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First Time Handjob Stories
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i was 13 or 14 when I got my first hand job. I still remember it very clearly. there was a girl who was may be around 20 years old at that time. she was my close relative. she used to come to our place every winter on school holidays n live with us for a couple of months. she used to help my mom in household works. i used to work out in the morning like push ups n all. she used to clean my room, tidy up my bed n she used to tease me coz i was very skinny at that time. i used to get angry as she teased me. one day i finished my workout n she also finished cleaning my room. we sat in our room n started talking n looking at some magazines. she asked me have i ever seen boobs? i said no? she asked me again. have i ever kissed a girl. i said no. she then took out her boobs n showed to me. it was like big boobs. she held my hands n took it to her boobs. she then asked me did i feel anything inside? i said no. she then started kissing me. she was very experienced n i was not. she used her lips n tongue all in my mouth n i was suffocating n told her to stop as i was running out of breath. she asked me what happened. i told her that i can't breath n told her to do it slowly. she started laughing. she then then held my hand n took me to her room. closed the door n started kissing. she then put her hand inside my shorts n started playing with my dick. it wasn't erect ha ha. she then started to suck it. after some time i got some erection. she jerked n sucked it until i came. ha ha. it was the best experience of my life. after that she did that for me everyday ha ha
I was 17, we were on the couch dry humping pretty passionately and after a while she asked me if I had came yet. I said no so she said maybe we should try something else. I said, such as? and she said "I have hands" I told her go for it, so she unzips my shorts, pulls down my boxers and strokes my dick. First handjob. I didn't cum until my second one though. we were in here room while she was going at it I got jizz all over the both of us and her sheets and blankets. It was a fun night.
My second one I did. all over the blankets. her hands, the bed... everywhere.
I was 17 when I first gave one but I ended up sucking on it because it was taking too long lol For the purpose of your question the guy was also 17 but had definitely had many sexual exploits before lol
I was 14 I think and we were at the park. . But we had already had sex and lost our virginty prior to that. But I rember I enjoyed it was worried that some one would walk by and see. Think I was more embarrased walking her home with cummm all over my crotch, still half erect.
lol So she made you cum in your pants?
Not excactly but it shot all over on the out side. But any way as erections go down cum still leaks out.
Does it count if she used her mouth as well in the process?
19 then. It was at the same time i lost virginity.
But now that i think about it, i never just received a hand job. And now i feel neglected. : ( thats it, my next fling I will ask for only a hand job : ) but i can see that would probably turn out awkward and she would probably be upset and confused while I try to explain why I want one. At the end, it would probably lead into me not having sex. What shall I do.. Oh, the decisions.
0, I think when I was born the nurse actually touched my penis. Bam beat that.
The rite question for me is " At what age will you get your first handjob from a girl?"
After signing the proper legal forms that change my name to Bernadette, a week last Thursday.
I was 15 and it was in my bedroom. It was not very good so I didn't really enjoy it.
When I was 18. Wasn't as good as I thought it would be.
at the age when i started playing "Sergent stiffy needs happy time' with my girl classmates
I believe it was 17. Not much else to say.
I gave my first handjob when I was 19 going on 20
13 n I rather just jack myself off lol
Never had a hand job... blow job or sex yet.



In which I tell embarrassing stories about first times.

My boyfriend (who agreed to feature in these essays on the condition he be called Sergio Danger) is fantastic, and I’m not just saying this because he’s right next to me. He has a lot of great qualities, but one of them (and this may be oversharing, but that’s kind of the point of this) is that it’s really easy to give him a hand-job. No details, but it’s definitely a plus, because I have a long and tortured history with this particular type of foreplay.
His name was Marco, and that’s his real name, because he’s an asshole and I don’t care about his privacy. When he first kissed me, he had a girlfriend, but this seemed okay to me, because I was fifteen and I wasn’t used to being wanted. I hadn’t even gotten to second base with any other guy, but things with Marco progressed quickly, and it wasn’t long before I realized what was expected of me.
