Mrs. Lion wrote about teasing me on Monday night (“An Edged Lion is a Happy Lion“). She’s worked out her handjob technique and can now masturbate me to orgasm if she wants. Or, as is usually the case, bring me to the edge and let me teeter. For the last year, almost all of my sex has been oral. Yes, I love it.
An orgasm is an orgasm, you might think. Most guys will agree an oral orgasm feels better. It does for me. I’m not sure if it’s the actual orgasm or something else that makes me like it better. From a strictly physical point of view, an oral orgasm is produced with slower motion. Most people can’t bob up and down on a cock as fast as they can jerk it off. A second factor is that the mouth gently encircles the penis. There is contact all around.
When Mrs. Lion is between my legs, her tongue contacts my most sensitive area on the underside of my penis. Her head motion is fairly constant. Even if she lets me come, the relatively slow head motion is almost like being edged. It is very exciting. Even vaginal sex doesn’t offer that advantage. Movement tends to get faster the closer I get to orgasm.
I think there is another factor that works in favor of a handjob. Oral or vaginal sex requires intimate contact with my partner. My penis is inside her mouth or vagina. When I ejaculate, it is inside her. Even if you exclude her orgasm, she is still very involved. A handjob is much less personal. Very little contact is involved on the woman’s part. All she has to do is wrap her hand around my penis and move it up and down. When I ejaculate, she can wipe it off if some get on her hand.
On the other hand, I am intensely involved. I’m consumed as the arousal builds. I’m every bit as excited when I ejaculate as I am when we are both intimate. The investment and reaction are all mine. This is why in the BDSM world, masturbating a man as part of the scene is effective, particularly at a party.
Being naked and spanked or having clothespins on my balls is a little embarrassing with an audience watching. Being jerked off is far more humiliating. Sexual humiliation is magnified when the humiliated person reveals something private, and the partner or audience isn’t vulnerable at all.
A handjob certainly counts as an activity of this kind. Mrs. Lion can be fully dressed and jerk me off. The contrast is obvious. She could go shopping, and I am naked and erect. She can treat masturbating me like a reward, a sexual doggy biscuit. I’m not saying that she thinks this way. I’m saying that I do. It’s one of the best parts of a handjob. No, I don’t like it better than oral or vaginal sex. I prefer them. The sexual humiliation factor does make the mechanical nature of a handjob more fun for me.
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I think of it just that way myself! I don’t even think of a handjob as a sex act from my point of view. It’s amusing, like pulling a puppy’s tail (not that I would advocate pulling puppies’ tails, it’s more a turn of phrase. But if boys had tails, I would pull those!). I am certainly aware of his embarrassment, especially when done in company or when I let another woman do it (lesbians seem to enjoy doing it just as much, which further confirms it’s not much of a sex act to us). I mean, it is objectively funny, him getting so hard, the tip getting all bulgy and purply, the way he jiggles his hips as he gets closer, the little moans, and the spurty is the most fun of all, only slightly more fun than the crying when you stop before it happens and make him put it away.
Yeah, that’s it! There is a lot of power in making a guy (me) react that way when you’re fully dressed and laughing. It feels too good to turn down. Don’t pull my tail!