On Kissing

Some people only kiss with lovers.

Some bi-sexual men will suck cock, but draw the line at kissing another guy.

Some guys think that slobbering over your lips and jamming their tongue into your mouth is a kiss.

Some guys keep their lips tight and never relax, so kissing them ends up feeling wooden or as if rigor motise has set in.

For me – sex without kissing is not sex at all. Even though with a lover – a simple kiss in the expression of my deepest feelings – with a stranger it can be the incredibly hot expression of the physical pleasure one man can share with another.

To this day I remember clearly the first time I kissed a man. I was in the front seat of my 1984 Honda Civic. We leaned over the emergency brake and stick shift and lighting struck. In that moment energy surged through me and I practically impaled myself on the stick shift. All the years of repression suddently burst through a damn and I finally felt another man’s lips on mine, another man’s arms on mine another mans skin rubbing against mine. The kiss was firm confident and yet as we trembled in that car in the cold the puzzle fell in place.

A good kiss is always about a moment. Its always about two people learning about each other through their lips. It is a dialogue of lips, tongue, heads tilting to find the sweet spot. Kissing is the ultimate communication. The best kissers I have know were listening with their lips. Even with eyes closed they were reading clues – acting and responding – the perfect improvisation.

A good kisser is usually a good lover as long as he never looses sight of the kiss. Never puts his pleasure above mine, and never lets me forget that. Every sexual act after the kiss requires the same spirit.