We kneel

May we bathe in His sacred seed, may He fill our holes with His blessed shaft. We kneel before Phallus. We are God Phallus and He is us.

I love you sacred Savior with all of my soul.  Bless us with your presence. Knowing that you hang freely between the legs of our brethren. 

Hail Cock! 
Hail Cock!
Hail Cock!

Good morning brothers

I wake in lust for Him. May we get on our hands and knees to obey Him as we arch our backs and lift our asses to receive Him.  Let us speak His name as He slides His holy shaft inside us. Let us open our holes to Him and feel the length of His power enter us slowly until His mighty cock head touches our prostate as only the true God can. Let us feel His rhythm as He thrusts in and out of our asses. Let us cry out His name as we are blessed with His climax. Let His God semen flow through our bodies and out of our mouths as we become living fountains of His seed. In His holy name we pray.

Hail Phallus!
Hail Priapus!
Hail Cock!

To Charlie Meier

With Gratitude, Lust and Brotherly Love

I write these humble lines in your honor, Charlie. May the Lord Phallus anoint You with His Light once and yet again, my Brother.

Many teachers will you meet, even if unbeknownst to you or to them, as you make your way through the wondrous odyssey of Life. I pray that you meet many as kind and true as Charlie Meier. We have the power to touch people’s lives. When the Heart is honest and compassionate, our actions will naturally shed and multiply a light that brings us closer.

That is Charlie Meier to me.

A kind Man that is true to His Horny Self.

“Homosexuality is not for cowards,” is one of the tenets of my personal philosophy. I heard and learned it from a fellow maricón (a Spanish slur for a homosexual man, I now embrace) early on at the beginning of the exploration of my sexuality. The debate whether one is born a homo or made a homo is irrelevant; in my opinion, we are BOTH born and made. It is a SPIRITUAL choice. To be a homosexual is to stand in direct defiance to traditional expectations and preconceptions regarding gender identities, roles and sexual orientation. Although, fortunately, times are changing, many people continue to feel threatened by our homosexuality.

Despite the fact many societies are obsessed with sex, many, if not most, expressions of human sexuality are still taboo. This fear originates from centuries of repression and conditioning. If being a homosexual is bad enough, then being a homosexual who eagerly and frequently indulges and endorses his appetite for sexual gratification has got to be the worst under a conservative lens. Behavior that is regarded as openly lewd is frowned upon, even by many people within our queer communities.

Not every gay man is equally sexually driven. Not all crave sex with burning passion. But what if you do? What if you need Cock and/or Male Ass that bad you deem and know yourself a slut? What if you are a chronic masturbator who likes porn and desires to bond with other bators? What if you are a pig who loves to wallow in your own man-stink and engage in pig-play with similar Men every so often? What if you have uncommon kinks and fetishes like feet, leather, watersports and dad/son play? What if you enjoy your sexuality so much you have elevated it to a spiritual practice by which you seek to discover yourself as you worship the Divine Masculine manifested in and through You and your fellow Men?

(You can probably guess I am all of the above 😉

Do you dwell within yet another closet in fear, shame and guilt? Do you shut your sexual self away? Do you attempt to overcome your sexual urges just to try to fit in and please others? Do you clothe it in the garments of false modesty?

Men like Charlie teach us to embrace OUR Sexual Truth in consenting respect of other people’s free will.

I am not saying you should publicly expose yourself as a Cock Slut, just like He does. That defeats our simple message: be true to YOURSELF.

I believe we should all dare to be ourselves in every possible dimension of our lives. How often do we hold back out of shame? How often have we refrained from giving that hug, from trying something we coveted or from doing our best because we feared?

I believe that the expression of our sexuality is fundamental to our mental and emotional health.

We are both spiritual beings and sexual animals BY CHOICE, and at this day and age we are reclaiming the right to manifest realities in which we cherish and honor those choices, realities of mutual respect and brotherly love where we take care of our needs in solidarity instead of preying on each other.

I remember the first time I saw a picture of a naked Man. I knew it then. My heart beat ferociously as my Penis grew into one of those incredibly stiff erections that actually hurt. I knew I loved Men, and I feared. I feared because my society hated Men like me.

I remember not so much the first, but the second Man whose Cock I sucked. I remember myself drowning in the intoxicating day-long musk of His thick, mesmerizing, generously endowed uncut Member, proud and stout Son of the stock of the First Peoples. “Suck it,” He bluntly commanded. I knew it then. I knew it as I fell on my knees. I knew it as he guided my head and slowly stuffed my mouth with His Penis. I knew as I did as I was told, and I feared. I feared because only a maricón would enjoy sucking another Man’s smelly Pinga, and a maricón is an inferior man, society had it.

I remember that Cholo very well. He was somewhat effeminate, but at a physical level, he was in every single way archetypically masculine; He was stout and strong as they come, with a Verga to match, all of which my submissive self was helplessly drawn to. He was teaching me, and giving me what I wanted and needed, even if I was not completely ready for His lessons at the time. My first sexual teacher had been incredibly soft, gentle and considerate. I can barely remember Him. This Cholo, however, carried Himself like a dominant God before Me, and, as such, He was the first Man I truly worshiped, even if I hesitated. He was not rough, but He was decidedly stern. He knew I was a naturally submissive Cock slut WAY before I was ready to accept it, and treated me accordingly. Although submission and domination ebb and flow, I feel that when it comes to Homosexual Sex, the more submissive Man must naturally yield to the more assertive One. It’s normal, it’s natural. And there’s tremendous liberation, power and pleasure in embracing that.

