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 maric贸n (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 馃槈

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 maric贸n would enjoy sucking another Man’s smelly Pinga, and a maric贸n 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 maric贸n. 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 maric贸n.

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 maric贸n, then, I confess myself the greatest maric贸n of them all!

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

If coming to the Fountain of Power to feed of His Magnificence while praising His Name with willing and grateful mouth makes me a maric贸n, 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 maric贸n, then I step forth to be relentlessly fucked and bred like the unapologetically horny, nasty and dirty Cock-loving maric贸n 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!

Newcomer to the Garden of Cock – Part III

Erotic fiction and metaphors on some of the practices and beliefs of our Brotherhood

This is the third part to the mystic and sexual journey of a Man who has recently opened his Heart to Phallus, and become his devotee. For the first part, please click here. For the second, please click here.

Still drunk with the exhilarating energy my Brothers and I had exchanged during my Initiation, I found myself frolicking around the Garden. Full of a radiant, merry sexual warmth tingling away and into me, I ran and tumbled, kissed flowers, hugged trees and greeted dragonflies. Such was the playful abandon I felt as I savored a freedom years of rearing, schooling, and social conditioning had not completely buried in the cellars of my mind.

A figment of the memory of my Brothers and the Power we partook of was enough to turn the candlelight into a flame. I greedily masturbated my Cock as I chanted their names:

Aeneas! Ganymede!

The very sound, the music in the phonemes, seemed to be loaded with meaning, with intention, with lust, with magic. Saying their names made my hair stand, my heart race with lewdness, and my Meat ooze copious amounts of precum. In my arousal, my childish games momentarily ceased, and I turned my gaze towards the Tower of Man. Rising with majesty and unshaken determination, This was the House of my Newfound God.

With this certainty, I penetrated into His Abode.

When I crossed the threshold, the air, moist and crisp, shimmered softly. The interior was larger than it appeared from the Garden. Vast, tall, empty. Light dripped inside through a large oculus on the top and a thousand openings, some of them covered with irregular patches of stained glass which sprayed joyous color on the concentric granite slabs on the ground. There were no upper stories, no rooms, no furniture, no doors, no tapestries, no regalia, no men having wild sex. Nothing.

Just as I started to feel a pang of slight disappointment, I heard a familiar voice say:

“At last, My Son. At last You come back to Me.”

I turned around to face Alexandros, my Guide, my Teacher, my Mentor. Although He was not showing that original, wonderful and awe-inspiring Visage of God I witness when I first met Him-His appearance was perfectly Human-there was always something unnerving about Him. Perhaps because of His flowing beard and sound health, you could never tell His age. He looked like both Aeneas and Ganymede and, most disturbingly, a lot like Me.

“Welcome, my Son, to the House of the Lord Phallos, Shrine of the Divine Masculine, Fortress of Man, Hearth of the Loin-Fire, Fountain of Power, Bastion of Virility, Secret Garden of Men, Den of Male Lust, Divine Lingam, Tower of Phallic Light, and, my favorite, the Temple of the God Cock.”

Except for the Golden Pentacle and Chain hanging on His Neck, he was completely naked. His Body was a work of art; shaped as if some master sculptor had intended to capture and balance the quintessential qualities of Man. He was young and mature, muscular and supple, angular and rounded, all at the same time. He had just the “right” amount of body hair, which He proudly displayed, though his head was flawlessly bald.

“I am both the Steward and the Master of this House,” He said. “It is My House, The House of Cock; You are His, and He is Yours, hence You are Mine, and I am Yours.”

Jake Deckard, thank You for the inspiration, light and warmth you bring into this world.

He opened His arms in a welcoming gesture, and that sweet and savory manly musk I relished before, filled the air as His Cock grew into a stout, arrogant and solemn Erection.

I fell on my knees before Him. I could feel the Heat pulse and radiate from the turgid, mighty Member at the root, fragrant with the concentrated, intoxicating essence of Manhood. My mouth instinctively opened to welcome Him into my thirsty soul.

“Make no haste,” He commanded. “Close your eyes and delight in my Musk.” I did as I was told, and instruction continued. “Feel the swirling, odorous signature of this Rod of Wonder flood You, wash You, soak You. Feel Him make His Mark on You that You may know Me forever.”

The more I inhaled His manly scent, the more I loved it, the more I loved Him. His musk told countless stories; stories of Men burning with Lust, of Men yielding to the Voice of their Penises. Every Man I had ever loved smelled like Him somewhat.

“Open your eyes,” He bade, “and look at me.”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked upwards.

“Answer Me this,” He said without moving His lips, “what is it that You see?”

Although He was partially hidden against the cascading light, His Towering Presence was, without doubt, a visage of Masculine magnificence that was further heightened by His Voice resounding in my Mind.

“I see the Face of God,” I whispered in bedazzlement.

“Look up to Me then. Gaze at the splendor of Your Master, the Lord Phallus. Observe Me. Contemplate Me. Caress Me with your Sight. Admire Me. Study Me. Explore Me. Map Me. Know Me. Listen to Me. Hearken Me. Lust for Me. Adore Me. Worship Me. Venerate Me. Pay Homage to Me. Submit to Me. Surrender to Me. Yield to Me. Crave Me. Hunger for Me. Thirst for Me. Long for Me. Desire Me. Want Me. Need Me. Bear Me. Suffer Me. Endure Me. Ache for Me. Sigh for Me. Inhale Me. Think Me. Sing Me. Call Me. Pray to Me. Offer Yourself to Me. Open Yourself to Me. Welcome Me. Receive Me. Celebrate Me. Wed me. Love Me…”

“Become Me.”

With all my senses but touch saturated by Him, never before had I felt so vulnerable, so incredibly aroused. Longing for true, utter Communion, this Lust I felt surpassed the physical realm; in humble, tender reverence, I felt my very Soul praising Him, the Divine Masculine, the Universal Principle of All that is Male. With loving adoration, I marveled at His Power over Me, indeed, gladly, eagerly and willingly did I suffer my Lust for Him, a longing that grew as I sailed the ocean of His ineffable, inconceivable entirety.

