MDM. President I haven’t had that sensation before but I think Dave’s suggestion is good… maybe a fizzy drink you can swish about a bit and then swallow… I know it’d spoil the rhythm maybe but its better than having that feeling all day…
You could try it once and see how it goes perhaps???
Darlin’, “genitalia in flames of throbbing lust” is a southern girl’s specialty. We know how to cool off when it gets too hot down here. Know what ah mean sugah? 
tag bats her gently bread eyelashes at DaveBear…why yes, sugah, I do so love to kneel
Alrighty, now tell us: Do Things go Better with Coke…?
LOL I was wondering if you were going to catch that!! DaveBear gets an A for alertness. giggle
Well, I guess it’s better than nothing. :rolleyes:
Drinking anything does help for about 10 seconds but for such an insignificant amount of relief I’d rather not screw up the rhythm. Iv experimented with tons of things to find the antidote to jism-coated throat, even drinking some Dimetapp (didn’t work). I was hoping someone else had experienced this feeling. Maybe it’s just his semen…as it causes other strange problems… but that’s another thread
Welcome to the boards!
Have you tried eating caramels or milk duds before and after?
I know, sounds like a strange suggestion. However, if it’s something like his semen being too acidic for you, it may help to coat your throat before you do the deed.
Well, I’ve been lurking on this thread for almost a month, now, so I guess it’s time to 'fess up: I have never had a blowjob to climax. (There, I said it.)
My first gf and I had oral sex exactly once, about a year after we first became lovers. Even I, who’d never had a pair of lips on his tool before, could tell that she was tentative, and my thought at the time was that she’d never had a penis in her mouth. I never asked straight out if this was the case – lack of communication was the hallmark of that relationship. In that same session, I went down on her and loved it, the taste of her, the texture, the way she squirmed. She never offered again, and I never asked her to. On the other hand, I offered to eat her several times, and she always declined. I think she was afraid I would demand reciprocation but (that communication thing again) I never asked. We broke up about a year after that.
My second gf, later my wife, OTOH, had no qualms at all about taking me in. About half of our lovemaking sessions involved oral sex, but I never climaxed in her mouth. Typically she would get me good and wet (not to mention stiff), then depending on our positions, either straddle me or pull me into her to finish me off that way. It wasn’t a case of gag reflex; she would slide quite deep at times. Nor was it a case of not liking the taste; sometimes she would finish me off by hand just to watch the semen fly, then collect it to annoint her naught bits and lick it off her fingers. She just preferred to feel my climax throb in her pussy instead of her mouth. I didn’t mind
For my part, I loved to go down on her, and brought her to climax many times, both before and after despositing into her, but that was the way our relationship worked. She would cum easy and frequently had two or three climaxes (big and small) to my one.
If it had gotten to the point where I’d asked, “Honey, I’d like to cum in your mouth once, just to see what it feels like,” she would have gladly obliged, but she was taken from me suddenly before it got to that point.
DD
Well, when you decloak, you really decloak. That was a heck of a post, DD. Thanks for sharing it with us.
And, I’m sorry about your loss. Would you like to join me in a toast to loved ones lost?
Thank you barkeep; I’ll have a JD up. But it’s more like a toast to the ones we love. Call me weird but, in a way, I still feel married – I just haven’t seen her for a while. It may be because I subscribe to the “recycle” theory of religion, and I will meet with her again, here on Earth, to finish what we didn’t complete or learn this time around (“Honey, I’d like to cum . . .” ). The bond we shared went deeper than would seem possible in the all too short time I had with her.
(Raises glass) To the maidens.
DD
Ack DD… hug Love like that will stay in your heart forever. I hope you do get to meet her again somehow 
…and those who miss them! drains his glass, and smashes it in the fireplace
As luck or fate would have it, I happen to subscribe to a very similar set of beliefs. I just wish I found it as comforting as you do.
Golly, Db, we seem to have killed this thread. Sorry about that, and sorry to hear of your lack of comfort, too. Sometimes it is the only thing that has kept me going.
I knew my wife for a little over five years before she . . . hmmm, asked a direct question, lovers for not quite a year before we were married, then married for a little over five years before she died. We’ve all heard the phrase, “I’m married to my best friend” so many times it’s almost a cliche. In our case, it was the simple truth. We had strangers come up to us and comment on how much in love we must be.
In those eleven-odd years, six if you want to count only the time it really counted, we never, ever had a fight. My goal was to make her happy; her goal was to make me happy. You would think this would mean one or the other of us would be a doormat for the other, but we both seemed to realize instinctively what was important to the other and when to assert our own desires. Some couples never learn this, but for us it was as natural as breathing from early on, far easier than would seem possible in that short amount of time. My conclusion has been that we must have known each other before. That, even though I had no – and still have no – conscious memory of her outside this life, a bond that deep must be a continuation of something that had gone on before.
If that is so, then the bond will survive her time, and mine, upon this earth, and that day she died is simply a hiatus, not an ending to that story. Otherwise, what is the point?
Wow, this is really off-topic. Perhaps we should start a new thread. What to call it though?
DD
Lovely lovely lovely DesertDog - I love the way you see that…
Thanks for that
I think that Davebear really, really needs to go out and get a real blowjob!
Twelve pages and counting…
9 out of 10 times I will swallow. I think it’s far sexier than spitting, and I know it drives men wild.