Handy

I was 13 when the girls showed up. My tops were suddenly tighter and the fronts were never long enough to cover my stomach. Mom was always telling me I needed a bra but something else was happening too. Boys were paying a different type of attention to me. My older brothers friend Tommy stopped picking on me and became my protector. We started spending time together, and I was totally infatuated with him, he was almost 16 and gorgeous. I’d hang out in his garage as he worked on his car that never ran. If we went somewhere, he’d hold my hand or put his arm around me, as if to claim me but that was it. It was one of those hazy, hot and humid days and we were both sweating and as he was washing that beloved car we ended up soaking each other. The cool water of the garden hose cooled us but my nipples were at full attention. I saw him looking and decided to make my move. When he walked into the garage, I came in behind him and just jumped up and grabbed his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him.
The ice had been broken and we just started making out. We ended up in the back seat of his car, his hands all over my boobs. He was causing some tingling sensations I really wasn’t familiar with, and after a few minutes he suddenly stopped kissing me and said we had to stop.
No way! I was enjoying this. He said he had a problem and after some coaxing he showed me the front of his shorts were stretched. I went back to kissing him and he took my hand and guided it to the front of his shorts and asked me to rub “ it”. I had no idea, but if it made him happy count me in. He was squirming and breathing heavy as he lifted his butt and slid his shorts and briefs down and I saw his dick for the first time. I had seen my brother years ago, but never saw one up close. Tommy took my hand and almost begged me to keep rubbing it.
Looking back, my inexperience must have made things awkward but I did just that, I rubbed the head. He took my hand and wrapped it around the shaft with his outside of it and started stroking, after a bit he removed his hand and was playing with my boobs. I watched as he made strange faces, started bucking his hips and made strange sounds. The first pulse shot and hit the back of the front seat. I let go! Tommy said No, keep going and I watched as his dick “ threw up” all over my hand and his lap. I had no idea what was happening but he grabbed me and hugged me so hard and just kept whispering thank you. I thought I had broken him!

The rest of that summer, I had a boyfriend, and older boyfriend. I probably gave him hundreds of handjobs and began my sexual journey. The first time he fingered me, my first tit fuck, my first blowjob. But I just developed a thing for handjobs. I suddenly had control. I loved experimenting. My thumb over the tip as he started to come. That drop that glistened right before he would shoot. Seeing how far he could shoot, how many times a day and how to catch his load in my other hand so he didn’t make a mess in the movies or wherever we were.

By September, things changed. Different schools and he moved on to girls his age. Me? I found some boys my age and I never had anyone complain about getting a handjob. I wasn’t a slut, but I had no problem getting dates.
To this day, I still prefer giving handjobs to anything else. Cut, uncut, gentle or harsh, the look on a guys face as he’s about to come. The way his balls tighten and throb. The control of whether I edge him, milk him or keep stroking after he’s done. I prefer to finish my blowjobs by milking my boyfriend onto my tits. When we fuck, I have him take the condom off and I’ll squeeze the last few drops out onto my hand and try to get him hard again.
My brother is still friends with Tommy and we see each other occasionally. Every once and a while I’ll quietly ask him if he wants a handjob just to see the look on his face, especially if his wife’s in the room. I miss those days!