The truth about blowjob

Okay, I have to admit it. The blowjob I gave at the sauna bored me.

'I just hope that when you do eventually have sex, it meets your expecations,' I recall Desdemona telling me before my sexual spell was in full gear. I'd hate to think she was right.

The thing is, after you've sucked the cock for a while, I always get bored. What else could I possibly do to this meat (apart from ride it of coruse) that would give us both pleasure, I wondered.

Usually, I find my mouth is always too dry: and gobbing over someone else's prize possession is really not my thing. Then again, the blowjobs in porn always look completey fantastic. Also, in my defence, I should say the room we were in was very very small and I was, of course, cautious about missing the last tube home. This coupled with our acrobatic positions up against the bench didn't really help the mood.

So to wanking. The man at the sauna clearly had a foreskin complex. I like to wank people off quickly and whole heartedly. His oversensitive foreskin didn't help matters in this respect. Apart from his constant reminders that i shoudn't 'pull it too hard', I lost interest with the fear that it might just come off in my hand.

I've come across quite a few men who don't like to be tugged too hard. How else am I meant to grant pleasure? Soft wanks are pointless surely, aren't they?

With blowjobs, the wetter the better they say. Mental note: carry lube.

The next time I'm in the position where I have someone's pulsating cock in my hands, I think I'll put my skills-learnt-from-copious-amounts-of-pornography into practice.

There must be more to cock than this, surely?