His thesis advisor is a Priest of Cock (an excerpt)

…. He witnessed the people around him like a being from another world. Joyless, vacant faces who knew nothing of the glory of Cock. It made his heart sad to think that he was returning to such a place. He wanted to live his joy of Cock. He wanted to celebrate it each waking minute.

As he walked deep in thought to his thesis advisor’s office, he stopped.

“But, of course,” he said to himself “Of course I can”.

He smiled and picked up his pace. He walked so quickly that he almost fell through the open door of the office. His thesis advisor arose from his chair, startled.

“Are you alright, Chester?

“Yes, Father Ch…Charles,” Chester gasped. This priest, his thesis advisor, was he present last night?

“Come in, Chester. Close the door,” the priest said.

Chester looked at Father Charles up and down slowly. He had only met Father Charles once before, a few months back, when he had been told to report to him regarding his research regarding early Christian philosophy. Today, Chester was to announce the main theme of his thesis today.

The priest, noticing Chester’s piercing gaze, looked him in the eyes.

“Now sit down, Chester,” he said.

Chester sat down in the soft leather club chair. He looked around the room as though seeing it for the first time.

The priest sat across from Chester. He dangled his eyeglasses in one hand, and lay the palm of the other hand on his knee. He looked to be studying Chester as Chester looked around the office.

The room was small and dark. Thousands of books were crammed into dark wooden bookcases that went from floor to ceiling. There was a window but the blinds were drawn. Something of the room reminded Chester of a monk’s cell in a cloister.

“What’s the matter Chester?” asked the priest finally.

Chester lowered his gaze to meet the priest’s eyes and said, “I’ve come to announce my thesis, Father. I’ve had a change of mind. I’m changing my focus”.

Chester, as he spoke, became more confident, more relaxed. He sat back in the chair, facing the priest, and rested his arms on the chair.

“Really? What do you wish to research now? What is to be your thesis?” asked the priest.

“Phallic worship,” said Chester without hesitation. He relaxed himself in his chair appearing almost impertinent to his adviser.

“What?” the priest furrowed his forehead.

“Yes, Father. I am very much interested in phallic worship, particularly as practised in ancient Europe. That is to be the thrust of my thesis.” He spoke proudly and confidently.

“May I ask why?” said the priest, his eyebrows raised.

Chester looked at the priest without answering. Then lowered his gaze to the priest’s groin as he spoke.

“I’ve had a revelation, Father. As a worshipper of the phallus, I want to explore its history and socio-cultural impact. I want to understand how we moved from a culture of life-loving pagans, to creatures terrified of that which makes life wonderful, the phallus”.

Chester looked at the priest in the eyes and then looked back down at his groin. “Surely you don’t disapprove, Father? Being that you are also a Cock worshipper yourself.”

The priest opened his mouth as though to object. He paused for a moment further, then smiled and laughed.

“You recognized me, then?” he asked smiling.

“There was one priest last night” said Chester, “he was wearing a leather hood. He had a tattoo on his thigh- a circle with a cross inside. And a beautiful Cock with a bulging head and foreskin. I have a feeling that’s you.”

The priest stood up, approached the office door, and locked it. He returned to where Chester was sitting and stood in front of him. Chester looked up. Father Charles was handsome, he thought, as he stood there in his grey sweater and white priest’s collar. He wondered why he hadn’t noticed this the first time. He also was in very good shape for a priest: he could see the priest’s pectoral muscles faintly bulging through his gray sweater and the black shirt underneath.

 

Chester, you are a prostitute of the temple. As a temple priest, I bid you to perform a service of worship. Take out my penis and worship it,” he commanded.

Staring at the groin before him, Chester slipped off the chair onto his knees. He raised his hands to the priest’s belt and unfastened it. He unbuttoned the trousers, pulled the zip downward, and let the priest’s trousers fall onto the floor.

Chester gasped. The priest was wearing a fraying yellow jockstrap. He looked up at the priest and raised his hands to the thick band. He moved his face still closer to the jockstrap, his eyes locked with those of the priest, and inhaled deeply in the hope of breathing the pouch’s scent. There was a faint aroma of soap and sweat trapped behind the musky scent in the fabric. Chester pulled the band downward slowly. His heart lept as a thick brush of pubic hair rose slowly and sprang before his face like dark jungle growth. He moaned in lustful longing in anticipation for the priest’s cock….

