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Shortly before junior high, I had gathered that a "blow job" involved penis-sucking, but I also believed that it was actually a JOB, and that people did this for a living (turns out I was right, but not in the way I thought!). I even went so far as to tell other students that one of our teahcers "had a blow job at night"...man did I get some weird looks...
When I was around 5 I heard the term "blow job". I quickly asked my father what that was. He responded "It's when a woman blow dries her hair"
A year or so later, we're getting ready to leave for mass. Dad asks me what was keeping mom. My response was "she's in the bathroom giving a blow job". He then asked me where I learned that phrase from lol
When I was a wee one in grade school, I thought a blow job was when someone would blow into another person's ear. So did all of my friends. So one night when my parents were going to take us to the movies and let us sit with our friends so we could be "cool" and not have parents with us while they went to a grownup movie, my mom told us "Now, I don't want you to sit in the back!" I said "Yah! Cause that's where everybody is giving eachother blowjobs!"
The look on her face was truly memorable. She asked us what we thought a blow job was. When we told her, she said that wasn't it. When we asked her what it WAS then, she said we'd have to ask our dad.
The look on HIS face when we swarmed him as he got home from work yelling "Dad! Dad! What's a blowjob? Mom said you'd tell us!" was even better.
But bless the man, he managed to explain it to us without blushing too much, including the follow up questions. We all agreed that it was pretty dang gross!
In 4th grade we were discussing what type of jobs we wanted to pursue. Using a term I somehow learned from my brother, but having no clue what it meant, I remarked to my friend that I wanted a blowjob. The teacher overheard and wasn't so happy. I got a nice lecture in the hall.
When I was younger, through middle school, I thought that oral sex was french kissing. So one day we're in english class, and we're talking about how advertising uses sex to sell products, and my teacher asks for examples. One kid talks about scantily clad women. Another about guys on horses. I raise my hand, and say, "Yeah, some ads like tobacco and jewelry show people having oral sex."
The teacher looked terrified and the class went wild, needless to say. It took a few years to live that one day . . .
i used to believe that a blow job was when you got payed to blow up ballowns
I used to believe that if you had oral sex the sperm would stay in your throat and I dont know how I got the impression but I thought that a baby would start growing in your throat and then you would barf it out needless to say i was pretty embarassed when I said this to my boyfriend ,"I want a baby , it must be easier to barf it than squeeze it through your vagina." I didnt know why he looked dumbstruck untill he sorted my facts out. He never lets me live it down.
When I was about 10 or so, my aunt and uncle owned an emergency tire service company for 18 wheelers. There were two phones in the house, one for business and one for work, which none of the kids in the house answered. Well one day the house phone rang and some guy asked how much a blow job cost. Thinking he had the wrong phone number but needing some help with his tires I ran into the dining room where all the workers and family were having lunch and blurted out how much a blow job was, imagine 10 adult faces turning red at the same time....for years I thought blow jobs always meant something to do with tires.
When I was about 7 or so a friend of mine came to school and proudly proclaimed he had given himself a blowjob. I wasn't really aware of what a blowjob was so I asked how he did it hoping he would explain the meaning of the word. He told me that he had taken his mom's hairdryer and used it on his penis, thus giving himself a blowjob. For quite a while after that I was under the assumption that a blowjob was having someone, or something, blowing on your penis.
I thought that oral sex meant kissing, and hence told several people that my parents had oral sex all the time, even at the dinner table! Oops!
My sixth grade teacher told me that kissing was oral sex, so I would tell everyone I have oral sex with my mom, dad, and brother every night!
Knowing that a blow job was sucking on his penis, I believed for the longest time that a hand job was sucking on his fingers :oP
When I was little I heard my brother talking about a blow job. I didn't know what it was and I didn't want to ask him, but I knew it had something to do with a man. So for the longest time I thought that it was when you put your butts up against each other and fart on each other. Wow I was so wrong, but its still funny.
I came from a very strict and prudish family. My parents still lived with my grandparents and for the first 10 years of my life we were a big, happy family. However, because of my grandparents presence, my parents never had THE TALK. Dammit... Anyway, one day (when I was about 17) I was permitted to go round to a friends house one day- a boy I'd known since I was 7. Of course, they didn't think anything could happen- they'd known him for so long they were sure he didnt know anything about sex either. But he didnt live with his grandparents and he knew ALL about it. Anyway, we were in his room listenin 2 music when he said 'dya wanna play dares?' So we did the usual stuff, shout tings out the window, empty the shampoo bottle on ur parents bed... when he said 'i dare you to give me a blowjob' so i agreed and went out the room. HE off course got 'it' out and er.... ready. MEanwhile I thought he wanted me to give him a cut and blowdry! I got scissors and hairdryers etc and was shocked 2 see his thing when i returned. He fainted when he saw the scissors adn I had to call and amulance. In the end it was the driver who gave me the talk. Needless to say I wasn't allowed to see the guy anymore...
When i was pretty little, I remember hearing my brother talking to his friend. He was excited, because he was going on a date with his girlfriend, and was sure she was going to give him head. when he came back later, he seemed pretty discouraged, and called his friend. i listened on the phone, and found out that the date had not gone where he wanted it to go.
so, being the nice sister i was, i decided I was going to give my brother head!
i pulled the head off my barbie doll, and gave it to him...
I used to think that oral sex was when people were kissing, one of them would reach their tounge into the other person's mouth, and touch some special little "button" and that would give them the same feeling that intercourse would. And I thought that maybe if you both touch each other's "button" at the same time, the woman had a good chance of getting pregnant.
This was all in 7th grade, mind you.
I used to think that a blow job was when you dried your hair with a blow-drier. So when one of my older brother's friends asked me, when i was about 10, if i knew what a blow job was, I replied, "yeah, i give myself blowjobs all the time".
When I was little my older brother told me that if I gave a boy a blow job, I'd get cancer and die.
At the age of 12, and a rather embarassing moment in Sex Education, I realised that this was a lie.
When i confronted him he assured me that he had only said it to protect me, and in fact the real danger was that if a boy orgasmed in my mouth the little tadpole-like sperm would go into my belly and turn into frogs, and Then I would die.
When I was younger I used to believe that nobody actually gave blow jobs, people just made them up to sound cool.
when i was young i herd about blow jobs and i thought that it meant drying you'r hair .one day when i was washing my hair i asked my sister if she could give me a blow job (im a boy) and then she looked at me like i was crazy, she said no way u pervert. then i told my mom my sister wouldnt give me a blow job lol
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