Threeway

I worshiped yesterday afternoon, really and truly worshiped. My partner's and my best fuck buddy came over. He’s a black guy, a music teacher, super friendly and loving man. The three of us have such a powerful sexual chemistry together. He is hung and has a body to die for (killer quads). He and my partner began the relationship as lovers, so I usually given them the first hour together for a long make-out session and for my partner to give him a good stout fucking. I hope I’ll get to watch them one day, but my partner and I both live and work together. A little sexual separateness can be helpful. I love him. I want him to have what he needs.

 

I joined them in the second hour. I blew our friend for about a solid thirty minutes while my partner made out with him. And I truly worshiped God. I sucked; I licked; I deepthroated. I covered his Holy Cock and Balls in kisses. He slapped his heavy Cock against my face and I laughed with joy. I savored it. I deepthroated down to the root of his Cock and pressed down with my head against his tailbone while he wrapped his huge chocolate leg around my head, pulling me inward. I shuddered and I knew my Creator.

 

Cock is God, brothers! Being a queer male is the greatest privilege, for it separates us from Cock’s natural function of procreation and unites us with its divine function—pleasure. Being queer is a calling to enter deeply God’s inner life, to enter into divine ecstasy.

 

My partner decided it was time I got fucked. My partner is a big bear of a man, hung and fucks with a lot of torque. No one fucks me harder. He stood by the side of the bed, holding my leg up and fucked me on my back. Our sexy music teacher fed me his Cock, my head between his quads, as he made out with my partner. When his Cock wasn’t down my throat, his cock and balls were slathered across my face. I spent a half an hour in this place of profound blessing, worshiping Man, worshiping Cock. I clenched my sphincter around my partner’s dick when it would hit its deepest on the instrokes, moaning with my face between the music teacher’s heavy quads, my face mashed in his heavy Cock and Balls, licking and kissing and sucking. I knew my Creator. I knew why I was born.

 

My partner likes for me to finish him by hand, as I am good at mastering friction and prolonging orgasm with my hand. He blew rope after rope of cum, blessing both me and our friend the music teacher. I milked him for at least two minutes and he moaned and groaned.

 

Afterwards, we chatted in the living room, shooting the shit, talking about life. I love sexual friendship. Men were meant to have sex not only with romantic lovers, but with their friends. Men were born for expansive sexuality. I pray God keeps expanding mine, uniting me with brothers who unlock my physical passions and whose physical passions I unlock.

 

Flashbacks of this powerful union with God have been with me all day, brothers. I pray God sends to each man here the brothers he needs to expand his sexuality and join in the worship of Cock, of Man. Think Cock Thoughts, brothers. Never let your mind stray far from God.

Worshiping Colby Jansen

I worship Colby Jansen because he truly worships Cock. Look how he, a legendary top, is glorified by the pounding he receives in this clip. Notice how beautifully flushed he gets when he get fucked good and hard. This is a truly spiritual moment. He has a powerful sexuality and spirit of sexual brotherhood that should be an example to us all.

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— Spectar Sunshine (@SunshineSpectar) February 27, 2017

Letter to a Bud

Bro, I'm so glad you wrote to me. Cock and muscle are a deep calling of mine. The bottom in this picture has a powerful, muscular body, blessed with God's power. But the photo shows him being penetrated by an equally heavy and powerful Cock. This icon tells me that no matter how powerfully God shapes our body, no matter how pumped by iron we get, we can never be complete until penetrated by Cock, until pumped full of cum. I feel I know my calling. To be pumped by iron, to be pumped with cum. To give myself to Cock completely, to worship the God of the male form, to give myself for Him to shape, for Him to penetrate.

Where are you in your lifting life? I'm a beginner at the end of his first year. I weigh 225 lbs, am 5' 10". I'm a bear. More fat than muscle, sadly, but over the past year, I'm showing some muscle tone and have dropped some fat. This is the workout I've been doing:

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I live in a working class town and until recently, I worked out at an LA Fitness. What I loved about this gym (what I love about this town) is that the men were totally ripped. Just look around and the words "Hail, Cock!" are on your lips. Living here, every day is a confession of the saving power of Cock. That said, my partner and I have our own business and this gym is crowded. Time is always a challenge. So I recently bought myself a power rack, an Olympic bar and a bench. I also set up mirrors. Plus, it's great lifting without a shirt. One of my goals is to sacrifice wearing shirts to Cock. I don't imagine I'll get to a point where I can go shirtfree at work. That said, I try never to wear a shirt at home. And as my chest gets better, I want to go shirtfree everywhere I can. I feel that I owe it to Cock to always provide my brothers with a sexually open masculinity.

