A cock in the hand

A reader wants my take on hand jobs. "I'm interested in any story with a big cock, a lot of cum, or just about anything that strikes you. Needless to say, detail would be much appreciated." And, "PS, Have you ever caught a guy masturbating? If so, a story about that would be fantastic as well." You know me. I love to be of service, and serviced.

Hand jobs aren't my kink. Still, there's something wonderful about making out with a guy and feeling his erection through his pants. Then slipping my hand inside his fly and stroking his cock. I've stroked men through their suit slacks in fancy bars, and done it under the table of four-star restaurants with my foot. If it's a new lover it's like (I think I've written before) opening a Christmas present. Cocks are hard, yet their skin is so preternaturally soft. I do love to stroke a cock as he kisses me, or fingers me. I only had one bad experience this way when I reached inside and found a skinny, three-inch penis. Since he was married anyway, I just ended things after the make-out session.

I did a good deal of hand jobs in high school, when I was keeping my virginity by jerking off my boyfriend (and a couple of other dates, too), before I graduated to blow jobs. Those early memories of the first time I felt a cock in my hand are still arousing. Boyfriend came the first time after I ran my hand up and down his penis maybe half a dozen times, leaving a huge stream of semen all over his pants, steering wheel and, of course, my hand. It was the volume and power of an ejaculation that only a seventeen-year-old boy could have. We were both surprised as hell! It was cool, white and sticky, stringy and unlike anything I had ever experienced. I wasn't adventurous enough then to lick it all up, but I did take a little taste off my finger — and I was addicted to semen ever since. After that, he always wanted me to jerk him off, since I was saving my cherry. After I started sucking cock and fucking, the hand job alone lost its allure.

There was one exception. I had a fling with a very well-endowed man. His cock was so thick he couldn't get it inside me. He called himself "Foster" because he claimed his penis was the size of one of those big Aussie beer cans. It wasn't quite that thick, but I just couldn't take him in my little pussy. So I gave him several hand jobs, sometimes as part of fellatio, sometimes just with my hand. His cock was shaped like a missile, with a smaller head than the shaft. His balls held plenty of white stuff and I loved making a mess.

As for catching someone in the act, when I was fourteen I walked in on my brother as he was masturbating. I almost immediately closed the door, but the image was burned in my brain. He was surrounded by porn magazines and frantically running his hand up and down his cock. I was horrified but also a little turned on. I did my own masturbating in my room; more than once my mom threw open the door and gave me a long lecture about how "that" would give me diseases, how "that" was the devil's work. She should have seen her son.

Once I was drunk in college and went back to my boyfriend's place late. We smoked some dope and listened to music. Then ended up fucking a long time on the floor while his room-mate was supposedly passed out on the sofa. But as I was riding my lover I noticed movement, and the roomie was jerking off while watching us. I caught his eye, then he immediately pretended to me asleep. I had a major orgasm, right then, stifling myself in boyfriend's shoulder. Back then I was still too repressed to have invited the room-mate to join in. But as I lay there panting, I looked over and saw that he had come, too. And he was licking his sperm off his hand! By this time, he wasn't even faking sleep. He grinned at me lasciviously. A few days later, we were fucking on the same sofa, while boyfriend was away.

I had to hand it to him.

Feeling horny in the abstinence zone

I have entered the "no fuck" zone for awhile. I am wearing slacks and longer skirts, avoiding bars and parties, keeping my intimidating game face on at work.

I am horny as hell.

But I need a breather, after a wild affair with Mike that I didn't expect or (I tell myself) intend, and then with Josh, which I really didn't intend. But I've loved every man I ever slept with, after my fashion, and I'd be lying if I didn't admit to feeling kicked to the curb. Even my friend Kathleen isn't treating me the same, now that she's getting that magnificent Mike dick every night. Well, good for her. I did enjoy that one night of giving her a first dose of little girl love.

I think about Josh with his frosty blond fiance Lindsey and say, good luck getting her to suck your cock the way I did. And to swallow every drop. Good luck having her ready for the next round when you want more. Hell, he'll probably marry her. Who knows better at that age?