Prayer to Our Father Cock

Our Father Cock! We LOVE you! We STROKE you! We ACKNOWLEDGE you as our GOD!!! Guide us!!! Show us the way to others yearning to know this truth! Let us listen for YOUR call in all we do!!! Let us FALL TO OUR KNEES BEFORE YOU OH GOD!!! Let us BEND OVER TO RECEIVE YOU OH FATHER!!! Let us OFFER OUR GOD TO OTHERS TO FEED AND TO FILL OTHERS!!! We are MEN called to serve YOU!!! LET US DO THAT THIS DAY!!! NEMA!!!!!!!!!

Cock Adoration

Z.Worship

“Savor the fact that Cock exists
As God to be pleased.
Cock receives your worship magnificently.
Nothing in the universe welcomes adoration
As perfectly and completely as Cock.” –Bible of Cock
Cock is God’s crowning achievement! I only have to gaze at man’s Cock and it transforms me into a lustful, primitive being; salivating with Penis Hunger. Suddenly, all other thoughts leave my mind as Penis, Balls and Pubic Hair fill my field of vision. Approaching with anticipation, I first inhale the musky, male aroma that loads my senses with pheromones and grooms me for worship. The urge to rub and mark my face with its masculine scent is instinctive. I do not hesitate to give in to my primal nature!
The Host Penis begins to swell and lengthen as it responds to my ritual of worship. Next my mouth travels to the tightening Ball Sack, opening wide to suckle Manhood’s Twin Testicles. The first one dances on my tongue for a second before an earnest slurp carries it into my mouth where I caress and massage it. I tend to the other with equal care. I am blessed as I hold the Crucibles of Life itself in my mouth.
By now the Host Penis is erect and throbbing with the pleasure of being worshipped. Sweet Cock Nectar appears on the Piss Slit as I move to lick up and down the Great Thick Shaft. I stop momentarily to flick the Precum with my tongue. I lick my lips. It tastes good. His Cock Head slips between my cheeks, knowing it belongs there. I suck slowly at first but I lust for more. The Host demands more. Like an unbroken stallion out of control, he thrusts his hard, dripping Phallus further into my mouth, plunging it deeper and deeper down my throat, grunting lustily from the depths of his loins! His pace quickens while Sperm and Semen marshal and collect within his Male Sack. Drool is pouring out from around my Cock filled mouth as I feel drops of saliva and sweat dripping from The Host Beast above, hitting my scalp. He grabs my head and assumes complete control, plunging into my throat with his Engorged Cock. I am now almost unconscious with lust as his muscles flex and tighten, signaling the onset of orgasm. Heaving and bucking, the Beast Penis fires the first spasm of Holy Semen into my mouth. Gasping for breath, my lips feel this throbbing Man Cock pumping and pulsing relentless masses of thick, salty-sweet cum, filling my throat as I struggle to swallow every Glorious Wad. What an honor to saturate and anoint my gut with this man’s Cock Milk. I have been blessed.

As his heaves begin to subside, I can now lazily savor the final seepages of cum flowing into my mouth. I suck him dry. I waste not one drop, for this is Holy Nectar.
We now breathe and glow in the shadow of a smiling Priapus as I let his softening Penis gently fall from my mouth. My adoration is not yet satisfied, though, until I lick the Beast Cock clean, completing my homage to God!
Penis is my Master. Lust is my Teacher. Worship is my Life.
Adore Cock! Cock is God!

I Love You, Lord Cock

Let us pray:

Lord Cock, you call me to worship in your honor each minute of the day.
When I piss, you are there.
When cock shifts as I walk, you are there.
When I notice the bulge, the subtle touching of cock in the groins of others, you are there.
When I smell the aroma of cock at the public urinal, you are there.

I love you, Lord Cock.

Semen

Z.Semen

“Ejaculation is the creation of the
Universe…The Seed which is ejaculated from a
man’s Cock is the blueprint, the plan
and promise and joy of Phallus.” -Bible of Cock

Ever notice that when we see a man cum, we have the urge to shout approval? Yeah! Fuck yeah, brother!

