Zeke Un-cut (My First Hand-Job)


Flashback to the days where I almost thought I lost it. He was doing his thing, arousing me #winning. He was doing everything right. My body was too weak to fight back so I let him push me past my limits.


Shirt was off, bra still on. I was cumming faster than I could say “Zeke stop”. Cumming made me think he was already inside me and I don’t even remember a condom or my jeans coming off.


This was the stuff I’d read about, this was the stuff that caused my addiction to porn. I didn’t cry afterwards, I just accepted the fact I was probably pregnant. I told God it was my fault and didn’t ask for a change of fate. I accepted it and moved on.


But there was a ram in the bush, one so big I couldn’t miss right after I repented I felt him trying to unbutton my pants. I guess it was his turn to cum, but I wasn’t haven’t that. Quickly forgiven, I was ready to end it. He wasn’t done yet, he still wanted to get off. I told him to call a friend and let her get him off.


He looked at me in anger. I could tell he was used to getting what he wanted he was the classic pretty boy that’d never heard the word no. But as hot as he was he refused to call someone else. He told me he’d take me home after he got off.


He was hard as a rock, and desperately needed to release. But the pregnancy scare already returned me to my senses. He went to the back of his apartment and into the bedroom and started what I presume the process of relieving his balls.


He grunted so much I went to check on him, when I asked how he was making out he growled at me. So I asked how I could help, not really wanting to help and hesitating when he asked me to touch it.


This was a grown man’s dick, long and thick. I was terrified and didn’t want anything to do with it. But I took my hand and placed it on it, feeling the heat from the warmth of his member.


I snatched my hand away because I couldn’t understand why it felt so much better when his clothes were on or why I got so much pleasure from it when it was up against my mid-section. Then I remember his circumstance and forced myself to do it. I reached out and firmly wrapped my hands around it again.


He told me to pump it up and down but he stopped before I even started and started complaining that my hands were too rough. He told me as he was putting lotion on it that I needed lotion on it to soften it to make it easier for him to come.


He instructed me to start again, I wrapped my hands around it again but he covered my hands with his coaching me as he did it. I could sense his frustration and when he could no longer hide it he verbalized it and said I’m sorry babe but you need more lotion.


He emptied half the jar of lotion and put it on my hands, he layered it on so thick that when I wrapped my hand around his dick this time it felt un-real. I snatched my hands away, I think he partly understood, then he asked if he could touch my breast while he jerked it.


He pulled my nipples but it just felt weird and after a few seconds I told him I couldn’t help him anymore. I put my bra back on and waiting in the living room. A few minutes later he asked me to bring some tissues from the bathroom. I went to the bathroom and pulled some off the roll but he sent me back to get some more. So I went back and grabbed the roll and rolled it onto the bed.


As I was leaving he asked me to stay and help clean that stuff off that thing. I looked at him like he was crazy and turned around to leave. He asked me to take some of the used tissue with me and throw it out but he wrapped it in more tissue before handing it to me.


I must’ve washed my hands for at least 10 minutes to make sure no residue remained. Then I waited on the couch for him to take me home. He finished up 10 minutes later. On the way home he never looked at me. He unlocked the car but I had to open the door. I knew this meant we’d never see each other again. He’s in a different state now and every now and then I think of him.


When I got home I jumped in the shower, I must’ve stayed in there for at least an hour. After being sure I cleaned myself up from my release earlier I threw my panties and my jeans in a bag and trashed them later. My brain still had the nerve to try and cum again I entertained it for a second, repented again, then went to sleep.


Original Story is titled Meet the Cuddler

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