Oral FAIL

Allow me to go on the record here: Blowjobs have two purposes and only two.

1. To get me hard before I fuck.

2. To clean me up after I fuck.

Lately, as I lurk for ass to fuck, I've been overwhelmed by jerkwads who want to blow me to a load. They each tell me how much someone enjoyed their mouths. Some offer a skull fuck in a variety of positions. As I sit now and think back to the collection of blowjobs I've received, I can think of only three people who provided stimulating service for which I would return to them for oral only.

Just so you know, two of the three did get thoroughly fucked anyway.

Skull fucks are an interesting phenomenon for which I have no use. The bottoms who offer them are usually incapable to keep their teeth out of the way for the duration and, besides, I prefer a blowjob for which I lean back and let the bottom do the work.

One of my current go-to bottoms that I use on occasion has among the most talented oral techniques. While deep-throating my cock, he uses his tongue along my base and he oscillates his throat muscles at my head while adding a little vibration. His skill can always set me into heaven, although his ass far exceeds his oral capabilities. I've fucked him in a variety of positions and always found his ass far superior.

 

Another gentleman from my past was, shall I say, on the more beefy side but not particularly fat or ugly. At my beck and call nightly, if I ever failed to get ass or just felt a little horny, I could text him. His arrival was always within 15 minutes, letting himself in. I usually had the porn playing but kept my hands free for poppers while he worked me to an explosive moment. He'd leave immediately. We never spoke except via text and e-mail. His work spoke volumes. His light touch and willingness to suck whenever and under whatever circumstances always worked for me.

My final subject proved to have a particular talent unmatched by any. First, his ass -- pristine and ready -- could be used for hours and I'd deposit my baby juice right into him. Lean back and relax after a bit and he would go for the clean-up. But with the most subtle, delicate touch of lips, tongue, and throat with no teeth, he'd assure I popped up to full mast and would, inevitably earn another load from my balls. This occurred in my 40s and few, if any, could achieve this with me even in my 20s (especially since my cock seemed extraordinarily sensitive in post ejaculation).

You must understand I've had thousands of blowjobs from thousands of me. Even the most talented at a gloryhole struggles to get me to the final crescendo. Most can't.