Well, some of it was embarrassing.
I grew up in a rural and hyper-conservative / hyper-religious community. I was the youngest in my family by many years and my Bible-thumping father routinely beat the crap out of me as a kid. Unforgivable sins were laziness, fornication, homosexuality, and back talk (my father was certain that i was guilty of all of them, but by the time of this story - i was 15 - i was only guilty of the last one).
Anyway, after my mother died it became routine for us to go over to a deacon's house after services for Sunday dinner. This family was all-in on church: the deacon and his 16 year old daughter sang in in the choir and the mother taught Sunday school. The daughter - Ruth - was a year older than me and was active in about every church extra-curricular activity. She was about 5'4" and a little heavy, maybe 140 pounds? She was a paragon of church youth group virtue and was also popular in school.
Anyway, one summer Sunday afternoon while the adults sat on the porch drinking lemonade, Ruth told her parents that we were going to go listen to records - I think they all figured that it would all be gospel. Indeed, the first record was some Christian-folk. After that she asked me what kind of music I liked. I said that I liked most kinds of music believing that to say Pink Floyd would probably get me a lecture on values and Hell. She surprised me by saying that she really liked The Who and pulled out the album Quardraphenia. She put some more Christian folk on the tape deck to play through the speakers and plugged headphones into a splitter so that we both could listen to The Who while wholesome music played for anyone who might hear. She surprised me again by firing up some reefer.
In no time my head was swimming beautifully with the rythmns and melodies of the album. Between sides 2 and 3 she left to get some snacks and when she got back she sat beside me on the sofa and we chatted. I have to admit - I was a shy kid and had never even been on a date (plus, everyone thought i was gay because i was what they referred as “a delicate kid” after my mother died).
Anyway, before starting side 3, she said “Fred, I think you're cooler than people think.” She put some more Christian music on the speakers, started side 3 on the headphones. We drifted off into Pete Townshend's guitar. During the instrumental on side four, Ruth gets up and dances a bit - I just sit and watch.
The last song on the album is “Love Reign O'er Me” and as it starts she lifts the headphone off of one ear and says “I just love this song” then she kisses me and shoves her tongue in my mouth (yes, my first real kiss!). We kiss long and hard, our tongues exploring each other's mouths.
Needless to say, I'm hard as blued steel at this point. After our kiss, she looks at my lap and says something that i couldn't hear (I'm wearing headphones, duh) but I'm somewhat mortified that my erection is so visible through my church trousers. Before I could move or say anything Ruth is unbuckling my belt and un-zipping my pants. Pulling my dick out with one hand she looks at me with a mischievous smile kisses the tip of it. She the proceeds to give me an incredible blow job in sync with the rising and falling of the music - her intensity increasing as Roger Daltrey's voice intensifies, rising and falling with the orchestral back up music (and through it all, her big headphones stayed in place). Through a combination of the reefer, the music, and Ruth's skills i cum at the crescendo of the song and Ruth takes it all.
After we recover and the music is over (and my pants are fastened back up) Ruth makes it clear that we are not boyfriend/ girlfriend but just two friends who had some fun - and to not breathe a word of it to anyone. Of course I wouldn't. My old man would definitely beat the shit out of me if he heard about me smoking reefer or fornicating with a fine and innocent Christian girl like Ruth.
As we put everything away and started back to rejoin everyone in the back yard, I asked her what she said before she unbuckled my belt. She said “I said 'I knew you weren't a queer'." (Such was my reputation throughout my school years). That was probably the most embarrassing part - that, and all told, it was only a five minute song.
Ruth and I never dated, but over the next couple of years we did hang out together a few times.
Sometimes when I hear that song, I wonder if they wrote it specifically to accompany a blow job.