The Deep Throat Dairies Sex Guides and Tips
by Chris

Practice

Nearly everyday I practiced vigorously, as life and schedules would allow; sex elicits a virtually unmatched devotion in me. I would sprawl out on my couch each day, with my neck elongated in a straight line and my body comfortably positioned. Then I would lube up my fake penis with the System Jo H20 flavored lube, and practice my deep throat.

I quickly realized I had been too ambitious in the purchase of my practice implement. It was perhaps physically impossible to believe even half of this dildo would make it past my lips. However, as I continued to practice, I was happy about purchasing one so large. It became more comfortable to have so much outside of my mouth; to hold on to and maneuver.

The first time I slid the thick, black dildo into my mouth, it filled my entire oral cavity and I gagged immediately. The head had barely made it in. It was a different texture and a bit longer than I was used to. But my mouth quickly adapted.

At first, my tongue felt awkward; it could not seem to find a comfortable position against the fake penis. But the more I practiced, the more it seemed to find a natural place, dissolving this issue from my attention.

I started just pushing at my gag reflex. I slowly slid the dildo back until my throat reacted. Then I pulled it back out and relaxed. When I had recovered, I slid the dildo back again a little further. In my second practice session, I could already move the dildo much further before awakening my gag.

For several sessions, I just pushed the dildo back, without movement. I merely tested my gag reflex and began to learn how to desensitize it. Eventually, I reached the back of my throat, where it began to turn down into my esophagus. Here I discovered the dildo had roughly the same radius as my throat, if not slightly more. I could only go deeper if I was willing to forcefully shove it back hard. Needless to say, I was not willing to inflict that kind of injury on myself in the name of oral pleasure, and my gag reflex would not allow even the thought of doing so.

Gradually, I brought movement into my practice sessions. First, it was just sliding the dildo to the back of my throat then back out of my lips. I′d take a breath and then another insertion in and out. Then I started to match the breathing to the movement: inhale, push dildo in; exhale, pull dildo back; inhale, push in; exhale, pull back. I tried to train my body to make the synchronization mindless.

And can I just say, LUBE HELPS! Whether it′s plastic or real skin, lube makes the whole process easier. It allows your lips to slip along the penis rather than causing friction. It places less of a burden on your mouth and allows you to focus on what you are doing.

I discovered my gag reflex came in ascending waves. I would push the dildo back and get a tickle. The next time, my throat would flex. The time after that, my throat would close and my stomach would get involved. It seems once I agitated the gag reflex, even slightly, I could not continue to assault it. I found if I took a break, went shallower, and let myself recover, I could then return to deep throat without the gag advancing.

At this point, my progress seemed to plateau. Throughout my practice, I had been keeping track. I made small cuts in the underside of the dildo indicating how far my lips were making it down the shaft; much like a parent marks a child′s growth on a wall. I physically could not push the dildo farther into my throat due to the sizing. There was still that deep spot in the back of my throat where, if touched, I still gagged pretty violently. I had forced my gag reflex to retreat farther back, but it remained strong.

The gag reflex exists for a reason, for survival. I never imagined it would vanish entirely. My only goal was to desensitize it a bit, pretty much only enough to allow me to deep throat during oral sex. While I can gauge my practice in the lines on my fake penis, the true test will come when I try it on my partner′s.

Every time I practiced, I fantasized about giving him head. The dildo was only a teasing reminder of his penis in my mouth. That correlation in my mind was potentially the only reason I could so adamantly commit to nightly sucking sessions with a plastic penis. I definitely would not want anyone to see me lying across my couch, plugged into my mp3 player, bobbing on a big black dildo.

All of this was merely preparation and in waiting for another attempt with him. That will be the true test.