Deloris 1

Deloris

The best hand job ever.

I have tried to keep the details under control so you can picture the tale in your head. I can only hope you enjoy my little attempt at entertaining you.

I was enjoying my Sunday morning coffee at the best little café in town. Every Sunday I would stroll down and have a sweet roll and coffee. It was one of my life's little pleasures. At twenty years old, single and having a high pressure IT job I deserved this routine.

"Excuse me, are you Frankie? Frankie French."

I looked up and standing by my table was a tall very good looking woman. "What"?

"I'm sorry but you look like Frankie French should look. Please excuse me for bothering you. You must think I'm a nut of some sort."

As I stood up, "Well I am Frank French. Do I know you? I don't owe you any money do I?"

"No...No...I'm Deloris Smithson. I used to baby sit you, a long time ago when you were just a little baby. Look at you now...all grown up and drinking coffee instead of breast milk."

I invited her to sit and we spent almost an hour before she had to leave. She filled the time telling me stories about my parents that I had never heard. As she was leaving she asked if it was ok to join me again sometime and I told her I would like that.

Two Sundays later there she was. As she sat she looked amused and when I asked her what was so funny she started to chuckle. "I was just remembering the first time I sat you. Your mother was a school teacher and had to leave by seven in the morning and you dad would get home about noon from his job. So your mother insisted that I come early the first morning so she could show me where stuff was and her special instructions. Being fifteen I had been sitting kids for over a year but she still insisted. As she showed me around you pooped and so you needed a change of your diaper. When she removed the dirty one I couldn't stop staring at your thing."

"Martha asked me what was wrong and I explained that I had only sat for little girls before and that yours was the first real penis I had ever seen. Just then you peed. Right straight up in the air and she calmly put her hand over you stop contain the pee from going all over."

"I had jumped back when you started and your mom laughed and grabbed a small towel to wipe everything up. As she did she told me to be ready whenever I was changing you because you did that a lot. Then before the powder and putting the clean diaper on she asked me if this was really the first penis I had ever seen. In the short discussion that followed I confessed that it was so little and I expected it to be bigger. Maybe like the pictures of Greek and Roman statues."

"Her response was that you were just a baby and it would get bigger as you grew. When I asked as big as those statues she told me at times it would get much bigger. I told her she was pulling my leg but she said no, I should just wait until I had a husband. At that point she had to leave for work."

"The next morning I had to ask, how much bigger? I mean it was only about this big." Then she held up her hand with her thumb and forefinger only an in or so apart. "So for ten or fifteen minutes she explained how those things worked and then how big they could get. Finally that you could expect to grow a lot because as she put it your father was well endowed in that area."

"When I asked her how come the little knob on the end was exposed she told me about circumcision for cleanliness and that she just felt they looked neater when the extra skin was gone. Your mom was so upfront and honest with me. Do you think it was because she was a school teacher? I just loved her. My mother was so unreachable about some things."

By now I was ready to change the subject. I had been ready when she first mentioned my penis. Thankfully so was she. I didn't need a thirty five year old woman talking about my stuff, even a very attractive woman. Actually it was causing a reaction in my slacks and I didn't need that, being between steady girlfriends.

Deloris missed the next Sunday and I missed her, except for the frank talk about my penis. When she appeared the following Sunday I was glad to see her. Something about her appealed to me. Maybe the fact that she was older and still was willing to spend time with me? Maybe that I was a bit attracted to her was the reason. She was a very good looking lady, as tall as I am, slim, short dark hair, seemed to have long legs and small breasts. For some reason I like little tits. Go figure, every other guy wants them big.

The next Sunday when she showed up we spent most of the morning talking about our jobs. I may have mentioned I work in IT. Deloris is a physical therapist working mostly with injured athletes. She had some real horror stories about some of her patients.

During a lull in the conversation she lowered the boom. "Can I see it?"

"What?"

"Your penis, your mom said it would grow as you got older. Now you're older. I want to see if she was telling me the truth. And she said you should be bigger than average because your dad was. So...Would you show it to me?"

"Not a good idea. We would get banned from the deli and maybe arrested."

"Not here silly, at my place, I live just around the corner and my roommate is gone for a week. So no one would bother us. I promise no sex. I just want to see it, that's all."

"I still think it's a bad idea. We just meet a few weeks ago and hardly know each other."

"Not true. I've seen you naked. I know about your job. You know about my job. If it would help I could tell you about some of the other penises I've seen, at work I mean, when I'm helping a guy with muscle strains and such. Some are small, some are bigger. I just want to see if yours grew like your mom said it would. Or did she tell me a tale? Are you little and ashamed of it? You shouldn't be if you are little, some just are and that's ok."

I tried to tell her that I was ok in that department but I wasn't going to show it to her just to prove it. She would just have to believe me.

"I tell you what." She whispered. "You show it to me and I'll give you the best hand job you've ever had. I guarantee it. You've never had one like I can give. I am the best. No other sex, just the hand job. That's all."

What guy is going to tell a woman no to that? Not me that's for sure. Maybe I should be colored stupid but I was following her out the door in a flash. Hell maybe she was an axe murderer. Nay...I didn't think so. Is she was going to hit me with an axe she would've promised more than a hand job...Right?

As we walked down the street she told me again it was just a hand job nothing more. She wouldn't be removing any clothing even when I was naked. Just I would be naked, not she, nothing more and I had to agree with her before anything else took place. Her home was in a tall condo and her apartment was great. I was given a quick tour before we ended up in her bedroom.

"Ok big guy strip down or do to want me to do it? I want to see it. I've been thinking about it for weeks. Come on hurry up. Here let me get your shoes and socks off. Ya...Looking good. Now those boxers need to come off."

