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 Longing for the old Days by Robin - Friend of BRob (MF, MMF, love of
handjobs)

   this story was related to me via my correspondence with a friend.  She
wanted me to share here.  -brob

   The first time was when I was 16.  It was a younger cousin, down in the
basement late one night.  That's where I learned the joy of giving a hand
job, though I didn't know it by that term at the time.  I was a pretty
precocious kid and convinced my cousin to "show me his."

   I had a friend who had told me about it, what it felt like, how it grew
in your hand, how it shot this white stuff out when you slid your hand up
and down.  I didn't really believe her, but was determined to find out.

   Josh, that's my cousin's name, was over with his parents.  We both slept
in the basement, our parents were upstairs doing whatever grownups were
doing in those days.  Geez, that must have been about 1964 or thereabouts.

   Anyway, there he was, standing there, his pajamas down around his
ankles. I'd had to agree to show him my breasts to get him to do it.  I was
sitting there with my pajama top open, I just reached out and wrapped my
hand around it.  It wasn't too big, but it was so warm.  And how I could
feel it surge when I squeezed it!  I might have been hooked right at that
moment.

   I began inspecting it, running my fingers over it, asking him questions,
whether this or that felt good, or whether it hurt, you know.  I really
loved how it swelled up, and how the tip was all tight and shaped like a
mushroom.

   Out of the blue, he shot.  It came as a huge surprise, he yelled, I
screamed, it hit me high on the chest, but I never let go.  To this day I
can feel that pulsing in my hand.

   He was there for 3 days, I think I must have done that to him 10 times!
I made him tell me when it was coming so I'd be prepared.  I got used to it
though, and that's where I began to learn the power it gave me.

   Josh died in a car accident when he was 20, I often think about him, and
wonder what he would say today when thinking back to that long weekend.

   Of course I told my best friend about it.  She was eager to hear
everything.  Seems she wasn't quite as experienced with boys as she had
made me believe.  She seemed a little grossed out by it actually.

   For 35 years now, that's my favorite thing to do with a guy.  Oh sure
I've had sex, and given blowjobs on occasion, but I have to say that having
my hand wrapped around a nice stiff cock when it starts to twitch and throb
is the best.

   My first boyfriend was just a few months after that, his name was Billy.
Sometimes I wonder if my relationship with him didn't happen just because I
was wanting to try out my newfound skill.  Of course I played all innocent
and conservative, having a reputation to protect.  I would slap his hand
away whenever he tried to reach under my sweater when we were making out,
(though I would sometimes let him do it if he left his hands outside.)



   One night after we had been dating for a bit, we were necking in his
parents' car out on a dirt road.  Really steaming up the windows.  He took
my hand in his and placed it on his jeans, holding it there.  Oh how my
heart raced when I felt his hard cock.  I played coy, trying to pull away,
but he kept my hand there, using his to get me to rub it through his jeans.

   He was leaning back against the seat, I was beside him (yep, back in the
days with bench seats) with my lips locked on his.  When he took my hand in
his and pressed it against his jeans, I stopped kissing him and just laid
my head on his shoulder.

   I could feel his excitement, could feel the blood throbbing into him. 
He moved his hand and I left mine.  I think that surprised him.  I didn't
move my head as I spoke, "Can you keep this a secret?" I asked him.  I was
running my fingers up and down it's length.

   Silly question I know, he would have said anything he thought I wanted
to hear.

   After he promised to keep this to himself I added "Can I see it then?"

   He was unbuckling his pants so fast you'd think he had ants in them!  It
was almost comical.  But then there it was.  I remember it as if it was
yesterday.

   I could see it bouncing with his heartbeat.  See the head all purple. 
My fingers began playing over him.

   "Because you know, I'll never do this again if you tell anyone about
this." I told him.  With that statement I wrapped my hand around it.

   Again he was promising his secrecy, his love, his undying devotion.  I
began to stroke him.

   I teased him mercilessly.  Barely even touching him at times.  Others
time squeezing him tight.  I loved the little noises he made.  The way his
hips would quiver.  He was like a little baby, no control over himself at
all.

   Then he began to cum.  Geez how he came, up onto his sweater.  The
feeling of him in my hand as he did.  I didn't let go, just held him like
that.  He just kept yelling "jesus, jesus."