I remember…

As it was meant to be, He was the One who claimed my Virginity in the name of the Lord Phallus…

I remember the pain and humiliation I felt as I was first penetrated by a Cock of considerable girth by a Man everybody knew to be a maricón. I feared. I feared because I found myself coming back to Him for yet more Dick. I feared because that had done it. I had officially become like Him. I was now a maricón.

It took many years before I was mature, wise and strong enough to fully understand, appreciate and embrace my sexuality. It would have been impossible without the lessons from Men like that Cholo I still idolize, without people like Charlie telling me it is OK to be a slut.

It is OK to be YOURSELF!

If loving and fetishizing the Male Form with this passion, with this utter feeling of wonderment, delight and loving adoration makes me a maricón, then, I confess myself the greatest maricón of them all!

If indulging my Penis with abundant masturbation while entertaining homoerotic and narcissistic thoughts and desires makes me a maricón, let it be known I have never been more proud of being a maricón!

If coming to the Fountain of Power to feed of His Magnificence while praising His Name with willing and grateful mouth makes me a maricón, then I am guilty! Guilty of my hunger for Him!

If offering my sweaty, odorous and hairy asshole to be opened, impaled, stretched and penetrated by my fellow Man’s aroused Rod of Power makes me a maricón, then I step forth to be relentlessly fucked and bred like the unapologetically horny, nasty and dirty Cock-loving maricón I proudly am!

Shall you need my Cock, my Brother, you can be assured I’ll give it to You, but remember: I only fuck sluts!

Dear Charlie, thank You for Your friendship, my Brother! Thank you for everything you taught and teach Me!

You don the Mantle of Your Lust by shedding shame and false morals. Modesty is a handmaid to fear and external authority. Like You, I choose to be a Man; I choose to embrace myself, and be myself. I am that I am. I love you, Charlie Meier!

Praise the Lord!

Imagine me kissing your shaft and looking at your whole erection.

I gently rub your corpora spongiosa between my forefinger and middle finger feeling you grow with firmness.

Easing back your foreskin and shaft skin I see your glistening glans oozing precum.

I lick it from under your frenulum and you harden even more.

Opening my mouth I take you past my moist lips grazing the top of your glans gently with my front teeth as it rests its weight on my tongue.

My hand reaches under my chin and through your open legs to cup your swollen testicles whilst my other hand massages a buttock cheek.

You are panting and you place both hands on my head as if I’m receiving a blessing. They slowly dictate the speed of your cumming orgasm.

Then as I touch your puckered sphincter with my finger you cry out:
“Receive this nectar that is given for you, take and swallow it for it is life and love.”

You fill my Chalice, coating my tongue, teeth, cheek walls and throat with the holy juice. I use my finger to gather up the excess I can feel around my lips and chin that has escaped my mouth during your thrusting explosion. Nothing of the divine and sublime essence is wasted.

I am satiated and saved by your sacrificial gift.

My lips firmly surround your penis, sucking it lightly as it slides out and I ensure no sacred sperm is lost.

Catching my breath I say “Thank you Lord” as I gaze at your softening enormity of length and girth and look into your grateful eyes.

You lift your phallus to touch and bless my forehead, cheeks and chin. It is the blessed confirmatory blessing of your pleasure.

“Praise be to you my Lord” I say.

“Nema” you say.

I faint and lie lifeless at your feet.

All Brothers in Penis

Let us stand together, dear brothers, and worship at the altar of the Holy Penis.

Let us praise Priapus, who manifests himself in the penises which hang from our loins.
Let us receive one another’s penises into our mouths and suckle Priapus’s holy gift.
Let our mouths be filled with blessed penis.
Let our tongues lick the precious nectars that flow from the penis.
Let us nourish 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 our brothers’ penises.
Let ejaculations fill mouth and belly with living sperm.
Let our moans of penis pleasure fill your ears, great Priapus, with reverent praise.

Talk to your Cock, and listen to Him.

Vox phallus vox dei.

Hail penis! Hail Priapus!

— Wanderson Goon

Cock Prayer

Phallic brothers pray to your COCK

(Grab your bulge)
Hail to phallus
Praise my semen
Glory to my MANHOOD

(Grab your penis)
Phallus blood flow
Engorge my mighty spear
Glory to my ERECTION

(Jerk your penis)
Brothers I Bate with you
Admire my gallant steed
Glory to my bull COCK

(Jerk hard in praise)
My hardy helmut is full
Bouncing between my manly thighs
Glory to my STUD BALLS

(Continue jerking)
My Load is for you Phallus
My powerful torpedo is filled with my man sperm
I jerk with my brothers

(circle around cup repeat and cum)
Glory to my stud MEAT
Glory to my man fluid
Glory to my sperm
Glory to my sperm

Eat your cum and the cum of your brothers.

— Wanderson Goon