As men, we celebrate the Ejaculation of Semen! It is the visible, physical manifestation of orgasm – The moment where we are in perfect Communion with God. We witness our penises perform this Holy Sacrament over and over, never tiring of watching the miracle of Holy Semen flowing like molten metal from the bottomless furnace of the testicle sack. Sometimes it gushes forth in a great fountain of joy, shooting skyward as if it were fireworks above a fairground. Other times it oozes out and meanders down the shaft in sweet, creamy perfection. We dip our fingers in and taste it, savoring its masculine flavor and aroma. When we are not alone in orgasm, just watch our worshipping partner’s eyes glow with anticipation as he licks and laps up every drop, consuming our precious Nectar of Cock. Semen is life renewing itself! None must be wasted! Show reverence for the Sperm of Man! In its nourishment is the Power of the Universe to be harnessed for our Spiritual Growth, Brotherhood and Oneness with God. Oneness with Cock. Hail Semen, Brothers! Hail Cock!

Rejoice

Let us rejoice, dear brother!

Let us praise Priapus who manifests himself in the penises which hang from our loins.

Let us take one another’s penises into our mouths and suckle our Holy Endowment.

Let our mouths be filled with blessed penis.

Let our tongues lick the precious nectars that flow from the penis.

Let us refresh ourselves at the penis fountain.

Let us lose ourselves in penis lust.

Let our penises swell with the sweet Blood of Priapus.

Let our mouths savor the salty succulence of masculine juices.

Let our oral labor coax and seduce rivers of life giving semen from brother to brother.

Let us fill our mouths and bellies with the nourishment of living sperm.

Let our moans of penis pleasure fill your ears, great Priapus, with reverent praise.

Hail Penis! Hail Priapus!

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Cock Prayer

Hail cock! Hail cock! Hail almighty cock!
Thy shaft gives cum
thy will is done
when my fuckholes are temples for thee
give us this day our daily seed and forgive us for the cocks we have been unable to suck
grant that I may suck all mens cocks
and lead me that I may lead others into the kingdom of cock
for cock is the kingdom
cock is the glory
cock is the power
hail cock hail cock hail almighty cock!
Thy shaft gives cum

The Aroma of Masculinity

Whenever I kneel in front of a naked man, the first thing I must do is inhale his genital aroma. It intoxicates like powerful incense and opens me up to his spiritual energy. I commence rubbing my nose in his pubic hair. Then with a circular motion, move down to his testicles and back up, again and again. There is no scent on earth as heavenly as that which emanates from between a man’s legs. As this scent fills my head, I do not close my eyes. They are mesmerized by the sight of hair, cock and balls responding to my grazing. The Spirit of Priapus overtakes me! I am communicating with God! Before me is the portal to enlightenment! I must suckle this man’s cock in humble gratitude and devotion. How fulfilling it is to take a flaccid penis into my mouth and stimulate it to erection…to feel it swell and engorge with blood while I suck it firmly, surrounding it with my throat and lips…all the while filling my nose and lungs with that most male of scents. The Musk of Man. The Aroma of Masculinity. Praise Priapus!

There Is but One God and He Is Phallus

There is but one god and he is phallus, lord priapus, the highest authority and ultimate truth.
Lord Priapus manifests his holy divinity in the living flesh of the penis/cock.
Through penis/cock we communicate directly with priapus, god of all cock.
By submitting mouth and manhole to penis/cock in sincerest worship and adoration, we are blessed with purpose, inner peace and fulfillment.
Gazing upon the penis/cock and inhaling its masculine scent grooms and prepares the mind for worship.
All fluids which flow from penis/cock are precious and holy. We treasure these with reverence.
By imbibing his supreme essences we secure embodiment of his power, love and protection.
We are honored and humbled to serve penis/cock and receive his blessings.
Man is the creation of penis/cock. In prayer, in worship, in meditation and in devotion we travel the holy path, bringing peace, harmony and brotherhood to ourselves and to all men .

We Are Sons of Priapus

We know that Penis is a manifestation of God. We worship Penis. We follow our ancestral father, who, we are told, had an enormous perpetually erect cock that he was unable to contain and so went about masturbating continually, spreading his seed everywhere. And wherever his seed fell, malekind — animals and humans — sprung up in his image and flourished.

We are called to continue and do the work of our ancient father.