It is progress measured in millimeters, or tenths of millimeters.
Sixteen months have passed since we made our first attempts. Although a few longish and several shortish breaks have delayed our progress, the times we are together feature heroic amounts of practice. Who would blame him for encouraging this with enthusiastic compliments on my progress as well as many heated words about his hope that the practice will continue?
I love the practice with extravagant enthusiasm. I love it enough that I often begin kneeling, move between his legs later, then finish off the night with very gentle kisses as he whimpers with extreme sensitivity.
If I had to quantify it (which seems silly to attempt, but I will), I think I could safely say that our mid-session suckeries are the most productive for me and the most exquisite for him. By then the body has warmed and stretched. The blood flows. The near-constant buzz in my most tender bits draws away the fear I feel about one too-deep thrust dislodging the contents of my stomach.
It is this persistent fear that’s kept progress moving at such a modest pace. The man is blessed — or cursed, depending on how you look at it — with a superabundance of length and much more than average girth. When we began so long ago he would wrap his fist around the bottom portion of his manhood; I could not reach my lips quite to his fingers over the excess extending above. Even with his hand acting as a stop, I’d gag when he hit the back of my throat. No matter how gently I went or how we positioned ourselves, he ran up against a fleshy wall that would not allow him to pass. If I stubbornly pushed against that wall I’d feel the imminent reappearance of dinner.
Recently though, something has changed. The back of my throat has opened such that I can feel him sliding past the place where the wall once was. It’s a completely different sensation there. I contract around him there as if I’m swallowing without meaning to.
He moans with appreciation of my efforts and the feeling, and I almost glow with the sense of achievement in nudging ever so slightly closer to the point where my lips would meet the base of his cock. I know then that if only we keep practicing as we have been, soon I’ll achieve my goal.
Only one problem. Once he slides past some certain point, he must push against a nerve in my soft pallate, as it gives me a sudden throbby headache. The second he pulls back the pain receeds, only to return when he moves deeply in again.
How do I keep up this gradual progress when my head is threatening to explode? Will it pass? Can I some day deepthroat this man without upchucking or needing an aspirin?
Dude.
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*listening to crickets chirping*
Wow. It would seem quite likely that all of your efforts will soon have you overcoming the gag reflex, and taking him as deep as you like (he, um, sounds…. lovely). I’ve never heard of the headache reaction, though. Hmmm. I wonder if you take the aspirin in advance, whether that will make a difference. Or have a glass of wine, first, to relax whatever it is that is reacting to the pressure.
Interesting problem.
This had a very literary feel to it, as if I could’ve picked up my favorite erotica collection to read it.
He sounds lovely indeed, and I’m completely envious of your practice sessions.
I would just die if you were talking about my old boyfriend. In the young days of immaturity his friends called him horsedick and I agreed totally.
Study sword swallowing, it’s the same deal don’t you think?
I’m almost embarassed to suggest this, as I’m sure you’ve thought of it already, but does he hit that nerve in the 69 position? I had great luck in attempting to deepthroat like this… it also helped for me to start with him soft and have him get hard in my mouth/throat… somehow that desensitized my gag relfex. Your sinuses are right around that area… have you had problems with them before? Good luck!
I find that if I’m able to control the tempo of the thrusting, so that I can relax a bit between the thrusts, that I’m able to control the gag reflex a bit more. That being said, the other morning my lover tried the throat impaling thing on me after two cups of coffee. It could easily have been a disaster.
In my case, what I find odd is that my sinuses congest and my nose runs like crazy when I’m doing this particular deed. Happens every single time and it feels exactly like a full blown allergic reaction of some sort. I wonder if he’s hitting some “runny nose” nerve way down my esophagus?
Ever have this happen?
Cautionary reading for those men who wish for a foot-long cock.
…All I can say is this is one LUCKY MUTHA…..
As an enthusiastic cocksucker who thoroughly enjoys the exhilarating sensation of a stuffed throat, I can relate to your pride in approaching your goal. I never experienced the headache thing though.
Had to find something to share with you:
This entry:
http://prettydumbthings.typepad.com/chelseagirl/2008/07/deep-throating.html
Which currently tops this list of entries on oral:
http://prettydumbthings.typepad.com/chelseagirl/slurp/index.html
Has links to entries with some very specific deep throating tips. Stuff that I would certainly try if taking a man deep in my throat was my goal :)
Try rinsing your mouth and and throat with Scope, or suck on a few Altoids before deep throating. The menthol may cause a slight numbing sensation in your throat, allowing you the ability to take him in further. It won’t be numb enough to eliminate all sensation, but will make things slightly more “swallowable.” The nerve thing, however, may be just that – nerve endings. It is probably the same nerves that men compress when they clench hard during an intense orgasm that gives them a massive headache a few minutes after.
You know, I had read this pretty soon after you posted it (I had already checked, but decided to check one more time before getting off to see if there was something new). I feel odd leaving comments, as I don’t always have something supportive or witty or bright to say. Sorry, I will try to comment more in the future. :)