“Alexandros,” I moaned, “Alexandros…”

He smile was almost child-like.

“Alexandros… Yes. One of my Names.”

He moved closer to me, or drew me towards Him; exactly, I cannot tell. Reality had become fluid, flexible. Reaching out to Me with unhurried leisure, He slid fingers that felt like cold fire towards my nape as He arched his pelvis backwards. His grip was unbelievably gentle yet imperially firm. The moment He touched my spine, the Lust I had been building began to flow upwards, like a boiling spring surfacing from fiery depths. Was He pulling me in midair, or was it my own sexual energy propelling us both?

“Cock.”

Space reverberated.

Floating in the middle of the rotunda, slowly, very slowly, He thrust forward.

“Cock.”

His advance met a groomsman readily, decidedly and completely willing; His in Body, Mind and Soul.

“Cock.”

The Battering Ram found no resistance; the Town’s Gates were wide open, just as the mouths of its expecting citizens who sang psalms to His Name.

“I am Cock.”

The Victor’s entourage seemed to have no end. His Mighty Warriors from past, present and future paraded along main street, where they were greeted as liberators with teary eyes, and given garlands in loving gratitude.

“I am Cock.”

In faithful and dutiful obedience, the Squire removed the helm, gauntlets, vambraces, spaulders, breastplate, mail and cuisses, and was then, in return, dutifully and faithfully rewarded while still kneeling, for His Lord could not wait for the entire plate to be removed.

“I am Cock.”

As Brother Jonathan approached the Altar, His eyes met Father David’s. The Priest avoided His Gaze while He administered the Body of The Anointed One, but when they came face to face, time seemed to momentarily freeze. Brother Jonathan had already received Communion earlier that morning. He would receive It yet a third time before the day ended.

“I am God.”

I opened my eyes to look at Him. The rocking motion of his lower body was mesmerizing, fascinating to watch. His Virility, His Fullness, His Greatness, His Generosity, His Kindness, His Lasciviousness; they were beautiful to behold. In truth, that wantonness, that lustful content and satisfaction, they all showed in His subtle grin. He gives of Himself because He wants to, because He loves to, because He takes tremendous pleasure from doing so. I can feel Him pouring His Phallic Energy into me. He is not merely fucking my mouth, He is Feeding Me, He is making me whole.

“I am God.”

I opened my eyes to look at Him. I confess His mouth, stretched and dilated, devouring My huge, consecrated Tool, is the most beautiful and pleasing sight in my entire Creation. Worship Him, My Son, Worship Me. How much bliss I take from Your Worship. Worship Him, My Brother, Worship Me. Feed Me that I may feed You in return. Worship Him, My Father, Worship Me. For You created Me, and I created You. Worship Him, My Beloved, Worship Me. For the Pleasure You give Me is the Pleasure You take. I Worship You, My God, I Worship Myself. For I am You,

“And I am God.”

Newcomer to the Garden of Cock – Part II

Erotic fiction and metaphors on some of the practices and beliefs of our Brotherhood

This is the second part to the mystic and sexual journey of a Man who has recently opened his Heart to Phallus, and become his devotee. For the first part, please click here.

My initiation had been intensely vivid; a powerful encounter with what I came to understand, rationally and emotionally, as my sexual and spiritual self. Those Men, My Brothers, my Teacher insisted, were different aspects of my own self. My mind, however, had not yet fully awakened; it had still to realize the great and many possibilities of authentic Phallic Awareness. Allow me to tell you, in much greater detail, how I came to choose the name Diogenes, my Name within the Brotherhood. Allow me to tell you how Mighty Lord Penis changed me the evening I first approached The Tower of Man.

I told you of the miraculous transfiguration of Alexandros, the leader, and the deep, intimate and enlightening sexual encounters with His two disciples. Following my one-on-one initiation with each of them, I was to experience the full power of what Alexandros called The Most Animal Lust.

鈥淔ill Him to the brim with Cock.鈥 He had commanded, and that is literally what they did.

Under the stern gaze of the Master of the Tower, the Mature Alpha Male known as Aeneas, and Ganymede, the Young Man I had mistakenly regarded as exclusively submissive, put aside every instance of modesty and turned me into a piece of flesh they used, groped and sodomized with unreal vigor and zeal. I seemed to lose myself amidst the waves of their unleashed, and seemingly unending wanton barrage. After the instruction to break my Ego, they treated me like the cheapest whore; there was not a single time one of their Cocks was not gaping one of my holes. I was called all sorts of names, urinated, spat on and sexually manhandled in every possible way.

At first, it hurt tremendously. It hurt my Ego as a Man. The Man called Aeneas, who had so fondly and gently made love to Me just minutes before, was now harsh and aggressive, completely oblivious to the discomfort He caused me; all that mattered to Him then, was the satisfaction of the unrelenting Power between his legs. The Mighty Daddy Bull would hold my head in place with his strong hands and fuck my mouth, bringing tears to my eyes as I gagged and choked. He pulled my hair like he meant to tear off my scalp as he sodomized me, making me howl as my back arched and my thighs shuddered. He would ask if He was being rough enough, if I was getting what I wanted. He said a bitch like me did not deserve any less.

Nonetheless, it was Ganymede who gave the final and definite blow to my inner walls. Earlier on, He had looked so boyish and vulnerable; now He appeared before my eyes as an Adonis in the prime of His Youth and Prowess. While His Cock was not as thick as Aeneas’, it was considerably longer, which made it even more impressive; every thrust by His awe-inspiring sword made me feel like my innards where being stabbed. While Aeneas spoke little, simply handling my body any way He pleased by the means of his amazing physical strength, Ganymede was very verbal; He exerted dominance by bossing me around. At first, I could not bear to look at Him in the eye and meet His mocking gaze. He seemed to take much delight in my humiliation.

“I could hear each and every one of your thoughts as you fucked me earlier,” He said. “Look at yourself dance at the mercy of my Cock and answer me with the heart. Which of us is the true slut now?”

At last, I surrendered.

