Ancient Sacred Art Form

That Ancient, Sacred Art Form. R. Dixon Smith on the Joys of Gay Fellatio. There’s nothing as awesome as a shapely, erect cock and the matchless arousal of a man when he brings to orgasm a like-minded lover.  Sharing one’s sexuality with another excited gay man delivers both a unique homoerotic charge and honest, mind-blowing sexual exhilaration.

What follows is one man’s journey to sexual fulfillment.  Although it concentrates on physical aspects of gay love, one must not forget the context—that leap of faith called love, which is often more elusive than finding sexual pleasure.  Homosexuality is, of course, only one small part of the human condition.  Love is one of the world’s constants, something over which no one has any control.  Men fall in love with women, women with men, men with men, women with women.  No established rules, no norms, no right or wrong.  It just happens.  With sincerity, trust, and commitment, heterosexual and same-sex love are both extraordinary journeys.  Recent Gallup studies reveal that 7.2% of Americans are gay, lesbian, or bisexual, twice what it was a decade ago, but this figure is steadily rising, especially among the young, for whom some 20% enjoy same-sex relationships; in just one decade, from 2012 to 2021, gay-lesbian-bisexual identification increased from 5.8% to 20.8% among the younger generation.  Additionally, at least 37% of American men have had homosexual experience.  These figures suggest that millions of men and women are discovering something very fulfilling.

It is an acknowledged fact that men give far better blow jobs than women.  Because a man understands his own cock, he knows how to pleasure his partner’s in ways that women cannot fathom.  Many women, moreover, do not enjoy performing fellatio, and many of those who give head do so only because their men—rather than they—enjoy it.  Many do not swallow his cum or even bring him off in their mouths.  For a homosexual, on the other hand, blow jobs are a way of life.  There are few things gay men desire more than mutual fellatio, the giving and receiving of oral sex, which guarantees consistently escalating phallic arousal. The awareness that one was put here to pleasure other men’s cocks, and the knowledge that he has given many men the best fellatio they have ever experienced is one of the supreme sources of gay arousal.  Why is this so?  For me the answer couldn’t be simpler.  I love what I do, and what I do happens to be what I do best.

I began to find cocks sexually arousing during adolescence.  Although I jerked a friend off when I was in high school, I hadn’t had any other sexual experience with a member of my own sex before I went off to university.  The first man I ever went down on was named Denny—was he ever well-endowed!—and I’ve never had a cock or swallowed cum more wonderful than his.  I remember thinking at the time, “I knew it was going to be breathtaking, but not this breathtaking!”  That was all it took; the matter was settled.  I had discovered my true sexual orientation, but I wasn’t yet ready to broadcast the elation I felt—fellatio was all too new to me. During the next decade I sucked a lot of cocks but described myself as bisexual, which I wasn’t and in fact knew I wasn’t.  Since all I wanted was gay love and gay sex, I eventually realized that I needed to be known as a gay man, and I soon learned that openly proclaiming my homosexuality brought me great satisfaction.  Fellatio, after all, is an ancient, sacred art form, one that I have mastered over many years of practice and experience, with my hands, fingers, lips, tongue, saliva, and scores of gorgeous erections.

Discovering that men give better blow jobs than women led me to the realization that I was sent into this world to perform fellatio and embrace the other delights of gay sex.  This is the most empowering discovery I’ve ever made.  Millions of men make this discovery, most don’t.  An important homoerotic bonus for me is occasionally blowing men who come unusually heavily.  I positively live for the next time my mouth is bursting with cum, and one of my fondest fantasies is having a boyfriend explode in my mouth with this much cum every single day.

When two men go down on each other with love and abandon on a regular basis, their phallic arousal becomes so intense that both are often able to come more forcefully than they have ever come before; an arousal this intense is seldom achieved in a heterosexual relationship.  One of my greatest joys is hearing my lover moan and cry out with pleasure as I edge him ever closer to orgasm.  The louder and longer he moans the more I stimulate his frenulum—the most sexually responsive part of his cock—with my tongue, flicking it lightly back and forth until the volcano erupts.  The delights a man experiences when his sexual partner is male are without equal—just as the pleasures a woman experiences when her sexual partner is female are similarly mind-blowing.  A bisexual lady-friend once told me that “when a man goes down on me I become aroused, but when my girlfriend does me I turn to soup!”

