Adult content. Please enjoy, and please be guided accordingly.
First Ferris wheel ride. First kiss. First b***job.
I can not remember any of these clearly, but I remember a particular fellatio I performed that made me acknowledge a medical condition I have: asthma.
Around a decade ago, I was giving head to a guy with an average dick but with a particularly rock hard tumescence any gay man would want to sink his teeth into (a hard man is good to find).
Such size was not in any way challenging to me, but I noticed coming up for air and gasping for breath. I paused and observed my breathing. I had been feeling uncomfortable days before then, but that was the only time I took a pause to really assess myself. Auscultation revealed wheezes. I was already in my 40s then.
My professor in pediatric pulmonology told the class that he developed asthma when he was already a lung specialist. Aging really gives us unwelcome gifts sometimes.
Oh well, you know what they say: All great beauties must sacrifice. My tongue and fingers and years of experience still rule, but I have to limit their power to make a man forget his name.
I miss giving head, and getting one. I miss Big Bert and Little John and volting in. Oh I wish for this pandemic to be over soon.
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originally published on my Facebook wall in September 2022