A part of my consciousness shifted and I witnessed myself at the most sexually receptive I had been in my entire life. I could not believe the look of sheer ecstasy amidst the agony of pleasure and pain on the grimace of my face. Covered in dirt, and sweat, and cum, I moaned, panted and hollered like an animal as I took their unbridled Lust with utter abandon. Before my eyes, crimson spots of the densest kind of Lust seemed to dance around us as those Men unleashed their Male Beast upon me. As soon as I gave up, I saw myself loving every single bit of that mad, lascivious dance of excess. Even though I looked at myself with astonishment, I somehow knew it was My will that allowed for all of this to happen.

I wanted it all.

And I wanted more.

“I am. I am!” I cried in defeat.

“You are what?” demanded Aeneas and Ganymede at unison.

“I am a slut! I am a slut!” I repeated as if fighting for air.

Aeneas’ Cock grew unbelievably fatter as He plowed my wrecked asshole even more ferociously. From my deepest self, I let out a loud scream of ecstasy that seemed to both echo across space and hang in midair, like solid, thick fog. I felt as if I had been stripped of my very skin, of all masks, all layers, all lies.

Aeneas then spoke, once again with the deep, compassionate Daddy Voice I had fallen in love with.

“You are a slut for what?”

“I am a slut for Man. I am a slut for Cock,” I wept in liberation.

Somebody embraced me. It was Alexandros. He was standing, or rather floating next to me. The air around us shimmered. Beneath us it was dark and red, above us it was pink and gold. He brought my attention to my right and I gasped as I saw a vision of Aeneas carrying me in his arms with Ganymede by his side towards the Tower.

“Am I dead?” I asked in shock.

“You have never been more alive,” He replied as He motioned for me to look.

The two men took me to a warm pool. There they gave me a bath; gently, fondly. Their touch was warm and affectionate. They uncorked a bottle of a perfumed oil that smelled like orange blossom and rubbed it on me with the patience of the ages. It felt as if they were painting or writing something on me with their fingers rather than simply applying it. As Aeneas massaged me, Ganymede whispered or sang almost inaudible verses.

It was an ode of gratitude to the Divine Masculine, for bringing His Brother back to Him.

He breathed the words onto me, into me; when He pressed His nose against my neck, I felt a cascade of a tingling yet soothing energy fall lazily upon me. Aeneas pressed his hairy chest against my back and, bringing his arms and hands in front of me, He delicately squeezed my nipples sending waves of slow-moving electric fire across my body.

While I am at loss for words to describe what it all actually felt like, the truth is I was hard in an instant. I had never felt so tenderly loved and sexually aroused at the same time. Aeneas tightened his muscular embrace and leaned back, making me rest on his chest. As He gently pulled me back with brawny hands upon my pectoral muscles, He guided His Mighty Member into my Hole, thrusting it deep in an initial penetration that seemed to last forever.

I was a point in empty space that He filled with His Light, expanding, reaching out in all directions, growing ad infinitum.

Aeneas sang this time:

“My Son, you come, at last, back to Us.”

He sang as he penetrated me the most slowly I have ever been fucked.

I was in Heaven, being rocked in my Father’s arms as he filled me with His Love.

But I had yet to experience more.

As Aeneas pulled Himself out of me, Ganymede slowly spread my legs and began to penetrate me with His Shaft of Light, which seemed to have no beginning and no end, making me sing His Name in Praise and Adoration.

“My Brother, you come, at last, back to Us,” He declared.

And I looked at my Brother with playful eyes, and he looked back at me. And we knew it was as it once had been, as it ever has been between us. And we smiled.

No sooner had he taken His Beautiful Wand of Infinity, Father Aeneas was sliding His Scepter of Authority into my soul once again. Ganymede climbed on top of me and, ever so slowly, He began to impale Himself onto my diamond-hard Manhood.

Drowning in rapturous pleasure I knew it was my turn to speak at last:

“My Father, My Brother…”

“At last I come back to you.”

“In seeking Honesty I have found Myself. In seeking myself I have pushed aside the chains of false morals to partake of the Celebration of our common Manhood.”

“We are Men, and this is the Brotherhood of Men who love Men.”

“Among you, I shall be known as Diogenes.”

Vindication of our Phallic Lust

Reflections on Lust as the driving force of this reality

At Temple Priapus, often do we say that, as long as other People’s Free Will is honored and respected, One is free to fulfill, experience and indulge His Desires for such is the Will of the Source. As Men who cherish our Spiritual Freedom, we choose to live on the fringe of socially prescribed behavior when it comes to our Sexuality鈥攐ften even within our own queer subcultures鈥攁nd we defend that right with fervor. We defend it from shaming, from chastising judgement. It is that right and desire to express my Sexuality that leads me to confess, as I embrace and own epithets that have been thrown at us with derision,

An older picture of my greased Butt. Eagerly will it open to House the God Cock.

I AM a Cock-loving, Cock-worshiping Male Slut, and I fucking love it!

Please make sure to remind me of this truth once and again as I kneel before You, my Brother, to worship You, to worship Your Cock. Whisper it to my ear as you penetrate deep into my Naked Physical, Emotional and Spiritual Self.

I frequently reflect and write about the Vindication of our Lust, for, to me, it is an exercise of liberating rationalization that originates from my Heart, from my desire to break completely free from the shackles of guilt and shame which result from years, decades鈥攃enturies!鈥攐f conditioning. Centuries of being told we are wicked, sinful, immoral, unworthy, undeserving of God’s Love.

The reach and power of that culture and time-transcending conditioning should not be underestimated, Brother. That’s why it is so relevant for us to say with pride, and to say it often:

This is the God who Loves Us! This is the God We Worship!

He Loves Us that much, that He rises for Us every time to shower Us with His Energies and fill Us with Joy, Power and Pleasure, freely, unconditionally. He is Love devoid of the poisons of Fear, Extortion and Separation. Phallic Lust is the primal manifestation of that Love, among us Reveling Men who Love Men.

Lust is the one sustaining, driving force in this Reality.

