How brushing my teeth improved my blowjob technique

People ask all the time, “How do you make a good head?” and “How do you avoid nausea?” I tell you that I learned from unusual sources. I am not an expert on oral sex, but I learned mainly by brushing my teeth.

I had a furry partner who used to give so many instructions on how he wanted it done that I felt like I was in school or in the military. After what I thought was a less than mediocre fellatio performance, I always went to the bathroom to brush my teeth to get his little hairs out of my mouth. I brushed and brushed and brushed. Not so much for oral hygiene, although I wanted to get it out of my mouth, but partly because I could practice my gag reflex while brushing my tongue. Either it was practicing in private or practicing with too many guys who wouldn’t appreciate my efforts. So armed with my toothbrush and my ego, I would grab my toothbrush and brush the back of my tongue so far back I almost threw up. I did it so much that I was finally able to hit the furry little thing in the back of my throat without gagging.

Next, I would wet my mouth to wet my lips and my whole mouth. Yeah it’s sexy the way the water drips Then she stretched her lips and opened her mouth as wide as she could while trying to look sexy. Don’t waste your time, there is nothing sexy about that look.

Then came the part that my dentist could appreciate. I brushed my teeth. Do you know that some people would prevent foam from building up in their mouth because it looks unpleasant? Well, that wasn’t me. The more sparkling the better. That’s when I practiced my “sips”, spitting the foamy saliva over the sink and then sipping it again. Yes, it was that simple.

After all that diligent oral hygiene, she was ready for next time. When he came the next time, he was nervous because his mouth was dry. So I popped a curiously strong mint in my mouth and headed for town. I forgot to spit out the mint. Whoa! As soon as my mouth came down on his head, I knew I had it! He groaned in what could only be ecstasy and I saw his toes buckle, his hips thrusting, and his moans of passion urged me to move on. My ego had skyrocketed and I remembered the advice I received from my dear gay friends. Boldly, I put both hands on it and they went to work stroking it like I was twisting and churning butter. My hands had a mind of their own. It was as if they were working independently, but together with my mouth. Again my dear ego jumps in and wants to show off. I scoop up my cheeks for a mouthful of saliva, cup my hands and fill them with all the moisture my mouth can produce and spit out, not that delicate drip either, I mean really spitting all that moisture all over him so I can stroke his head. and shaft smoothly. It was then that I would confidently, with the experience of a professional, delight and entertain him by lifting his penis very gently and inhaling his balls into my mouth. Captivating him with my new blowjob skills. Stroking his nuts in my mouth like they were delicate quail eggs as I moaned, sipped, and hummed at my own pace.

Did I look at it like they did in porn? Well, before being armed with this powerful oral awareness – No … I mean, why would I look at it? But now? Hell yeah. I look up, not really looking to see “if” I’m doing a good job or “if” he’s enjoying my performance. I look up at him and let my eyes tell him, “yeah, I know I’m amazing.”

I guess you’re wondering what will happen when it’s over. I swallow? The answer depends on my state of mind. Sometimes I like to see my work and let him film it wherever (I think it’s great for the skin too) and rub it or play with it. Other times, I drink. The trick is to let him see it in your mouth first. Your mouth will naturally water the longer you hold it in your mouth, which will make it easier to swallow. Once you’ve pulled everything down, open it wide and it shows, “It’s all gone.”

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