My Favorite Handjob
By Anonymous
Hi there, my name is Susan and I am a nurse in an orthopedic wing of a small rural hospital. I am 38 years old and in excellent physical condition. I am happily married and my husband enjoys my full 38-26-36 figure. I have shoulder length dark brown hair and brown eyes.
Not long ago I had a patient named Hal who was in for hip and back problems. Hal was a 25 year old single guy and a real hunk that had an unfortunate biking accident. He was my patient for 2 and a half months in a cast on his hips and wrists. He could not leave the bed or even roll over. I had to supply him with a bed pan and even clean him up. Not the most glamorous part of my job. It is quite common for a young man to become erect when I clean them or give them a sponge bath but Hal was a gentleman. I pretended not to notice and he pretended not to be embarrassed. I should note that when erect, Hal had a thick seven inch penis that I found quite handsome. Not the biggest I seen but I confess, the one I have secretly desired the most.
Last summer was an unusually quite one on the ward so I had a lot of time to get to know Hal. I grew to like Hal as a good friend. His parents lived across the country and his girlfriend worked in a city 60 miles away so he didn't get many visitors.
My story starts one Saturday afternoon a month after Hal had arrived. His girlfriend was with him and I had given them some privacy. After I had delivered all the other meds I went to Hal's room last. Clearly I had interrupted something. His girlfriend looked flustered and quickly left. Hal looked shocked then near tears. Since I was finished on the ward and was alone until the evening shift arrived I stayed to talk to my new friend and see what was wrong.
He told me that his girlfriend had left him, she had found someone in the city that was more fun. She wanted to remain friends and to prove there were no hard feelings she had proceeded to give him a going away present, a parting blowjob. I had interrupted them and now she was gone. He had tears in his eyes as he told me how bad he needed the blowjob.
Poor Hal had not had an orgasm for 6 weeks now and had a terrible case of blue balls. I pitied him but as a married woman and a professional I could not finish that blowjob, no matter how much I liked him and no matter how attractive I found his penis. I could however bend the rules enough to give him a 'therapeutic' massage to help relieve his stress.
I retrieved some thick mineral oil and then removed the sheets. I had seen him hard before but not like this, his cock was standing up at 45 degrees off his stomach and bounced slightly with each heartbeat. I tucked a towel under his butt and then poured a line of oil from the underside of the glands down to his full testicles.
"I'm only going to do this once." I told him. "I know you must be hurting so I will go slow. Try to relax and let it happen."
As my hand touched him he whimpered. I admit getting a rush from the feeling of power over my friend, this handsome young man. "Shh, don't say a word." I said.
I had very mixed feelings about this. I knew this sort of thing happened from time to time, it simply wasn't discussed. I am a faithful wife and had not touched another man like this for over 15 years. Hal was also a friend now and this is not what friends do.
Actually, it was. Hal was a friend with a painful problem and he needed, not wanted my help. I would not hide this from my husband, I would tell him tonight, he would probably even get a kick out of it, especially since I will be fucking him as I tell him, I was getting pretty hot myself now.
I started out on Hal by just lightly spreading the thick oil around his penis with my fingertips. First the shaft, then the glands, then finally the balls. Hal just moaned. My husband had taught me that to get the most cum out the balls needed to be massaged and that it was important to go slow. The closer the man was to orgasm, the slower I should rub for the maximum ejaculation.
Hal was watching my every move of my hand on his penis. He seemed mesmerized, like my pretty hand on his manhood was the center of his universe. I was glad for the recent manicure and the nice French nails I had currently. I almost laughed about my concern about my nails while I held this man's penis in my power.
I put my left hand on his scrotum and gently began to explore the size and shape of his swollen and sensitive testicles. He moaned, in pleasure I hoped, but either way I wanted to make his orgasm as big as possible. With my right hand I slowly stroked up and down his thick shaft. My grip was firm and I enjoyed strength and hardness I felt within the soft skin. Hal's penis was larger and thicker than my husband's but I had seen larger on the job before. I even had a boyfriend with a nine inch penis in collage. Intercourse had been uncomfortable with such a large cock. Hal's was just about perfect in both size and shape, as handsome as he is. I wondered if he knew how to use it well, if not, what a waste. I grew excited just thinking about it.
I had his cock, no more 'penis' now that I was excited too, pointed straight up. I was using a quick pace at first to get him close quickly and this didn't take long due to both his long abstinence and the aborted blowjob. I had no intention of making his relief go that quickly though. Not to be mean but to make it as good as possible, and, I admit, to prolong the pleasure I was getting too.
As I sensed him getting close to orgasm I changed my grip on his cock. This big prick in my hand was now pointed up at it's owner's face and my thumb and fingertips were on the topside of his cock, now nearly against his belly. As my husband had taught me I slowed the pace and softened my grip. Very gently and slowly I stroked. Even as frustrated as Hal was he could not quite cum like this. He gasped and began to beg but I shushed him and assured him I would finish.
