Blowjobs: An Art - Instructions for Use 3rd Edition

By nature, unless he's particularly prejudiced and reluctant, when he's horny, with a hard-on and a wide-open mouth inviting him in, the male doesn't mince his words and simply enters the doorway before him, whether female or male.

At that moment, the male is gripped by a frantic desire to unleash himself.

He wants to cum, and it's up to the person in front of him to manage the situation, so he can fully enjoy that erotic delicacy, right down to the stringy dessert, savoured like whipped cream.

Speaking of which, I remember one day, in a porn theater in Milan, I was drawn by the comings and goings behind a curtain. Intrigued and a little excited, I went in too, and in the dim light, the scene that unfolded before me was this: Some people were practically lined up with their dicks out, jerking themselves off. In front of them, a guy stood, lowered his head, fed them, and started pumping them. After a few seconds, he raised it again to move on to the next guy and repeat the process. I must have seen him do it five or six times, and at each stop, grunting like pigs and insulting him, they would cum in his mouth.
Then, they would put the dripping member back in their pants and return to the theater while the other continued to empty new incoming cocks with his mouth.

Obviously, I don't think those were blowjobs; he was simply considered a cumshot point for those who, after becoming aroused and masturbated to the film, wanted to finish with an easy, hasty, and undemanding cumshot.

Multiple cumshots in the mouth can easily be seen on the internet, but it's quite clear that they're not blowjobs, but something else, very pornographic and not very erotic.

Blowjobs, real ones, are another matter, even if they're given precariously and quickly to complete strangers.

The standing posture mentioned by Ada, in my opinion, allows for a less creative approach.
Generally, one gets straight to the point or moves on to another erotic activity, combining it with other foreplay; they kiss, touch, lick, and then...

Often the man has already pulled out his cock, which, rising provocatively upward, is an irresistible invitation to immediate entry.

This posture also requires greater physical flexibility and is more suited to women, who are notoriously looser and more lanky.

The man is more prone to fatigue and inevitably ends up on his knees or wanting a quick finish.

There's no rush if the person giving the blowjob is comfortably seated with the man standing and his throbbing, hard cock in front of her face.
In this case, the blowjob can have:as long as the goal is to get cum in the mouth, for an unlimited duration with great pleasure for both.

Even reversing positions can provide moments of great pleasure.
With the man sitting and the sucker kneeling, both bodies can relax and unwind.

In this position, in addition to the normal contact of the mouth and tongue with the male genitals, it's particularly pleasurable for both to lift the legs of the man lying on the couch and rest his thighs on his shoulders so that his face comes into close contact with the balls and buttocks. The open buttocks allow the man to explore, lick, and penetrate the anal orifice with his tongue, bringing overwhelming pleasure to both.

Obviously, if you have to try this option, it's best for the man to take a deep enema before starting the game.

Personally, I don't even like licking the asshole if it's not well-shaved.

This position is particularly exciting if the man's cock is very hard and stretched toward the navel. (Blessed is youth as long as it retains this magnificent feature!)

In this case, to be able to feed him, you have to tense him like a spring lever, and once he's taken into your mouth, due to the different alignment, it exerts pressure on the palate that, accompanied by the movement of the mouth, lustfully accentuates the effects of mutual pleasure.

These priceless moments of pleasure are generally accompanied by sensual contractions of the bodies stimulated by the lust of the moment, the strong odors emitted by sex, the almost perpetually sweaty bodies, and the moans that fill the atmosphere.

Lastly, there are positions with the bodies already naked and stretched out.

In these cases, the upside-down positions can be reversed and both can be used.

With the man lying down, his cock protruding, and his body relaxed, the one giving the blowjob has countless opportunities to enjoy that body, passively available to give and receive pleasure not only with the cock but with every inch of skin.

Here too, by raising the thighs above the shoulders, one gains access to the man's most secret and intimate parts.

The inverted position is the one that best allows the man to take an active role. In this position, in fact, it is possible to emulate intercourse by treating the mouth as if it were a real pussy, positioning oneself on top with one's body and screwing it until one cums inside.

In this case, the skill lies in offering the lips, closing them on the penis and letting it slide as if they were the moist lips of the vulva.

These are, in my opinion, the most significant positions to which everyone, according to their own tastes and fantasies, can apply the desired variables.

Obviously, these are only the premises.

The success of a blowjob, however, depends primarily on our approach to the cock and the dedication we are able to give to this sublime erotic practice.

The cock; this small (even if large, even if asinine, it is still a tiny object compared to what it can give us) appendage of flesh that ridiculously hangs between the legs of men, is in reality a true scepter, a gift from the gods, capable of granting us some of the most beautiful moments in our daily lives, which are mostly made up of wretched things and situations.

The cock, if used well, can give us sublime moments of incomparable pleasure.

Naturally, the pussy also brings with it the same gifts, which can be complementary, as is naturally the case with procreation, or specific, as with the cock, in the case we are discussing; the blowjob. Cunnilingus in the case of the pussy.

Surely, however, perhaps because of the mythology surrounding the male organ or the simple fact that the member offers tangible signs of vital power through its virility and the explosion that accompanies the climax of pleasure, the cock best symbolizes the myth of Eros with all that this entails in everyone's sexual life.

