According to recent press reports, Americans are having oral sex at amazingly younger ages-- and with increasing nonchalance. (Note: Oral sex here refers exclusively to fellatio.) Oral sex precedes and often changes sexual intercourse because it's perceived to be noncommittal, quick and safe. For some kids it's a cool thing to do; for others it's an inexpensive excitement. Raised in a culture in which speed is valued, kids, not surprisingly, seek pleasure principle through oral sex (the lady by instantly pleasing the boy, the young boy by sitting back and delighting in the trip). A seemingly facile command over the sexual landscape of one's partner is achieved without the encumbrances of clothing, coitus and the rest of the untidy business. The blow job is, in essence, the new joystick of teen sexuality.
In other words, if we are to think today's sociologists and culture mavens, oral sex has actually become ordinary. But the increased banality of the blow task is difficult. When I was a teenager, in the bad-taste, disco-fangled '70s, fellatio was something you graduated into. Rooted in the great American sport of baseball, the sexual metaphors of my generation put fellatio somewhere after home, method off in the distant plains of the outfield. In reality, avoiding all the bases and going directly to fellatio was the sort of crowning achievement booked only for racy, borderline delinquents, who delighted in a host of licentious and prohibited activities that made them stars in the sky of teen recklessness.
The first blow job I ever offered (after systematically groping my method past all the bases) was an act of faith. After finally determining how to by hand handle my sweetheart's strange vestigial organ-- how to display, control and manage his swollen, tumescent pink love shaft-- I now had the challenging task of having to determine how to manage it orally. Lick? Suck? Use your hands? If only the how-to books that exist today existed back then.
" Put both hands into the L position around the base of the shaft," says "Sex Tips for Straight Women From a Gay Man." "Lick the whole idea and then utilize your tongue to lick up and down the sides. Covering your teeth with your lips, and keeping your mouth tight, move the head inside and lick the sensitive area underneath with both the tip and flat part of your tongue ... continue down the shaft as far as you can go in one fell swoop." And on it goes. It consists of suggestions on interests like dick whipping, hummers and tinglers, plus recommendations on how to breathe. (Men may fear the cavernous tunnel that results in the primitive soup of the womb, however women risk death by gagging.).
Plainly even the most rigorous bout of coitus fades in contrast with the intimacy of fellatio, a minimum of for the one offering it: nesting one's face in the moldy, doughy pelt of your partner's loins; bringing the full force of your tongue, lips, teeth (indeed, your entire face) to bear on the inflamed, supplicant shaft; coaxing the salty swell of seed-bearing spermatozoa blossoming from deep within the vulnerable, fuzz-laced scrotum; and, lastly, partaking in the ultimate exchange of physical fluids. (For what could be more carnal and, well, in your face than swallowing sperm?) All this is even more complex than the simple act of coitus, where the essential fits in the ignition and things more or less just take place. Fellatio is difficult labor, in every sense of the word.