Two cheers for younger men. I will miss Mike's washboard abs, ready erection and strong stream of semen. Older men have their own charms, but those usually aren't among them. Josh wasn't as big, but he was also an Energizer Bunny in bed, and I loved feeling that powerful spurt in my mouth. And unlike Josh, Mike really had stamina. He could FUCK, Dear Diary, and not every man can. He knew how to vary his strokes and thrusts and make you beg for more. And then he could just bend me over and take me in the most selfish way, and yet it was still a turn-on.

And yet, they were both immature in their ways, and even after the Glory Fuck of My Life I still want a man who can engage my mind. Mike's hood-ish side would have come to repel me, or worse, to bore me.

Am I a latent submissive? That's what a friend asked upon hearing about this adventure. Honestly, I don't know. I did enjoy being "taken" by Mike, but maybe that's because he knew just how to play it. He fucked me hard, refused to do things my way, anally "raped" me...but he never went too far. And maybe I was ready for a change after my steady, once-a-week-missionary-style boyfriend of late.

The truth is, I am a junkie for the new, for stimulus, for constant change, for breaking taboos and for danger. And my young men with their eager young cocks provided that. And they gave me my first threesomes.

Soon, I'll be ready for more trouble. It will probably find me.

From virgin cocksucker to blowjob queen

I came to blowjobs early. I was a virgin until I was 19 -- this even though I was a cheerleader in high school, and was aware at an early age that I had this effect on men. Even before I properly lost my virginity, I sucked cock. I was a virgin cocksucker.

Christopher and I were making out, and things were getting hot and heavy. I was just dripping wet and so aroused. I let him rub my crotch, then finger me, and I had an orgasm. He so wanted to fuck me, but I wouldn't let him. But I had been caressing him, and suddenly his cock was out. So I took it in my mouth. I was 18, and he wouldn't be the boy who got my cherry, but his would be the first cock I sucked.

I'm sure my technique was poor. On the other hand, it came very naturally, and I loved the feel of it in my mouth, that existential soft and hard that is the man's aroused penis. He seemed to love it. He claimed to be experienced, but he sure came in a hurry. I heard this loud moan, he gripped my hair, and I tasted his pungent, thick semen. One-two-three shots hit my throat and the roof of my mouth. I was surprised, but tried to swallow as much as I could. It made a mess on his jeans and car seat. (I am too tall to have car-fucking stories, but I have sucked many a cock in a car, as well as fucking on a hood -- we left dents).

All told, I've probably sucked off a third more men than the total I've had intercourse with. I love to swallow. I love a man who has a big load, especially if it's a strong stream.

I love the feeling of being connected to the man, discovering the moves that arouse a particular man. I love to suck cock as an icebreaker, lovemaking appetizer, public tryst or even love affair farewell. I love the few times I have had the semen of more than one man sloshing around in my stomach.

Do I have a killer method? Not sure, but men seem to like it. I love to play and tease with my hand and tongue, lightly licking, sometimes using my panties or another soft fabric to run across the shaft. There's this moment when I first take him into my mouth all the way. Then I go back to licking, the shaft, the head, the balls. Ony gradually, do I get down to business and really fuck my mouth with his cock. Often I also use my hand to jack off the shaft as I suck on the head -- this often has immediate results. Sometimes I use both hands to message the shaft, rubbing in opposite directions while also sucking.

Later I learned an alternative method, which is a very light use of my mouth and suction to slowly bring a man off. He only gradually gets aroused, but then it's an amazing effect, and he comes very powerfully. Sometimes I hold some come in my mouth and rise up to give him a long, luxurious French kiss. Some men are surprised, but all eventually get into it. Many say the "feather blowjob" is the best they have ever had.

After my husband found me fucking his best friend (long story), and we had a nasty breakup, I still gave him a farewell blowjob. I said, with come still on my lips, "You'll miss this." He agreed.