He bit his lower lip. "Yeah... Yeah... Oh, Cesar." His words melted into a chain of murmurs and ragged breaths.
"What you're feeling is a prostate orgasm," I explained. "A regular orgasm leaves you tired and spent afterward. With this, you can have multiple prostate orgasms and keep going."
"It feels amazing."
His chest was red and heaving. Sweat had collected in his clavicle as his skin became flushed. Then his whole body began to shake.
"Ah, here comes a big one," I said with a triumphant smile. I began fucking him harder, slamming all my weight against his tight ass.
He let out a scream from deep in his diaphragm and dug his fingers into my shoulders. "Yes, yesss, ahhh!"
That was what I meant by riding the wave. I'd rocked him from the inside out and we were still going strong. You hit that high and then you go low. I slowed down my pace to let him catch his breath but continued to pummel him steadily.
He laid there panting and licked the sweat from his upper lip. The air was rich with the smell of our bodies.
"You ready for more?" I asked.
"There's more?" His eyes opened wide.
"Check this out." I propelled forward and buried myself balls-deep in his body. Then I pulled all the way out until the head of my cock was prying the lips of his hole open. It's a little trick I learned that drives men wild. The muscles want to clench, but they can't. I repeated the move, digging a path for myself as deep as I could go.
"Ohhh my Goddd!" he moaned.
"Careful now," I said with a smirk. "Blasphemy will cost you."
"What's the penalty?" he asked breathlessly.
"This." I jackhammered myself into him, pulled back out to the brink, and then dove forward as hard and as fast as I could go. With each move, I was swiping my cock head against his tender prostate gland. Another wave was coming. All Morris could do was ride it out.
This time, I met his orgasm by leaning forward into a kiss. His hot breath blew against my face. We could hardly keep our mouths together because he was gasping and shuddering so hard. I kept battering his hole until he'd reached the peak.
He sang out another chorus of non-sensical words and moans as he became lost in the ecstasy of his second prostate orgasm.
Once the ripples had moved through him, he squeezed my sweaty shoulders with desperation. "I don't know if I can take much more."
I eased off. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No. Just... Go slower."
"I can do that." I kissed the round tip of his perfectly proportional nose. "Let's bring it home."
Thrusting long and deep, I was careful not to hit his prostate directly. It was more like a little wave, sweeping against him. Every inch of my cock was tingling as his hole clamped the root of my shaft.
"I'm going to come," I said.
He wrapped his arms around me and clawed at my butt cheeks, trying to pull me as tight as he could against his body. My thrusts became shorter and more focused as the orgasm built from my core. My cock was throbbing, as solid as a piece of steel, banging inside him.
Then the orgasm tore through me. My nipples grew hard. My whole body shook. And then the cum burst from inside me, filling the condom as I buried myself inside his hollow crevice.
"Yes. Fuck, yes," I said with a satiated sigh. I kept pumping, working to squeeze out every last drop of cum from the stem.
Finally, I collapsed on Morris. We were a sweaty, sticky mess. Our lips met for a kiss, then I buried my forehead in his shoulder.
After I caught my breath, I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. "How do you feel?"
A smile filled his face. "Hungry for more."
I chuckled. "Open your mouth." I pulled my softening cock out of him and rolled off the condom. His mouth was gaping open, waiting. I turned the rubber inside out and let my cum drip onto his salivating pink tongue. He swallowed like an obedient sub, then licked the inside of the rubber clean to make sure he'd collected every last drop.