It all started with my recent unofficial handjob mentorship. Maybe already a month ago, I told my bf that I didn’t feel my confidence in giving handjobs was as high as I would like. Despite (or perhaps because of?) my long standing love for giving blowjobs, at age 35 I realized I’d been neglecting the more fundamental skill of using my hands. So my bf offered to be my tutor— out of pure selflessness, naturally.

One of the first things he taught me was to use one hand to grip his circumcised cock at the base so as to hold the skin taut. This is contrary to what I’ve often experienced with uncut men, where using the foreskin is part of the strategy. But for him, this creates the ideal situation to then stimulate the ultra sensitive neck, the area just under the corona (and yes, I did just have to check google for that anatomical distinction!). Again, this goes against some of my other experiences. For instance, take one guy I sleep with occasionally, whose cock is so sensitive near the tip that I have to be extremely careful, even with my mouth. My bf also pointed out how much the whole head engorges dramatically when things are going on the right path. It’s true, a detail that varies penis to penis of course, but also one that’s hard to detect unless in your hand. My bf also coached me on sticking better to a rhythm, how firmly to grip him, how much he likes it when I tug on his balls. After a handful of times (pun intended), I was consistently able to make him cum. In fact it has almost become our ritual, many nights are not complete unless I make him shoot in my hands. Sometimes before I start I tell him something to the effect of Sit back, I’m gonna make you cum now, and he replies Ok, well you’re gonna have to get it from me. Inevitably, once his breathing sharpens and I know he’s reaching the event horizon, I get the happiest and most devious smile on my face— like a cartoon feline cornering my prey before the pounce. And more often than not, once he’s slick with his own cum and still perfectly hard (god I’m fortunate for his special ability), I climb on top and ride him exactly how I please until I can’t take it anymore. Ugh I love this man.

Around the beginning of this same period is when I started casually cruising for other hookups. See my history for the story of the first one (whose part III I still need to finish writing!). But this has now shaped up to be a legit campaign to milk a steady stream of cocks— all in the name of studious practice, of course. The inaugural participant was this Wednesday, July 10th.

Oops I wanted to finish his story today but it got late! To be continued tomorrow...