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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Spit or Swallow?

Man, these guys…

So the title of this scribble is also the title of a thread on the bi guy forum that’s been gathering a lot of steam the last couple of days and a couple of things (or, really, maybe more than a couple) stand out to me and the first being all the guys who have yet to suck a cock establishing a preference to swallow and the other (for now) are the couple of experienced guys who say, for safety’s sake, they don’t swallow or otherwise allow semen in their mouth.  Let me talk about these guys first…

Unless you’re giving a blow job and the other guy is wearing a condom, whether you know it or not, you’re ingesting his seminal fluid – aka pre-cum – and if there’s any unhealthiness in his body, um, guess where it’s gonna show up?  One guy said he never swallows his lover’s cum because he doesn’t trust him – but he always tastes his pre-cum and I thought, “Uh, so if you are so worried about catching something doing this, you probably don’t know that as much as you suck this guy’s cock, you’ve always been taking that risk…”

Now, it is possible to catch something performing oral on anyone, male or female and I’ve always found it somewhat amusing to hear about people insisting on condom use in the spirit of safe sex… but when it comes to giving head, um, er, ah, shit, that practice isn’t always followed.  This, however, really isn’t the point but I often wonder if anyone really understands what happens when they put pretty much anything in their mouth and, specifically, how our bodies go about digesting things.

It begins with saliva; not only does it keep your mouth moist, it contains bacteria and enzymes that are designed to start breaking down stuff and while there are some things that can survive this destructive environment, the next step takes place when you swallow something and it hits your stomach, which contains even more powerful bacteria, enzymes and, oh, yeah, hydrochloric acid, which is really, really good at destroying things – except cellulose; this is why you can eat certain veggies – like corn or peas – hit the bathroom and, well, you probably know what you’re gonna see, right?  Outside of this, not too many things can hit your stomach and survive the experience and that includes seminal fluid and sperm.

The problem with catching something via oral is really about how healthy one’s mouth is; things like cavities and gum disease can be an entry point for something bad and get there before your saliva can get to it; likewise for having any kind of abrasion inside your mouth or on your tongue.  I recall reading some articles about HIV/AIDS and wondered why they were talking more about vaginal and anal intercourse than oral and when they did mention this, they also pointed to the rather destructive environment of the mouth and stomach as the least likely entry points; the bad shit, like syphilis, chlamydia, and gonorrhea become a problem orally when the mouth isn’t as healthy as it can be.  It’s the reason why they say that you can’t contract HIV/AIDS by kissing someone because saliva and the forces at work in your stomach are, again, very good at destroying stuff – but a lot of that also depends on how strong your immune system is, whether you suffer from dry mouth, or your digestive system is somehow out of balance.

So, yeah, when I see a guy say that he won’t swallow because he doesn’t want to catch anything – but they suck cock without using protection, yeah, it’s an eye-roller and more proof that some of us really don’t know how our bodies work nor are they thinking about the fact that in order to catch something, the guy you’re sucking has to have whatever it is you don’t want to catch; some guys believe that if you suck a guy’s dick, you’re automatically gonna catch something nasty (and a lot of people actually do believe this).  Otherwise, at the least, swallowing that nut can literally leave a bad taste in your mouth and it can upset your stomach and even upset the water balance in your gut enough to give you the runs.  That doesn’t mean that guys shouldn’t get tested or, if the other guy is questionable, insist that he get tested and, yes, if you’re really and seriously worried about this, never, ever, suck a cock without a condom.

Now, to the other guys!

I get that those fellas who’ve yet to get that first taste of dick and sperm tend to fantasize about it but, um, there’s a reason why they call it an acquired taste.  One of the downsides of watching porn stars swallow sperm is that while you can see them doing it, you can’t get an idea of what sperm might taste like although, if you look closely, you can see a porn stars facial expression when they know their scene includes swallowing some spunk or otherwise getting it into their mouth… but I’m thinking most guys aren’t paying attention to such things.  What I feel some guys don’t know (or pay any attention to) is that seminal fluid is a cocktail of substances that are designed as a delivery vehicle and environment for sperm to survive long enough to reach a woman’s egg and fertilize it.  A woman’s vagina is an acidic environment while seminal fluid is alkaline to counteract the acidity and give sperm a chance to “do its job” before that acidic environment destroys them – and, yes, it’s a similar kind of destruction to what happens in your stomach, if you were wondering.

