J is for jerking off, or as it will appear in the story. A handjob.


Hands are fascinating from a locomotion perspective. The most dexterous and mobile part of the body. Able to (almost) endlessly flex and twist and turn and bend. I say almost because it never seems like it bends quite the way you need to when you want!


Hands are part of how we interact with the world, render our will, write out stories.


Hands are how we hold our friends, family, and lovers.


I love touching things. I’m constantly fiddling with my partner, just as much as he fiddles with me. And I can only hope that my love is communicated properly. That he’ll recognize that I annoy him because I care. Thank God that man puts up with me. Seriously.


Though, I think Lou takes things further than I ever will with her boyfriend, Jon.


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Jon’s ears felt stuffy. The dull tinnitus was just one of his souvenirs from the concert he just attended, the only free one however. The rest he paid for were stuffed in the bag at his feet. He was also drowsy, but the good kind of drowsy. The one that comes from having thoroughly enjoyed something and relishing the soothing bliss of the aftermath, the one where you're overstimulated but topped off by feel good brain chemicals. The riveting experience that comes only one in a lifetime, or at least until the next concert he attends.


Jon loves concerts. Jon hates leaving concerts. Traffic sucks, thousands of people exiting the stadium at the same time, all of them exhausted and just wanting to get home to sleep, it’s chaos. Not even a fun chaos either.


His best friend, Matthew, drove as it was his turn in the rotation. Peter kept him company in the passenger seat. The couple of Marka and Lucas sat in the middle rows, they were passed out. Heads splayed back, maws agape. One was probably snoring. That left Jon taking up the back, along with his girl, Lou.


Jon sighed some relief when they finally merged onto the highway, fogging up the window glass he leaned on. Traffic moved consistently, finally, the hum and vibrations of tires on pavement was like a cat’s purr, the hot air streamed from vents like a cozy blanket. The window viewing experience just got better as they came to speed. Streaming streetlights, red taillights, a fine combo of LCD and halogen headlights. Reflective car bodies warping orbs around their convex frames. Pretty lights made him meditative. The whole experience was welcome since even thought was difficult for him at the moment.


Lou shuffled in his lap.


The owl was laying sideways across the row of seats, head using his thigh as a convenient pillow. Dozing the drive away. He knew from memory that she'd be ‘wooing’ as she breathed. It was beyond cute! He’d spent hours listening to her sleep if he could. And could stop thinking it would be a bit weird. Kinda angered him that he couldn't hear it right now but what can you do? At least she looked peaceful.


The Blue jay brushed the back of his fingers down her down. The ripples of touch and spring as stiff feathers popped back into place always fascinated him. His own feathers never seemed to cooperate, splaying here and there since he never combs it. She wiggled again, nesting closer to him. Her legs and knees pulling up as she curled into a ball. Her favorite sleeping position. He snickered to himself, god he was lucky to have her.


He tickled her plumicorn, the tufts that marked where her ears lay hidden under feathers. Their color was extraordinary, the finest tan mixed with gray. Opposing colors whose war for attention only highlighted each other. The rest of her plumage was just as textured. The layering of dark browns, almost blacks, and just the thinnest whites. A primordial camouflage from a time where owls stood as the world's finest assassins.


Now it just marked the girl he loved. He spent days getting lost in her patterns, all he had was boring blue. She was complex and thought provoking, he was all for it. She got them all into going to concerts. She was a free spirit. She was in love with the clouds at sunset and the lines of ants on the pavement. Both at once bigger than life and awed by the universe. And he loved her.


He traced a finger down her head, connecting dots between darknesses. The sensation change as it passed the harder shafts for the softer underlayer was a great stim. He added a second finger as he passed to her neck, her form wiggled a little. Tiniest tickles just eking out the slight involuntary shiver. She looked and felt so soft.


He looked back up towards the others in the car, no one talked, he doubted anyone could hear. The radio which was cranking out classic hits hours before during their arrival sat dormant in solidarity to the squad. Lucas was head back, mouth open, drool spilling dead. Marka at least rested on the window with a tad more dignity, but Jon understood. He was tired, just couldn't sleep in cars. This way, though, he could watch the scene that was tantamount to a screen saver flashing just outside the window. All while petting his girlfriend.


It felt nice, the hot air smothering him in heat. The hypnotic scenes from outside the window. The comfortable weight on his leg. And the satisfaction of being with his friends. He sipped the dredges of his drink out of his novelty cup. Things were good. Things were great.


Lou wiggled again, and this time her hand wrapped up his thigh. The grab startled him, jolting a bit, he cast his gaze her way. Eyebrows raised. He immediately noticed the smile on her beak, her eyes were still shut however. Jon squinted, contemplating whether she was awake or not. He moved to place his own hand atop hers, enjoying the connectivity. Only for her hand to slide even further up his thigh, he scrunched his brow. Slowly he moved his outstretched hand above hers. Only for it to again slide from his grasp. The side of her lips fluttered, smile just a hair from breaking. Jon rolled his eyes.