Therefore, the cock must be handled with the same care and passion we would dedicate to a deity; the cock is our totem, charged with spiritual meanings but still a pagan fetish available for our pleasure.

I'll start by saying that I personally prefer a completely shaved cock, although, alas, I've found very few of them. Men generally obtusely attribute a sense of virility to body hair.

They don't understand that hairless skin is more beautiful, cleaner, and appears larger and more virile. Furthermore, without that rough protection, smooth skin, being more sensitive, enhances the pleasure of contact with the hands or tongue.

Even when penetrating a woman, the contact of the root of the penis and the testicles with the labia majora greatly enhances the pleasure.

Fortunately, this trend seems to be changing.

...the limp member in our hands appears weak and defenseless.

We must welcome it with our fingers cupped together, we must feel its consistency and weight, we must encourage the exchange of heat between our bodies.

Then we must lean over and touch it with our lips, then open our mouths and take it all in, as far as we can.

As we suck it like a thick mousse, we begin to sense its vitality, we feel it growing, we must expel it, we can no longer contain it.

Now it is no longer round and soft like a ripe plum.

Little by little, before our astonished eyes, it grows and acquires its natural shape,the one for which we took care of him.

Finally, his member is clearly visible from the creamy scrotum that hangs beneath him.

We can now grasp it with both hands.

It's moist and, as it grows, slips between our fingers, still soaked in the saliva that coated it when it was in our mouths.

It's before our eyes, beautiful, sculpted, and throbbing.

We feel it vibrate between our fingers, which now struggle to contain it.

As it swells, it's covered in protruding blue veins. Our tongue rests on them to test their consistency.

They're swollen but elastic tubes, on which our moist thrusts leave clear marks, like hickeys.

Then our tongue descends to lick the warm testicles, then takes them in one by one and releases them, after sucking them, even more soaked in our saliva.

As we apply this delicate treatment to his now-full member, the male pants and gasps, and utters incomprehensible words.

If given the chance, we descend even lower, losing ourselves in the dark recesses beneath his balls, between his buttocks, until we encounter the little rose, closed like a flower.

Upon contact with our tongue, the petals unfold and begin to quiver, opening, welcoming us as far as we physically can.

The male moans, caresses our hair, and utters incomprehensible words.

After thoroughly massaging his quivering asshole, we begin to ascend again, encountering his balls once again, which seem to await the passage of our tongue. Upon renewed contact, he floods us with a rush of warm warmth, which we reciprocate with long licks.

Then we ascend the turgid, throbbing shaft.

We lick the cannula, the veins, we uncap it, we enter the foreskin, we lick the frenulum and we are shaken by a violent contraction accompanied by a moan similar to a gasp.

We have touched the most sensitive spot in the male! What in women is called the G-spot.


We were sucking our idol, our fetish, we were immersed in our dream.

After awakening the cock, we were savoring its flavor, we were intoxicated by the male scent it emanated and we were almost dozing, enraptured by such wonderful sensuality when the hoarse gasp violently hits our ears, forcing us, in a rude awakening, to open our eyes.

Our tongues were still on the highly sensitive fillet when, opening our eyes, the glans appears in all its majestic, livid turgidity.

From this close, it seems enormous.

As big as a plum, in addition to its shape, it is also brown in colour and at the top, from the dilated hole, eloquent, shiny drops of pleasure flow out.

With our tongue, we lick the source and collect the drops of honey, while with our fingers, we squeeze the stem to facilitate its release.

We lick the glans, swirling our tongues around them until, well moistened, we open our lips and begin to swallow the precious fruit.

We slowly let it slide into our anal cavity until contact with our uvula signals that penetration is complete.

After a brief pause to assess the size of the intruder, we begin a slow race backwards and then back inside at an increasingly rapid pace.

The male panted louder and louder, accompanying our movements with his hands on our heads, urging us to suck him with words that now seem comprehensible, though mumbled: " Ooooooo ....

that's nice....yes.....yess ... You don't give in. You wait for him to calm down. When his urge finally seems to have subsided, you start over. This time, starting from his asshole and slowly working your way up toward the head, which you find increasingly swollen and bruised, waiting for your lips. You take it in, feeling his cock violently shaking your oral cavity with its contractions. You move down, your movements becoming faster and faster, your mouth producing a huge amount of saliva and his cock slipping in easily despite the fact that there's no free space in your oral cavity, completely filled with his swollen, throbbing cock. He gasps, incites you, and insults you. You suck him with a frenzy of passion. Liquid sounds escape your mouth, gasps of lust and gags brought on by the violent thrusts you receive in your throat. Now your blowjob proceeds relentlessly, relentlessly. With one hand, you squeeze his balls. It hurts. He squeezes your temples. It hurts. You're two animals fighting, fighting for the same prey: your pleasure! He gasps like a beast, grips your head, and nails you with his cock in your throat.































He stretches his body until you feel it stretch, your legs fly, your head explodes as streams of boiling cum begin to hit your speechless vocal cords from the firmly embedded shaft.

A long, inhuman gasp accompanies the emptying of those swollen, tortured balls.

When finally, quiet envelops you, your stomach is full of cum and your mouth is pasty as he, with his dripping cock, invites you to clean it with your tongue.

Which you do with immense pleasure.

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