Alright fuck, this ain’t gonna be some polished sex-ed lecture. Real talk time. Me and my partner, Sarah, we’ve been together a minute, comfortable with the usual stuff. But this whole deep throat thing… kinda gnawed at me. Seen shit online, heard some guys hype it up, but actually bringing it up? That scared me more than trying it.
The Awkward Shuffle Before Even Opening My Mouth
Spent days just thinking about it. Watched her watching TV, trying to picture how the hell to even say “Hey babe, wanna try taking my whole cock down your throat?” without sounding like a total dick. Finally, one night after a couple of beers (liquid courage, always), just blurted it out during some post-cozy time cuddling.
“Yo, Sarah… I got this kinda weird thought recently. Been thinking about, uh… like, trying that whole deepthroat thing?” My face felt hot as hell. Silence hung heavy for a sec. Then she just laughed, kinda nervous. “Jesus, you just come out with it! That’s… intense. What made you think about that?” We started talking proper. I tried not to sound like it was some demand, kept stressing “Only if you’re actually down, no pressure at fucking all.”
- No Sugarcoating: Told her I’d heard it feels amazing but I also knew it looked rough as hell. “Looks kinda gaggy and wet, honestly. Like messy work.”
- The Safety Net: Made damn sure she knew “Hand signal, any time, tap out immediately. No ego here, zero pressure to push it.”
- Her Turn: Asked her straight up what worried her about it. Gag reflex? Feeling suffocated? Worried I’d choke her out? Let her get those fears out.
First Attempt: Clown Show Territory
Few nights later, she was going down on me normally. Atmosphere felt… open, maybe. I whispered “Wanna try the deep bit? Just see how it feels?”
She gave a little nod. Started working lower. Hit a point and BAM. Gagged hard. Like, full-body jerk gag. Pulled off coughing, eyes watering. “Holy shit!” she gasped between coughs, kinda laughing but sounding shook. “That fuckin’ triggered something primal! Felt like my throat just seized up!”
We stopped completely. Passed her water, rubbed her back. Laughed about the pure ridiculousness of it. Zero expectations met, just survival mode. Honestly? Kinda freaked me out seeing her react like that. Felt responsible for putting her through that jolt.
Back to the Drawing Board (And Communication)
Next day, we talked about the wreckage. “That gag was insane,” she said. “Scared the hell out of me for a second. Thought I was gonna puke.”
- Slower Pace: Agreed next time (if there was one), she needed WAY more control. Her setting the depth and pace.
- Angle Matters: Researched minimal shit together (mostly her finding tips, bless her). Found advice about the head position – chin up, straight throat line. Like looking forward, not down at your feet.
- The “Breathe Through The Nose” Tip: Sounds obvious, but she focused hard on that during the next go.
Attempt Two: Less Disaster, More Work
Tried again weeks later. Way different vibe. Her in charge, using her hand base. Slow, deliberate movements downward.
Still gags – less violent, more predictable spasms. Still wet and messy. Still needed breaks. But she managed to get deeper than before, held it maybe 2 seconds? Pulled off, breathed deep. “Okay… that wasn’t as bad as last time. Still super intense, feels foreign.”
Asked her after how it felt for her. “Weirdest job,” she joked. “Like concentrating super hard on not choking while doing something kinda uncomfortable but also… primal? Not sure I like it like regular blowjobs yet, but it’s not torture now.”
Where We’re At Now? Still Figuring It Out
It ain’t some smooth magic trick we cracked. Here’s the raw truth:
- Not A Go-To Move: Takes too much prep, focus, and recovery for her. Not a casual thing.
- Communication Continues: Still checking in mid-way and after. “Too much?” “What was that part like?”
- My Role: Shut the hell up, stay still, appreciate the damn effort. The second I feel her stop breathing well or tense up too hard, stop her. It’s on me to watch for those signals.
- Mixed Reactions: Honestly? For me, the feeling is wild deep pressure, different kind of tight. Amazing? Sometimes. Other times, distracted seeing her work so hard at it. Kinda kills the vibe for me.
Bottom Line? Talking about it openly, stripping away any weird expectations, and letting her lead… that was the only fucking way it could even get off the ground without becoming a relationship problem. It’s messy, awkward work. Sometimes it adds something, sometimes it feels like a chore. We talk, we try (or don’t try), we see. No magic bullet, just figuring out our own weird shit together.
