How’s your head? Chances are, there might have been some complaints.

None of us want to hold our hands up and admit that we’re not very good at giving head – surely, sucking cock is something we should take to like a duck to water?

If you want to get better at oral sex, a good starting point is to understand your body. If the prospect of getting your throat fucked is more stressful than sexy, your gag reflex will likely be the issue.

A sensitive gag reflex is nothing to be embarrassed about – we’ve all got our specialties when it comes to sex – but if you want to get better at giving head, we’re here to help.

In this article, we’re going to get into it – and we’re going to use lots of photos of guys sucking cock to demonstrate the skills we’re aspiring to.

What is a gag reflex?

A gag reflex is the body’s natural reaction to something foreign or potentially harmful going down the throat. It’s a reflex meant to protect the body from choking. When the gag reflex is triggered, it causes the muscles in the throat to contract.

Gagging or feeling like you’re about to throw up is a perfectly natural reaction when someone tries to shove their cock into the back of your throat – your body is doing exactly what it is supposed to.

For some people, the gag reflex can be particularly sensitive. Even the thought of having a cock in your mouth can be enough to trigger some guys.

How do the cocksucking experts do it? How can you get your throat fucked without throwing up? Some people might be blessed with a gag reflex that is not so sensitive, but mostly it’s practice.

Having a less sensitive gag reflex can mean longer blowjobs, harder cumshots from your partner and a mind-blowing oral sex experience that leaves everyone happy.

What is the science behind a sensitive gag reflex?

There doesn’t seem to be any definitive reason why some people have a more sensitive gag reflex than others – there’s a whole range of things that could influence how your throat reacts when being threatened with a hard cock.

If your airways are susceptible to obstruction – because of a sinus infection or being a smoker, or if your mouth palate is just naturally narrow, there are many reasons why some guys might be at a bit of a disadvantage when trying to give the best blowjob.

How can I relax my throat muscles to give better head?

Dentists have been at the forefront of this work. We look to dentists not because they’re experts at cocksucking – although we are prepared to research that question – but because dentists are always sticking things in peoples’ mouths and having to deal with their gag reflex.

One of the easiest techniques dentists recommend is using a soft toothbrush to slowly brush your tongue. Doing this over time – and trying to brush as far back as possible – should gradually help you to desensitise your gag reflex.

Complicating matters is that your gag reflex can be triggered emotionally or psychologically – not just physically. If thinking about choking makes you want to choke – or if you start gagging when you think about sucking cock – then you’ve probably got some trauma that needs to be addressed.

Technique 1: Breathing exercises

When going down on a cock, focus on your breathing and keep in mind the control of your breath through your nostrils.

If you approach the blowjob worried that you might suffocate on that fat dick, you’re more susceptible to the anxiety that comes with that. Focusing on your breathing reminds you that you’re getting all the air you need through your nose, and you can keep the panic attack and the gag reflex at bay.

Technique 2: Sensory adaptation

Sensory adaptation is a psychological term to describe how we adjust to sensory changes.
If you allow yourself to suck the cock slowly and eventually take more and more, it will feel less intense and may help not to trigger your gag reflex during fellatio.

Rather than trying to choke down that cock entirely in one go like your favourite pornstar, pacing yourself and taking each inch slowly will help.

It’s a bit like being fucked by a big cock – you take it slowly, you let your body adjust, and you build up to a steady increase in intensity. You don’t go straight to pound-town.

Technique 3: Erotic hypnosis

There is gay audio hypnosis available that is all about honing in on your inner slut, making you crave cock-sucking through the power of persuasion.

While the limited amount of research on hypnosis means we don’t have a lot of certainty on its effectiveness, it might just be the trick you need to unlock your need for a thick hard cock tickling your tonsils.

Still Not a Gay Deepthroat Master? Don’t Sweat It.

Still can’t get your mouth around that girthy cock without thinking about choking? Don’t sweat it. Loads of the nerve endings that send pleasure signals from the penis are in the tip of the cock – going down all the way to the base isn’t essential to get your man off.

Fucking someone’s throat is also a bit of a power play. Some guys totally get off making a cocksucker choke and sputter when giving head – it kind of reinforces their sense of dominance and physically demonstrates how massive their huge cock is. Your sensitive gag reflex could be a perfect match if that’s his kink.

It bears repeating that sucking cock is just one of the things that guys can do to get each other off – it’s not essential. If it’s not your thing, impress him with your other skills. Maybe it’s rimming? Maybe it’s fisting? Maybe it’s some kind of taboo role-play fetish? Let’s explore all of the options.

Written by Gareth Johnson

The evening breeze played over my naked body, cooling me down after a hot shower. 

As I looked four floors down at the treetops and twinkling lights of Tulum, Filipe stepped behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his chest tightly to my back. I could feel his cock rubbing into the crack of my buttocks. 