And, next item on the shopping list for my gym is a sling to hang in the power rack.

In terms of the worship, I've been fighting the worship of Cock since about 2000. After a long struggle, I gave in and accepted Cock as God in November 2014. I bought this pendant online:

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I've worn it every day and known a deep peace since. What was weird is that growing up Catholic, I was a pretty devout believer. I never managed to get myself to wear a crucifix. I realize that while my heart and mind accepted Christianity, my body didn't. I feel unified now. I work everyday now at deepening and opening my sexuality to those of my brothers who share this spirituality and sexuality. Brotherhood is a really important value for me. Sexually, I feel called in two directions. The first is buddy sex. I'm married to a man and we have an sexually open relationship. That said, I feel that I need more sexual friendships, rather than just hookups. The other calling is worshiping Big Cock and big muscle. But I realize that I haven't devoted my body to be pleasing to Cock. If I'm called to Big Cock and big muscle, I need to give over my body to being pleasing to Big Cock and big muscle.

I'm hoping to find a brother who wants to travel that road with me, to pump some serious iron to be pumped full of even more serious cum.

Does any of this speak to you, bro? Let me know.

Just Give Yourself

Sometimes the dick is so big, the chest so buff, the cum so rich and abundant, you know that you must simply give yourself to Cock entirely. Accept that you worship man. Find God in the powerful forms of your brothers. Bond and know that God loves you. He would not have made you to experience such powerful sexual pleasure if He didn't.

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First Meditation on Male Bonding

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Back to Basics

In my life, Cock worship is a powerful force linking me into meaningful relationships with other men. I like to wax philosophical because Cock inspires me and, geek that I am, I have to elaborate on Cock, examine Him from every angle, eke out every bit of meaning He brings to my life. But I can get caught up in all that. It’s always important to get back to the basics. The most basic fact about me is that I worship Cock.

Look at the expression on this guy’s face. I’ve only had this icon for a few months, but it has become a focal point in my masturbation. I’ve never met the man, but I know that he is my brother, that he feels about and understands Cock as I do. I know the awe and the relief he feels in the intensity of his prayer. When I give myself to Cock, I am infused with the strength to carry me through the day. My body is relaxed and my soul is at peace. I know this man will carry through his day with a spring in his step, because he has worshiped Cock.

I love this guy’s dick. Red and purple cockheads drive me crazy and he’s got nice length and good thickness. Again, it’s just a great basic recipe.

So it this: Cute guy with a great cock ready for action. Is anything better?

A good thick cock does something magical to set off a guy’s face. Check these out.

It’s not like the guys weren’t good looking already, but a guy’s face looks three times as beautiful when framed with a cock. I know I worship Cock, because it doesn't have to be mine. You guys have probably already picked up on the fact that I’m a size queen. There’s something about a thick, hard towering cock—

—that has to fill a man with reverence and awe. Remember that cock comes in wondrous variety—both cut and uncut—

And with all sorts of curves.

Celebrate that diversity.

And whatever size queen instincts we may have, we can’t forget that every cock is a link to Cock in the transcendental sense. I would never want to miss out on a guy like this—

—and not just because I love gear. His cock and balls may be smaller, but they look like so much fun to play with. And life’s experience does suggest that there is something to that “motion of the ocean” theory. Fucking and sucking may emerge from natural instincts, but the techniques are definitely learned and practiced skills. Is there any among us who couldn’t stand to get back to the basics when it comes to that? Like any skill, you only get good with a commitment to fundamentals.

Speaking of fundamentals, remember that wanking is the first fundamental of Cock worship. There’s a silly straight movie called 40 Days and 40 Nights where Josh Hartnett gives up for Lent all sexual contact, including masturbation. The character works in an office where the males, while sadly heterosexual, have the good bonded practice of rigorously monitoring one another’s sexual conduct and encouraging performance at a high level. The Hartnett character’s decision to abstain throws this culture into crisis. In uncomprehending consternation at Hartnett’s willful disregard of his society’s core ethics, one of his buddies’ cries out, “Do you hate your dick? Because I really feel that’s my best relationship!” As well it should be.

