Cfnm Story Part I - My First High School Hand Job
My First High School Hand Job - Part I of a Cfnm Story by Katrina
When I was in 10th grade, I had a terrific CFNM experience with my first “real” boyfriend, “Joel?, who was constantly bragging about the size of his penis. He was a senior on the high school basketball team, so obviously he was tall and athletic, (I’d say he was about 6′2). We hadn’t done anything but kissing and some light petting by then. So one Friday night after a typical McDonalds dinner and a movie, we were sitting in his car in the vacant parking lot behind the movie theater.
We started kissing and he started feeling me up for the first time under my bra. Since he was feeling me up, I started to get hot and bothered (& wet), so I began squeezing and exploring his bulge, trying to find out if he was all talk or was really was packing a whopper, (as my friends called it).
I wasn’t too nervous about my modesty, since his hands were under my bra, and my small breasts weren’t exposed in case anybody walked by. But I gathered up my courage and unzipped his fly, popped the button on his jeans, and shoved my little hand down the front of his underwear.
I felt some what safe about it because the dashboard and side door was hiding what my hands were doing from anyone’s view. Joel was totally into it, probably thinking I was going to eventually put my mouth on it. Little did he know, I just wanted to see how big he really was.
I remember running my little fingers through his pubic hair and twirling it around my fingers. I sucked in my breath as I moved my hand down further, finding the base of his hard-on, and grasping the shaft of it for the very first time. It was so hard and smooth, but what I remember most was how warm it was.
I stopped kissing him for a second so I could look down, because I wanted to see it when it flopped out. The moonlight came in through the car window perfectly, so when the moment of truth came and my hand pulled it out, it sprang out in all its glory. He was right, it was huge. I couldn’t get over how thick it was too, besides just being long. All I could think of was, “how in the heck does he walk with this thing ? or how does this thing sit in his pants ?”.
I was so nervous as I moved my little hand up and down on his shaft. I had seen a few porn videos by then and my friends had informed me on how to please a guy’s penis. Anyway, I kept on deep kissing him, because I didn’t want him to think I was going to put my mouth on it. So after a few minutes of kissing and stroking him, he suddenly stopped kissing me back and just leaned back in his car seat.
So now I’m just taking in this incredible view of my petite little 18 year old hand stroking this big hard jock’s erection, waving it around, with him laying back with his eyes closed. (if father could only see his little girl now).
But just as he was about to blow his load, the back door to the movie theater opened up, and people started coming out ! Talk about a buzz kill. Nobody actually saw anything, since all of the action was below the dashboard, but everybody knew what we were doing.
To be continued….