The stroking went on and on. Once I stopped completely because I thought he was about to ejaculate. I got a little more aggressive with his balls and I grew wet myself. The erotic power I felt was wonderful. This strange cock was totally in my power and Hal would do anything to make me finish milking him dry.
Finally I sensed he was close again. His movements showed desperation and I knew it was time. But no sooner than I said "Go ahead, let all that hot come out" my emergency buzzer went off. I jumped and let go, he looked at me with fear and horror in his face.
"Not again." he whimpered.
"Sorry, I'll try to come back." I said. I would too, I was dying to see how much come I could get out of him. I threw the sheet over him and headed out of his room toweling my slick hands.
It turned out to be a false alarm. The patient did need some help though and it took about 5 minutes, then I checked on the other patient in the ward.
Now I was having second thoughts. Did I really want to go back in there to finish what I started? My mind was in a swirl but in the end two things drove me to go back in. The compassion I felt towards a friend and I admit, the heat I felt in my own pussy. I WANTED Hal's cum.
When I got back in the room and uncovered him I realized how close Hal must have been. His cock had oozed a teaspoon of semen onto his belly. I have never before seen such a look of relief on a man's face before when I again poured oil on his aching cock.
With the underside of his cock in the palm of my left hand I once again began to stroke him. I figured he had had enough time to build up for a maximum load and his balls would be aching. I used a medium pace and a light grip. No fooling around this time. I wanted him to shoot. But not too fast.
Hal closed his eyes and moaned. I knew it wouldn't be long this time. I slowed my pace some, I wasn't trying to prevent his orgasm, just slow it down a little for his own pleasure.
Hal started making funny noises. I recognized the signs of impending orgasm. Then a stream of thick sperm shot out and hit him under his chin. A second flew higher and hit him in the eye. I aimed his cock upwards and watched four more shots of diminishing strength arc into the air and land on his belly as he chanted "Oh God" over and over. I used a firm grip to try and milk out the final few drops before I dropped his cock to splat in the puddle of come on his belly.
When he open his eyes I flashed him my best smile and he whispered "thanks" to me.
That night I told my husband about this handjob while I gave him a similar one. I enjoyed them both equally.
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By Anonymous
Hi there, my name is Susan and I am a nurse in an orthopedic wing of a small rural hospital. I am 38 years old and in excellent physical condition. I am happily married and my husband enjoys my full 38-26-36 figure. I have shoulder length dark brown hair and brown eyes.
Not long ago I had a patient named Hal who was in for hip and back problems. Hal was a 25 year old single guy and a real hunk that had an unfortunate biking accident. He was my patient for 2 and a half months in a cast on his hips and wrists. He could not leave the bed or even roll over. I had to supply him with a bed pan and even clean him up. Not the most glamorous part of my job. It is quite common for a young man to become erect when I clean them or give them a sponge bath but Hal was a gentleman. I pretended not to notice and he pretended not to be embarrassed. I should note that when erect, Hal had a thick seven inch penis that I found quite handsome. Not the biggest I seen but I confess, the one I have secretly desired the most.
Last summer was an unusually quite one on the ward so I had a lot of time to get to know Hal. I grew to like Hal as a good friend. His parents lived across the country and his girlfriend worked in a city 60 miles away so he didn't get many visitors.
My story starts one Saturday afternoon a month after Hal had arrived. His girlfriend was with him and I had given them some privacy. After I had delivered all the other meds I went to Hal's room last. Clearly I had interrupted something. His girlfriend looked flustered and quickly left. Hal looked shocked then near tears. Since I was finished on the ward and was alone until the evening shift arrived I stayed to talk to my new friend and see what was wrong.
He told me that his girlfriend had left him, she had found someone in the city that was more fun. She wanted to remain friends and to prove there were no hard feelings she had proceeded to give him a going away present, a parting blowjob. I had interrupted them and now she was gone. He had tears in his eyes as he told me how bad he needed the blowjob.
Poor Hal had not had an orgasm for 6 weeks now and had a terrible case of blue balls. I pitied him but as a married woman and a professional I could not finish that blowjob, no matter how much I liked him and no matter how attractive I found his penis. I could however bend the rules enough to give him a 'therapeutic' massage to help relieve his stress.
I retrieved some thick mineral oil and then removed the sheets. I had seen him hard before but not like this, his cock was standing up at 45 degrees off his stomach and bounced slightly with each heartbeat. I tucked a towel under his butt and then poured a line of oil from the underside of the glands down to his full testicles.
"I'm only going to do this once." I told him. "I know you must be hurting so I will go slow. Try to relax and let it happen."
