A History of Giving Head - Her View (Part 1)

A snap Z made from the video Z and B made together

The lucky person on the receiving end of this blowjob illustrated here is my Z-lover. We have secret names for eachother and Z represents the "zebra" nickname I have for him. He (Z) has asked me several times to describe how it feels to give a blowjob or, more specifically, how it feels to give HIM and blowjob and have him come in my mouth. I tried, on his birthday, to describe the following --

I only have the memories now of your birthdays in years past and how the screen door at the rear of the house would gently slam shut as you came in, knowing that a very special birthday gift awaited you. Maybe it became more special because I really couldn't give you anything else, a "normal" gift like a sweater or a favorite food or drink or a book....stuff like that. The only thing I had (have) were/are my erotic gestures and offerings.....oddly, both expansive (hopefully) and limiting at the same time.

My memory is a blur as to how we would begin our time together on this special day.....would we both get into bed, naked....and cuddle before I would come down on you? Or, would you come in and stand before me as I would unzip your pants and pull them down, often exposing an already, semi-hard cock calling for my attention?

Not sure anymore...you probably remember better than I do. What I do recall is the eagerness I felt in giving you my best possible blow-job...always hoping that the current birthday ministration of it would be better than the last year's. Amorous, lengthy, and erotic....watching you get excited was always a turn-on.....a gift for me in exchange.

Often, even though it was cold outdoors most of the time (given it being december), your cock would be nice and warm as I sometimes caressed it against my cheek before kissing it. Whether you were sitting, lying down, or standing, it was the same.....light acknowledgement with my lips first in acceptance and anticipation of what was to come....feeling your excitement grow with every kiss. Taking it in just around the head...licking it gratefully.....delicious in its familiar taste...awakening my hunger for you.

You now have videos of me sucking your cock as I talk to you and I doubt anything I can say here can match the excitement you might get from watching that. I can tell you here that I wish I could be really giving you your present today....and that I'd probably let you come in my mouth. You have asked me how to describe you coming in my mouth and it's been a challenge, for sure....to find words to describe it. I can say that, at the point when you are about to explode in my mouth, your cock is so very hard as it has been sliding in and out of my mouth.....with every lick, bite, and suck, you get harder....and when I start feeling those little pulses begin....everything stops for a split second. If I drank alcohol (which I don't) I might liken you coming in my mouth as follows -- it's like filling my mouth at midnight with grain alcohol and then blowing it out over a lit matchstick, the dark world before my eyes going bright in a ball of flame. My whole body would be charged as if an electrical current has run through it.....that's how it would feel.....and has felt.

But, most importantly, is how YOU feel having received such a gift. I think I know.....but I wish you could tell me, again perhaps, why you love it so and how it makes you feel.

Happy (and healthy) Birthday, my dear, dear Z....with all of my heart....your B.

A History of Giving (and Getting) Head - His View

Part One - A History of Giving (and Getting) Head --

Having already parked my car in as hidden an alcove as I could find, I enter the house the backdoor. The outer screen door gives away my presence. Of that I have little doubt. Even the times when we arranged for her to be masturbating on the bed so I could pretend to sneak in and watch her unawares, she’d know because of the creaking screen door.

Being my birthday, she always had a prepared little skit to get me to come into the house. Once inside, little clues or notes marked the way so that I would end up being where she intended. This time it was those notes that lead me to another note, than another, and the final one was in a stuffed horse’s mouth inviting me to sit on the couch in the back room for a birthday blowjob.

I grew up in the 1950’s, a sexually repressed time in America if ever there was one. All Ozzie and Harriet and Donna Reed sprinkled with Father Knows Best and Leave it to Beaver though Beaver was a nickname for a little freckled-faced kid as opposed to a cunt. It was all white and WASP-y......pure as the snow and in hindsight, I don’t know how anyone was ever conceived. Pregnancy was sanitized and sex unhinted at. Even Ozzie and Harriet slept in separate single beds and they had two kids.

In 1960 I turned twelve and at thirteen my girlfriend, then fourteen, made me lie back on a mattress while we “made out." She had always been the aggressive one in our “going steady”-ness because I was completely naïve and reputation was important for a girl just emerging from the Eisenhower years. Anyway while making out, she started caressing my erection which wasn’t a particularly new thing in itself but unzipping my fly and taking it out to stroke it, was. This was especially strange since we were at her ex-boyfriend’s house. He was in the next room with another friend and I always suspected they were watching us. That, I’ll never know.