An English friend, whom I shall call Patricia, who lost her husband a few years earlier had formed a good regular sexual relationship with a man whom she knew to be bisexual.  She told me that he had a wonderful cock and brought the two of us together.  Malcolm and I had sex more or less frequently, but he wasn’t homosexual and Patricia knew that a homosexual bond was what I needed, so she regularly urged me to find suitable gay lovers.  I did, and I am thankful for her encouragement.  She also suggested that I masturbate as often as possible while looking at pictures of attractive gay men and their cocks.  Doing this almost every night during the time I sought homosexual partners was a tremendous incentive.  I soon formed friendships with numerous gay men who were as eager to give and receive regular oral sex as I was.

I lived in England for thirteen years and often attended monthly private gay parties in London, where I brought my boyfriend off—and he me—in the presence of other gay men.  On a later occasion, in Cambridge, Mark and I jerked each other off in a hot tub and very nearly did the same in a similarly crowded sauna.  What a turn-on!  I once gave another friend head in a London gay art gallery when we became excited by the explicit art of Roger Payne.  Giving a man a blow job in public pushes me right off the edge of the cliff. What else gets me off?  Stroking my lover’s shaft very slowly, each of us masturbating the other simultaneously, and coming all over my partner’s chest and giving him a chest massage using my cum as lubrication.  Occasionally but far too infrequently I have enjoyed gay threesomes, which can be wonderfully liberating, empowering, a whole lot of fun, and three times as much cum!  Another of my fondest fantasies has me in a gay threesome that develops into a legitimate three-way romance.  The best gay friend I’ve ever had is named Ray.  We first enjoyed mutual fellatio in the 1970s, the last time was in the 1990s—he spurted in my mouth so vigorously that his cum hit the roof of my mouth and then shot to the very back of my tongue and down my throat.  Although we never had an ongoing sexual relationship, we maintain a lasting bond of friendship.

I love giving blow jobs because they get me more excited than anything else.  Cum turns me on because of its sticky texture and luscious taste; studies, moreover, show that semen contains antidepressant properties, and regular consumption of cum may also relieve stress.  It does mine.  I’ve never felt as at peace with the world as when I’m enjoying a lover’s cum regularly.  In addition to the addictive homoerotic high, mutual fellatio at its best is often a slow, soothing, relaxing, reassuring ride, with prolonged edging to insure more intense orgasms.  I worship cocks because men coming together sexually are very special, and this drives me to distraction.  I suck but I also blow; blowing cool air onto an engorged cock gets your man very excited—he starts to tremble, I tremble, his cock trembles, spasms, and erupts.  Experiencing the rush of a man’s throbbing cock exploding in your mouth is as erotic as it gets—plenty of saliva, loads of cum, and the awareness that he knows how much you love pleasuring him.  Gay intimacy is a way of life that I fully endorse and recommend, for gay sex is all about celebrating, trusting, and giving.  Well-adjusted gay men know how to celebrate their sexuality, and millions upon millions of men do so worldwide.  It’s as simple as that.  I love to give, and in return I receive even more.

I am grateful that I am homosexual and proud to call myself a cocksucker—a very talented cocksucker.  Being gay isn’t a choice; if it were I’d have chosen it.  I simply knew that I was a man who’d had a passion for having sex with other men ever since I first discovered the euphoric high that cocks and cum gave me in my early twenties and realized that I wanted to be the most gifted cocksucker I could become.  In retrospect I wish I’d announced my homosexuality earlier.  Coming out can be difficult, but for me it was liberating and empowering, because being openly gay is in fact quite delightful.  It has made me a more loving human being.  Whenever I tell someone that I am gay, it still turns me on a bit to do so, because being homosexual and having gay sex is as honest, inspiring, and adventurous as it is addictive and intoxicating.