Helen Gurley Brown again

As I wrote the other day Helen Gurley Brown described in one of her books how to give a good blow job.  That set me to thinking, to reminiscing. In my youth I don't think that young ladies, girls, or women, take your favorite appellation, for the most part were given to performing fellatio--to be polite about it--on their gentlemen friends.  Certainly not in Iowa City, certainly not the girls of Iowa City Public High School.  I would have heard of it somehow.  After all it was I who was consecrated as the great blow job artist, and although they probably joked about it enough in their locker rooms, the town jocks who were eager for my ministrations did not address the matter publicly, and certainly not to their girl friends.  Or so I have always imagined.  I remember once double dating with a local stud whose girl friend was best friends with my date for the evening, hardly a "girl friend."  We had deposited my date at her home and now sitting out front of the other girl's house, I sat in the car watching the guy plaster himself against his date up by the front door, grinding into her really, in a decorous Eisenhower era way, although I guess this was back when Truman was president.  In any case, eventually he tore himself away, jumped into the car, and we sped off.  Moments later as we were passing the city park, he shouted: "Turn in here," and within minutes he was unzipping his pants and urgently breathlessly saying. "You gotta help me out!"  He was a star athlete, a senior, I scarcely knew him, but there he was, a glittering prize, all for me.  Helen Gurley Brown's advice to her female readership in this matter comes from her consummate desire to furnish women with every device conceivable to make males accessible, especially for good sex, a far more important objective than the traditional Kinder, Kirche, und Küche that was still being peddled at the time.  I of course have a different take on this, being a gay male, for whom the experience engenders the highest sexual excitement; I wasn't doing it "to help some guy out," or to make myself more attractive.  Since I am a male I can participate sympathetically in every nuance of the heightening sensual arousal.  Because I am attracted to the males I can appreciate their strength, their largeness, their normal every day macho dominance, their total masculine command, and thus can also derive the maximum pseudo sexual sadistic pleasure in experiencing their physical surrender in an orgasm of which I was the impresario. My high school years were great fun, oh, for the obvious reasons, for instance, like I was a great dancer and all the girls wanted me for a partner--the boys as a rule, were so shy and clumsy--, but no one can ever take away the memory of those guys from my high school with me in the back seat of a car, one on one, a real relationships of a very special sort.  I wish I could have had a discussion with Helen Gurley Brown about it all, because I am sure she would have got a kick out of it.