And it’s seminal fluid that carries those, um, extra flavors that can make taking a nut in the mouth a potentially distasteful experience.  But like so many other things, it’s one thing to know the chemistry of this and a different thing to actually taste it – and even if you’ve heard from others that sometimes, that shit just tastes nasty… and I’m not gonna bullshit you about that because, yup, sometimes it does.  But what gets me about these guys is that, on the one hand, they want to suck a guy off so very badly… but they’re also “afraid” of that taste and, bluntly, something that they’ve actually not tasted…

 
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Posted by on 8 August 2017 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Catching That Nut

Another day of going through my various apps on my devices and when I eventually get to Tumblr, yep, there’s a shitload of “people wanting to follow me” and all of them are ads for porn websites; as I’m blocking them, I’m wondering where people find the damned time to bother people with all this “hot teens for hot sex” bullshit and crap promising that if you click on the link, you can get laid in a matter of minutes by hot wives looking for extramarital excitement.

Yeah, right… sure.

That done and, once again, the first thing presented is one of two guys at some point in a blowjob; the guy being blown (and hiding his face, which cracks me the hell up every time) is palming the other guy’s head, quickly thrusting into the kneeling dude’s mouth and you can see the moment when Mr. You Can’t See My Face blows his load just as you can see Kneeling Dude’s reaction, his cheeks puffing out, his throat working to deal with the inflow of sperm and that really heady sight of that dick pulsing strongly while trapped inside that mouth.

I thought, “Hmm, that’s a nice clip…” and better than most I’ve seen lately as you see the guy doing the sucking letting the “spilt milk” just ooze out from between his lips, which are still fully encircling that dick before eventually letting go of it.  I then thought, “Man, how many times have I been on the receiving end of that?” then followed by a few stray thoughts about what’s the “best part” of giving a guy a blow job – doing the work to get him to cum or the moment when he does?  I don’t know about others who like/love giving head but both parts are fun and those of you who’ve been following me for a while knows that I’m of a mind that if I’m gonna subject myself to giving a blow job, I want the creamy reward at the end.

I let my thoughts go to the moment when you know he’s seconds away from cutting loose; he might be pawing at your head, unable to resist the urge to fuck into your mouth, cursing, calling for divine intervention. You might even be able to feel a series of tremors racing along his shaft and, depending on the guy, ya might also feel the moment when his cock swells – a little or a lot – followed by that initial spurt which is followed by whatever else he’s got to offer in that moment.  I know my thoughts in those scant seconds have run the gamut from, “Yes!” to “Damn… it’s about fucking time!” as the other guy’s whole body is involved in his release and now it’s about what you wanna do with the nut you just caught:  Swallow it, let it ooze out, or just gather it all in your mouth and spit it all out.

There’s something quite primal in those seconds that you can feel his cock pumping sperm into your mouth and as I’m watching the clip, I could see the change that came over the guy’s face, which had gone from being a bit frowned up in concentration to almost totally relaxed and I thought, “Yeah, dude, I know how you’re feeling right about now…”  In a time where such porn clips tend to feature more, ah, violent blow jobs, I actually thought this was one of the better ones that have come along because the guy getting blown wasn’t trying to ram his dick down the other guy’s throat, didn’t snatch it away to give the dude a facial, wasn’t slapping the guy all in the face and head while he was trying to suck that dick nor was he being choked while trying to give head; nope, he just gave into the moment and let his nut get sucked out of him.  Even though the guy doing the sucking did have that concentrating look, he wasn’t stressed at all as homey palmed his head and quickly – but gently – fucked into his mouth until he exploded.

Y’all know that I’m not really a fan of what porn likes to portray and that goes for giving head as well.  These days, it’s overly demonstrative and exaggerated and, I think, unnecessarily violent with all the face slapping, deliberate gagging, choking, and other shit that, at least in my opinion, isn’t my idea of a fun good time.  I tend to believe that there’s some “confusion” about what’s a blow job and fucking the hell out of someone’s mouth and I also understand that just because I’d probably hospitalize a guy who did that to my mouth, yeah, there are some dudes who live to have their mouth violated to this extent.  It’s the difference between “providing a service” and being used in a seemingly uncaring way.

