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Here we have the official hot action guide to giving Philip Clark a handjob.

[I typed that sentence, and then I just sat back and laughed. Fuck I love this website.]

I've received two handjobs in the past week, one very good and one not so good.

Actually it's been more like fifteen, if you count the times I've given myself a handjob. Straight guys, try not to be ashamed, but it's a fact that "every time you jerk off, you're giving some guy a handjob."

Anyway, a little while back, I noticed something about the way I masturbate. I would jerk off in a relaxed, leisurely fashion; and as I neared the moment of truth, at a certain point I would have an urge to suddenly grip myself a little bit tighter. This extra force would help to finish off the task with a bang and bring forth the gushing white mess of man-batter.

[What can you make with man-batter? Mancakes! Eh, sorry.]

That's fine when you're by yourself, but I think my dick started getting a little too used to this particular masturbation style. Sometimes when I'd be having sex there would come a point in the action when my cock would be subconsciously expecting that sudden tightening, that shift into a higher gear.

But a woman's pussy is different from my fist, so of course that change wouldn't happen. I would sort of gasp a bit and then just keep on fucking.

I didn't mind, because all it did was keep me on the edge a little longer. Often I would take it as a cue to change positions.

It took me a while to clue in as to exactly what was going on. Once I made the connection I realized that maybe it wasn't such a good thing. As a typical male, I like to think that I come whenever I want to, and I could see that my masturbation technique could wind up causing me problems someday.

So I resolved to change the way I go about taking care of myself. I made an effort to keep a constant pressure throughout, resisting the urge to squeeze tighter as the finale approached. It was slightly excruciating at first, yet very pleasurable. On the whole the new method turned out to be pretty good for my self-love life.

The upshot of the foregoing paragraphs is that I've learned to savour a soft touch on myself.

So I was hanging out one night with a sexy young thing I'd run into at the Marquee. It was her "time of the month" and that usually means lots of hand-play.

She had smallish breasts with hard nipples that I just loved swirling my tongue around. I slid my hand down her jeans and ran my fingers over top of her panties. She was bucking her hips and moaning and I could tell she was getting pretty excited.

She reached down and undid my belt buckle and opened up my pants to release my cock. I was hard as a cast bronze sculpture (that's for all you foxy art students reading this).

Then she grabbed my member and started yanking on it. The more turned on she got, the rougher she got, pulling it every which way. Holy shit. After a couple minutes, I had to stop touching her and just lay on my back and grit my teeth with the force of her manual assault.

A cock should be hard, it should be strong, was the thought going through my head. And yet... it's also a very sensitive organ. Very very sensitive. And a man shouldn't feel guilty about grabbing a woman's wrist and moving her hand away, if it feels like she's going to rip the damn thing right off.

I found this woman so sexy that I didn't want to say anything to make her feel like I was criticizing her as a lover. But I thought a little demonstration might be in order. So I flipped her over on her back and straddled her. With my knees I pinned her arms down so her hands wouldn't be able to cause any trouble (I do enjoy that sort of thing).

Slowly I moved my cock around on her hot little tits and up across her face (you know... just to make sure I had her attention). Then I made her watch as I started playing with myself.

The contrast in techniques was remarkable. My own touch as I stroked my cock was slow and downright delicate by comparison with hers.

My penis was hot, hard and slippery as I slid my fingertips up and down its length. I started to move my hips, rhythmically fucking my hand.

She seemed to be enjoying the show and I enjoyed showing off for her. I reached behind me with my other hand, ran my hand over her panties again, fingering her gently.

I could've done that all night. Pinning her down, making her watch. Teasing her.

I was growling, getting turned on. I couldn't stop watching her face. So pretty. Her lips, the way she turned her head back and forth. The sounds she was making...

After a while I brought the demonstration to its inevitable explosive finish. All over her.

I think the lesson was a fulfilling one for both of us. I may even let her touch my cock again...

Now on the other hand (pardon the expression)... if I'd had my video camera rolling in my bedroom last night, I could've marketed the tapes as a handjob how-to. It felt so good, I might have been getting a handjob from myself, or from God (assuming God is female, brunette, five-eleven and Montréal-beautiful).

How can I explain what went right about last night? Here are a few key points.

- A perfect, steady rhythm. A regular rhythm. Not stopping every ten seconds to go do something else.

- My erection wants to point in a certain direction--more upward than outward. Best results are obtained by stroking along this natural axis.

- She took the natural lubrication from the tip of my cock and rubbed it around and around and down the length of my shaft until my whole cock was slippery. Just like I do to myself. Amazing.

(I felt these long, low moans coming from deep inside my body. I couldn't help it. I reached down to cup her gorgeous ass. Reached my hand down and around to feel her. Slid one finger inside, then two.)

- "A little higher," I panted. I took her hand and moved it up from the base of my shaft so that she was stimulating me directly over the head of my cock. "Ohh, god..."

- She's got her hand around the tip, I have the tips of my fingers inside her... There's this mental fusion that takes place during a great handjob, when you're touching each other like this, and all of a sudden you are fucking. I don't know how else to explain it. It is intense and very powerful.

- It was all I could do to stuff a pillow over my face before every muscle in my body went rigid and rocked.

"You... are... going... to make me... come... so... hard..."