Girl was off on one of her jokes. He nudged her shoulder, lightly rolling her body over. Her grin widened. Yellow eyes fluttered open. Dark round pupils pierced the space between the two of them. They flashed as streetlights flew by at speed. Shadows growing and shrinking along her visage.


He shook his head at her, his own beak turned up in a smile. She just rolled to be in her back, eyes focused on him. A finger from her right hand circled around his knee. Her left hand glided across his palm. He fiddled back. Ten fingers, five from each hand of the couple, weaved around the others. Dancing in the air, unordered steps just reacting to the gravitational attraction of the others. Breaking contact only to realign moments later, even her hand felt soft.


He lost himself in her charms, and found himself in her touch. He used the tinnitus as a convenient excuse not to ruin the moment with talking. Not that she seemed all that interested in talking either.


She was beautiful.


Her right hand started creeping up his inner thigh. The deviation immediately drew his attention. A single digit scratching at frayed and ripped denim thread. His eyes followed like a hawk, curious to see where this was going. He should have known, to be honest, as this wasn't something new to him.


Her beak turned into an o as she booped his crotch, just one solid press into his jeans. Jon just snorted and rolled his eyes. She was always pushing buttons, figuratively and literally, and he rolled with it. She never took it too far, and Jon knew that she'd stop it he asked. He just liked the attention too.


He turned to look out the window, still playing handsey, still enjoying the comfortable ringing in his ears, still enjoying the ride home. It would still be about half an hour before they arrived.


Lou was bored. Her nap had perked her right up. Awoken by the petting by her positively princely partner. He looked so regal. Royal blue looked so good on him. Even the little tufts of feather that poked out of place. The amber streetlights didn't do him justice. He looked better under direct sunlight, natural oils refracting rainbows. She swore she's seen rainbows in his feathers before. He never believed her.


But she was bored, and like any one who was bored, she sought enrichment. Who better to bug than her boyfriend. One poke clearly wasn't enough to sate her fully.


She poked again. This time to his tummy. The pouch folding away under her pressure. It sprang back as she relented. Her vision locked in on how it rounded back out, filling out his new band shirt wonderfully. She giggled. Jon really was her favorite toy. Endlessly entertaining! But alas, what's this? Jon was ignoring her still. How rude! Certainly there wasn't anything outside the window that was as interesting as she was. She poked higher.


Jon felt the third poke at his breast, right at his nipple. How did she always know where it was? She clearly wanted attention, he wanted to hold off, just a bit more. It's their game, she bugs him for attention, he pretends to ignore her in revenge. Her finger snaked into view. He saw it in his peripheral. It floated, just inches away, but he fought against giving her the satisfaction, acknowledging it, losing.


The tip touched his cheek, squishing the flesh in. He desperately fought to keep his face together. He wasn't going to crack so help him. Lucas shifted in the seat in front of him. A sixteen-wheeler floored it passed them. Focusing on anything but her. 


Lou was miffed, Jon was on top of his game tonight, and she wasn’t about to roll over now. She just needed to find an edge, an opening to exploit. She traced spirals in his neck plumage, hoping her ticklish touches would cause him to break. At most she got an eye tick, not even close to the reaction she craved. Oh well, just got to keep going. She worked her fingers down her neck to his ribs and beyond.


Lou was determined, it seemed to Jon. Normally she would just give up quickly, or he would grab her hand and that was usually enough. Too bad, they were already playing handsey and his other arm was propping up his head and neck. The tingles felt nice though, rippling little echoes across his body and spine. Traffic still racing on, the lights were beautiful, the vibrating road rumbled across his being. It awoke his member from its sleep, the combination of sensation taken as arousal. It plumped up in his pants, not that he gave it much mind.


Lou minded though, her hunter eyes honed in immediately on her prey’s involuntary reaction. And it gave her the most wicked, horrible, evil, malicious idea ever. A plan that even Jon couldn’t ignore. Her hand traced lower.


He hardly reacted as her finger waltzed across his body circuitously winding its way south, towards his mound. Even as she circled just above the hem of his pants, she saw that he was completely unfazed. That won’t last long, not if she had anything to do about it, and she did. She pressed her palm into his delicate organ. Giving it a firm knead and jostle. He jumped, and Lou saw the hesitation. The finest amount of thought on whether he would address her. And when he didn’t, she knew she won. His hubris would be his downfall.


His fly opened silently, or maybe not, he couldn’t hear it. But he felt it. Just like he felt his heart beat faster and faster. Wild thoughts were roaming rampantly through his head. Was she serious, was she actually fishing around in his pants? Is this all for his attention? Should he stop her? And, quite curiously, should he not stop her?


Lou was a brat, but not cruel. Sure, she’s teasing him for attention. Sure, she would go further if given the opportunity. Sure, it was fun watching Jon squirm. But, there are boundaries. This was one of hers.


She tapped him on the arm. Slowly, he turned to look her way. Both confusion and surprise on his face. She found it funny that for all her efforts it was the polite tapping that gained his attention.

She pointed at her chest, and jacked off the air, before pointing his way.