But, I digress.  I just wanted to get this thought out of my head and write it down before I forgot it…

 
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Posted by on 14 May 2017 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts:  That Certain Look

I went into Tumblr to clean out the numerous purveyors of crappy porn that likes to schlep their wares in the form of following folks and while I’m happy to say that the number of, ah, purveyors have decreased, some still manage to slip in.  That done, I turned my attention to the first posting and what really got my attention was the shade of blue of the shirt is guy was wearing.

Now that my attention had been grabbed, now I’m looking at what Mr. Blue Shirt was doing.  He’s in a field and, um, okay, he’s got a hard dick in his hand; he’s looking around kinda nervously, looks at the owner of the hard dick who’s holding the phone (I guess) and gives him a slight smile along with a certain look I’ve seen before that says, “I don’t believe I’m getting ready to do this!” before he first starts working his hand on the boner and with another little smile, lowers his head and sucks on the cock knob for a moment or two.

The guy lifts his head and while still jerking the unseen guy, gets this look on his face that, at least to me, said, “Hey… this cock sucking thing ain’t as bad as I thought it was!”  He goes down on the guy – his friend? – again but with a bit more gusto but there are moments as his head is bobbing up and down where you can see his eyes flicking from left to right because, um, after all, he does appear to be out in the open, in a field, and sucking cock.

He raises his head again, looks around again, smiles at the guy he’s blowing, and goes back to work and he’s really kinda getting into it now and now I’m wondering if this is gonna end in a facial or this blue-shirted, somewhat nervous guy is gonna get a mouthful of spunk…

Alas, the clip loops back to the beginning… but that look he had on his face!  I happen to think that look is quite precious, to see a guy being in that moment and, perhaps, not so sure he wants to suck that dick, let alone doing it out in an open, maybe public, place.  I’ve watched guys blow me for their first time and I’ve seen those looks that runs from nervous uncertainty, to “Okay, I’ve committed myself to doing this…” to “Hey, this ain’t bad at all!”

I don’t know if other dudes pay attention to moments like this but I do…

 
 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts:  In the Midnight Hour

It was a dark and stormy night.  No, really, it was!  It started out as an interesting Saturday morning because during the break between band practice and our home game starting, um, me and one of the girls snuck off for a different kind of break and it wasn’t the first time we’d had such a break.

We got done and returned to the band room to get into our uniforms so we could take the field for pre-game and the national anthem.  The game was going our way; we were well on our way to our second undefeated football season, we had a great halftime show and even the visitor’s band kicked it nicely.  Game’s over, another stunning shutout for us, a final reminder of rehearsals for Monday, and an hour later, I’m at home relaxing…

Until one of my fellow band mates called and asked if I could come by and help walk him through a piece of music we were to perform in jazz band.  I wasn’t doing anything so I went over and we spent hours going over his piece of the song.  In marching band and orchestra I played trumpet but for jazz band this week I was the drummer and while ya might think I couldn’t help him with his sax piece, he was having an issue with the timing through one set of riffs we were to perform.

At one point, we almost jumped out of our skins when a huge bolt of lightning flashed, followed by a blast of thunder that seemed to shake the whole house and I said that maybe I should try to head home… but his parents said it would be best if I stayed put because it was raining so badly that all you could see out of the windows was a lot of rain, like, you couldn’t see cars parked at the curb kind of rain,

A call home to advise my mom I’d be staying put until the storm passed and the two of us spent the intervening time talking music, gossiping, stuff like that.  After a nice dinner, the storm was still raging anditmwas decided that I’d spent the night just to be safe, that and the street he lived on was underwater thanks to backed up drains.  He was elated, saying he’d been wanting to ask if I could do a sleepover with him; I’d just shrugged, smiled, and said something about being a captive audience.  The thing I’d noticed, though, is that he went from being kinda laid back to being just a little weird or, honestly, not acting like the guy I knew from school.

The storm isn’t showing any intent to ease up and with nothing else to do, we went to his room and got ready for bed.  He’d offered me a set of PJs to sleep in but, um, when I tried them on, well, I was too tall for them and we both spent some time laughing at how ridiculous I looked.  So, clad in only my T-shirt and underwear, we climbed into bed and, I swear, if you didn’t know we were boys, you’d swear we were a couple of very chatty girls!