This Reality can simply not exist without Lust. The entire natural world, in its lush, rich diversity revolves around sexual desire. Human Sexuality is not different, but it goes beyond reproduction and the propagation of one’s genes. When you are initiated into the spiritual nature of Reality you begin to understand the whole purpose of the dance is to be danced. We dance the Dance of Life to celebrate and indulge the Source’s inherent desire to manifest, create, expand.

Hence we are born and reborn in this reality, for as long as we want to, in order to experience physicality and a plethora of other interests, circumstances, sensations, emotions, challenges, adventures, limitations and forms of expression. Without desire, none of these can occur.

What drives You? What’s your passion? What are you waiting for in order to pursue it?

Lust is not exclusively sexual; we all Lust for many different things. There are lusts that are intellectual and/or philosophical, some lusts are emotional. The desire to know is a perfect example of an intellectual lust. The desire鈥攁nd need鈥攖o be loved, is emotional in nature. Spiritual Lust is the desire to transcend, to expand your consciousness, to encompass the very Truths of the Universe. Many “lower” lusts, such as ambition, are simply a desire to wield and exercise Power. Some lusts are masochistic in nature; many people desire to consciously or unconsciously yield to and suffer other people’s Power.

Sexual Lust is sensual in nature, that is, concerned with the gratification of the senses, but is also complex in its psychological, emotional and even sexual nuances. We all seek that which is pleasant to the senses, but also the means to satisfy several other layers of desire. Aesthetics has pondered on the issue for centuries; it seems Beauty is both relative and universal, which means that, while it is subjective, it is also determined by certain, specific constants.

Your humble servant has a weakness for mature, bald, beefy, bearded Daddy types.

As if to confirm this, the Phallus and His carriers are presented to us in Their rich, infinite variety and potential that appeal more or less to different individuals; many people seem to be particularly drawn to certain shapes, preferences in age, body type, hair and odor, skin color, etc. And yet, to us, Cock Lovers, there is an almost universal appeal to the sight of any engorged Penis arrogantly grinning at us, making us all swell with Lust.

This Lust too originates from the Source; for nothing exists out of it.

We refuse to regard it as a dirty desire that needs to be hidden away, suppressed, fought, neutered.

The False Prophets of separation tell us that whatever they regard as “sin” will separate us from God. Maybe from THEIR God, and its whimsical, evil manipulation, but never from the Source. In case it was not sufficiently clear, I shall repeat the hermetic principle:

Nothing exists out of the Source.

There is no separation, my Brother. There never was, there will never be.

We vindicate our right to Celebrate Penis, for Penis brings Men together. Our Brotherhood is possible because we have chosen to share our Phallic Lust. The only “evil” within our Brotherhood, is the “evil” you believe you carry in your own Heart.

Behold the perfection of your Brother’s diversity. He is “perfect” not because He exemplifies any given canon, but because He is God’s Will in the Flesh; He is a Spiritual, Physical, Intellectual and Emotional manifestation of the Divine Masculine, and He is worthy of Your assertive and/or submissive Worship simply because He is a Fractal of God, in His given Strengths andWeaknesses.

He, just like You, is a Son of the High God.

Listen to Your Penis. Listen to He Who never lies.

Listen to He Who Rises when He Pleases.

Join me, Brother. Join Us in the Phallic Celebration of our common Lust!

Hail Cock!

No longer Brothers in Arms; we are Brothers in Penis!

Towards a new reality of Fraternal, Phallic Interconnectedness

Despite the darkness reproduced by those who stubbornly cling to the monolithic structures of the past, this is an exciting time to be alive. More and more Men are partaking of practices inspired in pagan memory and traditions that predate the Judeo-Christian paradigms of deceit, control and manipulation, and celebrating our common identity as Men, as Brothers, as spiritual sparks of the Divine having a physical experience. Bear with me as we briefly explore these concepts together.

Monolithic Paradigms

I do not want to take too long on this item, for many of us are already moving beyond the intellectual, emotional, physical and emotional restraints and spiritual blackmail of toxic Judeo-Christian thought.

Monolithic means rigid, uniform, which are appropriate words to describe the edifices of any instance of organized religion which prescribes behaviors that must be adopted without question. Why is it relevant to discuss paradigms conceptually? Because paradigms are structures of thought that heavily condition our perception, understanding, interpretation, manifestation and interaction with reality and phenomena. If you believe, for example, that Men are born “sinful” and “wicked,” your mind will recreate and reproduce this idea and reinforce it every time you are presented with evidence for your views. If you refuse to consider Men under other perspectives, all you will see in them is “sin” and “wickedness.” The universe is potential energy that reflects back the focus of both our fears and desires.

The only kind of Priest a Cock Worshiper needs. 馃槈

If you had, like I did, a Christian upbringing, you have probably been told a thousand times that any form of sexuality鈥攖ouching yourself included鈥攐utside a heterosexual marriage sanctioned by the Church is evil and sinful. This creates a terrible sense of guilt, shame, anxiety and frustration that perverts the mind, for the expression of human sexuality is fundamental to a person’s emotional well-being.

This and other paradigms typical of ancient patriarchal societies, such as scarcity and war (the need to fight other Men to protect our belongings or take theirs under the premise that there is not enough for everybody), are completely obsolete. Many Men and Women these days seek to embrace lifestyles built more strongly upon community, not the isolated suburban dream and aggressive neocolonial interventionism which were typical of the materialistic and positivist American paradigm following World War II. It is a well-known fact that one planet would not be enough if everybody could live like the archetypical average American. As the middle class shrinks, a system based on greed and the transference of wealth and power to fewer hands reveals its unsustainability and heralds its own demise in the long run.

“There is enough on Earth for everybody’s need, but not enough for everybody’s greed.”鈥擥andhi.

Paganism: revival and new perspectives

As an archetype, the Horned God appeared in many cultures from the Pagan past.

It could be argued that Men and Women had a more positive鈥攁nd healthier鈥攙iew of human sexuality before the waves of Aryan migrations/invasions (Celtic culture being an exception, since, culturally speaking, they were quite distinct to the rest of the Indo-European family) and before the establishment of even more rigid Judeo-Christianity. Greek culture, for example, had Aryan roots as evidenced in their male-dominated pantheon. According to some scholars, Classical Greece was not at all a paradise of open, hedonistic homosexual indulgence, but they did have a strong, refined, erotic and homoerotic reverence towards the human body. Many cultural artifacts and texts suggest Men were more in contact with their masculinity and enjoyed it more fully, particularly in much older Greek culture.

