“Every time you happen to meet a fellator’s kisses, I can fancy, O Flaccus, how you plunge your head in water.”
And I., 95:
“You sung but badly, Agelé, when you were loved per vulvam. Now no one kisses you, and you sing well.”
And I., 84:
“Your lap-dog, Manneia, licks your mouth and lips I am not a bit surprised; dogs like dirt.”
Seneca: “And mark! he made that Fabius Persicus, whose kisses are shunned even by people who know no shame, a priest only the other day.” (De Beneficiis, IV., 30.)
[88]. It appears from Martial’s Epigram (XI., 99), that the kiss on the mouth was the regular thing with the Romans; fellators, therefore, could not be surprised at their kisses being avoided. The poet of Bilbilis makes yet another mock at their expense (II., 42):
“Zoilus, why spoil the bath by bathing your bottom in it? If you would make it still dirtier, plunge your head in.”
And VI., 81:
“You bathe, Charidemus, as though you had a grudge against mankind, entirely submerging in the bath your privates. I should not like you to wash your head that way, Charidemus; and now look! you are washing your head. I had rather it were your privates!”