I miss the laid back nature of Boston’s African-Americans. In Boston, a Black man is seen as a brother by the Black men and Black women he encounter.... In Ottawa, he is seen as a stranger. There is very little love between the different Black groups in Ottawa. And that my friends is a problem. I also noticed that Black Canadians don’t seem to think much of themselves. I’m paying international fees to attend Carleton University in the city of Ottawa because I consider it a damn fine school.. It definitely looked impressive. I was so anxious, a throaty groan escaped my dry mouth."Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked. "Thought you wanted some cock."I reached up and spread his robe allowing his semi hard cock to spring free."Mmmmm," I moaned as his big dick was released."You like what you see boy?" he chuckled."Yes Sir," I replied as I stuck out my tongue and twirled it around his bulbous gland. The taste of his precum made my cock twitch. This monster at full mast would be about. I was in an end booth down the first hallway. I have left the door unlocked and hoped someone would join. I sat there in the dark stroking my hard erect cock anticipating a partner to come in. As always shortly the door cracked open in opened and a young man entered. I glanced at him checking him out. He was a middle 20's Latino man very good looking and a well formed body. He unzipped and took out his now hard cock.It was all of 7 inches an thick in size. I squatted in front of him reached up. My dick sprung out 8-inches long its head just below the water. She knelt down, opened her mouth and put my cock in..My GOD it was unbelievable. For a rookie she was good, Before long my entire length was down her throat. As she went up and down on me (not once surfacing from the water) her tongue swirled around I felt my balls tingle her ears were still above water as I grunted, “I’m cumming” but she kept going, blast after blast of my seed went into her throat as she drained me dry.Her head.