Deloris just stood back and looked at me until I was uncomfortable. I tried to cover my erection as I finally asked if I should get dressed and she told me absolutely not and please move my hands back to my sides.

"It is beautiful. I love it. That is the best looking cock I have ever seen. It's so long and so neat looking. Your mom was right. Being circumcised was a good idea. How big is it?"

I told her I wasn't sure and she called me a liar and all men knew how big they were. She told me to follow her and grabbed me by my penis. We ended up in the den and she dug in a drawer for a ruler. "Ok...You just stand still and let me do this." She laid the ruler on top and pressed it tight to my stomach. "Ah...Excellent...It's exactly seven and one quarter inches long. Very nice Frankie, you can be proud of it. Yes indeed for having such a nice cock. Is it ok to call it a cock? Do you prefer something else, pecker maybe?"

"Come on lets go out to the living room. I think I want to do my thing on the couch, if that's ok with you."

As she led me out of the den she told me, "My roomie enjoys giving blow jobs. I've seen her do deep throat to a guy and I bet she would love to have you tickle her tonsils with that tool of yours. Long and slim it would just slide right on down I think. Should I ask her if she would be interested?"

Before I could answer she was pushing me down on the couch and telling me to put one foot on the floor and drape the other over the back rest. The rest is history and she was telling the truth. It was the best I have ever had.

Her hand was like velvet soft and warm gliding up and down. She would lick the shaft from time to time. She would lick the head covering every part. Sometimes her hand was firmer as she stroked me. Some strokes would cover the knob others would only go up about half way. Being totally exposed all of me was on display.

"I really like your ball sack. The way it hangs down. Did you know that one ball hangs lower than the other? I'll know when you're getting close just by watching it tighten up."

One hand was holding my nuts and gently moving them around. A finger started to rub that spot of skin behind my testicles. Sometimes it was softly, other times a fingernail was scratching me there. And one hand kept stroking me. I could feel myself getting ready to come and so could she.

"Not yet Frankie...Not yet...I've just started. We've a ways to go yet."

Her hand slowed down and almost stopped. She was torturing me and she knew it. She let go of my balls and she reached over to an end table and brought out a bottle of lube. "I think you'll like this. Most guys do. Don't panic, just let me do this. I'll be gentle."

She was right. A finger was rubbing the lube up and down my butt crack and she was touching the hole back there. It did feel good. Then it got better. The finger slipped inside me just a little ways and wiggled around. I had never felt anything like it before. I loved it.

"Getting close are we? How about we stop for a bit and let you cool down a little? I'm having fun. How about you Frankie...Is this good for you? Would it be ok if I kind of licked the head a little more? Not a lot, just a little. Like this maybe. We don't want this to end just yet. No...Not yet Frankie, soon but not yet and it will be over."

I was so tense. Would this never end? I could hardly stand it. I felt like I was so very close and yet unable to finish. I was in the hands of the devil. I tried to reach down and do it myself. I needed to come. Now, right now.

"Oh no you don't, put that hand back where it belongs. This cock is mine. You just leave it alone. You'll get some relief in just a little bit. I promise...Just be patient for a little longer. Remember I promised the best one you'll ever get."

The finger back there began to move in and out. I was being finger fucked and it was great. The other hand was moving again. Was it time? Was she going to let me come? No. a few stokes and then nothing, then a few more strokes and again nothing. I was dying. Suddenly I could hear myself begging her. "Please...Deloris...Please...I need this to stop. I'm begging you. Please let me come."

"Ok, just a little bit and it'll be over."

She lied. It wasn't over like she said. The finger in back was slowed down to just barely moving. The other hand was relaxed and barely holding me.

"What are you doing to me? You promised."

"Ok Frankie. I've had enough fun. You've got a marvelous cock and it deserves this."

Her hand firmed up and she was moving it faster. Somehow a finger was rubbing that special spot on the underside of the head. She was fingering me faster and wiggling it at the same time. I could hardly catch my breath. It was unbelievable.

"It's coming Frankie. I can feel it. Let it happen. Do it for me. I want to see it happen."

And I did. She delivered the best hand job ever. It was wonderful. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. I shot the biggest load I had ever, gobs and gobs of juice. My chin had some on it. My chest and stomach was spattered. As I slowly came down from the best high ever I could hear Deloris talking to me.

"Are you ok? I thought maybe it was too much. Just be still for a minute. Just relax. It's over. That was great. That was maybe the best job I've ever done. You came like a stallion. Good job Frankie."

The next thing I knew she was wiping me with a warm wet towel. "Do you want to take a quick shower? You're kind of messy. I mean there's come everywhere. That was spectacular. That was my really my best ever.

I may never give another one, won't be able to beat perfection."

After I recovered enough to be able to speak I could only thank her over and over again. I wanted to try and return to her the pleasure he had given me. She only urged me to get dressed and that was it as she wanted nothing for her. She got pleasure from doing and watching me. She was content.

"Your mom was right. You did grow, just as she said you would. Now I suggest you go home and take a nap."

I staggered home and took that nap. When Deloris didn't show at the café for the next two weeks I walked to her and rang the bell to her unit. A woman's voice answered and I asked for Deloris. I was told she had moved. I told her my name and asked if I could talk to her and get more information. I really wanted to find her.

"Are you the Frankie that she used to babysit?"

That surprised me but I said I was. She buzzed me in. As we sat in the living room I found out that Deloris had accepted a position with a football team in the great state of New York. I was also informed that what had happened between us was a onetime thing so I should move on with my life. It would never happen again.

I thanked Connie and as I stood to leave she looked at my crotch.

"Is it true what Deloris said about you? You have over seven inches and it's kind of slim? Could I see it? I'm kind of good at oral and maybe we could...You know...Maybe...If you're up for it I mean?"

The end

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