Sinful Sunday: Squeeze

There are no hard and fast rules when it comes to sex, but one thing I’ve observed to be at least generally true over the years is that most people who don’t have a cock are (understandably) wary of handling one in too firm or vigorous a manner.

While that’s infinitely preferable to the small number of partners who’ve taken the opposite (and far more painful) approach to jerking me off, it’s still an area where I’m always keen to offer reassurance – not least, of course, because I benefit directly from any increase in hand job confidence.

And I find that the best way to provide that reassurance usually involves giving a lengthy and intimate demonstration of exactly how I like to be touched. Of how well my cock responds to the tight grip of a lubed-up hand (or two). Of the way it ripples and swells when a curled fist strokes up from the base towards the head, the skin reddening and the veins bulging out.

Of how fucking good it feels when I squeeze.