Hi, my name is Katyusha and I´m 22. I wanted to tell you about my boyfriend, who is a good 20 years my senior, but you don´t know how much I love him.
He demonstrated to me the potential of a man´s sex-system. That is when a man knows his wiring. Before this revelation I had no clue at all and I think many people, women and men, don´t know what sexual climaxing really can mean for a man. His performance was a true eye-opener, it changed my life!
After we fell in love, actually even before that, we were having lots of sex (I was still in my late teens then). I had a couple of boyfriends before, but I must say I immediately felt so much better and always happy in his presence. He was so attentive and respectful, the sex with him meant mainly fucking, but so sensual, so mature, so enduring, all but impatiently and briefly, like I had experienced until then with guys about my age.
It took only a good week and we fell for each other. After two more weeks of almost daily sex, which always ended with a most sensual fuck, he mentioned that there are many more ways to design (strange expression I thought) our sexual encounters. Especially if we cared for each others orgasms, like to get the most out of it (literally concerning him, as I was about to learn), in ways of multiplying and intensifying it.
I agreed and said I´m open to learn, after all am I the one being quite young and he is bringing the experience into the relationship. I couldn´t figure what exactly he was referring to, because our sexual encounters were intense as were our orgasms – or so I thought.
In preparation of his performance we had no sex for 2 days! He was following a special diet and drank a lot of lemonade during the day, that day.
We arranged ourselves at our love-nest, he bringing a staple of towels which irritated me a bit, but I didn´t ask. Being ready to go he said that all I needed to do was to masturbate his penis and balls. He explained edging to me (I had never before done that to a guy) and I was more than willing to try. Meaning that he eventually shall instruct me on how much impact I was supposed to apply when he was approaching his point of no return, until at a certain point he would take over and demonstrate to me different kinds of climaxes I might not know existed in a man.
I had no clue what he meant. Maybe showing me multiples which I had noticed at our regular sessions. Yeah, that would be fun to observe, -so a new towel for each orgasm…?
He warned me that it might get boring for me, especially when reaching the phase of actually edging him. Because my fondling of his genitals then required to be executed patiently slow and light. But I was looking forward to examine his penis and balls and his reactions in the close proximity – and so it happened.
He was just laying there, his legs spread, and I was masturbating him with all the skill I had garnered in my young life.
I really enjoyed stroking his beautiful cock and big sack. Before, I had only briefly handled his penis and not with particular attention, because we always aimed for fucking. Yet here I could study his wand while making love to it with my hands, fingers and yes, lips and tongue. And for the first time I saw him precumming. He was continuously oozing his clear lust-juice and I loved it!
He was breathing deeply, but we talked along. I was telling him what I noticed about him and he let me know about the sensations I generated at his genitals. Then came the moment when edging started! It was hot seeing how his arousal increased. He just only gave instructions when to slow down or let go of his cock.
This was so exciting, also because I was looking forward to witness him cum and revealing to me what he meant about the different climaxes he was supposed to go thru.
Eventually he took over from me, now he was edging himself carefully. He was highly, highly aroused, his throbbing penis was so rigid and his sack was tight, all so different from the sex we usually shared.
And then the show began! He got up on his knees, reached for a towel placing it below his cock.
„This is for you!“ he whispered. He briefly touched the magic triangle below his swollen helmet, halted… nothing yet, came back for quick further touches, let go again. I certainly was aware of the fact about how fucking close to firing he must be. This situation was so hot!
Suddenly a first milky pearl appeared at his cock-slit, and then his cum was not shooting but pouring out of his wand, he was briefly pissing his milk without touching himself. Fuck, what was that!?
I had never seen such before! And what a load of semen! So this is the different kind of climax he was talking about. And now what?
Next he was stroking his penis slowly a couple of times, stopped, kept holding his lower shaft and poured another, smaller load of his cream! Was this his ejaculation? I was confused, ejaculation means pulsing, right? But he was not, while his loads were impressive; he must be rather empty, I thought.
Until now he had not moaned, just breathed heavily. He was jerking his still erect cock now, slowly, sensual. Sure he was not done yet – I was so captured. While he placed himself at the edge of the bed I collected the wetted towel. He asked me to place another one in front of him.
„Count“ he said and I immediately knew what he was referring to. He opened his legs wide and kept stroking. Then he began to moan and I knew he would blow a load right away – how could he!? Count he repeated, well, let´s see…
OMG! He started to shoot thinner semen now, as I noticed, and I counted… He was pumping six strong spurts until his ejections reduced into another four very small gushes. Now he was spent and empty, I thought. What a soaky show! How could he produce so much cum? When we were fucking he had not spilled that much! Good idea to have brought the towels.
He was placing himself back on the bed and I wanted to cuddle him when he said „Wait, there is more! Spread the other towels before me please and watch!“ I did what he asked for, but WTF was going to happen next?
He was grabbing his now less rigid penis and stroked his helmet with the palm of the other hand for a short while. And then he came:
He was pissing in a lasting sprinkle, just like a little water fountain! Yikes, what was this? He into water-sports, was this sexual at all? Maybe for him, but I wasn´t so sure about that. – Only later he explained that this type of climax was very well very sexual, as it was not urinating, but the kind of ejaculation that women can experience (we wanted to explore this with me in the future). And yes, the expelled stuff was quite different from urine (no smell, different texture). He should have warned me though! I was a bit shocked when he sprinkled and I told him so.
He still wasn´t finished!! He completed his show with an orgasm (yep, I learned to distinguish)! As a matter of fact, all he did until now was spilling his juices with more or less intense sensations which were mirrored in his vocal expressions.
Now, a short while after he had sprinkled, he masturbated his semi-erect penis yet again with a tight grip in a fast jerking mode until his action culminated in a seemingly intense and practically dry orgasm: he was almost screaming when his whole body was shaking and bucking in spasmodic convulsions which lasted about ten to fifteen seconds! Mere drops of his cream were showing at his cockmouth. Finally, after this (kind of) climax he was spent for good.
I was in shock and awe, I just didn´t know, I had no clue a man could cum in such ways. I was overwhelmed and had so many questions for him. He later explained in detail about all of what I had witnessed in his show and you can be sure that it changed our love-making routines. Well, it changed my life!
