Handjob

I was f******n when I touch my first cock, he was sixteen. We were on a date and it was in his parent’s car. My parents didn’t know I was on a “car date”, that wasn’t allowed, so I told them I was going to my friend’s house to watch a movie. He picked me up somewhere in between. Our date mainly consisted of driving around and talking. It was late February and I had just turned f******n and I was so excited to be out with this older boy.
At some point we stopped at a relatively seclude spot and began making out. He put my hand on his crotch and he was rock hard. I pulled away, scared, not sure what to do.
He unzipped my coat, I was wearing a thin button up shirt with no bra. My nipples were hard against the shirt and he began pawing at my breasts. Regardless of the teenage passion, it felt good. It was the first time anyone had touch me sexually and I was excited and scared all at once. He unbuttoned my shirt and continued to excite my young lust.
Over the course of minutes or hours, I had no concept of time, he continued to move my hand to his crotch. Eventually I began to rub his cock through his jeans. He was moaning and writhing in his seat and he wanted more.
He cajoled and begged for what seemed like an eternity and then I relented. He undid his button and slid his jeans and underwear down and out popped his hard cock. I didn’t really know what to do, and he told me to grab it and to rub. He must have been very excited because he came in about 30 seconds. He blew like a roman candle, cum jetting out of his cock in a wild explosion.
Afterwards we drove to Burger King and went through the drive through! Romanic.
I went on many more “car dates” with him over the next few months. I also went on “car dates” with three other guys. By the time I was allowed to actually go on car dates I was an old pro at giving hand jobs and ready to do something more! That’s a story for another day.