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.

The Path of the Jockstrap

For me, Cock worship began with the jock strap. Let’s meditate:

I. THE SYMBOL

Jock straps are all about proper respect for Cock. The bigger the set of Cock and balls, the more support is needed.

The symbolism of the jock strap is powerful. It strains to hold the power of Cock—

—but is ultimately powerless to restrain Cock when He asserts himself.

Brian Pronger reminds us that

“there are two sides to the jockstrap that symbolize the homoerotic paradox: the pouch in the front as the shrine of masculinity joined to the straps in the back framing its mythic violation.”

How do you feel about mythic violation?

The called worshipper wants it. Some can embrace it openly from the start.

But some feel that they have to fight it. Cock sends us the avatars we need to wrestle. We grapple with desire, find a way to work it out.

Eventually, though, Cock always gives us what we really need.

II. FINDING THE PATH

A jock sets off the object of a boy’s desire. The Cock worshipper is called subtly at first, without really even knowing it.

But the desire won’t stay unconscious for long. To become a man, the boy needs to act.

The end result is inexorable.

Cock works His will through the worshipper, taking His sweet time. There are so many stages of male bonding, each teaching the boy the necessary step to developing into a Cock worshipping man. Cock seeks for the man to possess a fully developed soul.

Cock starts calling the boy out of the realm of the innocent. Eric Hull said,

“Jock represents that which is light, innocent, pure, ubiquitous in that it is all around us (i.e.: Sunday afternoon football) and yet so easily corrupted. It is a matter of appropriating the symbols of total acceptance into the macho sub-culture, and turning them on their heads!!”

The jock strap facilitates the early, boyish ritual of Cock worship—the circle jerk. It's important to learn to lend a buddy a hand.

It often plays a role in the teachings of our earliest mentors—

—those who instill us with the discipline of worshipping Cock.

It taught me that I not only wanted to embody the ideal of Cock, the simplest desire of most males. Until I saw it, I never realized that as male as I wanted to be, I also needed to be overshadowed by the power of Cock. To submit to His will. To take Him in my throat and in my ass. As much as I want to embody Cock, so I want to be the object of Cock’s power. I meditated, understood and was liberated.

III. JOCKS IN THE EVERYDAY LIFE OF THE WORSHIPPER

I found my path. The fetish, the calling, lead me to Cock. But the power of the jockstrap is never forgotten in my life. Jocks stand for the power and resilience of male strength—

The power of a man to get the job done

The right of man to pleasure after a hard day’s work

Or after a hard fight won

And the power of male confidence—

The most simple call to worship.

The jock unites firemen—

With soliders—

With marines—

All in the worship of Cock.

Jockstraps are the symbol of devotion worn in a world of workaday drag, to remind us that we belong to Cock.

Never forget Him.