My First Hand Job

There was this metal pole in the front of the bus, right next to the stairs up.

Also, a big green padded wall thing to catch you if the driver slammed on the brakes, or hit a building. That’s it, no seatbelts, let alone airbags.

I guess I was thinking about my aunt, and uncle in the hall. They were staying at our house for the holiday, but I caught them fooling around. My uncle pulled her top up, and felt around the back inside. Unhooked her bra, and she unbuckled his pants.

He was hard in her hands, and she stroked him lovingly, rubbing it with her thumbs while he played with her boobs under her shirt. It was really romantic, for a handjob, but they kissed, and necked. He muttered something in her ear, I couldn’t hear because it was too low.

They left a mess in the hallway, but I ducked back when he zipped up his pants, and buckled his belt. He came out to the living room, and I was just sitting on the couch. Minding my own business on the phone, but blushing like mad. My aunt came out with a wet washcloth from the bathroom to clean up the mess in the hall.

There was this boy on the bus, across from me. He looked over from my hand, stroking the cold metal pole to warm it up. I wasn’t thinking about it, of course I was too busy daydreaming about my aunt getting felt up, and giving a handjob in the hall.

He pulled his mask down to show me it was Tony, from the 7th grade, he grinned, and winked, then he looked down. The bus brakes squealed, so he almost slid off the seat sideways, but then we pulled up to the bus stop. The doors opened, and some more kids got on, but I jumped across behind the bus driver. Before he closed the doors, and drove off.

Tony moved his legs so I could sit next to him, and I whispered. ‘You like jerking off?’ In his ear, but he just took my hand, and put it in his lap. His shirt was untucked, but when I pulled it up, I saw his pants open, and his dick sticking out.

“You want to pump something, try this.”

“Pull your mask up,” this was definitely too close for social distancing, but as long as we both had masks on, and nobody sneezed. He tried to pull mine down, and put my head in his lap. His dick in my mouth, but I shook my head, and twisted it, so he let go.

‘suck it.’

‘no, keep quiet, all right?’ I looked up at the mirror, over the bus driver, but he was paying attention to the road. ‘you can feel my boobs if you think that’ll help.’

“What boobs?”

“Sh!” But the bus was already so full that kids practically had to yell so you could hear them right next to each other, so everyone was yelling and it got really loud. He grabbed my hand, and pumped it faster. He didn’t even say faster, he just made me do it, but I could tell from the way he was breathing, he must be close.

Then, wouldn’t you know it. The bus stopped again. More gently this time, so I had to straighten up. Face front, and try not to fidgit with my bra pulled up on one side, and the strap cutting into the top of my boob. It was really uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to draw attention to it.

Finally, all the kids sat down, and the bus started up again, so I could turn back, and pull his bookbag down. “What happened?” It was hanging out, droopy, and a little wet on the tip. I thought he finished without me, but he just shook his head, and fondled my boob again to get it hard again.

“Huh, just unhook it in the back.” He tried through the outside of my top, and then I stopped to put his hands inside my top, but he just pushed my bra all the way up to grope, and squeeze them. He took a deep breath, and held it. Shaking, and finally he started twitching in my hand. I didn’t know what to do, so I let go his balls, and tried to catch it in my other hand.

“Huh, uh!” He gasped, and hunched when the wet head rubbed in my palm, and I touched my fingers to my knuckles so it ran down instead of squirting out the sides. “Stop,” he slapped my hands, “Stop!” Pushed me off, and crossed his legs, turning over in the corner.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?”

He shook his head, “Just leave me alone.”

“Huh!” I just shrugged, and went back over to my seat, with my bookbag.

“Sit down while the bus is moving.” The driver knocked on the plastic window between us, and his seat.

“Sorry,” I put my head down, but held my hands up grinning to smell my treat. It smelled gross, but I stuck my tongue out, and touched the back of my hand. It didn’t taste as bad as it smelled, in fact it didn’t taste like much of anything until I licked up all I could, and swallowed it. More of an aftertaste really, so if I got another chance.

Next time, maybe he’d let me try a blowjob. If there even is a next time, after the way he acted. I don’t know what I did wrong, but I wasn’t trying to hurt him. I think his head was too sensitive, but he wouldn’t tell me. He wouldn’t even talk to me, he ran away as soon as he saw me as if he was scared.

Maybe my aunt knows, since she’s the handjob queen, and come to think of it, she never touched the head. If only I had the guts to ask her, but that would mean admitting that I was watching them, when they were fooling around in the hall. I tried looking it up at school, but they have those stupid cock blocking filters, and no reception for even 3G. Let alone 5G, so I made a note to look it up later, and then went to class.

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