Gay sexual fantasies are as diverse and fascinating as the men who harbor them. For many, the pinnacle of erotic arousal lies in the realm of face-sitting – a tantalizing act where one worshipful bottom plants his face between the thighs of his dominant top, tonguing, slurping, and slobbing up every drop of musky goodness.
But face-sitting is more than just a dirty deed – it’s an art form. The true face-sitting virtuoso knows exactly how to angle that eager bottom, how to apply just the right amount of pressure on his upturned face. He knows when to grab a fistful of hair, yanking the submissive’s nose deep into his sweaty crack. And he knows precisely how to unleash a veritable torrent of pungent man nectar down that willing throat.
That’s where tiny gargle comes in. Imagine the diminutive bottom, his petite body dwarfed by his powerful partner. He looks up at his master through wide, adoring eyes, his rosebud mouth stretched obscenely around an enormous cock. Every bulge and throb sends rivulets of pre dribbling down his neck. The top looms over him, his heavy sack swinging dangerously close to the bottom’s face. One wrong move and those full, churning balls will smack right into his open mouth, releasing an irresistible flood of goo.
But that’s the goal, isn’t it? To soak that angelic face in every viscous drop of ball batter. To watch the bottom sputter and gasp as copious amounts of semen splatter his cheeks, matting his hair. To feel his throat convulse around your shaft as he struggles to swallow it all down. It’s a true test of his devotion – and his gag reflex.
So the next time you find yourself paired with a tiny Someone who can barely fit your uncut cock in his mouth, remember – he’s not just accommodating your desire. He’s fulfilling his own twisted fantasy, too. A fantasy of whorish humiliation and total degradation. A fantasy of being used as nothing more than a repository for your thick, heady spunk. So by all means, show him his place. Sit on his face like the throne it is. Let your balls unload directly down his gullet. After all, that’s what he’s there for.
