By Spurtz
This first person story was related to me by a gal I dated for a few months. She was in her mid-thirties when I dated her and her sexual interests had substantially expanded beyond handjobs by then. Here’s Stacey’s story:
When I was about 13 I started taking an interest in what was hidden in a boy’s pants. There was Johnny, a boy down the street who I played with quite a lot. He was 14. We spent a lot of time together but nothing of a sexual nature ever came up. Until one fateful day. Somehow we got on the subject of the differences between male and female genitalia. I don’t even remember how we got there.
After much discussion he asked me if I had ever seen a dick. I had never seen a real penis and this was before the internet so I hadn’t even seen a photo or a video of one. We had a sex ed class in school and one of the upper classmen had shown me a text book that had a drawing of a flaccid one but it wasn’t anything special.
After I told Johnny that I had never seen one, he asked if I would like to see his. Hell, yes, I wanted to see it. And I told him so. We were playing cards at his parent’s home. They were not home from work yet. And wouldn’t be for another hour or so.
Johnny unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his jockey shorts down to his knees. His dick was a very unimpressive little shriveled up thing with some tufts of hair around it. His wrinkled little balls were equally uninteresting. He could tell by the look on my face that I was disappointed.
“Wait,” he said. “You need to see it hard.” He started pulling on it and before my eyes I saw it get bigger and bigger. I think subconsciously I knew something about hard-ons but seeing it actually happen in front of my eyes was quite exciting. I didn’t realize it at the time but I later learned that for a 14 year old, Johnny actually had a pretty impressive dick. In fact, to my virgin eyes I thought it was huge. It was probably five inches long when it got fully hard and fairly thick. He kept stroking it up and down and the head had a pink glow to it. I was in love. I felt a tingling in my pussy as I stared at Johnny’s hard penis. I really wanted to touch it. I had never been accused of being shy so I blurted out “Let me do that for you.” And reached over and grabbed his dick and started what I later learned was “jerking him off.”
It felt so good in my hand that I didn’t want to stop. I could tell by the look on his face that I was providing him a lot of pleasure. He whispered, “Tighter, faster,” and I tightened my grip and sped up my strokes. “When it cums, don’t stop,” he cried. I didn’t know what that meant but I figured whatever happened, I would just keep pumping him.
“Oh, Stacey,” he groaned, “I’m cumming!” And with that, streams of white juice started spurting from the tip of his cock. I was amazed by what I was seeing but also terrifically turned on. I really loved seeing his jism rocketing out of his cock.
After Johnny finished shooting I kept on jerking his cock just like he told me until I guess it got too sensitive and he asked me to stop. As he was cleaning up all the cum he told me he had learned to jack himself off about two years ago but only had been shooting some cum for about six months. He told me what a great feeling it was to cum.
After that first experience I started jacking Johnny off three or four times a week. I would have been happy to stroke his cock every day but it wasn’t always possible. However, some days, if we had the time, I would jack him off four or five times. By the time I was 15 I had jacked his cock too many times to count. He had wanted to fuck me and although I was tempted, my mom had driven the thought into my brain that it was too risky and I might be pregnant. And frankly, I had developed the ability to have orgasms just from jacking off Johnny’s nice prick.
I started dating when I was 15 which opened up all new opportunities for me. With every guy I dated I couldn’t wait to get his dick out of his pants and jack him off. Most guys were a bit shocked at how eager I was to pump their dicks dry. It would usually happen after some heavy necking and the boy’s cock would be like a bar of iron when I felt it through his pants. I would just come right out and tell them to get it out, that I wanted to see it. They were always very happy to oblige. That’s when I learned that dicks came in all sizes and shapes. Most of the guys were circumcised which I generally preferred but I also liked the variety of having a foreskin to play with sometimes.
My favorite thing to do, of course, was watch them spurt. I quickly learned that once I started jacking a guy’s dick, I was totally in charge. When I got them close to cumming, I’m sure they had a fleeting thought about what to do when the jism started spurting. But by that time they didn’t care. I knew, of course, that most of the time a giant mess was about to occur. Some guys came a lot more than others. But I loved the mess. I got off on seeing a big load of jism spurt out of the guy’s cock. I always made it a point to make sure that most of it shot up all over his front and coated whatever he was wearing with layers of semen. It got me off to wonder how they would explain being covered in cum stains when they got home.
Unfortunately I could only get away with that once with the same boy. The next time I jerked him off he would be prepared. But shooting his load into a cloth or tissues really spoiled it for me because I wanted to see the cum fly. Sometimes if we were parked in a really secluded area I would get the boy out of the car and stand outside and jerk him off standing up. He would shoot his load onto the grass and hopefully there was enough moonlight that I could see the streams of jism jetting out of his penis.
I also enjoyed doing cleanup on the boy’s cock. I always had some tissues with me and there was something really erotic about holding a half hard penis and carefully wiping any excess semen from it. And if the guy had a foreskin, I would roll it back and there was always some stray cum hidden there. By my senior year I had advanced to sucking the boy’s cock clean. I wasn’t big on giving head, however. Mainly because I wanted to see that hard cock while I stroked it and also get a good view of semen spraying everywhere. I couldn’t do that with the dick in my mouth.