   His sweater was a mess, I lifted my head and kissed him.  "It's time for
me to be getting home" I told him.

   He cleaned himself up with his sweater and threw it into the back seat.
We drove home pretty quietly.  When we got to my house, my dad was on the
porch waiting.  I got out and stuck my head back into the window "not a
word to anyone." And blew him a kiss.

   We dated for over a year.  He was true to his word.  I never tired of
having him in my hands.  We got more daring, I would even do it while we
were driving down the road.  Sometime we would sit in his car and have long
conversations looking out over the lake, the whole time I would hold him
and play with him.

   If I wanted something, all I had to do was tease him till he was blue
and he would agree to anything.  I was never unreasonable, it became kind
of a game with us actually.  I never did have sex with him but I did let
him convince me to take off my sweater a few times.

   As a diversion, I found myself wanting to play with him in places where
I really shouldn't be.  In the car while driving down the road, in a movie
theatre.  Once even under a blanket watching TV, and in the same room as my
parents no less.

   We used to double date some with his best friend.  The drive in was
always fun.  Something about having another couple right there behind us
was really a gas!  Billy would do his best to be quiet, but I would tease
him mercilessly.  And the sound of his zipper when I pulled it down!  I
would always wait till a quiet moment in a movie.  I did learn to use a
tissue to keep from making a mess, but really loved to see him shoot when I
could.

   At some point I knew his buddy knew what we liked to do.  I didn't
really hide things all that much.  It was his best friend after all, and I
knew I was telling my best friend every detail so it seemed fair.

   One night his buddy's date had cancelled at the last minute.  We went to
pick her up and her dad said no so the three of us went to the movies
together.

   The drive-in movies were major make-out sessions to say the least. 
Plenty of girls lost their virginity in the back seat at the drive-in in
those days.  I was still a virgin and proud of it.

   My boyfriend was giving his buddy a hard time about being alone as we
drove into the drive in.  Making some crude comments.  Something about
"rosy palm and her 5 sisters" if I remember.

   That night was the first time I'd ever watched a guy do himself.  My
boyfriend had told his buddy to get in the back seat to give us a little
privacy.

   I have to admit it was a little weird, making out with Billy while Josh
was right behind us.  He didn't even seem to remember his buddy was even in
the car.  Soon I had him in my hand, he was completely under my spell. 
Every once in a while I would look back, and see Josh watching me, or us
maybe.

   That was one of the nights I let Billy get inside of my blouse.  I
unbuttoned it more than usual on purpose, and when he discovered it his
hands slid inside.  I let him this night, pulling his head down to my
chest. Something about Josh being right behind us seemed so naughty, and I
loved it.

   I felt Billy's mouth on my breast and knew I was going to have a hickey.
But I also knew he was occupied.  I turned sideways and gave him better
access.  As I did I turned my head and looked into the eyes of Josh.

   I looked down to the front of his jeans and gave him a wink with a
smile. He looked uneasy.  My boyfriend was definitely there for the
duration.  I knew my nipples would be sore for days.

   It took a bit, motioning with my eyes, but finally he pulled out his
cock.  I caught my breath, my boyfriend thought he had caused it, but it
was the sight of what his buddy had in his hand.  It was long, and it was
thick and it was hard.

   I don't know if anyone remembers the two door cars from the 60s, with
bench seats.  There was always a gap in the seat backs so they could lean
forward to let someone in.  Lets seen, how do I explain this.  I pulled
Jimmy away from me, unbuttoning my blouse the rest of the way.  I reached
back and unhooked my bra, sliding it off.  I turned fully sideways, and put
my hand behind Jimmy's head.

   He came to me like a baby, my top unbuttoned and open, my breasts
immediately filling his hands.  In the meantime I had one hand holding his
head against me.  I really don't think he remembered Josh even being there
at that moment.

   Well, when I rearranged, my left arm was through the crack between the
seats.  His buddy was no dummy, and soon I felt his cock in my hand.  Geez
it was thick, I couldn't even get my hand around him, but I began to
stroke.

   I came like that, my boyfriend sucking on my breasts, my hand wrapped
around his buddy's cock.  I came, he came.  It was very erotic.  And risky!