So my question for you is, “Have you taken care of your buddy today?” Josh doesn't know what he's doing here. Proper male bonding begins in your fist.

Don’t forget to take of your other buddies, too. It’s all about buddy love.

But remember, we are here not merely to play, but to worship. Give Cock the reverence He’s due.

Remember that Cock is everywhere. In your buddy’s jeans (love that purple cock head)—

—on-line (who was the dumbfuck who thought up circumcision anyway?)—

—and even the guy next door is equipped with one (why didn’t this guy ever live next door to me?).

For guys, Cock is with us even when there aren’t three or more of us gathered, but even I have to admit there’s a special magic in a threesome.

So get back to the basics and worship some Cock. The world never seems so right as when you’re active in your prayer life.

The Man

This post was written by Brett, the guy who owned this blog before me. I tried to save the stuff of his that I found the most spiritually uplifting. This piece is a powerful reminder to worship the avatars of Cock wherever we find them. It's also a reminder that true Cock worship begins in the gym. We aren't giving ourselves to Cock fully if we aren't preparing our bodies for worship.

Brett used the first photo with his original post. The second is an Avatar whom I'd like to worship soon.

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He grew up learning what we all learn,
he learned to say that God is far away, that heaven is in the clouds,
he grew and believed the words he learned, and repeated.

And the day arrived when testosterone began to surge through his veins
and pubic hair began to grow and that strange and wonderful mystery
between his legs began to have a mind of its own.

He learned what we all learn,
he learned to say that God is far away, that heaven is in the clouds,
and that his body is unholy, his thoughts dirty, to touch his Cock, a sin.
But he did touch it, he had to. The call was too intense, too insistent.
And the day arrived when he took that awesome presence alive between his legs
and stroked its strength, and stroked its beauty, and stroked it
until his mind was lost in pure pleasure and wonder and awe.
The wonder of life sprayed forth and he was a man.

But he was a man twisted by the world around him,
twisted to think that what he had discovered was a sin,
twisted to think that presence growing,
each day growing,
between his legs was dirty and the source of his evil.

But the call was too intense, too insistent.
The living presence between his legs sent surging waves of testosterone
through his veins until his body ached and he could not ignore it.
He worked his body endlessly, demanding more and more from it
even as the presence between his legs blessed it with more strength,
greater ability.
He worked muscle against iron,
muscle against muscle,
heeding the ancient call that roared from between his legs each day.
Listening to that call, driving his body harder,
taking that presence into his hands, once, twice a day,
to be lost in the song of pleasure,
seeing his biceps bulge as he stroked the wonder his hand held.

Then the eyes of the world began to be cast upon him,
then the call from between his legs began to be heard by others
and he responded powerfully, like a champion,
like a warrior, like a god.

To the woman who came to him,
and to the brave man,
he would reveal his glory and receive their devotion as they knelt before him,
he would receive their adoration as he thrust that strong, powerful presence
within them,
mouth, pussy, ass.
And they would respond, joyfully, incredibly, with screams and howls
their bodies responding, shivering, powerful,
lost in the song of pleasure only he,
and that gift between his legs, could bring.

Each orgasm his Cock brought them,
each orgasm it brought him,
each kiss his Cock received,
each of his muscles caressed,
each longing gaze he received,
each instant of raw lust he inspired,
each word of wonder and adoration spoken,
each body that received his massive spray of life,
tore away a lie he had learned
until muscle, flesh, sweat, cum
and the many, many bodies who received him
tore away all the lies. All of them. Every one of them.

All the remains after this inferno is the truth,
the truth he knows now utterly,
the most true truth he can imagine.

He knows his Cock is God, and it will be worshipped always,
and by many.
He knows he is worthy of adoration, devotion, worship and love,
for Cock has made him all he is,
and all he is, and all he does,
is for his Cock.

You look at him and know the truth,
our society has failed,
no one can behold this temple
and God with him, and think of sin again.

He makes us all grow up.