it could go. At the same time, Jason grabbed his cock and began working it up and down frantically. Our breathing became labored, and that was the only sound to be heard other than the sucking I was making and his light moans.

After a few strokes, he came; it shot out of his cock and his hand stopped it from flying all over the bed. Then it dripped down, over his balls, and fell onto my forehead, and onto my hair. He fell to the side and watched my cock erupt all over my stomach, chest and face, and then crawled all over me, licking it off.

"Wow! That was unreal," Jason said, still panting.

"I know, baby. I know." I said, smiling.

We talked for a while, showered, and then slept, wrapped in each other.

The rest of our stay went much the same way. The sex was minimal, but exquisite. We ate our way through the town, and became literally the talk of the town everywhere we went. Heads turned and people seemed to kill themselves to make us welcome and happy. When we said goodbye to the Manager of Las Mananitas, he told us to come back soon, and we vowed to do exactly that.