Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2006 11:12:12 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Best Hand Jobs in East Texas High School"

This story is dedicated to a kind reader, initials PW.

This story is not for kids under 18.


My name is Joey.  I'm sixteen, a big hulking monster on the ETHS Football
Squad.  No one on the team, or among my friends knows my special talent,
except Sean.  Sean and I, about two years ago discovered mutual
masturbation.  I liked it when Sean did it on me, but I had more fun
getting him off and trying different ways.  I go so good at it that Sean
passed out cold from the excellent sensations I produced on him.  After
that he was a little wary of a repeat, but I still wished I could spread my
digital largess among my fellow students.

Naturally I couldn't go up to a kid and say, "You want me to jerk you off."
Yeah sure, I'm 250 pounds and he might not attack me, but his funny look
would be hard to take.  Somehow I got to ease into this.  Yesterday when I
opened my front door a business card had been inserted in the screen.  It
was an advertisement for pool service, but it gave me the idea for
advertising myself.

I printed up business cards on my 'puter.  After many tries it came out as
follows:

                                          Best Hand Jobs in ETHS Offered.
                                             $20 an hour or until you get
off
                                          Contact Master J at
Strokes@StateNet
                                           No queer stuff, just straight
pleasure

I would have done it for nothing for the added fun of earning enough for a
car got me really excited.  I used transparent tape and put cards on the
walls in the mens room and inside some lockers in the gym.

A week went by.  Nothing.  No one even remarked about the cards.  Then on a
Saturday I checked my special address site and there were three messages.

One asked if this was legit or a con.  One asked where we could meet.  The
third cursed me out as being a sick bitch.  I answered the first two.  The
first was signed Sam.  "Hey Sam, I wrote, it's no joke.  I'm the best there
is and I am safe.  Come to my garage at 212 Maple at 4:00 after school on
Monday.  I asked him to confirm.  I got a quick reply that he'd be there
and if this was fake he'd beat my face into something for Halloween.

I handled the second one similarly, set it up for Tuesday.  He used a
handle.  I used hand lotion to make my hands ready.  I cut my nails.
That's about it in prep except for having a few cum rag towels.

When I was in school the next day I wondered who Sam was.  There were two
Sams in the school.  One was a freshman and the other a senior who was on
my squad actually.  The other kids, my Tuesday "date" was named with a
handle: Stiffy.  Cute. .

After school on Monday I was a little nervous as I waited for my
victim/lover/subject.  Exactly at four a tap on the side door of the garage
brought me to my feet.  I peeked out the burlap curtain on the door.  Yep,
it was Sam from the team.  I opened the door.  "You!." he exclaimed.  "Is
this a fucking joke?"

"It ain't a joke Sam," I said in a low breathy voice.  "Come in., Drop trou
and you got a treat in store."  Yipes he was big, beat me by fifteen pounds
and two inches (height that is.)  Staring mistrustfully at me he sidled
over to the two stack chairs facing each other.

He began to slide his shorts down, then he stopped.  "Ain't you going strip
too."

"Naw, this ain't a love connection.  It's for you Sam, for you to enjoy.
Got my money?"

"Oh yeah." He reached into his lowered shorts and withdrew a twenty and
handed it to me.  I noticed his arm was sweaty.

"Shall I lover your briefs or will you?"

"I'll do it," he said trying to jockey for some control.

His exposed cock showed how different the endowment varies with each of us.
He had a tennis ball sack, round and thick skinned.  His cock was like a
small worm lying on top of the globe of his balls..  His beefy but handsome
face looked worried.  "Small huh?"

"No it's perfect, very sexy and your balls are stupendous."  He leaned
back, relaxing now and his little pee pee raised its head and looked
around.

I reached out and passed a finger over his short shaft.  He let out one of
those uhs like a hiccup.  He breathed a little audibly and I took hold of
his cock very softly.  "Oh, oh.  That feels good.  Can you be a little less
gentle?"

"Yes I can, but I want you to get your money's worth so that you'll tell
the rest of the team what a great time you had."

