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The Art of the blow job
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The Art of the blow job I can be a bit on the shy side. And it manifests itself at the worst times. If I'm confident in what I'm doing, then there's no problem. If I'm a newbie or simply inexperienced, I tend not to want to do whatever the task is at hand. Unfortunately, that attitude doesn't gain me much practical experience. The other night I went to see a guy I've been talking to. I knew full well what I was going for. Yep, I was going to learn the art of the proper blow job. Yes, I'm 41 and inexperienced in that department. What? Don't look at me like that! I've always gotten by on my looks and my incredible ability to ride for hours. For hours! And who needs a blow job when you've got a soaking wet pussy on your cock and huge tits in your face? But getting back to the matter at hand. The art of the blow job. Trust me when I tell you it is not easy for me. I have the worst gag reflexes known to man, and I have TMJ. I am no prize in the oral skills department. So, boys, who is still with me? Anyone want to take me home? Anyone? Fine! Who needs you! Oh, right! I do. How am I going to practice otherwise? So, I went to his apartment, and I received my first lesson in blow job giving. And the immediate and ongoing problem with me is that the things that work wonders are the things with which I struggle. Deep throat? Hello! I gag. Taking my time and allowing myself to linger? Ummm, lock jaw, much? Slurping? Slurping...I learned somewhere in the past that making noises was a crowd pleaser. But I'm so shy! I mean, why don't you go about your business, and forget I'm down there is what I'm thinking, and making noises is a sure fire way to draw attention. Not that kneeling in front of someone with his cock in your mouth allows one to hide in the shadows or be forgotten, but let's add some sound effects to make it more of a show. But I did make some slurping sounds. And he liked it. And he told me so. And I didn't die of embarrassment. So, here's what I liked. I liked that he told me what he likes. Everyone is different. How would you ever know if you were doing what he likes if he doesn't tell you? I liked that he kept brushing my hair out of my face. His reasoning and rationale are unimportant. Who cares if he only did it because my hair blocked his view of the action. I liked the fact that he did it. His fingertips felt nice as they lingered on my skin. Ironically, I realize he did so because he was paying me some attention. Maybe there's hope for me yet. I liked that I had the ability to bring him pleasure. I like that blow jobs are a bit of an art form. They allow for fun and creativity. I like that I will get to do it again. Hopefully soon. |
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You let the cat out of the bag, gymrat. As for brushing the hair out of your face, I'm sure that was so he could have a clear view of you sucking his cock. Watching your lips and mouth envelope his hard cock. One tip to pass on, treat the cocksucking as an exercise in cockworship. Any man whose cock you worship will be your slave. Woodrow J. Evers
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2 cool go bj
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