Anatomy of a Blowjob

If there's any one thing that I can pinpoint as the pinnacle of my sexual evolution, it's my ability to give a really good blowjob.

I've only just recently learned how to give exceptional head in the last year or so, and my first forays into this particularly tricky part of active sex lives were less than stellar. Accidental scrapings of teeth, a highly sensitive gag reflex, and the inability to breath were all road block on the highway of my sexual achievement.

I remember my initial reaction to being asked to "go down" on my guy at-the-time was, "You want me to put my what where and do- huh-uh, no way, buddy." It took coaxing and a lot of it, and the first time I did it, I honestly felt that I was going to choke or vomit or both. It was a horrible experience for the both of us, and I vowed (to myself, anyway) that I would never repeat it.

I, of course, was lying to myself. I did do it again- after much more begging, pleading, and a few outright threats of withholding sex from me. I got nominally better at it, but I still didn't enjoy it. It was mostly the taste that turned me off of it. I would later learn that all dick didn't that like that- it was just his.

After he and I broke up and I emotionally moved on, I took to sleeping with my new roommate and my best friend, who I will call Ace for the purposes of this blog. Ace taught me many things during my short stay at his apartment and in his bed- one of which was how to give a really fantastic blowjob.

He taught me that the secret of a blowjob wasn't speed or suction, or any of those things you see in really bad downloaded porn, it was the sensuality of it. It had to start at a slow and gentle speed and build to a rising crescendo of passion and heat and need. Once started, no blowjob should ever be left unfinished. It's not fair to either party involved.

A really fine blowjob should end with the man quivering, wanting more but not being able to take it, splayed out, limbs akimbo with a look of muted pleasure etched onto the features of his face.

Of course, the eternal question is: spit or swallow? I personally have found myself unable to swallow as of yet. Maybe one day I will, but for now, it's best for me to have a towel nearby to aid in the cleanup process.

Queen expressed the sentiment the other day that she wants to see me give King a good sober blowjob (that particular phrasing is another story in and of itself) one day. It's a role I'm more than willing to fill- over and over again. I no longer cringe at the idea of having a man's most private part in my hand and in my mouth. In fact, these days I revel in it.