He had picked me up, under the guise of going to the mall, but we both knew we were going to end up making out. He decided to park behind a Mormon church, and I still feel bad about that. I mean, I’m an Atheist, but I’ve met so many cool Mormons that every time I think about it, I feel shame. Sorry, guys. 
Marco grabbed me in various places while we were kissing, which I was by then used to, but a few minutes in, he grabbed my hand and put it on his pants, and I quietly panicked. I should have anticipated this, but I guess I figured that it would come later. He gave me zero instruction, so I just kind of rubbed while trying to act completely nonchalant. I kept thinking that I didn’t even know where the important parts were, and worrying that he wouldn’t be impressed. (I know, I know, but I was fifteen, remember.)
I contrived some reason for him to take me home shortly after, and we didn’t talk about it again until a few days later, when I worked up the courage to ask him what I was supposed to do, once we got his member out in the open.
“Well, it’s kind of like a handle,” he said, “and you just move your hand up and down. It’s easy.”
This seemed to minimize what was, to me, a daunting task, so I asked my sister, who I’ll call L.
She lived elsewhere at this point (as she still does), and I didn’t have a cell phone, so I had to orchestrate a situation in which I could use the house phone without being overheard by my parents (no small task). L was obviously very surprised and kind of horrified, me being her baby sister and all, but she handled it remarkably well.
She basically repeated what Marco said, only with more detail, and tips on which spots to avoid touching. 
“Is there anything else I should know?” I said.
“Well, there’s this ridge near the bottom, and if you use your other hand to rub that while rubbing the rest of it, he’ll really like it,” L said.
(I found out later that, directly after this phone call, L went to her boyfriend of the time wailing about how her little sister was a slut. I’m just grateful she never said it to me, because I would have taken it personally.)
So after feeling like I could handle the hand-job responsibility, I called Marco and asked him to hang out. 
“Where do you want to go?” he said.
“Oh, anywhere,” I replied, and he got what I meant.
So we ended up in his car in the Capitol High School parking lot, and I have no idea what we were doing there, because neither of us went there, so it wasn’t any decent fuck-off to administrators. I wish I could at least say that about this event.
The actual hand-job was, if I remember clearly, fairly routine, with the exception of what I’ve come to call in my mind “the ridge search.” I kept searching, with my free hand, for the ridge at the base that L talked about, but was met with nothing for my efforts. Marco and I never talked about it, not for the three years we were together after this, but I’m sure he was pretty confused as to what the hell I was trying to do. After a while, I got another reason to be alarmed: he showed no sign of finishing, which L had described to me, and I had expected. I was starting to worry that I was doing something terribly wrong, so I found another silly reason to wrap it up, and I went home, feeling like a changed woman. (The idea of my fifteen-year-old self being a woman is so laughably inaccurate that I can’t find anything to compare it to, but I did think it, and I’m trying to be honest here.)
I found out only a few months ago that the ridge is indeed a real thing, and L wasn’t just trying to confuse me. But it’s only present on circumcised men, see, and I guess it didn’t occur to L that Marco wasn’t circumcised, and I didn’t think to mention it because I didn’t know the difference. Until I read about the existence of the ridge and its qualifications, however, I spent a significant amount of time with every new man I slept with trying to see if he had a ridge. And to think if L and I had just gotten to that point, I would have saved a good bit of time.
Marco and I never talked about that first time, for which I am eternally glad. My ego was very sensitive at the time, and hearing that I was bad at hand-jobs, even though I had already assumed I was because I wasn’t stupid, might have given me a panic attack.
Next time, we’ll do the first time I felt pretty.



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No matter how much advice you received from friends, family and school, no one can ever really prepare you for that first break-up, how to go about your first kiss or what on earth to do when womanhood approaches you in the form of blood flowing from your nether regions. Our pubescent years are filled with tackling these ground-breaking life events in our very different ways, some of which we don’t always find comfortable to talk about. I sat down with a plethora of ladies and questioned them on just a few of the highs and lows of ‘femaleness’ and their experiences.
