Handjob

I’m sleeping. I wake up from the sound of my bedroom door. But I’m not moving, knowing who’s here. I hear her undressing and feel the covers being withdrawn. I feel her warm body next to mine. She follows her finger behind my right ear and kisses my shoulder. Her hands move through my body. When they fish in my underwear (jungle boxer shorts)

I’m rolling on my back. We share a deep kiss while I lift my ass so she can facilitate my only clothes. I kick them out, the kiss isn’t broken. After a few passionate minutes of kissing, she kisses her way through my body. When she comes to my stomach, her hands touch my thighs, starting at the knees. When she gets closer to my erotic center, which stands proud and long, with her mouth her hands work all the way up there. While using one hand to stroke my dick and balls, she licks my dick and uses her other hand to massage where my thighs meet my body. She takes me in her mouth, deeper and deeper, and gives me enough tongue action. Her hand pumps what’s not in her mouth as the other goes on is the work in my joints, moving to my balls and ass too. Harder, longer. As I go over the edge… Slow them down and lick me like a lollipop. I moan, and she continues this blessed torture until it becomes too much. I fill her mouth with my coming. A little shaking along the side of her mouth. She kisses her way back to my body and we share a soul kiss.

I’m watching my wife’s bus leave town, and since I have a three-day weekend now, I think: “I’m gonna watch porn, just like old times.”

I feel my dick stirring over the prospect of being someone’s sex toy for a couple of hours. I’ll get in the car and go to 30. Fenton Missouri, I gently rub my dick and think of hot mouths I’ve fed in the past. “Think I better get something to calm down,” I say, in the liquor store for a pack of cigarettes and half a pint of whisky. “This should calm me down and concentrate. I can’t come here…” and I step into the remote parking lot behind the adult theatre and arcade complex, and drink the whiskey

Kevin always knew he was different, even as a child he knew. Girls never cared about him for anything more than playmates or regular friends, and while he loved girls, it just wasn’t like the others. He always knew he was probably gay, but when you’re young, you don’t really understand all the feelings and emotions growing up in you when you grow up. To show affection? That was something Kevin couldn’t even understand in his little middle-class middle-aged middle of the western town, next to whom would he show that affection? For all he knew, he was the only gay kid in his entire school, and no one suspected he was gay, and he wasn’t about to come out when he thought even his parents wouldn’t understand, so the feeling that he’d gotten lonely. He was definitely looking forward to his first year at State U, to make sure he found others in the same boat as him! The first few weeks of student life were hectic to at least say what with 20,000 students in one place was overwhelming. This was the first time Kevin had ever been alone for a long time, but he could easily settle in a comfortable routine and even start making some friends in his classes and in his dorm. His roommate, Tom, was a freshman from Chicago, so many nights were spent telling each other in each other’s home. Kevin had to admit Tom’s stories were much more interesting than his. Tom seemed to tell enough stories about the girls he was with and the wild sex they had together. Lucky for him, Tom wasn’t really trying to rub Kevin’s personal background so Kevin didn’t even have to lie about exploiting the other sex!

HiLP wanted FEMALE RAND to put the mandipation on an RESORT DUDE RANCH. Candidates must have small, soft, delicate hands with manicured fingernails in red. Well paid. Room and board included. Beefits.

Tammy needed a summer job. The ad in the paper looked like her alley. She wondered why they stimulated the hands. A little weird, she thought. Tammy’s a 16-year-old high school junior. She’s an attractive young lady, short 5'7, 110lbs, dark hair and innocent. Her mother and sister did most of the homework, cleaning and doing the dishes. Tammy’s hands fit in the demands, except one thing. She wasn’t wearing nail polish.