If you think girls can gossip, whew, you probably haven’t heard guys do it…

After a while, we ran out of stuff to talk about around 11 or so, right about the time we were told to stop yapping and go to sleep. So I’m sleeping and, wow, I’m having one hell of a dream and one that was feeling really good, if ya know what I mean.  I’m not sure what made me open my eyes but when I did, uh, nope – that really good feeling wasn’t because I’d been dreaming – it was because my band mate wasn’t happily sucking on my dick!

Okay, didn’t see this coming… or maybe I did when I noted the change in his mood but dismissed it, forgot it, whatever.  He’s kinda draped across me with is back to me and he’s sucking me as slowly and as gently as he could so as to not awaken me except, of course, he didn’t know I was wide awake now and watching him.  For a moment, I played with the thought of saying – and very loudly – “Hey!  What are you doing?’

I decided against it though because, duh, it was pretty damned obvious what he was doing.  Do y’all know how hard it is to fake like you’re asleep when something like this is going on?  I was trying very hard to keep myself still, resisting that natural urge to fuck his mouth, squirm, blurt out an obscenity, and other such stuff that was made even more difficult because, oh, shit, he’s gonna make me cum!

I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping as I shot my load into his mouth; likewise, I couldn’t do a damn thing about how my body was reacting to my release but despite those things, he continued to assume I was sound asleep as he gave me a couple of parting sucks, rolled over, and settled down himself.  I thought that had he turned and faced me, he would have found me staring back at him and that would have probably made things more interesting because I was more than motivated to return the favor.

But I didn’t; I just faked like I was turning over in my sleep (in case he was still awake) and really went back to sleep, all the while thinking that just when you think you know someone, you learn that you really don’t.

The next morning after breakfast, I’m ready to head home and he volunteered to walk me halfway, not that I had far to go to begin with.  We’re walking along when he stops, looks at me, and says, “I, um, I’ve got something to tell you.”

I played dumb; wasn’t hard to figure out what that something was so I asked, “What’s that?”

“Um, ah, shit, while you were asleep, I gave you a blowjob,” he said, his face coloring.

“I know,” I said, seeing no reason to mess with him about it.  “I thought I was dreaming but when I woke up…”

“You were awake?” he asked.

“Yeah, and you don’t know how bad I wanted to do the same thing to you,” I said.  “It was really good, too.”

He was smiling and, I guess, feeling relieved over my response and when we reached the halfway point,,we,agreed that we should spend the night together again and soon.

And we did two weeks later and let’s just say neither of us got any sleep that night…

 
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Posted by on 2 April 2017 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts:  The Blow Job

The room reeked of males caught in the throes of sexual excitement, all hot, musky, pungent, and heavily dosed with pheromones as “Ryan” and I sucked on each other, both of us intent on making the other cum while holding back our respective loads for as long as possible.

As usual for me, as I happily sucked Ryan’s nuts, I’d found myself thinking about how the two of us had wound up in this moment, almost laughing despite now having my mouth full of Ryan’s short but fat dick.  I thought that I wouldn’t say that our beingnhere like this started out innocently; nope, I’d known for almost a month that Ryan had something to tell me and, if I was right, something he wanted to ask me.

As much as I had wanted to know, I was usually patient and willing to wait until Ryan finally said something.  Three days ago, as we sat in a nearby park eating the subs we opted to have for lunch – and after deeming that the cafeteria’s offering didn’t exactly qualify as human consumable food – Ryan finally got around to haltingly talking about sucking dick and asking the usual questions, like, had I ever done it or thought about doing it and if a guy wanted to blow me, would I let him do it.

My patience had long since expired so instead of answering his questions, I suggested – with emphasis- that he stop beating around the bush and ask me what we both knew he wanted to ask.  With his face as red as a proverbial beet, he told me he really liked me and if I’d let him blow me, that would make him happy.  Now, at this point I could have teased and played with him but, nah; I’d already decided that if he wanted to do what I thought he did, well, okay, i wasn’t gonna say no.  So, I said, “Sure, why not?” and we made a plan to hook up over the weekend.

It almost didn’t happen.  I’d been on my way to Ryan’s crib when this fine neighborhood honey finally decided, after months of chasing her, to let me in her panties; a hastily made call to him revealed that I’d have time to screw the girl and get cleaned up because Ryan’s parents hadn’t left yet.  After taking care of the business with the girl and rushing home to get cleaned up again, I found myself knocking on Ryan’s door, being let in, and led straight to his bedroom where we got undressed and got right to the business at hand after exchanging pleasantries.