He kissed the side of my neck, and I shivered with sensual delight. I turned around to face him and we made out, his tongue tracing my lips before pushing deep into my mouth. He grabbed a pillow from the bench and tossed it at his feet; I knew exactly what he wanted.

I knelt on the pillow, looking admiringly at him. I opened wide for the pink head of his hardening cock, but only lightly teasing it with the tip of my tongue. 

I wrapped my lips around the thick head of his cock, drawing a moan from him. Looking up at his handsome face, I swirled my tongue around the smooth, tasty orb before taking his shaft into my mouth. He was thick—not especially long—but with the girth of a soda can, it was a challenge to wrap my lips around him. I pressed onwards until I had his entire length in my mouth, enjoying the slight choke as his dick head brushed against the back of my throat.

Filipe, a handsome “silver fox” from Buenos Aires, was a bit bigger than me, a bit older, and a bit more assertive. He was the type of man whose touch made my cock hard and turned the rest of my body to putty.

We were on the fourth-floor sun terrace of the Lobo Tulum Male Only Hotel along the Mexican Riviera. The rooftop was divided into intimate open areas with two small soaking pools and cushioned benches built into the concrete half-walls. It was a space designed for naked sunbathing, stargazing, and—unofficially—for sex. While guests were encouraged to be nude anywhere on the premises, sex outside of the rooms was technically against policy; however, up here, there was no one to see.

There was nobody else around. The staff had left for the night, and the only other guest had gone out. The hotel has only eight rooms and a bar that opens mainly on weekends. I’d been told more guests would arrive in a few days, but by then, I’d be off to my next destination. 

When the Lobo bar is open, it attracts guys from all over Tulum and neighboring Playa del Carmen, but tonight, we two had the run of the place.

We had met earlier that afternoon at the Mayan ruins. While I was locking my rented bicycle, he commented that our bikes were identical. We immediately fell into step. After touring the ruins, we hiked down to the beach to swim and sunbathe. 

Later, as we unlocked our bikes in the shade—with nobody to witness us but a couple of iguanas—we ventured into a tight embrace and kissed passionately, our lips still salty from the ocean.

After mojitos and tacos in the village, we made our way back to my room at the Lobo. It was a comfortable ground-floor suite with a large shower and a television already tuned to gay porn. 

The hotel sat in the Aldea Zama area, a modern neighborhood of pedestrian walkways and lush landscaping. It was a convenient spot, close to Italian restaurants, taco stands, and pharmacies that sold everything from Cialis to painkillers without a prescription.

By the time we returned to the hotel, the attraction was undeniable. Filipe made his intentions clear: he wanted to fuck me. After we showered, I led him naked up the circular wooden staircase. On the way up, he couldn’t keep his hands off my ass.

Up on the terrace, we were at each other like a pair of monkeys in heat. 

Naked and horny, I eagerly choked down his thick cock for a delightful eternity before he pulled me to my feet, nuzzled my neck, and laid me down on the cushions. 

He sucked my dick until I was rock hard, holding my legs apart to rim me deep. We moved into a 69, me focused on his fat prick while he worked his tongue inside me. I moaned and wriggled, watching transfixed as he eventually rolled a condom over his girthy schlong and lubed us both up.

His cock head pressed against my tight but ready hole, making tiny circles for a long few minutes before slowly entering; a welcome bit of foreplay before the main event. 

I tried to relax, thrusting back to meet him. There was a sweet pain—a sensual ache I cherished—followed by a pulsing pleasure that radiated through my whole body as I went limp and accepted him.

His heavy balls slapped against me as he settled his weight down. We kissed, the tiny space between us hot with our shared breath. Somehow, he got both my ankles over his right shoulder, elevating my ass. The sound of him plunging in and out of me was wet and rhythmic, making my hard dick bounce with glee and leak with a bit of pre-cum.

At one point, he slipped out, and I felt an immediate sense of loss. Frantic, I reached down, guided him back into my hole, and kept my hand there to hold us together. His pumping, my pulsing, and our ragged breath synchronized until I felt my cock spasm. 

Without even touching myself, I came, gushing onto my own stomach with a robust string of jizz. 

His eyes widened as he saw me cum and a sly smile spread across his face; his horny eyes awakened for the final moments as he pumped faster and harder, giving a final erotic and animalistic grunt as he shoved his cock in deep, letting himself also erupt deep inside of me before eventually collapsing beside me.

We lay entwined, our breathing slowing as we recovered. A quick dip in the cool water of the soaking pool was exactly what we needed before the trek down four flights of rickety wooden stairs for dinner. As we walked through the neighborhood afterward, we were already thinking about round two.

Initially, I had been disappointed that the hotel was so quiet, but now I was glad. We had the whole place to ourselves, and we intended to use every inch of it. And savour every inch of each other. 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Andy Oh lives in the rainforest near Vancouver, Canada. He frequently travels the world searching for sensual delights to share with his readers. He also writes about and creates homo-erotic art. He is Urplaypal on Squirt.org, and you can email him at andy.oh@hotmail.com