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I’ll tell the story.
I had decided that I really wanted to learn how to give a good and completed blow job. I told my partner of my intentions and he was pleased with the idea, to say the least. We went out for dinner, I had a caesar salad.
Back home we hopped into the shower together. I thought this would be a good place to do the deed in case it didn’t work out. Kneeling down in front of him, I started, well, doing it. To be honest, I didn’t like it much but I was determined to persevere.
After a few minutes, he warned me that he was ready to finish. I braced myself for the impending flow.
The instant that warm, stinky, slimy goo touched the back of my throat, up came all of my dinner. The entire contents of my stomach came retching out. All over his very quickly shrinking member were large bits of caesar salad and croutons (but no bacon bits, I’m a vegetarian).
While he stood there with a look of shock and horror, I started to laugh. I laughed and laughed. He eventually saw the humor.
Anyway, that was my third and last try.
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Umm… I just have this one thing to add:
Bac-Os “bacon bits” are vegetarian-safe!
As for the rest, I’m kinda curious if your salad had dressing since… well… texture-wise and stuff… yeah.
Regarding the rest of the thread, I’ve kind of had the same experience as the other guys; every woman I’ve been with has insisted that they’re great at fellatio, but I’ve never really enjoyed it. They all also insist that my prior lackluster experiences in receiving fellatio have been because my partners haven’t known what they were doing, etc., and when I’ve tried to be more vocal about what did and didn’t feel good, I was at best ignored, and at worst told to hush… after all they knew what they were doing.
In the end, fellatio is a pleasant bit of foreplay, like getting a neck massage or something, but the insistence on dragging it out for half an hour and getting upset with me because I don’t orgasm from it makes me end up dreading it.