Which one of you guys is this?
My (21F) boyfriend (22M) pretends to be a mentally disabled newspaper delivery boy while going down on me.That’s pretty much about it.
Bf centers his personality around what he calls “bits.” He’ll start telling a joke, and at first it’ll be funny, but then he’ll tell it over and over again and it will go way too far. For instance, he and a friend exchanged dick pics just because they’d been joking about doing it for a while. I don’t really care about shit like that because it’s not my place to care, except recently during a makeout session, he started role playing as a 1950s newspaper delivery boy. When I kissed him, he remarked “oh gee whiz, miss, that’s much different from the way my grandma kisses me.” I laughed because this is typical of bf’s sense of humor, which I really love, but I guess that encouraged him too much and he KEPT GOING. He started telling me about how this 1950s newspaper boy rides a tricycle around and I was starting to get uncomfortable with the whole thing because I was, you know, making out with him, and I asked how old the newspaper boy was meant to be. In the 1950s voice, he said “I’m just slow, which my dad says is weird because there wasn’t even a mule around to kick me in the head. 1950s medical knowledge!”
We continued making out, and he ended up eating me out, but right before he was about to go down on me, he got more inspiration for his character. He told me about how he was raising money to buy more “boy adventure” magazines, which apparently contained vaguely racist stories with titles that sounded like names for bad pornos. I made it clear I wasn’t into it and asked where my bf was and if I could have him back, but he just kept up with the 1950s voice and ended up eating me out while pretending to be a mentally disabled newspaper delivery boy.
I just worry that he’ll do it next time we make out as he knows it bothers me. That’s the thing with the “bits”; the more I hate them, the more prevalent they become. I love my bf and I love his sense of humor, but how do I convince him to keep the jokes in our college improv club and out of our sex life?
tl;dr: bf is treating my vagina like open mic night at the Laugh Factory