   After I felt him getting soft I pulled my hand up through the slot
between the seats.  I was just about to put that hand in my boyfriends hair
when I realized it had cum all over it.  Crap, I wasn't sure what to do.  I
looked back, and his buddy leaned forward and took my hand.  He brought my
fingers to his lips and put them into his mouth one by one.

   Oh My God!  Holy Moly!  Was he really doing this?  I came again, just a
little bit, as I watched him doing this.  Then he used his shirt sleeve and
dried my hand off and kissing it.

   I pulled Jimmy up and grabbed his cock.  I followed his gaze into the
back seat.  His buddy had his head against the side window, eyes closed,
apparently sleeping.  Close call.

   I was feeling particularly naughty that night.  I leaned down, rubbing
my now throbbing nipples against his cock as I stroked it.  I let him cum
right there, on my breasts like that.

   I was wiping myself clean with a tissue, looking into the back seat "I
can't believe Josh slept through all that." I giggled.  Actually he was
looking right at me, while Billy was getting his clothes in order.

   Billy and I had split up not too long after that.  It was probably 6
months later that I had a single date with Jimmy's buddy.  Like I said he
was kind of a jerk, but he had been drafted and was heading off to the war.
He'd been bugging me to go out with him every chance he got.  That night I
finally said yes.  We were at that same drive-in, and that night was the
first time I had ever given anyone a blowjob.

   I remember taking him into my mouth, thinking this was no big deal. 
Bigger for him I guess because soon he he put his hands on my head and
pushed me down onto him.  I remember my eyes watering.  And I'm not sure
why but the force of his orgasm really caught me by surprise.  I really
didn't have any choice but to swallow, since I was so far down on him. 
That and he was holding me there.

   I remember catching my breath then making sure he got a good taste as I
kissed him.  I just pushed as much as I could into his mouth.  He seemed to
relish in that.  I remember at the time wondering if he was a fag (that was
the word we used in those days.) The next week he left for Vietnam , I
never saw him again.

   Life was pretty much normal.  I went off to school and kept up with my
ways.  The next thing of note I remember was the time I did two guys at
once.  By then I wasn't a virgin anymore, having given up trying to save
myself for marriage.

   Does this turn you guys on?  The girls were running around in little
short pj tops, all jiggly.  Not much in the way of dialog to say the least.
The story line had this one girl, from brazil , with this long dark hair.
She didn't speak much but she really was hot.

   They kind of laughed the question off.  But then came the shower scene.
This brazillian girl was naked, and was all soaped up.  That's when I
reached down to each of them.  "Yep" I'd say so.  They were both bulging
out in their jeans pretty good.

   "Would you guys be masturbating if I wasn't here.  One of them said "no
way" at exactly the same time as the other said, "hell yes."

   I turned to my right, to the one that said no way.  He just looked at
me, and it was pretty obvious we would love to get off at the moment.

   "Pull `em out guys, I want to watch."

   One did without even hesitating, the other took a bit but did.  I kept
watching the movie with both of these guys' dicks sticking out of their
jeans on either side of me.

   About then the girl on-screen was joined by one of her sorority sisters.
They soaped each other up pretty good.

   I unsnapped my jeans and ran my hand down the front into my panties.

   Here we all three were, watching this total hottie on screen, friggin
ourselves.  Just the idea of it all had me cumming almost immediately.

   I realized the guys didn't know where to look, at me or the screen.

   "Eyes front" I said, and taking each of them onto a hand.  This was such
a gas, both hands full of hard cock.  I started talking dirty to them.

   "Wouldn't you love to get a piece of that girl?" "Look at those tits, I
bet you'd love to slide your cock up between them huh" and "She looks like
she wants it."

   I just kept that up, stroking as they watched.  They both came, all over
my hands, and onto their bellies.

   "She's pretty hot huh" I said, wanting to give the girl on-screen all of
the credit.  "I wouldn't mind coming to see this one again."

   They agreed wholeheartedly.

   I remember thinking about what a bad girl I must be as we drove home.  I
had them drop me off at my place, aware that things would probably get out
of hand if we went anyplace together.  I remember thinking about what these
guys must think of me.

   I think about those days a lot.  My husband has no idea.  I think he
would freak out if he knew.  But most times when I find myself needing to
masturbate, those days are what I think of.  I have fantasies of being a
bad girl again.  But now that I'm married, and a mother, I'm probably just
left to my memories.