The Ultimate BJ
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My thinking on blow jobs has evolved some. Currently, I am not all that excited by blow jobs. Way too passive. I sit there, or lay there, or stand there while some fag works on my dick. Even discounting the varying quality of this service (I won’t even waste my time on a BJ from a chick), except for those moments of ejaculation and the moments leading up to it, it’s like a big yawn.
Skull fucking is something entirely else, however. I fucking love skull fucking a fag. I am in control, not the fag. I am active and setting the tone of the encounter. I want the bitch gagging and throwing out throat slime. I can do that. I want to cut off its air so that it is on the verge of passing out. I can make that happen. I can grab its head with both hands and impale its throat on my magnificent cock and essentially jerk off using its mouth and throat rather than my hand. No problem. I control how deep I go and for how long, and the duration of the encounter.
Against that background, I need to tell you about the ultimate blow job.
We had a stupendous heatwave a couple of weeks ago, and my date and I were invited to a pool party at the home of a friend of hers in the burbs. Nice crowd, congenial and low key. After swimming some I climbed out of the pool and laid myself out on a lounge chair to air dry myself. My date was off somewhere chatting with our host and before long this lovely lady in the chair next to mine opened a conversation by complimenting my speedo. Well, one thing led to another, as they often do, and before long the lady and I were in one of the bedrooms in the mansion fucking like rabbits. The lady was hot, sexy as hell and a totally awesome fuck. I have pretty good endurance and I would estimate it was like 20 minutes later of so, the lady had experienced her second orgasm, and I still had nort shot my load. The lady was too drained, physically and emotionally, to continue, and just at that moment, I heard a throat clearing and looked up to see this dude standing in the doorway to the room. The lady introduced me to her husband.
Hubby spoke up: Addressing me, “let me clean that off for you.”
The lady agreed. “Let him do it. I understand he gives first class head.”
I am intrigued by modern marriage, but I turned to the dude. it was clear iI was not going to nut in the lady.
In a single stroke, the dude’s nose was buried in my pubes. He withdrew long enough to say “Ah, I see you’ve saved it for me.” Then he went to work.
And work he did.For nearly half an hour, he sucked my balls, licked the underside of my cock, explored my piss slit with the tip of his tongue. Traced the ridge of the corona with his tongue. Applied various degrees of suction. He brought me to the very edge several times and then backed me off. During that time he never once touched my genitals with his hands. And when he finally brought me to orgasm it was a phenomenal, explosive orgasm the likes of which I simply do not remember ever having before.
Sure I was passive, Sure he was in control. Sure it as a totally awesome orgasm. But I think I still prefer skull fucking.
