The hand job is a much under appreciated sex act. I guess for most of us our first real sexual experience after discovering the pleasures of masturbation is the moment of excitement and erotic pleasure when someone else’s hand, usually another boy, touches our hard up erection sensitised penis for the first ever time. That experience inevitably culminates in the hand job.

I still remember my first experience of that soon after I’d discovered solo wanking myself. I was at school. We were in a darkened lecture theatre watching a movie version of some Shakespeare play, all about knights, castles and sword fights. Suddenly the boy sitting next to me on the bench seat put his hand on my thigh. I glanced across at him and in the gloom I saw he had his trousers open and his erect penis was sticking up almost vertical.

I’d known other boys in my class were “playing with each other.” I’d wanted to try it too. I realised my chance had come. So I didn’t resist his hand but spread my legs wide. Encouraged, his hand crept across my thigh to the bulge of my sex kit and started stroking my erection ridge. He then fumbled with my zip. In the gloom of the theatre neither the teacher nor anyone else could see.

A moment later a couple of inches of my hard cock were poking out of my grey school regulation briefs. I couldn’t believe the sensation of his hand on my naked erection sensitised penis! I reached down to feel his cock and ran my fingers down through his pubic hair to his balls. I immediately discovered that he wasn’t wearing any underwear but was “commando” and that under his trousers there was nothing but his naked penis and balls.

He began methodically tugging my cock. I still remember my excitement at realising I was being wanked! I eased more of my cock out of my briefs for him. In the circumstances he obviously couldn’t manage to tug and stroke me full length. But even riding up and down just over my penis head and the base ridge of my knob the pleasure was unbelievable. I came after a couple of minutes, much quicker than when I wanked myself. My spurt of semen fountained up and to my embarrassment splashed down onto my trousers.

The movie was drawing to a close and I was concerned with trying to wipe the semen splash off the front of my trousers so no one would know what we’d been up to. So I didn’t hand job him but I had a good feel of his cock and balls. Instead he masturbated. I remember watching his hand smoothly tugging and stroking, then going frantic, how he quivere on the bench seat and gave a stifled grunt when he came. He caught his semen spurt in his spare hand, a useful thing I remembered for next time!

That first experience was followed by a couple of years I still vividly remember. With that boy, or with others I’d be crammed in a school toilet cubicle, in the bushes in the school grounds, in odd corners around the school me. We’d have our trousers and briefs down round our thighs and our restless, excited, ever hungry hard up cocks in each other’s hands sending each other’s semen spurting. There we honed our masturbation and hand job techniques, discovered the most exciting pleasure spots between our legs, experimented with lube, played with girls’ panties, ogled porn and learned how to edge till we felt our cocks couldn’t take any more. I don’t think I experienced such immense sexual pleasures until that glorious day years later my young penis slid into a girl’s body.

These days my hand job pleasures mostly come from my wife, when I’m in the mood for a cock in cunt shag but she isn’t. I lay back on our bed naked with my cock arching up over my belly, hard with anticipation. She kneels nude on the bed beside me. She lubes my hard cock with hand cream, smearing it in with her fist round my shaft, and that’s a pleasure in itself! She excites me, lightly stroking my balls and inner thighs till my shaft’s iron hard.

Then she starts! She wraps her thumb and forefinger round my shaft just below my knob and begins the delicious full length tugging and stroking. Her hand slides up and down from my bush of pubic hair to right over my lust swollen, erection sensitised deep pink knob, with her fingers lightly stroking my hairy balls.

Kneeling like that she’s placed just right for my hand to caress her smooth soft warm thighs, to reach behind her to fondle her bum and tickle my fingers down her bum crack. With her knees are wide I can play with her inner thighs and hairy cunt and reach up between her legs to tickle her bum. As she leans over me her breasts hang above me, swinging with the rhythm of her hand pumping my cock. They’re in reach of my hand to play with them, and she leans forward so I can kiss and lick her nipples.

“Coming!” I always grunt as my cock strains and my cum starts to rise.

She knows what I like, and her hand slows to prolong the exquisite pleasure. My back arches as I involuntarily thrust my hips up against the woman my body thinks I’m fucking. I clutch her bum to pull her against me.

“Nnnnghh!” I grunt in my orgasm, and my semen spurts up over my chest and my hairy belly.

“Was that good?” She asks. She doesn’t need to ask!

She catches my semen with her finger or a tissue, or sometimes her panties before it trickles down my side onto the bed. Women are like that. Men aren’t, we don’t care where we splash our sex cream.

Long live the hand job!

While there is nothing like a strange hand reaching into my pants, finding my cock and dragging it out, I want to escalate pretty quickly. If it is just going to be and remain a handjob, I would just as soon do it myself. I know what my cock wants and needs.

If it will turn into a blowjob, that is different.

I’ve only paid for sex a handful of times but it was always to get a quick handjob.