My best friend is a nerd. Full on watches video essays about black holes, gets hyped for board game nights, owns multiple anime hoodies kind of nerd. We've been close since freshman year, completely platonic, never hooked up, never even came close. He's had maybe one girlfriend ever and gets flustered when anyone says the word "blowjob" at a party. It's cute I guess.
Quick thing about me. I have great tits. I know that's a weird thing to announce but it's relevant lol. They're big, they sit nice, and multiple people have told me they're "distracting." I bring this up because this man has never seen them and they played a starring role in what happened.
Thursday he texts me that he fractured two fingers on his right hand during a basketball game. Splint, painkillers, can't do anything by himself. I drove over, helped him eat, wrapped his splint in plastic so he could shower. Normal stuff. After his shower I heard him call my name from the bathroom. Quiet. Embarrassed.
I opened the door and he was standing there naked. Towel on the floor. And his cock was hard. Not half hard, not morning wood, HARD hard. Thick and standing straight up against his stomach and he was staring at the ceiling like god was going to rescue him from this moment.
"I can't... you know... because..." and he held up his wrapped right hand. His jerk off hand. His ONLY hand for this apparently. I almost laughed but he looked so mortified I swallowed it.
I walked him to his bed, sat him down, and said "relax, it's just a handjob." He started stuttering and I pulled my shirt off. No bra. My tits dropped out heavy and full and his mouth fell open and he just STARED. Like a guy seeing tits for the first time which based on his track record might not have been far off.
I spit in my palm and wrapped my fingers around him. And fuck, he was warm. Almost hot. Thick enough that my fingers barely closed all the way around him and I remember thinking how the fuck has this nerd been hiding this from the world?? There was already precum beading at the tip and I smeared it with my thumb and his whole body flinched like I'd shocked him.
I started stroking slow. Long strokes from the base to the tip, twisting my wrist at the head, letting my spit and his precum mix until everything was slick and wet and I could hear it. This soft wet sound every time my hand slid up and back down. His eyes were glued to my tits bouncing with every stroke and his mouth was hanging open and he was breathing through it like he'd forgotten how his nose worked.
I squeezed a little tighter and sped up and that's when the sounds started. These tiny broken gasps. A quiet "oh fuck" that came out like he didn't give his mouth permission to say it. His stomach muscles were twitching under his skin and his good hand was fisting the bedsheet so hard his knuckles went white. Watching this quiet nerdy guy completely fall apart from my hand on his cock did something to me I was NOT prepared for. My pussy was throbbing. Actually throbbing. Getting wet from giving a handjob. My nipples were hard and I knew he could see them and I didn't care, I kind of wanted him to see them, wanted him to stare at my tits while I worked his cock and I leaned forward a little so they'd hang closer to him and bounce more and his breathing got so ragged I thought he might hyperventilate.
His hips started pushing up into my fist, fucking my hand, and I let him. Matched his rhythm, squeezed tighter on the upstroke, rubbed the head with my palm on every pass. His thighs were shaking and his abs were clenching and he was making these desperate little whimpering sounds and I was DRIPPING. Like soaking through my underwear dripping. From a handjob. From watching his face twist up while my hand slid up and down his cock. I wanted to put my mouth on him so bad it scared me.
Two minutes. Maybe less. His hips jerked up hard and he came everywhere. Thick hot ropes of cum across his stomach, on my knuckles, dripping between my fingers and down his shaft. A LOT of it. His whole body was shaking and this broken groan came out of him that I felt in my clit and I squeezed him through it, milking every last drop until he grabbed my wrist with his good hand and pulled me off because he couldn't take anymore.
I grabbed tissues from his nightstand. Wiped the cum off his abs, off my hand, off his cock where it was still twitching and slowly going soft. Pulled my shirt back on. He was laying there staring at the ceiling breathing like he'd run a mile and he goes "thank you??" with a literal question mark and I laughed so hard I snorted.
Told him to drink water and sleep. Left.
Sat in my car for ten minutes with my hand still smelling like his cum and my underwear completely ruined. I drove home with my thighs pressed together and the second I got to my room I shoved my hand in my pants and came in maybe thirty seconds thinking about the sounds he made and how his cock pulsed in my grip when he came and how badly I wanted to put my mouth on it.
We haven't talked about it. He texted me the next day asking if I wanted to come watch him try to eat cereal left-handed. I said yes. His hand is broken for six more weeks and I keep doing the math on that. Next time I'm not sure a handjob is going to be enough.
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