It’s funny; I don’t really know why, but almost every time I hooked up with a girl, she ended up sucking the Kosher Dog.
That’s not all. After a conversation with my friends, I also realised that I had an unusually high swallow rate (about 70% of my loads got swallowed by these fine ladies).
The flip side? I wasn’t getting laid too much.
It was pretty much like this: I would meet a girl, we’d kiss on the first night, pleasure each other orally the second night, then fuck on the third night if it ever existed. I was fine with that arrangement; I love getting blowed.
This bj bonanza happened when I was 20. Then, I got into a relationship; a long relationship.
Now I’m 25 and there aren’t many fellatios going on. What happened?
This is my theory:
As people get older, it’s easier to get laid. It’s binary: after kissing a girl we either fuck or I leave. There’s no in-between.
That can be good and bad at the same time. It’s good, because we’re less patient and we cut to the chase. We make out for a few minutes, then we’re naked, then we’re fucking. Great.
It’s bad because you miss all the magic in between.
What happened to those late nights where you would finger the shit out of a girl until it was 4:00am and you’d have to go home, driving around with blue balls, skipping red lights to get home and jerk off before going to bed?
What happened to the sweaty blow job that happened under the blanket, when you were “watching” a bad movie while your parents were taking a nap next door?
What happened to the thrill in your guts when you where about to come and you had to tell the girl, so she could swallow it or else she’d get really pissed off?
I still remember handshaking my father-in-law after fingering his daughter. What a feeling…
These innocent moments don’t happen when you’re 25. I still prefer sex over a blow job, but I kinda miss them…
The conclusion
As you grow older, you get more sex, but less blow jobs.
We have little time to waste. This binary state leaves out the beautiful world of horny teenager shit. I guess I’m not a teenager any more.
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