According to current press reports, Americans are having oral sex at alarmingly more youthful ages-- and with increasing nonchalance. (Note: Oral sex here refers exclusively to fellatio.) Oral sex precedes and frequently changes sexual relations due to the fact that it's perceived to be noncommittal, fast and safe. For some kids it's a cool thing to do; for others it's an inexpensive adventure. Raised in a culture in which speed is valued, kids, not remarkably, seek instant gratification through oral sex (the girl by instantly pleasing the young boy, the young boy by relaxing and taking pleasure in the flight). An apparently facile command over the sexual landscape of one's partner is achieved without the encumbrances of clothing, coitus and the rest of the untidy company. The blow task is, in essence, the brand-new joystick of teen sexuality.
Simply put, if we are to think today's sociologists and culture mavens, oral sex has become ordinary. But the increased banality of the blow task is bewildering. When I was a teenager, in the bad-taste, disco-fangled '70s, fellatio was something you graduated into. Rooted in the terrific American sport of baseball, the sexual metaphors of my generation put fellatio somewhere after home base, way off in the remote plains of the outfield. In reality, skipping all the bases and going directly to fellatio was the sort of home run scheduled just for racy, borderline delinquents, who took pleasure in a host of licentious and prohibited activities that made them stars in the sky of teen recklessness.
The very first blow task I ever provided (after methodically searching my way past all the bases) was an act of faith. After finally finding out how to manually manage my boyfriend's unusual vestigial organ-- how to brandish, control and handle his swollen, tumescent pink love shaft-- I now had the difficult task of having to find out how to handle it orally. Lick? Suck? Use your hands? If just 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 pointer and after that utilize your tongue to lick up and down the sides. Covering your teeth with your lips, and keeping your mouth taut, slide the head inside and lick the sensitive area below with both the idea and flat part of your tongue ... continue down the shaft as far as you can enter one fell swoop." And on it goes. It consists of ideas on curiosities like penis whipping, hummers and tinglers, plus advice on how to breathe. (Men may fear the cavernous tunnel that leads to the primordial soup of the womb, but ladies risk death by gagging.).
Plainly even the most strenuous bout of coitus pales in contrast with the intimacy of fellatio, at least for the one offering it: nesting one's face in the musty, doughy pelt of your partner's loins; bringing the full force of your tongue, lips, teeth (undoubtedly, your entire face) to bear upon the swollen, supplicant shaft; coaxing the salty swell of seed-bearing spermatozoa burgeoning from deep within the vulnerable, fuzz-laced scrotum; and, lastly, partaking in the ultimate exchange of bodily fluids. (For what could be more carnal and, well, in your face than swallowing sperm?) All this is much more intricate than the simple act of coitus, where the essential fits in the ignition and things more or less just occur. Fellatio is hard labor, in every sense of the word.