As I said, she pushed me back while giving me one of those teenage kisses with lots of tongue that signified love and possession and deftly moved her head down and took my cock into her mouth. Just as quickly she took me out and said, "don’t watch."  After that, she sucked me as if she had done it before though I doubt that she had.

Outside of a few wet dreams where a guy dreams of sex so vivid he ejaculates, I had never had an orgasm. She didn’t suck me to that point then either but she did it for a long time as if she was experiencing something religious. I couldn’t watch her and was not about to test it and have her stop since I’d never felt anything so incredible before. I didn’t know that people did these kinds of things. If anyone we went to school with knew she sucked my cock, her reputation such as it was would be toast. She’d be labeled a slut. Actually the word back then was tramp and it was like the biggest black mark against a girl in 1962.

That experience gave me a deep appreciation for both tramps and blowjobs; she and I were together for almost five years and started the 60’s sexual revolution along with millions of comrades. We wiped the 50’s sexual repression off the face of the earth, at least in our neck of the woods.

So what is it to get an erection and put it in a woman’s mouth that is so pleasurable? Let me sidestep the obvious comment from my gay friends, who would also say a man’s mouth. True enough but my experience is limited to a single time and my inclination, while bisexual in the right circumstances (when I was younger), is decidedly hetro. That leaves women for me.

First, on the sheer sensual side (that is if I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations of cock in mouth), I’d say that first having an erection is in itself pleasurable. When flaccid, I am hardly aware of my cock but when hard, it is an amplifier of exquisite sensitivity. Usually it means that my body has built up enough sperm and semen to have an orgasm something like a loaded gun. After shooting, it has to reload. When I was young that only took a half hour as opposed to the three or four days it takes now. Anyway, with apologies for the metaphor, there is a great pressure to shoot the gun once loaded.

The fifties hold-over is that giving/getting head is somehow a “dirty” thing. Of course I know it is not, nor is any act between consenting lovers, but the echoes are there. I have a dirty thing that gets hard attached between my legs.

Secondly, in the purely-sensual-closed-eyes description, is that a mouth is very hot so that putting this amplifier into something with all that heat is very, very pleasurable. All of the saliva makes it feel frictionless or nearly so and that too feels good. When a woman sucks a cock she almost always mimics fucking in that she goes up and down on it. That also feels very good. Lastly, there is the sense of suction which is indescribable. The sense that the “load” is being sucked out or extracted is a feeling all its own. I have read of men hating this and I have no doubt that the craze around vampires has a subtle love-hate relationship with blowjobs. I had a lover once who liked to give head and jokingly called herself “the vampire that sucks but never bites."

Up to here, I am writing about being a passive hardon that a woman sucks, or more accurately mimics her cunt in an active self-aware way. I don’t mean literally mimics her cunt as if she has two. I mean that when fucking a man (he being in her cunt or ass), she is relatively passive, she receives him, and though she may fuck him with enthusiasm, he is usually the partner who controls the action. This isn’t exactly right but I don’t have good enough language for it. Even when she is the most aggressive, she is still the receiver of his cock.
On the other hand when she gives him head, she is in complete control.

And after the closed eyed part: I get to watch.

As I said, my first girlfriend wouldn’t let me watch though it was clear she was enjoying herself. She had that crazy, freedom-guilt dichotomy. We’d eventually do everything we could think of and a year after we broke up, I spent a night with her and she had me come in her mouth. This was again a first for me and maybe for her as well. Still, I couldn’t watch.

After that, most of my lovers wanted to suck me and there are a number of wonderful times. Most of them didn’t care if I watched or not, but I always got the feeling that they were doing it for me as opposed to doing it for us both. I understand this since I have had my mouth on some pussy that I didn’t enjoy. I ate those cunts to give pleasure to the women attached to them. It was part of making love.

It feels good to get and give head to an appreciative lover but the real turn on is to be eaten by someone who really enjoys having you in her/his mouth.

There are a few women who really liked it and I liked that they did but we never got to that level of intimacy that allows a real creative act. This leads me to you and your blowjobs

Yours are in the context of that intimacy --

1- You love to have my cock in your mouth and you make it obvious.

2- It is like being accepted “dirty parts” and all and in fact loved for that.

3- You enjoy being slutty for me

4- You enjoy me watching your face as you suck me

5- You tell me that you enjoy sucking my cock

6- You make it feel very natural

7- You let me come in your mouth every once in a while and would every time if I could also fuck you as well… (ah, to be younger)

So, on my birthday you’d suck it and selflessly make me come even though I didn’t fuck you.
(to be continued....)