Well this story tends more towards wholesome than slutty, but here goes...

My partner and I recently began trying to conceive, so sex is now more focused on PIV and attention to ovulation. But right now I’m in my luteal phase when fertility is low, so last night I seized my chance to seize my partner’s cock in my hands and take him all the way to the slippery conclusion.

But let’s rewind a bit. Early when we started dating, I confessed to my guy that I was not very confident in my handjob skills since I had always been more into blowjobs. He offered to become my tutor, and naturally I agreed. When I started to gain more confidence in my prowess, I took my practice out into the general population so to speak. I had a lot of fun giving random guys handjobs— sometimes it was very hot to me and I was attracted to the recipient, and sometimes it was not necessarily erotic for me but still I felt satisfaction in a performing a job well done. I took it seriously as a skill building exercise, and it made my partner proud and happy for me.

Back to last night, I was in the mood for low key, relaxing sexual connection. This is a mood I have frequently, and a handjob is truly the perfect antidote. I’ll usually tell my partner earlier in the day that I plan on stroking his cock later, and as you can probably imagine he’s never said no. After a pretty typical routine of dinner, putting the baby to sleep, and watching a show, we went to the bedroom and he laid back on the bed.

He was wearing a t shirt and pajama bottoms, normal quarantine home attire at this point. I laid down on my side and started to run my hands over his thighs while nuzzling my face into his neck. He had his hands behind his head, eyes closed, passive and receptive, with a slight smile on his face. I rested my hand between his legs and felt his cock start to grow. I slipped my hand under the elastic waist and skimmed my fingers over his shaft. It throbbed in response. He sighed lightly, eyes still closed. I pulled down the pajama bottoms and his cock sprang free. I propped myself up on one elbow and squeezed a good dab of lube into my right hand- our favorite one for handjobs combines silicone and jojoba oil for a cushy, slick feel that never gets sticky.

I started slow, spreading the lube all over his cock and paying special attention around the head. I got a lazy rhythm going, sometimes varying the pace to draw the experience out. I sat up in order to pull the skin taut with the thumb and first finger of my left hand just how he likes, while cradling his balls with with my other fingers. Gripping him this way like a cock ring, his dick quickly got extremely hard... it was bulging and darker and flexing as I started to stroke him at a more steady pace. I whispered how much I love his cock, how good it feels in my hands, how I love to feel him cum when I stroke it. His breathing picked up a bit and got shallow, his hips making small thrusts as I squeezed and stroked him firmly up and down. My left hand increased the pressure just a bit, and with my right I could feel all his veins standing out in stark relief. His breathing took on the slightly ragged quality that signals his imminent climax, and I slowed just ever so slightly while maintaining the same grip. I love to milk his cum out rather than jerk wildly. As I kept up my moderate stroking, I first felt his contractions at the base of the shaft, followed a moment later by warm gushes of cum that coated my hand and ran down to his stomach. Sometimes he’ll cry out or moan forcefully when he cums, sometimes almost sob. Last night he moaned gently as he shot his load all over my hands, followed by relaxed and satisfied sighs as I milked the last drops out of him with gentle squeezing.

I laid back down, my head on his chest and my right hand still wrapped gently around his slowly softening cock. I kissed him and told him again how much I love making him cum with my hands. He told me I’m so good at it, and I remind him I was taught by a pro.

Lately sometimes I miss stroking random dick, and resent that the pandemic has spoiled my slutty fun. But at least I’ve still got my favorite cock to stroke, ready and willing whenever the mood strikes me.