Nervous Young Man

With each stroke of his cock deep inside me, he exerted more control over my body which I gladly surrendered to him. I was no longer the elder teaching a boy; I was now just a slut enjoying being fucked. I was free to let my body melt onto his dick like warm butter. He was now fucking me with the ferocity typical of men his age, and I drank it in. I had forgotten how feminine and alive this kind of sex could make me feel.
I did not have a single orgasm with him, but the amount of pleasure I received was immense. I did not expect the sex to have a marathon duration, so when the end approached after around 45 minutes of fucking. He made the usual series of short strokes, one deep thrust that he held, and then something amazing happened.
His body stopped all motion, and his dick went into a burst of activity inside me. I can not even describe the motion with words except, perhaps, how a small animal burrowing a nest inside me would feel. One thing I know for sure, I have never felt anything like this before but loved the sensation. I could feel torrents of his hot sperm spurting inside me, unlike anyone before had done. The squirting lasted a long time, and I could feel my insides swell to receive the volume.
The sex had now ended, and he dressed just as silently as he had disrobed; we then proceeded to the front door. We thanked each other for the pleasure, embraced, and parted. It was not more than fifteen minutes before I received a message from him asking when he could come again. We have remained in continuous contact and now regard our encounter as the start of an ongoing thing. I now look forward to our next meeting with as much enthusiasm as he does.