I lifted his boyish cock and held it slightly firmer but still stroked very
lightly from tip to base.  I reached for some spray oil.  He smelled it and
sat up alarmed. :"What's that?"

"Just a little lube Sammy boy."  He sank back down so docilely like a
little boy leaving everything up to daddy.  His cock was shiny with oil and
he was the kind that warms up when exposed to air.  He was writhing on the
chair as if it was my stimulation.  His foreskin now was retracted fully
and his very red cock head was peeking out its piss lips pulsing.  He was
moaning slightly.

"Dr. J. I think I am ready to cum.  Can you speed up?"

I took his cock shaft in two fingers and began rubbing him from base to
head in a fairly rapid motion.  I paused on the up stroke to tickle and rub
the head.  He was now in full moaning mode.  He was such a jock and a he
man it was surprising that he was giving way to his emotions but I loved
it.  His eyelids were flicking up and down.  He had long lashes, very
pretty.  Suddenly he froze.  "Do you want to suck it?"  I guess this is
what he was used to.

"No Sammy, just let it cum, don't fight it."

He let out a hoarse scream and a long stream of off white cum shot in the
air.  I just was in time to catch it. One thing is sure, that amount of
spooge has nothing to do with the size of the spooge barrel. He was now
howling and pumping and shooting.  The kid was really in the throes of a
great cum.  Finally he quieted down.  When he caught his breath he said,
"Awe some.  I can cum twice, my hour isn't up."

"Yes it is big guy.  Remember one cum, when you cum you're done."

He got up reluctantly and gave me the team style hug where he head is
behind my shoulder.  I patted him paternally and he pulled up his stuff and
left.

The next day with "Stiffy" was quite different.  He was definitely a
freshman kid, short, smooth faced and slim, couldn't have weighed over
125#.  Nice looking kid, easy smiler.  His real name was Robert.  I know he
went to our school, but I didn't know him.  Levels don't mix much.

He held out his hand confidently.  Such a little bony hand.  "Can I lie
down?"  He said in a voice that betrayed his early adolescence, kind of
;hoarse with high overtones.  I told him prone would be okay, strip for
action.  He took off everything.  He had a narrow body, small thin chest
and hips, but his stuff was gigantic and it looked even bigger because of
his narrowness.  It was a big white sausage, the head completely covered,
maybe over six inches long laying over a loose scrotum containing two golf
ball sized testes.  He smiled up at me proudly.  "Nice, huh."

"I don't rate cocks.  I take 'em as I find 'em.  But, ur, yeah, it's big."

"Touch it, big guy, don't be afraid."

What a cocky kid and I mean that both ways.  I noticed that my just looking
at his canon was getting him worked up.  The color of his pale face had
heightened and his nibs had,. right in front of my eyes, stiffened out.  He
was definitely a tit man.  He sort of unconsciously thrust his hips
slightly in my direction.  "Twenty Dollars, big stuff," I reminded him.

"It's over there on the table."  I glanced and there it was.  I reached my
hand out and just touched the dirigible of flesh.  The foreskin slightly
retracted and revealed a pink shiny head already moist.  I ran one finger
along the top.  It sure was smooth, no veins or bumps, a perfect cigar.  I
now could smell a slight cheesy smell, not bad, not even more than a day's
worth.  His eyes were closed and his mouth was working slightly.  "I jerk
off a lot, but even though I cum I always feel that it was not a big enough
thing and a few hours later I'm horny again.  I'm hoping this experience
will be the big one."

"I think you won't want your money back.  Getting off by someone else's
hand is a much difference orgasm.  Your whole body is involved.  You just
don't spit out a load.  You'll see Bobby."

