“Yes, fuck, cum inside me! Oh…FUCK! You’re…so…good!”
Avery’s body spasmed as the crashing waves of pleasure overtook him. Powerful jets of cum shot out of his throbbing member and collected in the condom. Avery couldn’t think, he could only feel the sensations of pure bliss, unlike anything he had felt before. The physical climax, combined with the emotional connection with his partner, resulted in a pleasure that far outstripped anything he felt with his own hands, or even in his wet dreams. And this was with a latex barrier in between himself and his partner; he could only imagine what it would feel like later on, when nothing would separate him from his willing partner.
Avery pulled out a few seconds later, and Katia removed the condom from his rapidly deflating member. She taught him how to tie the open end into a knot to prevent messes, and that he should always dispose of them in the trash and not down the toilet. “If you’re worried about others finding out, wrap it in a ball of tissues, but don’t let them find out with an expensive plumber’s bill!”
Afterwards, Avery and Katia spent another half hour or so, simply talking. Avery still had many questions, and Katia answered them best she could. They then drifted off to sleep, holding each other.
The rest of the week included many repeats of that third night. By night five, Katia decided to let Avery fuck her without a condom. They tried different positions, and Katia even guided Avery through some tricks to slow himself down so that his 18-year-old self could prolong the pleasure enough to please his partner more. By the end of the week, Avery was as smooth, caring and good in bed as the more experienced twentysomething year old men I’ve seen fuck their partners over the years. Having also bore witness to some truly awkward, terrible sex over the years too, Katia’s week with Avery made me wish that every 18-year-old man could be similarly mentored into the world of sex by such a caring partner. Maybe, just maybe, this world could become a better place.