The Perfect Blowjob  

nevadaguy1955 61M
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10/20/2005 4:04 pm

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The Perfect Blowjob


The Perfect BJ
When you’ve been around as long as I have, you’ve probably seen a lot and experienced a fair bit. Consequently, I have an opinion on a subject that’s both dear to my heart (and other parts) and is sure to spark debate and comment.

What prompts this is thinking (recently) about some of the better blow jobs I’ve had. Hands down (or cocks up, I should say) the choice has to go to an episode I’ll now relate. Some will say that any sexual experience that you have to pay for is both dirty and demeaning to both parties, but I maintain that anyone (especially males) in Nevada who has never sought the comfort of professionals has missed out on a big part of the Nevada experience.
While in Reno a few years back and staying at a downtown hotel, I came back to my room rather late (I could have been gambling), was wide awake, and had some extra cash in my pocket. Ah…I said to myself, I should get a “massage” to help me sleep. I was able to contact one of the services, and was promised that a young co-ed would soon appear. As you might guess, she was neither young nor a co-ed, and the disappointments were not yet finished.

She must have been closer to 45 than 35 (this is not bad, just the truth) and she informed me that her pants would stay on. In for a penny in for a pound, I said, and after a modest fee was exchanged, she asked me to disrobe and recline on the bed. Thinking that a lotion hand job is not such a bad thing at that, I reclined and watched while she removed some of her clothes (yes, the panties and hose stayed on). Her breasts were nice sized but a bit slack, and her nipples were not at all erect (they never did respond much, no matter how much I stroked and tickled them). Of course, I was not allowed to suck on them.

But instead of grabbing the lotion and starting to stroke, I was more than amazed when she leaned down and put my half-erect cock into her mouth. All disappointment vanished at this point. When I let out a sigh of contentment and expressed my surprise, she removed my cock long enough to tell me that her best work was done orally. She told the truth.
She swirled her tongue around the top of my rapidly swelling cockhead, and would alternate this with sliding up and down on my shaft with her warm lips, while her other hand very softly rested on my ball sac. She did not deep-throat me (I am fairly big), but who cares, I say. As any man can tell you, the whole exercise is one of mixing just the right pressure with proper lubrication, location, and timing. Some blowjobs are too fast and firm, others are limp, but this was three bears’ territory. She had it just right! I wish I could say that her ministrations lasted for 10 or 15 minutes, but the truth is that after 2or 3 minutes, my cock was rock hard and straining straight up into the air. Her suction was nothing short of HEAVENLY, and the tongue flicking across the swollen purple head of my cock was something that simply could not be long resisted.
I’m certain that a pro like my “attendant” knew all the usual signs of approaching male crisis, but I could have surprised her as well as myself. Who knows, she may have wanted to sample the first sap from the tree, but my butt lifted so quickly off the bed, and the first spurt rose so speedily that she received half of it in her mouth. The second, third, and fourth salvoes followed in rapid succession, and she milked me firmly but with an expert’s gentle clasp as I fountained my release into the air. Some of the white elixir splattered her cheek and breasts, other droplets fell back on me, and the rest hit the sheets (oh what the maids must see!!). I let out a long, low moan, and she just smiled at what she’d accomplished. "You had a lot in you", she remarked, and I admitted that it had been several days since my fluids had been changed. I also wish I could say that she was so enamored of me that she wanted to remove her panties and climb on top of me (after sucking me back into shape, of course), but it wasn’t to be. And she had thoroughly milked me, I assure you. It would have taken considerable effort to "wood me" back up.
She merely dressed and quietly left, although she did allow me to kiss her on the cheek (of her face, not her butt) before doing so.
I can say that I slept like a baby. I did ask her for a card (which I, alas, subsequently lost), but I do not remember her name even after such a mind (and cock)-blowing event. What’s left, of course, is a very special memory. I can get a rise out of myself just by thinking about it, and I’ll always refer to this episode as THE blowjob (or at least until I get a better one).

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