We believe our Penises can help us bridge the physical and the spiritual.

We acknowledge the pagan influence in modern Phallicism, but, because of our contemporary reality, we bring in fresh, new perspectives. We draw inspiration from the past; we do not seek to copy it. Temple Priapus is not a religion, but a Brotherhood of Men who Love the Phallus, a space to share different sexual, cultural and spiritual ideas from various phallic perspectives.

Just like in most organizations with a democratic character, our views sometimes contradict each other. Nevertheless, all Men of our Brotherhood acknowledge our Cocks as a manifestation of the Divine Masculine. Contrary to common thought and beliefs which abhor and condemn human sexuality, we believe that the satisfaction and indulgence of our Phallic Lust is good and positive , that it can heal us and that it can heal the world.

We are Brothers

Men experience a natural drive to share and celebrate their physicality, but Society teaches them early in life that the sexual line should not and must not be crossed. All kinds of play between Men are valid, except for the open expression and sharing of their sexuality. While many of us disagree with the above, we do not want to impose our preferences and desires on others. Instead, our Brotherhood is open to all Men who feel a natural desire to seek and worship Penis. Although that desire often manifests in homosexual tendencies, we welcome all, regardless of their sexual orientation.

If you have ever found yourself wishing you could join a circle like the one above, this Brotherhood is for you. Regardless of shape and size, our Penises speak to each other. When they come together, vibrating in a frequency of shared, brotherly, Phallic Lust, we experience an undeniable bond, a sense of camaraderie and playful complicity that allows us to create a space where we are encouraged, supported and welcomed to express our sexual selves freely, respectfully, shamelessly, lasciviously…

The faces you like to make when you are beating your Man-Tool, or when your Brother’s Cock is deeply plowing your greedy Asshole. Not only has your Brother witnessed the kinks you discreetly keep beneath the necessary social fa莽ade of decorum and “correctness,” he has celebrated them with you. Your Brother knows of your goon, of your porn collection, of the plethora of sex toys in your room. He knows you like to talk dirty when you top. He knows you are fond of poppers, of piercings, of man-stink, of piss, of leather, of cigars and/or feet. He knows your balls are super sensitive. He knows how loud you moan and whine when you come, and He knows how vulnerable you feel at that moment…

He knows what you are into for he has been there with you.

Brothers-in-Cock develop a powerful bond that is forged at the most intimate layers of their incarnated selves, of who they are as Men.

It is a bond we love to express in the physical, but goes beyond the physical.

As it was before.

As it is now.

We will always be there for each other, to support each other, to care for each other, to love each other, to celebrate our Masculinity in the Flesh. We no longer need to hurt each other, to steal from each other, to spill our Brothers’ blood fighting wars that only serve the ambition of those who seek to own the entire planet.

We are no longer Brothers in Arms…

…We are Brothers in Penis!

Sodomy and Love

Sodomy as a Loving, Bonding Sacrament between Men

February the 14th. Amidst the commercial, cheesy and sugary, but often pleasant, funny and enjoyable expressions of love and friendship, I conclude we only display before others what Society deems acceptable. It is behind closed doors where we dare to voice our deepest, most intimate selves.

Freedom found, at last, in the confines of a room; a mirrored space where we face our bodies, both their beauty and their imperfections, both our confidence and our fear; our untamed fantasies, our hidden desires and, perhaps, most importantly, our need to commune with others and indulge our sexual selves.

For our sexuality is not a mere addition to our personality; it is the foundational framework of the personality that defines every other aspect of it.

As we abandon ourselves to our primeval Lust, by the grace and trust of our relationship with the Other, we naturally close our eyes as we drift within. In the space between all, we become vulnerable, yet one with the Universe, we come before our naked and sacred soul.

We come before ourselves…

…and our Humanity.

It is beautiful beyond words.

Men celebrating their Masculinity at the most intimate level. Love between Men truly is an act of manhood, an act of fraternity. If this is so, then Sodomy has got to be the ultimate bonding sacrament between Men, between Brothers.

Along the spectrum of all stereotypes and identities, the Brother who would receive the Sodomic Sacrament spreads His legs just like the blossoming orchid opens herself before the Sun’s first light, and begs the Man before Him, His Priest, to fill Him, to sate Him, to Honor the Spiritual Covenant. The Priest, the Deliverer, is bound to oblige, for, driven by a similar Lust, His desire, and nature, is to express and reinforce His Masculinity over His receptive Brother by imparting what He desires before all.

It might seem as Masculinity is about taking, but I believe it is the other way around:

Masculinity is, primarily, about giving.

And that is what We Men do during Sodomy: We deliver Power, Pleasure, Energy; We inject our very Lifeforce by wielding and thrusting our Glorious Penises deep into each other! We offer Ourselves in loving and submissive Worship as a Chalice for the Glory of the Divine Masculine, Who We adore and seek to please and to commune with.

Behold the mystery of the Sodomic Sacrament:

At a higher level of awareness and consciousness, the Man You penetrate truly is YOU. Likewise, the Man Who penetrates You, is YOU as well, because The Source truly is ONE and undivided.

…thus You BOTH are GOD.

You are both SPARKS of the DIVINE MASCULINE.

It is in this realization that we begin to understand Sodomy can be embraced as a Ritual, as a Sacrament between Men by which Energy can be exchanged between them. Even at its most animal, at its lewdest, Sodomy, when consensual and respectful of each other’s Spiritual Selves, too is an act of love, for it is the enactment, expression and satisfaction of desires that too originate within the Source, for the Source encompasses and sustains everything that is.

While the word sodomy conjures gruesome mental images of raining fire, of pillars of salt, of eternal damnation, of filth and perversion, we know beauty and ugliness are in the eye of the beholder. The quest to establish universal scales and codes of “Truth” and “Beauty” is doomed to fail from its very beginning, for the only major Truth there is, is the hermetic principle that everything is part of the Source and the Source is in everything.

