I looked down over her strained womanly body , the pleasure she was experiencing and the fact that I was giving it to her sent a surge of adrenaline and pleasure starting from my scalp down to my feet and then back to my penis. I felt my penis swell. Panicked I pulled away from her, grabbed my t-shirt, and held it over my crotch to catch the stream of semen that burst out of me. I could feel the skin around my balls tighten and pulse with each new stream. Despite the fact that I was orgasming into a t-shirt, I had never felt so manly and strong.
I half fell and half set myself onto her, my head resting between her breasts, panting. She ran her hand through my hair and laughed quietly.
“Thanks for not using my shirt.”
I lifted myself up to look at her and laugh. Glancing down at my penis, which was half erect now, I saw some streaks of blood at the base.
“You’re bleeding. Did it hurt? Are you okay?”
With a wry smile she said “you’re a little bigger than my fingers are… it was really nice.”
At that point we realized that it was almost 3 a.m., and we were both desperately thirsty and tired.
I helped her get dressed, and put my own boxers and pants on. We sat at the dining room table with cups of water and stared sleepily at each other with latent relaxed smiles, unwilling to let the night end but too tired to say anything. Looking at my wadded-up shirt with a mess of cum in it, I knew it would be a chilly walk back to my apartment.
Janelle and I dated for two semesters. I graduated and found a job locally, while she found a job teaching English in Japan. We ended the relationship when it was clear that our futures were diverging, and she ended up marrying another Canadian teacher she met in Japan. I wish her the best life ever.