The History of Fellatio and also Foreplay
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According to current press reports, Americans are having foreplay at alarmingly younger ages-- and with increasing nonchalance. (Note: Oral sex here refers exclusively to fellatio.) Oral sex precedes and frequently changes sexual relations because it's perceived to be noncommittal, fast and safe. For some kids it's a cool thing to do; for others it's a cheap excitement. Raised in a culture in which speed is valued, kids, not remarkably, look for instant gratification through oral sex (the woman by quickly pleasing the boy, the kid by sitting back and enjoying the ride). A seemingly facile command over the sexual landscape of one's partner is achieved without the encumbrances of clothes, coitus and the rest of the unpleasant organisation. The blow job is, in essence, the new joystick of teen sexuality.
Simply put, if we are to believe today's sociologists and culture mavens, foreplay has become ordinary. But the increased banality of the blow job is bewildering. When I was a teenager, in the bad-taste, disco-fangled '70s, fellatio was something you graduated into. Rooted in the fantastic American sport of baseball, the sexual metaphors of my generation put fellatio someplace after home base, method off in the far-off plains of the outfield. In truth, avoiding all the bases and going directly to fellatio was the sort of home run booked only for racy, borderline delinquents, who delighted in a host of licentious and forbidden activities that made them stars in the heavens of teenager recklessness.
The first blow job I ever provided (after methodically searching my way past all the bases) was an act of faith. After lastly finding out how to manually manage my boyfriend's weird vestigial organ-- how to display, manipulate and handle his swollen, tumescent pink love shaft-- I now had the overwhelming job of having to determine how to handle it orally. Lick? Draw? Use your hands? If just the how-to books that exist today existed at that time.
" Put both hands into the L position around the base of the shaft," states "Sex Tips for Straight Women From a Gay Man." "Lick the whole suggestion and after that use 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 spot 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 includes tips on interests like cock whipping, hummers and tinglers, plus advice on how to breathe. (Men might fear the spacious tunnel that causes the primordial soup of the womb, but women risk death by gagging.).
Clearly even the most strenuous bout of coitus fades in comparison with the intimacy of fellatio, a minimum of for the one providing it: nesting one's face in the musty, doughy pelt of your partner's loins; bringing the full blast of your tongue, lips, teeth (undoubtedly, your entire face) to bear on the inflamed, supplicant shaft; coaxing the salted swell of seed-bearing spermatozoa blossoming from deep within the susceptible, fuzz-laced scrotum; and, finally, 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 even more complicated than the basic act of coitus, where the key fits in the ignition and things basically simply take place. Fellatio is difficult labor, in every sense of the word.
According to current press reports, Americans are having foreplay at alarmingly younger ages-- and with increasing nonchalance. (Note: Oral sex here refers exclusively to fellatio.) Oral sex precedes and frequently changes sexual relations because it's perceived to be noncommittal, fast and safe. For some kids it's a cool thing to do; for others it's a cheap excitement. Raised in a culture in which speed is valued, kids, not remarkably, look for instant gratification through oral sex (the woman by quickly pleasing the boy, the kid by sitting back and enjoying the ride). A seemingly facile command over the sexual landscape of one's partner is achieved without the encumbrances of clothes, coitus and the rest of the unpleasant organisation. The blow job is, in essence, the new joystick of teen sexuality.
Simply put, if we are to believe today's sociologists and culture mavens, foreplay has become ordinary. But the increased banality of the blow job is bewildering. When I was a teenager, in the bad-taste, disco-fangled '70s, fellatio was something you graduated into. Rooted in the fantastic American sport of baseball, the sexual metaphors of my generation put fellatio someplace after home base, method off in the far-off plains of the outfield. In truth, avoiding all the bases and going directly to fellatio was the sort of home run booked only for racy, borderline delinquents, who delighted in a host of licentious and forbidden activities that made them stars in the heavens of teenager recklessness.
The first blow job I ever provided (after methodically searching my way past all the bases) was an act of faith. After lastly finding out how to manually manage my boyfriend's weird vestigial organ-- how to display, manipulate and handle his swollen, tumescent pink love shaft-- I now had the overwhelming job of having to determine how to handle it orally. Lick? Draw? Use your hands? If just the how-to books that exist today existed at that time.
" Put both hands into the L position around the base of the shaft," states "Sex Tips for Straight Women From a Gay Man." "Lick the whole suggestion and after that use 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 spot 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 includes tips on interests like cock whipping, hummers and tinglers, plus advice on how to breathe. (Men might fear the spacious tunnel that causes the primordial soup of the womb, but women risk death by gagging.).
Clearly even the most strenuous bout of coitus fades in comparison with the intimacy of fellatio, a minimum of for the one providing it: nesting one's face in the musty, doughy pelt of your partner's loins; bringing the full blast of your tongue, lips, teeth (undoubtedly, your entire face) to bear on the inflamed, supplicant shaft; coaxing the salted swell of seed-bearing spermatozoa blossoming from deep within the susceptible, fuzz-laced scrotum; and, finally, 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 even more complicated than the basic act of coitus, where the key fits in the ignition and things basically simply take place. Fellatio is difficult labor, in every sense of the word.
