A Day For Him

Look, I am quite aware that some of the special days that I choose acknowledge and promote are pretty unconventional or a little be niche. I present Exhibit A as Restock Your Lube Day, which has only recently come and gone. 

However, for me, Steak & Blowjob Day stands out as a one of my very favourites for its cheeky response to the romantic festivities of Valentine's Day. This light-hearted celebration has seen it's popularity go through the roof in recent years, offering a humorous and playful take on the traditional day of love. But where did Steak & Blowjob Day originate, and how has it evolved into the cultural phenomenon it is today?

Look, before I get into all of that, I know why you are really here. It's because you want to see me take part in my now long-standing personal tradition of celebrating this event with my former neighbour, Bob. Am I right or am I right?

I'm pretty sure this was the first annual sexy day that I started taking part in. To be fair, the first time that Bob convinced me that I should celebrate it with him, I don't think there was even any steak involved. It would have just been, you know, me giving him head.

However, in more recent years, we've been going the whole nine yard, which obviously means that Bob has been getting both a steak dinner and a blowjob, although not necessarily in that order, and it is an absolute staple of our calendars now.

To keep things fresh for this year though, as a real treat for Bob, I decided to take him out to a Michelin Star restaurant for the steak part, before heading back to his place for some oral pleasuring. That was the plan, anyway...

Whilst I cannot have any complaints about the quality of the restaurant and the food they served us, the service maybe could do with a bit of work. What did they do that was so wrong? Well, after we'd finished our meals and were waiting for someone to drop off the bill so we could pay up and head off for the second part of Bob's treat, we were actually just left to wait... and wait... and wait.

To kill the time, it seemed only fitting for me to fill Bob in about exactly why he was going to get a wicked BJ off me, just as soon as someone came to take our money so we could get off back to his place. 

And this is what I told him...

Steak & Blowjob Day emerged as a humorous and satirical response to the expectations set by Valentine's Day. The origins of this offbeat celebration can be traced back to a 2002 article written by Tom Birdsey, a humour columnist for a radio show called "The Howard Stern Show." The article humorously suggested that men should have their own equivalent holiday to Valentine's Day, where they would be pampered with a steak dinner and, well, a more intimate form of affection.

Birdsey's article was meant to be a tongue-in-cheek commentary on the perceived one-sidedness of Valentine's Day, often seen as a holiday primarily catering to women. It playfully proposed a day for men to be indulged in a more primal and stereotypically masculine way.

Like I said, it was meant as nothing more than a joke but the idea of Steak & Blowjob Day gained momentum and captured the imagination of people looking for a light-hearted way to subvert the expectations surrounding Valentine's Day. In the years that followed, the concept spread through word of mouth, social media, and various online communities, turning into an annual event.

Of course, one key factor contributing to the holiday's popularity is its timing. It's not by coincidence that is falls exactly one month after Valentine's Day, allowing Steak & Blowjob Day to create a sense of balance, offering a humorous counterpoint to the romantic gestures and gifts associated with its counterpart.

And, as with many modern phenomena, social media played a pivotal role in the spread of Steak & Blowjob Day. Memes, jokes, and hashtags related to the celebration started circulating on all popular social media platforms.

Indeed, many couples use Steak & Blowjob Day as an opportunity to inject humour into their relationships, embracing the day as a chance to break away from routine and engage in playful, consensual activities. The key to a successful celebration lies in open communication and a mutual understanding of each partner's preferences and comfort levels.

Ultimately, whether one chooses to embrace the playful spirit of Steak & Blowjob Day or dismiss it as a joke, the holiday's enduring popularity speaks to the human need for humour, connection, and the ability to find joy in unconventional places. As with any celebration, the key lies in approaching it with respect, consent, and a healthy dose of humour.

Having enlightened Bob, and hopefully now you too, it was frustrating that there was still no sign of the waiting staff bringing us our bill. Fearful that we might miss out on all of today's fun if we hung around much longer, it was time to take drastic action to counteract the neglect we were facing. 

Instead of waiting to get back to his, I took it upon myself to accelerate our plans somewhat. After momentarily disappearing under our table, my head re-emerged on Bob's side. Remaining down on my knees, I quickly tugged Bob's trousers down to his ankles and proceeded to blow him right there in the dinning room.

Bob was certainly conflicted by this. On one hand, he was delighted by the sensation of my soft lips wrapped around his sensitive manhood. But, on the other hand, doing it in the middle of a restaurant was perhaps a little be too bold, even if we were the only two bodies in the whole dinning room. Although his hips were straining to push his dick further into my mouth, his hands were desperately trying to push me away and pull his trousers back up. Talk about mixed messages.

But now we get to the good bit that I know that you have all really been waiting for...

As a compromise, we slipped away to the restroom where I could go all in on blowing him hard without any worry of our server coming back to find us in the act. Or, at least, being able to see us in the act as we were certainly not quiet. 

Between my slurping and occasional gag, and Bob's groaning, anyone in a neighbouring stall would have had absolutely no doubts about what we were up to. That said, I'm pretty sure that, just like the dinning room, we had the place all to our selves.

Having been made to wait so long for it, I greedily gobbled his meaty pole down, pulling out all stops in an effort to make it another truly memorable blowjob.

I mean, I don't like to toot my own horn (unless you want to use that as a euphemism for touching myself in naughty ways, in which case I fucking love tooting) but I have to say I think I succeeded and was rewarded with a creamy shot of cum straight down my throat. 

Normally, the lack of warning from Bob that he was about to blow his load would probably have annoyed me. However, on this occasion it actually made our lives a lot easier as it just slipped right down my throat into my tummy. With no clean up required, we quickly scurried back to our table as I was quite conscious that we'd been gone for a while.

I shouldn't have worried though. Our bill still hadn't arrived...