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.