As I became more adept at giving hand jobs I came up with other little tricks to enhance the boy’s orgasm. My thinking was that the more intense the orgasm, that more cum would be produced. And I really got off on big cum loads.
One of my tricks was to lube up my middle finger and shove it up the boy’s ass while jacking his cock. The first time I did it, the kid was really shocked but quickly learned to love it. I would pump my finger in and out as I stroked his cock and just as he was about to cum, I would quickly pull out my finger, which I was told made the orgasm even stronger and would usually produce strong multiple jets of creamy semen.
Another thing I would do is grab the guy’s nuts. Not actually his nuts because that would hurt but I would wrap my hand around his nut sack just below his cock but above his nuts. I could squeeze that area as hard as I wanted without hurting my partner. When I did that it would pull the skin super tight over his nuts and sometimes I would lick his balls as I jacked him off. I learned to let go before he came because gripping his sack too tightly would cut off the flow of jism and I sure didn’t want that to happen.
My interest in ass-play led to one other thing that I did that got my boys really turned on and produced massive cumshots. I would have them get down on all fours. The sight of their cock and balls dangling between their legs was a real turn-on for me. I would reach between their legs and grab their hard penis and stroke it while I tongued their assholes. My teen partners could hardly believe I would do that but they all admitted it felt fantastic. I didn’t do it too often because my main enjoyment was seeing hard cocks spurting out big cum loads and when I was licking their assholes, my view of their cock was non-existent.
I was especially turned on by cockheads. I loved the silky skin that is unlike any skin found anywhere else on the human body. Maybe a bit like lips. When I got a guy really hard, the skin would get stretched super tight on the head of his cock and literally gave off a shiny glow. I loved to run the tips of my fingers all over the head. I had also learned how super sensitive the area on the shaft just below the head was. I found that I could hold the guy’s cock in one hand and rub my fingers up and down on that area called the frenulum and actually make the guy cum. I loved the way their bodies would start jerking spasmodically as their orgasm approached. Sometimes I had a difficult time holding onto their cock. Then I would feel the shaft start to pulse and then streams of that wonderful white juice would start to shoot. Some guys were more dribblers than shooters and I would never give them a second go. I liked to see my cum spurting out, the farther, the better. Johnny, my first, was also my best shooter. Sometimes after edging him for as long as possible, I would finally allow him to cum and omigod the jism would rocket out of his dick and fly out four or five feet.
There is one experience that I had that I frequently think about and wish I could do again. George, a senior in our high school who I frequently jacked off, was from a rich family who lived in a huge house. His parents were out of town for the weekend and he invited me to the house to spend some time together doing you know what. I had a better idea. He had several close schoolmates, all of whom I had previously jacked off. I suggested he invite them over as well. He didn’t like that idea too much but I said if he wanted me to get him off, he had to do it. He wanted to know what I planned and I said he would find out.
At the appointed time four of his friends showed up and I told all five of them to get their cocks out because I was going to jack all of them off. The boys all stripped down knowing what was waiting for them. I proceeding to start with George and I had his big cock shooting streams of semen in no time. The other four were stroking their hard cocks watching me get George off. Then I worked my way through all four and before I knew it, I was back to George again who was hard as a rock. By the time the afternoon was over I had jacked off every one of them three times and after the four left, I gave George another handjob. Not much cum came out but he said it still felt incredible to get off four times. I was in heaven with all those erect cocks waving around. He wanted me to help mop up the cum that was all over the marble floor but I made him do it. I loved the control I had over guys. They would do anything I asked.
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, the word got around school that I liked to give handjobs. As a result I ended up jacking off just about every guy in the school at least once. Probably 200 different dicks. I enjoyed the variety. It almost seemed that no two dicks were the same. I constantly had guys pestering me for dates. A few guys I took a special interest in and would go out with them many times. It was usually the best cummers that I favored, but I also went back for repeats with some of the guys with the biggest dicks because they were especially fun to jack off.
The girls at school of course hated me and constantly spread stories about me. I didn’t care as long as I had more cocks to play with. I don’t know how it happened but in my senior year I was voted “Most Popular,” despite being universally hated by the girls. I’m guessing that every boy voted for me and the girls split their votes among several others which allowed me to win.
I had my own secret award that I called “Best Cock.” I made up a paper certificate in art class and awarded it to Johnny. He was not only my first cock but overall he was the best. He graduated a year ahead of me so I had to give him the award while I was still a Junior. His dick had grown a bit more and by the time he graduated he had a solid 7-1/2” long and very thick cock. And as a special reward, I also gave him my first blowjob and also let him take my cherry.
We went steady for a few years and he was ok with me giving the occasional handjob to some of the guys we knew. Sometimes he would watch while I jerked a guy off. The guys knew it means nothing to me other than another cock to play with. They were happy just to get an expert handjob, even when Johnny was sitting there watching and playing with his own cock. After I finished with the guy, I would jack Johnny off to a massive cum while the other guy watched. I still see Johnny once in a while although he’s married now. Sometimes we meet up in a dark bar we both like and I will jack him off under the table. The bar’s owner never says anything about the mess we make because I jack him off a few time a month to keep him happy.
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You and Johnny are meant to be together