cheeks. I didn’t have to explain anything… A. understood perfectly. He understood the reason for my.