We lay down beside each other into that more comfortable sixty-nine position and when Ryan closed his mouth around me, well, I almost laughed when I heard and felt his moan – I was sure he could taste and smell the pussy on me despite washing up; there was, after all, a reason why a blow jib was also known as a hummer.  It fueled his lust and he took it out on my dick which, of course, prompted me to take my soaring lust out on his.

As I’ve mentioned, Ryan’s cock was short but fat and it had taken me a bit of time to convince him (while we were plotting for the weekend) that it didn’t matter to me if his dick wasn’t long and that for blow jobs, shorter was easier to suck.  I grinned inwardly, as I sucked on his knob before taking all of him in, thinking that if he didn’t believe me when I told him, he’s probably a believer now.

He was such a pleasure to suck and his ability to give head wasn’t anything to sneer at.  We were both getting close; I could feel those little tremors racing along his shaft, could taste all that pre-cum oozing into my mouth and, damn it, I wanted to get him off and taste his cum… but I also didn’t want him to cum so I could keep sucking his cock.  Still, I felt Ryan stiffen, felt him groaning with my dick in his mouth, and felt and tasted the sperm jetting out of him, just a scant second or two before I flooded his mouth with spunk.

It was a little “difficult” but we kept sucking at each other until we began to soften; then we kinda pulled away from each other and spent a few moments getting the kinks out before looking at each other and grinning like idiots.  We were both hot and sweaty and his bedroom was humming with the fresh scent of sex and we both kinda stretched out on our backs but stayed close enough so we could fondle each other, while extolling how good that was and complimenting each other on both skill and desire.  And, yes, he even mentioned that smelling and tasting pussy on me had really turned him on just as I had thought.

Neither of us had to ask if there was gonna be a round two – that somehow was an unspoken given – so we took some time to raid the fridge for food and drink before returning to the bedroom and starting the long process of making each other cum again.  I thought about how easy it was doing this with Ryan, not because for me his cock was perfect for sucking but we weren’t trying to impress each other or make each other exceed their ability to suck dick.

We just lay there side by side, licking and sucking and massaging each other’s butt cheeks until after what seemed to take forever, I came, followed by Ryan just moments later.  He made me laugh when he shyly apologized for not producing a lot of cum; instead, I just smiled and asked, “You came didn’t you?”

And, as it turned out, not a moment too soon.  We were both very much aware of how musky and funky Ryan’s room was now and we’d opened the windows and he even turned on a box fan he had in his closet to air the room out… and before his parents had returned from wherever they’d been.  I’d not met them so Ryan introduced us – they were very pleasant – and they evennthanked me for coming over to keep Ryan company while they were out, not that he wasn’t old enough to be home alone and look after himself.

I politely turned down an invitation to stay for dinner, told Ryan that I’d see him in school on Monday, and went home a very happy camper.

 
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Posted by on 17 March 2017 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: First-time Head

The first time a guy gets a blowjob from another guy can be… interesting.  Sometimes they’re so nervous that if you didn’t know that the guy’s been sucked by women, you’d swear it was his first time ever.  Some are blasé about it; after all, it’s not as if they’ve never been sucked before, right?  Ha, some are pretty confident that you could suck their dick for hours and not get them to cum.

When male mouth meets dick, well, in my own experiences, I’ve found it hard not to laugh at times at the reactions, from being totally astonished right up to a near-immediate release of gooey spunk.  Some guys grin, some have a look on their face that says they don’t believe that what just happened did happen; some are so stunned that they were induced to cum that you’d think they had slipped into some kind of fugue state as their brain processes what was for them something once thought to be impossible.

If you pay close enough attention, you might even see the exact moment when they realize that getting sucked off by a guy (a) wasn’t as bad as they were led to believe and (b) perhaps a bit different from the same experience with a woman (not that women are bad at it, mind you).  Some guys are pretty shook up and, yes, at times, not in a good way which is kinda expected since they just had everything they thought they knew about a blowjob smashed like a broken pane of glass; it’s one thing to know that guys give other guys head – something else to actually experience it – and the guilt that often shows up can be a bitch to deal with because, damn, you just did what you were told never to do and, to make matters worse, you liked it…when you weren’t supposed to.

