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and thus her first handjob. She was 22 and I was 27. And, yes, I truly was her first boyfriend.

We were taking our time to get physically so after the first handjob, we went into a plateau for a few weeks where handjobs for me were as far as we went. For her it was play with her tits and the outside of her pussy.

Back to the first handjob. We were taking a shower together. It was in an old-fashioned bathtub that had a fixed overhead shower where the water coming straight down made it feel like you in a rainstorm. This was the first time we had been completely nude in each other's presence.

First, I soaped her up front and back and she shyly enjoyed it. Then it was her turn to do the same for me. However, she left my genitals untouched. Of course, with the intensity of the experience I had an erection that stood out horizontally from my body. I could see that she was avoiding looking directly at it. She was starting to make a move to get out of the tub. So, I reminded her that she had missed a spot. She got a very flushed face and asked, "Are you sure?" I told her to go ahead.

So she soaped me up. I showed her how to stroke me and how to play with my balls. They were as tight as drum against my body. It only took her a few strokes before I shot my first load. We got out of the tub and after we had dried ourselves went to bed.

I lay on the bed and she sat between my knees. I then showed her how to administer my favorite type of handjob, one that involved her gently stoking my balls and inner thighs with her fingernails, while I stroked myself until I shot off. The first few times we did that I would ejaculate all the way up to my upper chest, which she was fascinated to see.