‘I did kiss someone when I was 3 but I don’t think that counts (it was magical). It happened again when I was 13 with a disgusting boy at a party, it was like a washing machine and then I was gone with the wind (again, magical).’
‘When I was 18, at a house party. He asked me if I’d like to go out for some air. At this point, I had no idea what going out for air meant. He just pushed his face into mine and frankly, it was awful. But he’s now gay so I feel like it’s all worked out for the best.’
‘He was my boyfriend in year 9. We’d been out in the park, he walked me home and we kissed on my front door step. Worst moment of my life, and I don’t think I kissed another boy for a year.’
 ‘I was 13 and it was on Wandsworth Common where everyone used to go and just get really drunk. Some creepy guy dragged me off and I swear, his tongue explored my face in its entirety. S C A R R E D.’
 ‘I was 12, nearly 13 and it just happened in John Lewis. Very middle class.’
‘We were on a family holiday in the summer after Year 8. One day, I had a massive argument with my mum because she didn’t like me buying boys’ clothes. That same day, I just started bleeding. Cried on the bathroom floor for hours. The sheer irony of that day still gets me.’
 ‘I was 11 and I didn’t know what a period was. I cried because I thought I was dying and then thought I was pregnant. Cried to my mum and told her what happened. She hugged me, congratulated me on being a woman and then promptly called all the females in my family. When I came home from school that day, my brother had found out and was discovered sat on the bathroom floor crying whilst looking at pictures of me as a small child.’
‘I got mine when I was 8 or 9 and told my mum who then slapped me across the face. Apparently it’s tradition.’
‘Mine was in year 7. I remember I was in History and needed to go to the toilet. When I got up, I accidentally flashed all my friends but didn’t really think anything of it. It was when I got to the toilet that I realised I had started my period. Half my class had seen my bloody knickers.’
First time you shaved or waxed your lady-garden?
‘I think I was going to a party when I was like 15 and some people were allowed to stay over. I’m not sure what I thought would happen but I wanted to be prepared at all costs, so I stole my mum’s blunt razor and got to work. It was a real hack job. I then stayed away from boys at all costs, no one needed to see that.’
 ‘Don’t remember when it actually happened but girls started talking about it so I went home and gave shaving a try. Probably for the best because I got fingered a week later.’
 ‘I actually went for the scissors first. I wasn’t really looking and cut myself a few times which fucking hurt. Then I found my dad’s razor and ended up with a terrible shaving rash and war wounds.’
‘I was 14 or 15. I had a free house, and this guy came round. We were getting drunk and getting off with one another. Things started getting hot and heavy so I told him that I needed the toilet and I locked myself in and shaved literally everything including my forearms.’
‘I remember my first time because I was in the bath and the shower head ended up between my legs and was feeling quite nice. Got quite into it and then the shower head came off.’
‘I was pretty young, between 10 and 12, and I didn’t know what I was doing. It involved a pillow. I was basically dry-humping a pillow. My mum walked in. It was under covers but she knew. She. Knew.’
 ‘I think I was 15 and this girl had sent a video of herself masturbating to a boy, who in turn ended up sharing it with everyone. Me and my group of friends were like, “well, gonna give this a go and see what all the fuss is it about”.’
‘It was a very long time ago and I thought it was the most incredible thing in the history of the world and thought no one else could do it, almost like a secret power. Used to do it all the time and then slowed it down, because it was getting weird.’
First time you did anything sexual with a boy
‘I was 16 with a long term boyfriend. He fingered me and that was it. It was pretty good, I can’t really remember it if I’m being honest, all I know is I didn’t want to touch his penis.’
‘Everything happened on the same night. It was so painful, we just went from one thing to another. Finger, penis, done, ouch. He got a condom from his parents’ room which I realise now is really weird. I was in so much pain afterwards and then ran to the toilet and cried. Then he bought me Ben and Jerry’s which we ate in bed. Cute.’