In contrast – and while giving a guy his first time being blown by another guy is quite special in my opinion – the first time a guy sucks dick can be just as interesting and even a bit traumatic for some.  It’s one of those things, like so many other things in life, where doing it seems to be a really great idea and one that’s quite arousing… until you’re actually face to crotch with another guy’s dick (hard or soft, doesn’t matter at this point).  It’s a moment of truth and one that I believe is much more difficult than lying back and having “Ed” eating your dick like a cherished delicacy.

Some guys just dive right in; in their mind, they’ve said, “Fuck it…” and get started before they can change their minds.  Some are what I’d call reluctantly cautious; they’re in the moment but can’t chicken out (male ego, ya know) and they start slowly, first with some manual manipulation then to a kiss or a lick (or both) before deciding that, okay, that didn’t kill me so let’s try actually sucking.  As I’ve related, I’ve seen this moment go south, from guys deciding that as much as they wanted to do this, nope, can’t do it right up to being physically ill and complete with emesis – that’s throwing up in medical terms.

One guy I talked to years ago told me about his first time sucking dick and he had said, with lots of nervous laughter, that everything had been going fine; he’d gotten over that initial moment of revulsion and was having a grand time sucking when, the next thing he knew, his mouth was flooded with sperm.  I couldn’t help it – I laughed until my sides hurt and when I was able to speak, I asked him, “Well, what did you think was gonna happen if you kept sucking on his dick?”

When he stopped laughing, he told me that he knew that the guy might cum but, at the same time, hadn’t given it any thought.  He learned, as so many guys have learned, that to watch some porn and see a guy busting a nut in a woman’s mouth is one thing… but to feel sperm flowing into your own mouth for the first time, well, that’s more than an eye-opener.  Some guys just deal with it – they spit it out or swallow it; some guys find that, um, yuck, while sucking dick is nice, er, dealing with the results is kinda unpleasant.

A bunch of us we sitting around getting pretty plastered one hot summer day and I’ll say eventually, we got to talking about sex, which led to everyone having a tent in their pants.  One guy was crowing about his prowess, someone else called him on it, and the first guy had said, “Aw, man, suck my dick!”

To everyone’s surprise, the other guy said, “Can I suck your dick?” – and then we were equally stunned when the first guy kinda shrugged and pulled out his dick (and, no, it wasn’t as big as he’d said it was, if you’re wondering). Just before the second guy lowered his head, he told the first guy not to cum in his mouth; I was buzzed but not so buzzed that I not only knew what was gonna happen but what was gonna happen after that.

I get why the second guy said that but, uh, didn’t he think that because he asked first guy not to cum in his mouth, that’s exactly what was gonna happen?  We sat watching this, our dicks as hard as granite – who knew these two guys were into this? – and, sure enough, the first guy gasped and cursed and the guy doing the sucking got “that look” on his face as the spunk started flowing and what I found funny is that the second guy swallowed it all first… then jumped up and punched the first dude dead in the face – and the fight was on.

I saw the second guy a few days later and he told me that, for one, he had no idea what made him ask to suck that other guy’s dick since he’d never done it before.  Yes, he did think that because he told the first guy not to cum in his mouth, his request would be honored and respected.

All I said was, “Really?”

He had a contrite look on his face but later confessed that he did like sucking dick and swallowing the load, while unexpected, wasn’t really all that bad and, oh, yeah, he’d appreciate it if I didn’t mention any of that to the fellas – and I didn’t (and, no, he didn’t “bribe” me to keep quiet, if you’re wondering).  Almost forgot to mention that the fight kinda ended as a draw and no one really got hurt – it was pretty funny, though…

A lot of guys who suck dick for the first time do discover that, hmm, it’s not really all that bad, that it can be rather erotic and quite stimulating.  The taboo of sucking a guy’s dick lends a certain “nasty but in a good way” excitement to the moment just as the guilt behind disregarding the taboo can be devastatingly bad.  Some guys understand that, okay, if a woman can suck a dick, then a guy can, too; some finally get to understand why some women aren’t all that fond of sucking dick… but why some women are fanatics about doing it.

Some guys give a blowjob that one time and never do it again; some guys get totally hooked on it and are often surprised that they’re hooked – those of you who suck dick can better understand why, right?  Maybe it’s just my opinion but a guy’s first time being sucked by a man and doing some sucking isn’t something to be taken lightly.  We tend to frown upon men who are into this and, in past times, have viewed them as being unmanly… but any guy who has survived his first time will tell you that it takes guts, balls, nerve, courage, whatever, to suck another man’s dick and make him cum.

