There are men who need to ejaculate in order to come. Others come in a different way.

I believe I’m one of the latter, at least on some occasions. Although there are times when I follow the usual path, it isn’t always that way, because I experience the same sensation of “floating” that comes right after coming—a delicious relaxation, simply receiving, especially in my little ass, the climax of a partner who reaches orgasm with vigor.

And that happens even when my partner has finished his part in the fucking, spilling his nectar into my mouth or into the condom, after he’s fucked me by penetrating my ass, and our bodies rest before the next “battle.” It was only a few hours ago that it happened again...

It was one more of the craziness we do almost regularly. We were at his place, with the excuse that we were going to study, which we only did for about an hour. During our snack break, they served us juice with a hot dog—that same kind, with a whole sausage in the middle of the bun. He told me he had a surprise for me, leaving me curious.

When we took our snack to the bedroom, he went in first with the sandwiches, while I lingered to wait for the juice to be served. When I entered the room where we had been studying, my partner was already down to just a T-shirt and was showing me my hot dog: he had removed the sausage and, as the filling in the bun, there was none other than his cock, dark like the rest of him, and already on its way to hardness.

Since his family was all in the living room, my heart raced at the possibility of being caught in the act. Lust won out and soon I was in front of him, on my knees, trying to do justice to that desired “sausage.”

He had the presence of mind to turn the key in the lock before going on with the game. I threw him down onto the carpeted floor and soon the bun was forgotten and I was delighting in his cock in my mouth. With a nimble movement he positioned himself so he could also get to my body and began stripping me of my clothes, so that in no time we were both naked: he was caressing my ass cheeks and every now and then licking my hole, while I never let go of his cock, now already as hard as I liked it.

My partner didn’t want to come in my mouth and came right on top of me. He laid me face down and took over the game. I can’t even remember whether he used any lubricant, I was so intoxicated. All I know is that I felt his strong hands grope the cheeks of my ass and a thumb press against my hole, making my desire even fiercer.

His legs positioned themselves to spread mine apart, exposing for him the entrance to the channel of pleasure, still waiting for a few caresses to make the invasion easier, opening up. It wasn’t long before the head of his cock was “kissing” my hole, coating it with his natural lubricant. A little pressure and his seventeen centimeters slid into me, making me moan softly as my asshole was stretched by the penetration and by the delicious sensation of being filled by him like that.

He was burying himself in slowly, always massaging my ass and spreading my cheeks, in a way that drove me wild, his fingers squeezing the area between my asshole and his balls, making me want him to go all the way into me, taking in not only his penis but all of him, filling my insides completely.

My partner rested a little after settling in, getting ready to go on fucking me. And that’s exactly what he did, thrusting as if he wanted to drive his member even deeper into my insides, provoking a delicious sound of his body against mine.

For my part, I arched my ass back against him, and it was our hands, all four of them, that met over my ass as if it were possible to open it even more so he could go deeper.

With his weight he would slump over my back, after straightening up using his arms. I opened myself as much as I could to give him the maximum pleasure possible, not to mention that what I myself was experiencing was delicious too.

I surrendered to that moment and felt a different heat, one that the caresses from his hands on my body only intensified, something different that drove me crazy with pleasure. I rocked beneath him, wanting all of him to invade me, wanting this moment of my surrender to never end.

I could feel my whole body trembling nonstop, savoring the delights of being fucked that way, his cock going all the way in, wrecking my greedy little hole.

When he finally came, I felt the spurts of cum bathing the walls of my rectum, coming from a member that seconds earlier seemed to have grown inside me and then pulsed wildly, in spasms that infected me and made me feel as if a lightning bolt were running down my spine...

I experienced the sensation of intense pleasure without having ejaculated, as if all my nerve centers had shifted down to my little ass, now burning and still stretched by the recent adventure.

He then collapsed on top of me, and we both rested from the struggle. I might ejaculate later, but the feeling of pleasure gave me the certainty that it was exactly that, what had happened, that I liked: being fucked in such an intense and overwhelming way...