As Children of the Source, ever do we seek to express, explore and celebrate ourselves!

Hermeticism teaches that everything expresses along a spectrum of polar opposites, which are not exactly two distinct features, but grades of a single quality. Cold and heat, for instance, are but degrees of the energy parameter we call heat. Sodomic desire manifests along a spectrum of receptiveness-assertiveness, thus there is power in the recognition and acceptance of the direction we tend to lean to. Still, one of patriarchy’s greatest flaws is the idea that the male/assertive pole is superior to the female/receptive one. However, since BOTH are part of the WHOLE, and BOTH polarities exist within each of us, we know this to be a terrible mistake that has brought much suffering to BOTH men and women. In sexual expression, our roles are not necessarily fixed, for human sexuality is fluid. As a versatile that leans towards sweet, slutty submission, it never ceases to amaze how much I can enjoy penetrating another Man as I whisper in His ears:

You are mine now.

Those of Us who love uninhibited, unbridled anal sex are Sodomic Revelers who take great pride and delight in the lascivious indulgence of the Flesh. We defeat the poisons of guilt and shame and merrily offer ourselves to the satisfaction of our primal, animal desire to copulate not for reproduction, but for the pleasure we draw from Sodomy itself.

There is hardly a more masculine act.

The uninitiated looks at the picture above and grimaces in disgust and disapproval.

The Sodomic Cock Worshiper, in turn, grins, nods and approves. Where others see ugliness, abomination and sin, He sees the beauty, harmony and benediction of two brave and honest Men celebrating Masculinity and getting from each other exactly what they crave, what they need.

The Matrix hates Sodomy, as well as all other acts of Homosexual Male Love, because it brings us Men together, and that is detrimental to the agenda of separation, manipulation and control.

Listen not to those who are too eager to prescribe how you should, or must live your life. Listen instead to the voice that invites you to hold your buddy in your arms and admire the miracle that He is.

For Men, there can be no romance without sex.

Partake of Sacred Sodomy with unbridled Lust and gratitude. Tell your partner how beautiful He is, how much you love to fuck Him, how much you love to be fucked by Him, how much you love His Cock.

Never take your sexual partner for granted.

Honor Him. Respect Him. Worship the God in Him.

God is not an external entity from which you are separated, disconnected.

He is literally sitting within you, for you are a part of Him.

From my October 2017 essay called The God Who Loves You:

“He knows you better than anyone because He is You. He is not there spying on You to make a list of all Your “sins” and “good deeds” to punish You or reward You in an extraterrestrial heaven or hell.

Behold THIS World, the Paradise created for the celebration of life, of pleasure, the world Patriarchy has raped and laid to waste, the world they are destroying with our complicity.

Every act of rebelliousness, like Sodomy, is a way to say “Fuck You” to their institutions and lies.

Cock knows you better because He is the MALE and the HOMOSEXUAL SEX DRIVE in YOU.

He knows when You need tender love-making鈥

鈥nd He knows when You need to be pinned against a surface and literally have the shit fucked out of You.

He understands Your Needs; He celebrates them and wants to satisfy them.

Between consenting Men, they are all acts of love.”

Twice Blessed

Verses of Gratitude to the God Cock

On the evening of January 17, 2019, two Men of a exceptional virility, took turns to give me one of the most memorable fuckings of my entire life. These verses express my lust and my gratitude to these dominant, alpha Brothers; may the God Cock bless their generous hearts and grant them with many years of admirable, rock-hard, awe-inspiring, precum-leaking erections that they and the submissive Brothers they fuck may experience countless nights of uninhibited and lascivious male pleasure and communion in Cock.

One eve past,

Cloaked in dusk and dying light,

At the Altar of Eternal lust,

Cock, my God, blessed me twice.

Faithful, masculine, mysterious rites,

Bound in power and pain and pleasure,

As my knee bent in obedience,

Cock, my Lord, owned me twice.

*

Every pilgrim eventually finds

Whatever it is his heart desires.

*

One eve past,

I,

Who had crossed the valley,

sailed the seas,

and braved perilous forests and sands;

I,

Who had flown over the Pyrenees,

and the Altai,

and the Rockies,

and the Atlas;

Looking for God in every shrine,

Visiting temples and Holy Sites;

Found redemption, at last,

at the Altar between His thighs.

Hefty, stout, unyielding,

A stern, life-giving master who takes what He wants.

鈥淪uch is Your magnificence,

Such is Your splendor,鈥

I sang,

鈥淒eliver me, Priapus, Pan;

Sirius, Sikandar Basileus, Adonai.鈥

*

He of the precious staff,

speaks not like clamorous thunder

for all to hear, for all to bide;

He speaks to You and You alone.

A deep, bass whispering rumble,

Blowing from the depths of a mountain shaft.

*

鈥淲hat is it that you offer,

before your Liege, my Boy, my Child?鈥

*

My heart beating ferociously,

I slowly disrobed before His hungry sight.

鈥淚 offer myself, my Sire.鈥

*

O I am in love with his wicked, condescending smile!

I grovel before Him,

I grovel before the edifice of His growing, towering presence.

鈥淚n body, mind, and soul, you are Mine.鈥

*

He gropes my worshiping holes

with shameless indecency:

*

鈥淚t is with this, you shall now part.鈥

*

One eve past,

His throbbing flesh gaping my mouth,

His inebriating musk flooding my nostrils,

Cock, my God, made me gag.

*

鈥淭ake it,

O my Whore of a Son,

Take it good,

Take it right.鈥

*

Grinning with gusto,

Using me with delight,

Cock, my God, blessed me twice.

鈥淲orship Me,

Worship the Cock that made you

with mouth open wide.鈥

*

He stuffed me His meat,

Tears slid from my eyes,

Cock, my God, blessed me twice.

*

One eve past,

As I lied spread on the sacrificial slab

The deliverance I craved so bad,

Cock, my God, decided to impart.

*

鈥淭ake this Big Cock,

O sweet, fucking slut,

Take it, My Boy!

