Foreword: This is a really short fiction post offering some general musings on blowjob techniques. It’s told in the first person (but, alas, the protagonist is not me), and includes a combination of both personal as well as imagined experiences with oral sex.
Deep-throat?
For a while now, I’ve been wondering. How the hell do I go about deep-throating a dick like the pros? They all make it look so easy.
Is it because they’ve amassed so much experience that it’s no longer an issue for them? Or do they happen to have some elite level of inbuilt esophageal capacity that allows them to take a huge dick in one fell swoop?
Personally, I don’t have a fucking clue how to go about it, and yet…it doesn’t seem like it should be rocket science either.
I used to hate giving blowjobs for this exact reason. The guys I slept with would always expect me to be capable of ramming their penis right to the back of my throat until it tickled my uvula, or gagged me. But that’s just the thing. I would always gag. Of course, they thought it was sexy. I was not impressed. On the contrary, I rather value my breath and would do anything not to choke to death as a result of a botched sex act. Please, and thank you.
So then I think to myself, should the ability to deep-throat really matter at all? I mean, is there any actual requirement noted in that New York Times Bestseller ‘The Rules of Fellatio’ (it totally exists) that says anybody needs to take a man down whole?
The answer is a resounding no.
Deep-throating is just one of those cultural things that seems to have stuck over time, a mere remnant that’s hung around too long from ancient porn tropes.
A combination of time and experience tells me this: a solid oral technique doesn’t focus on allowing yourself to be face-fucked mercilessly by the hard, throbbing meat appendage that somehow landed up in your face.
No. Instead of getting myself held hostage by the blowjob mafia (they definitely exist), I’ve learned to use all available resources to lick, suck, fondle, slurp, spit, kiss, and last but not least bite my way to bringing him to orgasm.
Mix those gentle caresses with more intense forms of cock worship. Start slow and steady, gradually increasing the pace until you can feel those veins growing thicker beneath your tongue, until you can feel him twitch with all the internalised anxiety that he might explode in your mouth
any….
second…..
(now?)
No.
Not yet.
Sure, you know he wants to come already, but are you honestly going to let him off the hook so easily?
Heh. I didn’t think so.
You’re going to pump at this fucking sexy-ass cock so long and hard until he really can’t take anymore. The look of absolute bliss on his face will tell you as much. So go ahead. Ride this one out. Literally, ride it out, but not with your cunt—wet and dripping though it probably is—or your tight anus (whichever is most applicable to you). Take the manual approach. Use your hands and your mouth in tandem with one another. Whip up that ultimate double sensation, the one that never fails to send electricity shooting through his spinal cord.
And when you do finally let him come, re-purpose every little drop of that glorious spunk as lube—slather it all over his cock like you’re lustily spreading honey onto toast. He wasn’t shivering when you ran your tongue over his tip repeatedly? Well, he will be now. Just watch that orgasmic expression shift from one of ‘pensive concentration’ to the more likely ‘my amygdala has been overwritten’—you know, that all-important pleasure centre of the brain—BOOM! with a single stroke and squeeze, it’ll be out like a entire fuse box in a high-energy thunderstorm.
So…deep-throating?
It’s not everything it’s cracked up to be.
Lustful Lines 