Certainly, friends, it’s not something every man can do or would even want to do… or even should do, for that matter.  In my own experiences, I’ve actually tried to talk them out of it since I’ve seen first hand how badly this can go both physically and emotionally…

 
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Posted by on 26 January 2017 in Today's Bisexual Thoughts

 

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Today’s Bisexual Thoughts: Okay…

Those of you who’ve been reading and following me know that when I was ten, my father, in one of his drunken rants, told me that no matter what, I’d better not ever put my mouth on a girl’s pussy.  He didn’t say why I shouldn’t do that and made it sound like the worst thing that could ever be done short of getting a girl pregnant.

Ten minutes later, I found out it was one of the best things about having sex and in the following fifty years, I have  only refused to eat a pussy once and only because it was sick with infection.

The word was that you could have the biggest, fattest dick and could fuck for a long time before you nutted… but if you couldn’t and didn’t eat pussy, you weren’t shit and were considered to less that shit if you did eat at the Y… but only spent a few measly seconds doing it.  Those of you who’ve been reading and following know that back in high school, I got tagged with the “unkind” nickname of “Taster’s Choice,” thanks to the sexual zodiac patch I proudly wore on my Wrangler jacket, the sign of Libra and depicting a woman sitting on a man’s face.  My peers laughed and said many terrible things to me about that patch… but while they were having fun at my expense, I was getting the pussy they weren’t even close to getting because I not only ate the dreaded pussy but I’d camp out between a girl’s legs until she couldn’t take it anymore or I couldn’t do it any longer.

At ten, I was determined to find out all I could about this eating pussy thing and took every opportunity to learn from the best teachers:  Women.  And I took those hard lessons to heart and with much – and maybe even too much – seriousness, up to and including studying the anatomy and chemistry of pussy.  It was well known that Black men didn’t eat pussy, that no self-respecting man would ever put his mouth on something that bled on a regular basis, and that many a Black man would publicly and categorically deny even thinking about munching on some bearded clam.  I wasn’t one of those guys and, as you might imagine (or even know for a fact) that Black men do, indeed, eat pussy – but, ah, let’s keep that in the down low because I don’t want anyone else to know that I’ve been fronting to save face.

Once word spread that I was a pussy-eating fool, shit, girls who wouldn’t give me the time of day to save my life were suddenly interested in finding out for themselves if what they’d been hearing was true… and those who weren’t inclined to believe what I would say wanted to find out in the only way it can be definitely and finally proven:  Come and eat my pussy and let’s see if you’re nothing all hype and no substance and if you are as good at it, I might even let you fuck me.

Okay, I have no problem with that so, thank you, open your legs, and find something to hang onto and I hope you’re not in a hurry because I’m gonna be a while before I get finished.  What’s that you say?  No one has ever made you cum like that before?  Okay, that’s good to know… so let’s see if that’s as impossible as you think it is.

How much do I love to eat pussy? So much that there are times when all I want to do is to eat it even though it is a very challenging thing to do – and, sometimes, damaging thing to do; I’ve had bloody noses, black eyes, scratched to varying degrees of bloodletting; I’ve been choked until I’ve almost passed out, have come as close to drowning as a person can come without being in a body of water. I’ve pulled and strained muscles, have even eaten pussy with stitches in my chin, and despite toothaches.

Why?  Because eating pussy is just way too much fun not to enjoy – does one need another reason other than that?

Word has always been that if you wanted to keep your woman, you’d better eat that pussy and as if your very life depended on it because if you didn’t, she will find someone else who’ll do it like this for her.  Women have made it clear, that you’d better lick it before you can stick it and they aren’t joking and telling you that if you don’t lick it good, you won’t get to stick it and it’s no idle threat on their part.

Oh, and if you don’t lick it, everyone will find out that you don’t have what it takes to show a pussy a good time with you mouth, lips, and tongue.  Maybe it’s just me but if she’s not looking at you as if you either ran her over with a tank or as if you tried to kill her, you didn’t do it enough.

It’s not a chore – it’s a damned intimate pleasure and one that I am so glad my father was wrong about…

 
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