#24144 - Our hair dripping down our faces, and our jeans heavy and stuck to our legs, we were immersed in a slobbering exchange of tongues and heavy breathing as we heard a passing straight couple shout out from under their umbrella as they ran by, “Wehey! Go to it boys!” That’s what I love about Liverpool! Back at my hotel, we had barely closed the door of my room when this time it was Sean’s turn to grab hold of me. Sucking and licking feverishly around his anus, my tongue darted in and out of his hole, while my hand masturbated his aching organ, now pointing down towards his own face. The people are sometimes a little wayward, in a cheeky, loveable way but they are so friendly and I never feel at risk walking the city streets late at night – even though, perhaps I should not be so naive.