He sort of hummed at my use of his baby name and settled down by rubbing
his thin ass onto the cushions.  I lifted his heavy cock in my hand.  He
said a loud "uh".  I passed my thumb over the slit a few times and he got
hard fast.  It must be over eight inches and thick as hell.  I made a loose
fist and wrapped it around the shaft and squeezed slightly.  You will
notice that there are not many variations of technique.  His hands flew to
his chest and he began flicking his tits rapidly, his eyelids fluttering.
This was a kid who enjoyed his feelings.  He was pushing up with his hips
trying to get more rubbing from my hands.  I began a loose, light movement.
He now switched into his own world, unembarrassed to express himself.  "Oh
Joey, I've seen you at school and in the games, you are a hunk.  To think
you are spending this time with me is such a turn on.  Oh, faster."

He slurped up a glob a spit that was forming at his mouth.  His face now
was bright red and so was a triangle on his pale chest.  He never let off
his flicking of his nubs.  They were now like twin pricks, hard and pointy.

"Bobby," I whispered, do you want me to make you last for the hour or are
you ready to deliver the goods."

He grunted out, "I am brimming and dripping, but let me last just a little
longer.  Can you touch my balls?"

I told him okay and I lifted therm.  They felt like five pounds.  His ball
sack with moist and clung to his legs at first, but then I was holding it.
What a piece.  The fine skin was beginning to thicken and wrinkle as his
balls retracted slightly.  But the end of our session, these balls rose so
high that they were just a big bump on each side of his shaft.  I began a
slow shag.  He was moaning now.  His fingers on his tits were moving
faster.  I speeded up.  He could have stopped me if he wanted to last.  His
moans got louder and his little boy hips began ululating rapidly.  He was
in the fire zone now, no turning back.  I increased the speed of my hand
and added a second hand, there was plenty of room.  "Oh, oh, Joey, don't
stop."  Suddenly he became rigid and then almost jack knifed as his orgasm
hit him.  He shot over his head, then on his face and then several on his
pale chest.  His cock continued to pulsate and dribbled little short
spurts.  At last his cock was still.  He lay with his eyes closed breathing
hard.  I wiped him up.  He opened his eyes and grinned his cocky grin, "How
was it for you?"  We both laughed.

"I hope that will last you for a few hours."

That night I found an e mail from a Patrick.  He said that he was a teacher
and that he was in his thirties.  I wrote back that I have envisioned my
services for my fellow students, but that his e mail was so unusual that I
would see him the following day at 3:30.  I already guessed that Patrick
was the great looking math teacher that everyone, man or woman was drooling
over.  Sure enough, the next day I opened the door and there he was.  "I
guessed it was you Joey," he said.  "I always thought that you were a
sexual experimenter and I very sexy guy.  I glad it is you.  Do you want to
get started?"

He was an African-American, very tawny, butter scotch in color.  An athlete
and math teacher he joined us in the track workouts.  He was about six feet
but seemed taller because of his long, strong legs and well developed
chest.

"You aren't worried that you could be charged with sex with a minor""

"Well you're 18 and you are molesting me.  At least I hope so."  He put his
money on the table and sat on the stacking chair and I sat opposite.  I
purposely made no move, letting him set the stage and the pace.  He slipped
off the black dress pants he was wearing and smiled at me.  "Undies too?"

"Sure," I need access.  "You can leave the top on if you want."

He was smooth,, but around his cock the heavy curly hair spread from hip to
hip.  Real hot I thought.  He had beautiful eyes, soft brown and large.  He
stared at me.  I found myself breathing audibly.  His cock was not
stereo-typically large and also circumcised.  It was a really elegant shape
and color, sort of pale maple.  His balls were slightly darker color,
toward lavender, not large but made a nice set with his cock.  He laughed
and picked up his cock and shook it at me.  "Hey boy, help yourself.  I'm
up for a great time."

I sighed.  In for a penny.  I surprised him by first reaching for his inner
right thigh and then brought my hand to his left thigh and stroked the
light bristle there.  He sighed in surprise.  "You are a devil.  That is
very sensitive for me."  His cock began to thicken a rise.  He had one of
those accordion pricks that had lots of tiny wrinkles that opened up as his
cock lengthened so that it ended up surprisingly long, maybe seven inches,
but not thick.  The head was big as a plum.

