Novel & Cerita Best Handjob Story

When she stood up to go to the other guy, the first subject pulled a pained face and did his best not to touch the jutting erection in front of him. With a little practice in hand Esther now felt more confident and took the second condom with her. This cock was already half way there. He must have had a good view in the mirror of the first guy’s handjob, and clearly had enjoyed it. Esther gave him a few more strokes with her hand to finish the job.

Finally he caught me by the boner! I put my entire hand on his wiener simultaneously as we swam to the steps to get in. I gave that kid the first handjob of his life. He gave a blank stare and started to moan, as his stiffy pointed straight up. “It won’t really make it bigger Nick; it’ll make it feel really good but I’m not done yet!” I told him. His thin fingers around my thick shaft were electrifying to my cock, and in minutes it was almost a full 7”. I didn’t even have to tell him, it felt great.

or doing hurdles. After that, I went home to visit a couple times, and we spent a few hot nights, groping and making out in the car...first a handjob...then a blowjob...then another. Whether it was from a curious grope or a handjob, she seemed infatuated after those first encounters. I distinctly remember the first handjob, where she undid my belt, and I unzipped my pants, eagerly helping her to push them down with the underwear. I'm a little surprised I even noticed, but her eyes got big, and she had this awkward grin, "Holy shit, Rob...that's...that's a lot bigger than Jason!" Then she nodded, "Yep, I got a way better deal...a bigger and better deal!" She giggled, "I could've guessed that,

I felt his warm breath on my ear. "So, how did it start with your mom?" Pete gasped. I squeezed his hand, moving up a bit till his fingers could feel my bra. "Okay, not fair. I'll start." I told the story in vivid detail. Pete tried to gently pull back, I pulled him tighter, placing his hands on my little titties. When I got to the part where dad came all over me in that shower, I could feel Pete's erection. I think Pete has a big dick. His big hands held my breasts. I was filling my undies. I was so fucking horny. I finished my story, telling about that night in dad's bed. We were both panting. I turned in Pete's arms, looked up.

In the middle of nowhere. After he beat up five guys. 'My life has become a story.' His hands on my ass helped guide me, lifting and pulling me down harder with each movement. Making me take him deeper. "That's it," he groaned. "Just like that, Princess." I was panting already. The fullness of him. The angle. The way his hands controlled my movements. It was overwhelming. He leaned forward and captured my nipple in his mouth again. His tongue flicked and swirled while I continued moving.

Plucking out the boob tapes to latch their tongues over her slutty nipples to soothe the aching area. Frankly, I’d want a mouthful too. Riley squirms and moans and laughs amid painful groans. I’m slowly getting into heat as I watch them devour her, fine black strangers with cocks the size of a dragon. They stroke themselves as they touch her, and she’s generous enough to give two the best handjob of their lives… and a lucky dude an insane blow. Wow. I pull out my phone out of impulse and go to my hidden photos. There he is; every perverted portrait of Dominic Mercer that I hand-drew.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

I want to touch myself, but I don’t, not yet—the story’s not done. The scene turns raw: "He thrusts into me, his cock slamming deep, stretching my pussy until I’m gasping. The desk shakes, papers sliding to the floor, a pen clattering. He fucks me hard, his dick pounding my walls, each stroke hitting that spot that makes my legs tremble. The door rattles—footsteps in the hall, voices close—but he doesn’t stop, his hand cracking my ass again, the pain mixing with pleasure." My heart races, my clit pulsing as I type, the risk of discovery fueling every word. My fingers shake, my breath short, the apartment’s heat wrapping around me like a second skin.

Her soapy little hand reached down to squeeze and then stroke my shaft. I groaned as my dick hardened in her hand. Then I reached up for the shower nozzle and started rinsing us off. She kept right on stroking me. "Okay, I get it," I said. "Do you?" she asked. I sighed and then she gasped as I spun her around and pushed insistently on her lower back. I eased the head of my cock into her wet asshole, and then drove the entire shaft up inside her in one long stroke. Her asshole locked down around the base of my shaft and I held her there with my left hand. I managed to turn my torso enough to reach down and turn off the water with my right.

His relief was visible when she kept moving her hand up and down his cock. "Oh, yes. Yes, yes," Jamal mumbled, feeling like he was going to have the best pleasure he could get from a hand job with her. By the time Roksolana would take her mouth away from the nipple and just focus on getting him a hand job, Jamal wasn't sure he was in his right mind anymore. He moved his hand to Roksolana's vagina and began to stroke the wall of her vagina. The result he got from the action he was performing was a loud moan from Roksolana and her loss of control because her hand on his shaft had loosened a little. When he was sure that she was wet already and she could easily take him in, he stopped what he w