March 22, 2020 By Stella Voltan

My Bisexual Boyfriend Taught Me How to Give a Blow Job

I gave my first blow job when I was 15 years old.

We did it in the back of his mother’s Mercedes that he borrowed for the night. All I remember was wrapping my lips around his penis, moving my mouth up and down once or twice — and BAM. He came with the force of a thousand suns.

Man, that was easy, I thought to myself.

I remember it was one of my proudest moments from high school. After all, not many other girls could make a guy come in under 10 seconds on their first try. I was that good.

Fast forward ten years and — surprisingly — life wasn’t as generous when it came to blow jobs.

You know the guy who goes soft halfway through? Or the boy who’s balls smell like they’ve been marinating in dirty underwear for half a week? How about the one who needs you to suck so fast that you almost break your neck trying to get him off?

Yeah, I’ve dated all those guys.

Giving a blow job was never my fornicating foreplay of choice. Sure, it wasn’t always the fault of Mr. Softy or Mr. Stink Nuts. But it wasn’t long before I started to hate giving head.

Well, that’s until I met Joe.

You see, Joe was what some would call “unconventional”.

He worked in the movie industry and wore women’s jeans and dark eyeliner. Although he was 16 years older than I was, I couldn’t keep my hands off his long dark hair.

Joe was also Italian. At first, I thought that all European men were this flamboyant. I didn’t even bat an eye when he told me he was headed to the “little girl’s room” during dinner one night.

And then on our third date, he told me that he was bisexual.

He talked about his first gay kiss in elementary school, his long-term Swedish boyfriend, and his undying urge to fly to Thailand to fuck a transgender woman.

But to me, none of it mattered. I still loved everything about Joe.

I loved his piercing blue eyes and his Italian accent. I loved his masculine hands and his combat boots. But most of all, I loved his cock.

His giant c*ck to be exact.

And as much as I hated giving head in the past, I needed to try once with this magical meat member.

The first time I plunked it in my mouth, Joe stopped me.

“Listen, honey,” he said. “This isn’t working for me. Let me show you how to suck someone off like you really mean it.”

He took his index and middle fingers and shoved them in my mouth.

“The first rule of giving head is to show enthusiasm. Most women act like it’s a chore. But the men who give the best blow jobs do it because they love sucking cock.”

I stood in shock, not knowing where to start. His fingers were dangling inside my open mouth, and I imagined myself looking like a plastic blow-up doll.

Thank god he at least washed his hands.

I decided to take the free lesson while I had it. There aren’t many chances in life to have a bisexual Italian to teach you how to suck cock.

So, I channeled my inner pornstar and started to moan and lick his fingers.

“Some people will say that men give better blow jobs because they know what men want. A man with a penis knows how to please a man with a penis. But that’s wrong. It’s enthusiasm.”

While he was getting a literal hand job, Joe gave me a few other tips to keep in mind. Look a man in the eyes. Use lots of saliva. Don’t use your teeth. And never ever ever forget the balls.

With his fingers still pumping away, I tickled the inside of his wrists to mimic playing with his balls.

The lessons became more advanced. Vary your technique. Don’t just move your mouth in and out like a jackhammer. Swirl your tongue around the tip. Give small, playful kisses up and down the base. Take a break every now and then to use your hand.

I was becoming quite the finger-licking pro.

We spent the next few days curled up in his central Rome apartment drinking prosecco and talking about blow jobs. Before I knew it, it was time for a second try.

I was ready to take my newly developed penis skills to the test.

I was ready — to give a great blow job.

Joe sat on the edge of the bed with his penis in his hand.

“Are you ready?”, he asked.

The entire situation seemed a little sterile and textbook to me, but I think it was the nerves talking. I was so nervous about my performance that my hands started to shake uncontrollably.

Well, at least that might help during the blow job.

But I was determined. I was in my mid-twenties, and it was time for me to give an earth-shattering blow job. I wanted to make a man come based on skill. Not because he was simply excited to be in the presence of a girl. And not because he hadn’t come in several weeks.

Tonight, I was going to make a man come because I gave an amazing blow job.

Be a wild animal. Stare him in the eyes. Moan. Lick that pole like it’s a frozen popsicle on a hot summer day in Rome.

And that’s precisely what I did.

But not just any ol’ BJ. I learned how to give a mindblowing one.

Afterward, he rolled over, panting like a bulldog in the middle of a heatstroke. He took my face in the palm of his hands and stared at me, glassy-eyed and exhausted.

“Wow. You suck dick like a man.”

And it was the best compliment I ever received.

 

Source: Ms. Part Time Wino  – Medium.com

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