The Day We Say Goodbye With His Orgasm On Hold

“Wait… are you really okay with this…?”

The first time he left without cumming, that was all I could think. Is he really going to be alright?

Until then, not once had I had a day where I met a man, we had sex, and it ended without him cumming. The idea of putting his orgasm on hold had never even crossed my mind.

Now it’s different. Before we meet, we decide, casually, somewhere in the conversation, whether today is a day he cums or a day he doesn’t. On the days he doesn’t, we still have sex. He’s still inside me. And yet he always holds back his orgasm and makes me cum, again and again. Then he sees me off, still without having cum. We call it the “orgasm-on-hold goodbye.”

When he sees me off, his face is so wistful, so clearly aching, and yet so happy at the same time. It’s an expression you only get from keeping his orgasm on hold. Until a moment ago I was touching him, and he was rock hard, looking like he could cum at any second. He must be overflowing with the need to cum, and still he says so many sweet things to me.

Inside, I’m just happy that he’s holding on for me when he’s this close to the edge. And I want to give him, down there, plenty back for it. Making him feel even better, and making it even harder to bear not being allowed to cum. That’s my way of giving back.

At first I felt terribly guilty. I was satisfied, and he was seeing me off still holding back. But he told me, so many times, “It hurts, but I’m happy,” and he kept his promise not once but over and over, and I realized that feeling guilty was the one thing I shouldn’t do. That’s what our trust is built on today.

“On hold” sounds more erotic than “holding back,” more like I’m sweetly asking him for it. Not holding back his orgasm, but keeping it on hold for me. That phrase felt right, and that’s how the name was born.

The first thing I do after we part and I’m alone is think about him, still hard. I want to touch it again soon. While we’re apart I can’t stop thinking about him, and when we next meet and I see how badly he’s aching, I feel so fulfilled. “Aching” means he’s right on the edge, desperate to cum. For the two of us, that’s the happiest state there is.

On the days I let him cum, I feel relieved that I could give him a really good orgasm. There’s a little loneliness in it too, but there’s a part of me that only his orgasm can fill.

Once, after many sleepless nights, I finally slept straight through. It was a night that had ended with an orgasm-on-hold goodbye. That was the day I knew for certain: I had been so happy, so full, and so at peace.