Take it like a Man!鈥

He fucked me to the hilt,

Making me whimper, moan and sigh.

Cock, my God, blessed me twice.

*

鈥淪urrender to Me,

Surrender to the Cock that is fucking you,

To the Cock that gave and gives you life.鈥

*

鈥淪urrender to Me,

Surrender to the Living God sodomizing you,

To the Cock that enraptures your Heart.鈥

鈥淪urrender to Me,

Surrender to the Flesh of Man impaling you,

To the Cock that teaches you both humility and pride.鈥

*

鈥淪urrender to Me,

Surrender to the Mighty Hammer forging you anew,

To the Cock that is both Fire and Light.鈥

*

One eve past,

I married my Groom,

And I was His.

And He was Mine.

At the Altar of Eternal Lust.

Cock, my God, blessed me twice.

The Triumph of the God Cock

May 2019 be the year you defeat Shame

Ever-beautiful Donny Wright proudly displaying his Cock for all who worship Him!

Last Saturday, December 30th, 2018, I went to the Bathhouse to celebrate the end of the year by worshiping Cock, my God. A receptive homosexual by nature, I longed for the Lord to bless my hole and inject a blast of sheer, empowering virility into me. Other Men, knowingly or unknowingly, had also gathered for the last Cock Rites of the year. Men were so hungry for the God Cock that night… their hunger was astonishing to witness, amusing even. My Dick surprisingly ended up deep up the ass of three other Men, rather than the other way around.

They wanted Cock so bad, I had to oblige!

In Sacred Sodomy, I will always prefer to bottom; it is what comes more naturally to me. However, nobody needs to explain to me how fucking good it feels to subdue a fellow Man with your Penis for I know it from first-hand experience. From time to time, I do love a fellow slut begging for more of my Dick as I dominate Him sexually and verbally.

The third Man I played with, a chap from Colombia, was a Pig, just like myself, but sluttier! Pigs make an instant connection. You can tell a fellow Pig by something in their eyes, their lewd demeanor, their scent, their enthusiastic vocalizing, their fiery hunger, their lack of shame and their love for kinks. Pigs happily allow for the animal to take charge and are more concerned with sharing and indulging their primal lust than passing judgment on people and their looks.

Two pigs together go wild, like weasels in heat.

Oh, my fellow Pig of a Brother, if only you could read this note… Thank you for the best sex I had in the entire year!!!

Now to the reason why I am sharing this anecdote. My Brother and I had been fucking, rimming, fingering etc. in a rather public, common space within the bathhouse. At the beginning I was quite conscious and uncomfortable about people watching us, but I eventually got so aroused I did not pay mind to anything or anyone other than my Lover. When we took a break, people who had either heard us (I had been quite verbal), or seen us, looked at me funny…

Was it disgust? Was it admiration? Was it envy? Was it bewilderment? Was it arousal? Was it curiosity? Was it disapproval? I did not care to find out, but they would not stop staring at me. As I walked with my semi-erect Penis (I hadn’t come yet and we would fuck some more later), my aura was tingling with satisfaction, pride, joy and radiant, sexual energy.

I do not necessarily endorse any of the play my Brother and I partook of, except for one: the defeat of shame.

Society has conditioned you to hate yourself because you masturbate, because you love men, because you are not “man enough,” because your Cock is average or small in size, because your body does not match a canon, because you speak funny, because you have fetishes and other “perversions,” because you fuck men, or because you love to be fucked by them, because you are wicked, sinful, dirty. You have been taught to hate yourself even within our various marginalized subcultures, because you are different, because you disagree in political issues, because you like sex too much or too little, because you only bottom or because you only top, because you are a bear or because you are twink, because you are effeminate, because you like BDSM, because you are solosexual, because you are bisexual, because you sometimes like to bareback, because you will not settle with just one partner or because you prefer just one sexual partner, because you are not dashingly funny, because you do not look a certain way, because you are rough around the edges, etc.

Because you won’t conform to somebody’s standards.

The last three years I have been working on the internalized shame of my sexuality. I have so many Men, so many Brothers, to thank for their aiding me, directly or indirectly, in finding myself. Brothers who held and embraced me in their arms. Brothers who knelt before me and worshiped my Penis. Brothers who taught me the art of male touch. Brothers who spread my legs and mercilessly shoved their Cocks into my hungry asshole. Brothers that showed me there are many other Pigs like myself who absolutely love me for what I am. Brothers who listened to me when I needed it the most. Brothers that gave me a hand when I needed it the most. Brothers who created wonderful erotic art. Brothers who created lewd pornography and music. Brothers who inspired my creation of lascivious audio files. Brothers who revealed to me masturbation as a sacred right and practice. Brothers who taught me being a slut is a gift. Brothers who taught me of Male and Cock Worship and welcomed me into their community…

Brothers that taught me Cock is God, and God is Cock.

I still have a long way to go down my unique, individual path. Nevertheless, my Brother, may 2019 be the year you too defeat shame.

Beyond fear, beyond false morals, when Love, Honesty, Respect and Acceptance of Ourselves and The Other are held in the highest regard, Lust too is revealed as an aspect of the Divine. Wield the Celebration of Cock Lust and its boundless Pleasure as a Flame to consume the shame that has kept you from being Yourself.

“Allow yourself to be yourself.” Thank you, Matthew Mason!

Dare to be Yourself!

To a Cock-blessed 2019!

Hail the God Cock!

Between Shadow and Light

Personal reflections on lust towards the end of the year

This year was just as tough as I foretold, although I have no powers of soothsaying. Close people we loved, good people, kind people; some of them are no longer with us. The various forces within this paradigm of power and control continue their stranglehold on Humanity, draining societies of the unprecedented, enormous wealth we collectively produce while feeding us an illusion of scarcity, deprivation and desperation that pits us against each other. They poison the soil, the water, the air, the very food we eat. They flood us with an endless, inane dog and pony show of duality, entertainment, political turmoil, fraud, illegal wars and false morals.

But the Human Spirit is stubborn, luminous, sovereign, unbroken, undivided.

This is the darkest hour before dawn.