‘Kinda half gave someone a hand-job in an ICT lesson. Classic.’
‘It was on a beanbag in my mate’s house and it was weird because my hand was down his trousers, holding his penis but I didn’t know what to do with it. You know at primary school when you’d have to put your hand in a bag and try to figure out what was in your hand? It was like that. Like a blind man trying to peel a carrot.’
‘After 3 attempts of trying and failed miserably to have sex, we gave it another go. We were passionately kissing, clothes were off, he was on top and then next thing you know, he whispered in my ear that it was in. To which I responded ‘really?’ Afterwards, I sang ‘Like a Virgin’ by Madonna.’
‘It was actually not bad, it obviously hurt a bit. Bled a bit but not a lot because I dance. The next day when I was getting the train from his back to mine, I remember being at the train station and feeling really aware that everyone knew what I had done.’
‘I’d had sexual relations with a boy about 5 minutes beforehand, and being the horny hunni that I am, another guy who was interested started getting off with me and we were just canoodling in a dark room. Another friend entered the room and unsuspectedly started chatting to us about X Factor. It was simply not the time nor the place so we decided to move the party to the downstairs bathroom and my first real sexual position was standing up doggy style. When it was over, I went home and cried a bit because I was really hungover.’
‘It was with my boyfriend in year 11 who I’d been together with for 8 months. I invited him round thinking that it would be the day it finally happened. We had one condom. He got really nervous and ripped it. It was not the day.’
 ‘It was devastating. We had an intense summer romance over 4 months. One night at Crisis I got a text from him out of the blue saying ‘I don’t think this is going to work anymore’. I didn’t speak for 5 or 6 days afterwards. He told me I had to get over it and when I stalked him on Facebook, I discovered he had gotten a girlfriend. Since then, I’ve never actually fallen for someone else.’
‘It was primary school. He was actually quite a rebel and I was attracted to the bad boy in him. I think I thought I could change him, We’d double-date with another couple and all go to the playground. But then it just fizzled out.’
‘I went to a house party. I was just not feeling the relationship anymore and he kind of brought it up whilst we were sitting with his friends. We ended up breaking up there and then but I was still staying over and had to drive him back the next day. He kept trying to spoon me in the night. It was pretty awkward.’
 ‘I was on holiday with my first ever proper boyfriend in Cyprus with some friends. We were all walking down the beach and he ran into the sea with my best friend’s little sister and they literally started getting off and having sex in the sea. He tried to talk to me but I was like, you’re fucking dumb. But it’s okay because he’s gay now.’
‘On Facebook chat, he was just like, this isn’t working. I got finished on Facebook chat. Minute of silence for me please.’
‘It was year 8 and I went to a friend’s party. We were all in the pool and we decided to get with each other. Some of the girls were topless. I really just don’t know.’
‘I kissed a friend at a house party because we wanted to make two of our male friends kiss. We kissed but they didn’t so we were pissed. Also, one time in Market Bar, someone was aggressively trying it on with me and I told me and my friend were in a lesbian relationship. He told me to prove it and frankly, I don’t like being called a liar. Sparks flew.’
 ‘I’ve never done it properly. Just a little peck but who doesn’t do that?’
‘I was on a night out and dancing, proper going for it. I was swivelling around, slut dropping and then accidentally karate punched this girl’s drink out of her hand. I was like, “so sorry I’ll buy you a drink”. So I bought her a drink and then she decided to kiss me. Didn’t really mind. The bartender was like, no PDA in this bar and proceeded to squirt the girl in the face with the soda hose. A whirlwind romance.’
First time you got horrifically drunk
‘It was on the day of our last GCSE exam. My mum kindly gave me a bottle of wine which I downed all by myself. I passed out for about 4 hours. Came about and everyone started freaking out. I staggered towards the garden. Th
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