How Brushing My Teeth Improved My Blowjob Technique

People ask all the time, “How do you give a good blow job?” and “How do you avoid gagging?” I tell you that I learned from unusual sources. I’m not an oral sex expert, but I learned mostly by brushing my teeth.

I had a furry companion who used to give so many instructions on how he wanted it done that I felt like I was in school or the military. After what I thought was less than mediocre fellatio, I would always go to the bathroom to brush my teeth to get his little hairs and him out of my mouth. I brushed and brushed and brushed. Not so much for oral hygiene, although I did want to get it out of my mouth, but partly because I could practice my gag reflex while brushing my tongue. Either I practiced in private or I practiced with too many guys who wouldn’t appreciate my efforts. So, armed with my toothbrush and my ego, I’d take my toothbrush and brush the back of my tongue so far back I almost threw up. I did it so much that I was eventually able to hit the little thing in the back of my throat without gagging.

Next, I would wet my mouth to wet my lips and all of my mouth. Yeah, it’s sexy the way the water drips. Then she would stretch her lips and open her mouth as wide as she could as she tried to look sexy. Don’t waste time, there’s nothing sexy about that look.

Then came the part that my dentist could appreciate. I brushed my teeth. You know how some people avoid foaming at the mouth because it looks disgusting? Well, that wasn’t me. The more foamy, the better. That’s when I practiced my “sips.” He would spat the frothy saliva into the sink, then slurp it again. Yes, it was that simple.

After all that diligent oral hygiene, I was ready for the next time. When he arrived the next time, he was nervous because he had a dry mouth. So I popped an oddly strong mint in my mouth and headed for town. I forgot to spit out the mint. WOW! As soon as my mouth landed on her head, I knew I had it! She moaned in what could only be ecstasy and I watched as her toes curled, her hips thrust hard, her groaning moans of passion urging me on. My ego had skyrocketed and I remembered the advice I received from my dear gay friends. Boldly I put both hands on it and they began to stroke it as if I were twisting and churning butter. My hands had a mind of their own. It was like they were working independently, but together with my mouth. Again my dear ego jumps up and wants to show off. I lick my cheeks to fill my mouth with saliva, cup my hands and fill them with all the moisture my mouth can produce and spit, not that delicate drip either, I mean really spit all that moisture all over him so I can stroke his head. and the axis without problems. It was then that I would confidently, with the expertise of a professional, delight and entertain him by lifting his penis ever so gently and inhaling his balls into my mouth. Captivating him with my new blowjob skills. Caressing his nuts in my mouth like delicate quail eggs as he moaned, he slurped and hummed to my own beat.

Did I look at him like they did in porn movies? Well, before you’re armed with this powerful oral awareness – No… I mean, what would you look for in him? But now? Hell yeah. I look up, not really looking to see “if” I’m doing a good job or “if” he’s enjoying my performance. I look up at him and let my eyes tell him, yes, I know I’m amazing.

I guess you’re wondering what happens when it ends. I swallow? The answer depends on my mood. Sometimes I like to see my handwork and let me shoot it wherever (I think it’s great for skin too) and rub or play with it. Other times, I drink. The trick to that is to first see it in your mouth. Your mouth will naturally water the longer you keep it in your mouth, making it easier to swallow. After you have downloaded everything, open it wide and it shows “Everything is gone”.