As my hand touched him he whimpered. I admit getting a rush from the feeling of power over my friend, this handsome young man. "Shh, don't say a word." I said.
I had very mixed feelings about this. I knew this sort of thing happened from time to time, it simply wasn't discussed. I am a faithful wife and had not touched another man like this for over 15 years. Hal was also a friend now and this is not what friends do.
Actually, it was. Hal was a friend with a painful problem and he needed, not wanted my help. I would not hide this from my husband, I would tell him tonight, he would probably even get a kick out of it, especially since I will be fucking him as I tell him, I was getting pretty hot myself now.
I started out on Hal by just lightly spreading the thick oil around his penis with my fingertips. First the shaft, then the glands, then finally the balls. Hal just moaned. My husband had taught me that to get the most cum out the balls needed to be massaged and that it was important to go slow. The closer the man was to orgasm, the slower I should rub for the maximum ejaculation.
Hal was watching my every move of my hand on his penis. He seemed mesmerized, like my pretty hand on his manhood was the center of his universe. I was glad for the recent manicure and the nice French nails I had currently. I almost laughed about my concern about my nails while I held this man's penis in my power.
I put my left hand on his scrotum and gently began to explore the size and shape of his swollen and sensitive testicles. He moaned, in pleasure I hoped, but either way I wanted to make his orgasm as big as possible. With my right hand I slowly stroked up and down his thick shaft. My grip was firm and I enjoyed strength and hardness I felt within the soft skin. Hal's penis was larger and thicker than my husband's but I had seen larger on the job before. I even had a boyfriend with a nine inch penis in collage. Intercourse had been uncomfortable with such a large cock. Hal's was just about perfect in both size and shape, as handsome as he is. I wondered if he knew how to use it well, if not, what a waste. I grew excited just thinking about it.
I had his cock, no more 'penis' now that I was excited too, pointed straight up. I was using a quick pace at first to get him close quickly and this didn't take long due to both his long abstinence and the aborted blowjob. I had no intention of making his relief go that quickly though. Not to be mean but to make it as good as possible, and, I admit, to prolong the pleasure I was getting too.
As I sensed him getting close to orgasm I changed my grip on his cock. This big prick in my hand was now pointed up at it's owner's face and my thumb and fingertips were on the topside of his cock, now nearly against his belly. As my husband had taught me I slowed the pace and softened my grip. Very gently and slowly I stroked. Even as frustrated as Hal was he could not quite cum like this. He gasped and began to beg but I shushed him and assured him I would finish.
The stroking went on and on. Once I stopped completely because I thought he was about to ejaculate. I got a little more aggressive with his balls and I grew wet myself. The erotic power I felt was wonderful. This strange cock was totally in my power and Hal would do anything to make me finish milking him dry.
Finally I sensed he was close again. His movements showed desperation and I knew it was time. But no sooner than I said "Go ahead, let all that hot come out" my emergency buzzer went off. I jumped and let go, he looked at me with fear and horror in his face.
"Not again." he whimpered.
"Sorry, I'll try to come back." I said. I would too, I was dying to see how much come I could get out of him. I threw the sheet over him and headed out of his room toweling my slick hands.
It turned out to be a false alarm. The patient did need some help though and it took about 5 minutes, then I checked on the other patient in the ward.
Now I was having second thoughts. Did I really want to go back in there to finish what I started? My mind was in a swirl but in the end two things drove me to go back in. The compassion I felt towards a friend and I admit, the heat I felt in my own pussy. I WANTED Hal's cum.
When I got back in the room and uncovered him I realized how close Hal must have been. His cock had oozed a teaspoon of semen onto his belly. I have never before seen such a look of relief on a man's face before when I again poured oil on his aching cock.
With the underside of his cock in the palm of my left hand I once again began to stroke him. I figured he had had enough time to build up for a maximum load and his balls would be aching. I used a medium pace and a light grip. No fooling around this time. I wanted him to shoot. But not too fast.
Hal closed his eyes and moaned. I knew it wouldn't be long this time. I slowed my pace some, I wasn't trying to prevent his orgasm, just slow it down a little for his own pleasure.
Hal started making funny noises. I recognized the signs of impending orgasm. Then a stream of thick sperm shot out and hit him under his chin. A second flew higher and hit him in the eye. I aimed his cock upwards and watched four more shots of diminishing strength arc into the air and land on his belly as he chanted "Oh God" over and over. I used a firm grip to try and milk out the final few drops before I dropped his cock to splat in the puddle of come on his belly.
When he open his eyes I flashed him my best smile and he whispered "thanks" to me.
That night I told my husband about this handjob while I gave him a similar one. I enjoyed them both equally.
www.byhandstories.net/stories/favoritehjmed.htm
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