Humanity is waking up from the spell, and they cannot stop it.

Our Brotherhood reborn is just one example. Rather than raising arms against our Brother, for the benefit of twisted Men whose psychopathic ambition is to own the entire Planet and control us all, we are the Stock of Men that prefers to make love to each other. In the nakedness of the flesh, we bond in Penis, the essence of our common manhood. Hatred and shame have no place among us; they are defeated as lust and love are crowned.

We are reshaping reality with every stroke of the glorious God Head, with every thrust into our Brothers’ worshiping chalices.

Primordial Eros comes before every other god, specially Chronos-Cronus-Saturn, the Architect of this Reality, one out of countless other ones. We choose to dwell in the Temple of Unconditional Love, for Love is, after all, the source and energy that both sustains and manifests everything that is.

Our Phallic Lust is one of the gifts of the Divine Masculine, who we worship.

Often has this Lust been deemed dirty, evil, impure, egotistic, narcissistic.

Talk about spiritual, emotional and sexual sabotage, of blackmail and alienation! Without sexual desire, life as we know it ceases to exist on Earth. And yet, sexuality goes so much farther. Humans are not at all the only species that engages in sexual play with purposes other than reproduction.

Oh, my Brother… if you could join me as I write this note, if you could watch me edge my sweet and savory Cock, my rod glistening with oil, irradiating, broadcasting a signal of lust and bliss across space, sharing in my room, warm with my heat and my musk. I would teach you Lust must necessarily be born out of a desire for selfish satisfaction, so it can then be shared as a desire to satisfy others.

To bring pleasure to my Penis is to bring pleasure to my entire Universe!

My Cock is average in size, but those who have sought to worship Him, know Him to be a generous Lord. Since I am mostly drawn to submissive homosexuality, I understand that the satisfaction of my Alpha and his Glorious Cock is what leads to the satisfaction of my desire.

My personal belief is that selfless martyrdom is not the Way of Cock, at least not my
way. The satisfaction must be mutual. Pain, of course, has its place in our body of practices, and many of us actively seek various degrees of sadomasochistic pain in our sexual play. However, I believe pleasure to be both our rudder and the ultimate goal. Those of us who add components of pain, domination, submission, etc. to that goal know that they highlight and contrast that pleasure we seek and satisfy a number of desires that we often are too embarrassed to share.

Believe me, your Brother-in-lust understands you better than anyone…

You must seek that what satisfies your desire first.

When Brothers then get together, that which was “dark” and selfish becomes luminous and communal.

Witness the gratitude in your fellow Bator’s eyes. The sharing of your Holy Masturbation allows for a deep bond to be established between you.

Witness the bliss your devoted sucking of His Cock brings Him. When He closes his eyes, and sighs and moans, you know you are doing your job right. Worship at the fountain of His Power that you may be nourished and replenished.

Witness the ecstasy your vigorous fucking brings your Brother. Hear Him sing to the rhythm dictated by your Penis. As you inject your male energy into Him, savor the Hole He has so eagerly offered for your enjoyment, for your pleasure!

Both of you are servicing the other…

Both of you are worshiping each other!

May the coming year bring you plenitude, awareness, fulfillment, joy, health and success in your endeavors. May the Divine Masculine pour His life-giving energies upon you, bestow you focus, virility and power, ignite your desire and manifest with plenty of opportunities to worship Him in solitude and in Brotherhood!

Hail Cock!

Heaven at your Hands

Adopting a state of Phallic celebration

Every encounter with COCK is an occasion of great joy.

Whether you are by yourself or in the merry company of your Fellow Brothers, engaging in sacred, meditative Masturbation or partaking of glorious, sodomic Communion, embrace Holy Phallus as a giver of light, warmth and happiness.

The sheer pleasure you take from your service to The Lord Penis is your Divine Right as a Man, as His Son. As a fractal of God, you carry Him within you. He is You. You are He.

Slightly over a year ago I wrote on my Cock is God blog:

“Many have spent their entire lives seeking God, attempting to understand God. Wandering wanderers, they reach outside. They climb lofty, holy mountains and descend into dusty, lifeless tombs. They seek, but they cannot find, for what they so fervently look for, from the moment they are born until they die, peacefully and timelessly sits inside.”

God literally dwells within your hand’s reach.

At the Center, at the Root of your Manhood, He awaits.

Just like the virile Bull squirts half a billion sperm, the Divine Masculine, our Father, manifests itself by giving birth to countless children. We, the Sons He fucked and ejaculated into existence are called to return to the Source. The entire journey of the Hero, is but a metaphor of His return to the Root.

To acknowledge His presence, go within. Come to the Center.

His Gifts are Yours to savor.

To indulge the God Cock is to indulge Yourself.

Heaven is not a place you go to, my Brother.

Heaven is a State of Consciousness.

Be done with the deceit of organized religions and their institutions of psychopathic control:

You do not need to earn what is already yours.

Heaven is the natural state of ecstatic interconnection with all things. Under the rules of reality on this Planet, we voluntarily agree to play the game of illusory separation by which it seems we are disconnected from each other, from living things, from the elements, hence we suffer. However…

Separation is, once again, an illusion from which all negativity originates.

Cock is, by spiritual design, the Tool to undo the Void.

Cock Fills, Penetrates, Injects, Creates, Impregnates, Sates, Revives, Renews, Delivers, Electrifies, Energizes, Transforms, Enlivens, Animates, Enraptures, Empowers, Imparts, Fathers, Heals, Soothes, Teaches, Feeds, Captivates, Liberates, Uplifts, Inspires.

To deem Cock anything but good, magnificent, handsome, magical, divine, is to fall prey to the ongoing short-circuiting of Humanity, to the manipulations of those who want to make you believe you are inherently evil.

If you choose to believe that, the outside world will be as a reflection of your illusory, inner turmoil.

If you choose to believe the opposite, the outside world will be as reflection of your inner goodness.

Celebrate Manhood! Celebrate Penis! Celebrate Yourself!

Cock and all His Gifts, are YOURS to take. To share!

UNCONDITIONALLY.

Hail Cock!