Jon figured it out, and it was crazy! They were in the back of their friend’s car! Hell, Lucas’ head was within reach. Sure he was still passed out, but this was bonkers! Horny endorphins though, they spurred him on. He nudged his head towards the other passengers, four others who no way in hell could figure out what they were about to do.


Lou looked forward, contemplated for a second. Her hunter eyes stared back at Jon, the man clearly interested, and clearly concerned. She pointed to herself, and then zipped her beak closed. She pointed at Jon, and shushed him with a finger. Lastly, she winked at him. Hitting him with the wiley charms she knows gets him going.


There was fiendish delight as he nodded. Devilish delight as he slid his pants and underwear down just enough for his cock to spring to attention. She rotated to get a better position. His dick sat waving in the air, just beckoning her to reach out and grab it. So she did.


God! It stung in the most wonderful way. Jon bit his thumb, beak clacking on his nail. Hoping the pain would filter out the way she made him feel. Just count the cars he told himself. Watch the trees and traffic lights! Aren't those stars lovely! Anything else. Anything!


Lou stroked lazily. Fluidly. Slipping up and down his shaft. His eyes were wide, he looked so cute chewing away at his thumb. She wanted him to squirm more. She switched tactics. Her hand pulled away from his warm pole. Not far, but enough to give him a moment of reprieve. Jon's shoulders slakened, the intense hunger in his eyes started fading. Lungs settling down. She watched him sigh. And attacked again. Furiously jacking away at his still hard dick. Sick pleasure flooded her as his entire body clenched back up. Beak clicking away as drops of pre leaked from his head.


A lesser man would have whined, he was almost a lesser man. The bedrock of his obstinance was shearing away as he was stroked. He focused on his breath, a couple shudders in, a shaky flow out. God, it felt too good. It didn't seem like she was too keen on edging him, which meant he wasn't going to last. He couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. His eyes glanced forward towards the other passengers. Lucas was still out cold, Marka and Peter were resting on the windows. Matthew was intently focused on the road. No one seemed aware of what was going on in the back seat, but all it took was one sound, one moan, one grunt and they could be found out. He had to avoid that at all costs!


But God her hand felt good.


Jon really was an easy bird to read, it made it simple to know exactly what he likes and repeat that over and over. His thigh was twitching, he'd deny it but she knew that was a tell his climax was approaching. His eyes were half closed, slowly sinking shut as pleasure was surely overwhelming him. His beak split apart. Heated, humid air materializing fog along the glass he was desperate to keep looking out.


She decided to root around in his clothes, give his balls a few shakes. The orbs were warm and hefty and pulled up close. Good, she thought. Another sign he was just about over the line. She smiled to herself, he was really just too cute. Honestly, she was kinda over the teasing. But she was reveling in the way he responded to her touch, the little twitches, the way the corners of his mouth tilted up, it all added up to the owl. A pleasant show for her efforts.


God it's good, God it's good, God it's good. Jon was beyond saving. The horny finally pushing him past the point of resisting. Lou was just too on point with her technique. The angle, the pressure, the speed. It kept burning his fuse from both ends and all he could focus on was the flashing of nerves. The slight burn of skin rubbing skin. He flexed as she pumped more vigorously. Lou was the last thing he thought about before it all came to head. He squeezed her other hand, not even conscious that he reached for her.


She felt his internal muscles clench through his dick, the final signal before he started shooting. Lou held his hand, her other cupped above his head. The strings hit not a second later. His warm goopey liquids shot against her palm, and though there weren’t many, maybe about three, it seemed like a lot. Her hand was a mess, but she didn’t mind. Giving a handjob where you didn’t expect a messy hand was stupid. The real mess was Jon. He looked over the moon. His head was resting on the seat at his back, chest and shoulders heaving deliberately. Clearly enjoying the afterglow, softening dick throbbing as his orgasm tried to ejaculate the last dredges of semen. Lou looked back at his fluids on her hand, the sticky offwhite stuff. A quick wipe a moment later to her jeans and it was clean enough to hide till she got home, the black fabric would hardly show. She looked furtively forward as Matthew took the offramp towards home. No one seemed aware of the acts that just took place in the rear seat. They had gotten away with it. She was almost upset, almost, Jon wouldn’t have appreciated the humiliation. But now she had ammo to tease him in private, another means to get his attention, so it was a win-win in the end.


Jon thought he was actually seeing stars, except he realized that those were street lamps. Ones he recognized. His weight pressed to the side as the car turned the corner and his unconscious memory put two and two together to recall that they were home. He fumbled to stuff his stuff back into his pants, the movement rippling the plastic bags at his feet. Noise stirred the pair in the center row who were coming to and also recognizing that they were almost at their first stop. Jon’s pants were zipped up before anyone could wonder what was going on behind them. With a silent sigh of relief, he finally turned to look at Lou, who, of course, had been staring at him the entire time. He gave her his best face, one to convey just how grateful but annoyed he was, she just grinned wider, winking an eye at him. Jon could only roll his eyes, shake his head, and unbuckle his seatbelt. The light peck she put on his cheek was a nice, if unexpected, start to an apology. He’d have to follow up with the rest of what he felt owed when they were finally indoors, and behind closed doors.