HNT: If you want something done right...
Thursday, September 18, 2008
In an earlier post, I passed along a recent image from Sexoteric featuring a man giving himself a blow job. I happened to mention that I had some experience along those lines, and a commenter asked for details.
Why, yes, I do take requests.
Well, as I said, in my younger days I could *almost* do it. I was blessed with more than a little natural double-jointedness, and of course I was young. I *knew* the standing posture the fellow in this photograph achieved would have been a bad idea, because if I actually managed it, and got anywhere close to climax, I'd fall down. I tried rolling around on the floor in all kinds of contortions, without success.
Not that it was *all* bad, I just couldn't do what I was trying to do.
As I recall, I got the nearest to unconditional success in the bathtub. I slowly turned sideways, wedging myself between the walls of the tub to help curl my back. My legs pointed straight up, but I had them spread and slightly bent so I didn't overbalance.
If I'd thought about it, I would have started laughing at the ridiculous position I was in--which, contorted as I was, I didn't really have enough breath to do. But I didn't think about that, because, well, the destination was in sight. I had the closest view of my own cock I'd ever had, and it was tantalizing.
The secret of getting closer was *not* to strain for it, but to relax and allow my back to curl just a *little* tighter. And eventually, victory: My lips closed around the head of my cock.
I expected a certain amount of sensory disconnect: I thought it might feel like I was simultaneously giving and getting a blow job. That didn't happen, of course.
Then I thought I might be immediately repulsed by the taste and/or texture. That didn't happen either. In fact, I really liked it. There was something satisfying about it, like sucking your thumb (I suppose). This, I thought, is a sensation I could definitely get used to.
I squirmed and shifted and grabbed my own ass to pull my cock closer. I managed to relax a little more and took myself in a little deeper. I have no idea how this was possible: All I could see was my own balls, when my eyes were open. I could sit there with my cock in my mouth... but I couldn't move, not without causing back pain.
It almost worked. You *know* I *wanted* like hell for it to work. But try as I might, and good as it felt, I never got even remotely close to orgasm. You know how it is for young men: If it won't make you come, what good is it?
Thinking back on it now, of course, I wish I'd been able to take pleasure in it for what it was, and had tried harder to get and stay flexible enough to continue experimenting. I wish I'd thought to attempt to massage my prostrate (hey, it's not like my ass wasn't close by) and see what happened. If only the aneros had existed then.
Posted by Regin at 9/18/2008 11:54:00 PM
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Yes, I know I missed a little hair there. I've taken care of it since the photo was taken.
But still, doesn't it look much better without hair?