I picked up his cock.  It was very warm.  "Ye-s-s-s" he hissed as his blood
began to race and his sensations began to center on his cock.  "Oh," he
said in surprise as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and lightly moved
back and forth.  Pretty soon he was into it.  His eyes were closed and his
mouth was set in a moue.

"Okay Patty," I crooned intimately in his ear, not typical teacher/student
behavior.  "Just relax your mind and your body.  Joey is taking over."

He nodded submissively and licked lips.

As I was stroking in a slow rhythm I noticed he tuned a little so that he
was on one hip.  "Can you touch my ass?"

This was definitely not one of the moves on my menu.  But then he begged me
plaintively, like a little boy.  I reached between his muscular checks and
tickled the sparse hair there.  He moaned loudly.  "Oh thanks Joey, that's
heavenly.  This is the only way I can get off."

Now my finger was right on his wrinkled ass hole.  I stroked it.  His body
locked in pleasure and he almost laughed with joy.  "Oh, so good."

Meanwhile my other hand was stroking his cock rapidly.  His eyes were
rolling back and his mouth lolled open.  Teacher was going to deliver soon,
I thought, but time began to pass.  He was enjoying everything but I think
he was on the brink and couldn't fall off the fence.  Finally I tried a
ploy.  I noticed how he had reacted to my treating him like a boy.  "Paddy,
be a good boy for me, will you?"  He nodded docilely spoke in a small voice
that he would be good.  I told him that if he wasn't good, I would have to
spank him.  He sucked in a breath in passion.  I continued tickling his
anus and rapidly stroking.  He was transported but still not going over the
edge.  I pulled back my open hand and smartly spanked him on one ass cheek.

He began blubbering and real tears came out.  He was slipping back into a
childhood age.  I smacked him on the other cheek and his prick pulsed in my
hand and he became rigid as a big stream of teacher cum coated his chest,
he shouted a again as waves of cum came out of his piss slit.  When he was
finished, he smiled at me.  "You are good at what you do.  That was
excellent. I can recommend you to other students and faculty .  You know,
you ought to double your fee.

During the next five months I had saved enough to get a Mustang.  I was
getting pretty famous in school.  It would probably be a good thing to
graduate and get to college.  I was afraid I'd make the newspapers here.

During those five months I had lots of adventures, such as fending off
advances from some gay guys, not that I didn't get pretty worked up
watching their passion but I wanted to keep profession.  My old friend Sean
stopped by and I gave him a complimentary jerk off and yes, he passed out
again, but when he was normal again he offered to service me.  "After all,
you deserve it."  I nodded, already up for it and breathing with a rasp.  I
undressed completely and lay on the couch.  Sean caressed my body that was
something I didn't do for my clients.  Up and down my chest and belly he
petted me.  He leaned down and licked my tits.  Shit, that was mind
blowing.  Then he turned me over and stuck his teenage tongue in my ass
hole, tickling the swirl of hair there.  He looked around at me.  "You
taste good Joey.  You want to get fucked?"

"No Sean, ;just keep licking and then if you are a good boy, you can suck
me off."

He licked and stuck his tongue deep inside.  The kid had a real long
tongue.  He hit that boy clit inside and I mewled with helpless passion.
Then he turned me on my back and swallowed my cock completely, his tongue
tattooing a beat on my cock head then sliding up and down the underside.
He stopped for a minute and looked down, "Joey, you're going to cum soon.
Your balls are up high and your cock is curving in stiffness.  If I go back
down, you are a gonna.  What do you want."

I groaned in a painful voice.  "Sean, you fucker.  I can't take more.  You
gotta get me off fast before I lose my mind."

He laughed in glee.  "Okay footballer, this'll curl your toes."

He began a up and down long suck using his lips for suction.  My toes were
already curling and my eyes were rolling back.  "Now!." I shouted and felt
my cock pull in then push out and begin by a dribble, then a small shot,
then a big one followed by others as I howled in helpless excitement.

"Geez Sean.  Maybe we should go into partnership."

We never did.  The Hand Job Enterprise was finished.  I had to pay
attention to my college work, but a few times, no charge, I got my three
roomies off.

End