It’s a Cock’s World

I have saved enough vacation time and enough money for a one-month trip to planet Phallus. It is tightly situated between Earth and Mars; you could say that it fucks Mars and is buggered by Earth, lol. Phallus is inhabited by gay men only. They are all naked and always proudly exhibit a hard-on. When you meet a new citizen, you don’t give a hand shake, you grab his cock and caress the mushroom. They call it a head shake.

My guided tour includes a visit to the Body Type Zoo and to the Museum of Phallic Art. There is free time to exercise at the Docking Fitness Center and to pay a tribute to the Bodybuilder Worship Temple. A visit of the Church of Holy Masturbation of Hotter-Day Saints is optional but worth a yummy detour, I’m told. To reach the Body Type Zoo, we take a 40-minute drive on the Hot Rod Transit Co. After a few stops, the driver yells out “Move to the back!” He really means “Shove it in the rear door!” You fuck the guy nearest to you. It’s as simple as that. I forgot to mention that the moto of planet Phallus reads “Bareback is a rule, raw pleasure is a must.”

The zoo’s main attractions are Bears, Cubs, Otters and Wolves. There are also Bulls, Pups, Bunnies and Rats (gym rats). I’m not too much into bears with a big belly, but I adore sniffing hairy armpits and ass cracks. I get to pick someone my age (37) but with a dick twice as long as mine. I bury my face in his furry nest, lick his low-hanging balls, and plunge my mouth to engulf the mammoth offering. He also wants to suck, so we engage in a hot 69 session. When this bear cums, he likes to taste his jizz in the most virile fashion. There’s only one solution, same as on planet Earth: he fucks me in the ass, floods my shit hole, pulls out and orders me to flush out ropes of his creamy nectar so that he can felch it. I’ve never seen a guy quench his thirst so avidly.

The wolf available is lean, muscular and silver. He’s an older sexually aggressive man looking for a partner about my age. He prowls around me, inhales my earthly scent – it seems to intoxicate him –, then Wolf attacks, covering me with fierce kisses. He was already hard and I thought he had reached the zenith, but his dick increases tenfold. Since I have just been ass-fucked by Bear, I indicate that I prefer a face-fuck. “No problem, I’m here to please visitors.” On that note, his tail penetrates all the way to the back of my throat. I both choke and moan with pleasure. “Just pull out a little bit; I want to suck your rod greedily, feel it pulsing vigorously; I want to pump your man juice like my life depended on a cum transfusion!” Otters and Cubs applaud loudly and encourage their friend Wolf to deliver the goods. A generous dose of white gold overfloods my mouth!

After the success of this savage visit, my guide suggests that we go for a drink at a bar known for its tasty appetizers. The place is called Tongue-in-Cheeks. The stools are set up so that our asshole is in evidence. Having an appetizer, here, is obviously tongue-twisting your way inside some guy’s butt, and vice-versa. To my surprise, the guide caresses my arse while giving me a wink. I respond with an inviting smile because I want so much to feel his short beard brushing in my crack, tickling my rear door before he starts darting my rosebud with his hungry tongue.

I spend a whole day at the Museum of Phallic Art. I am welcomed by a statue of Priapus, Greek god of fertility and male genitalia. All sculptors and paintings of Priapus show an oversized, permanent erection. The statue in front of me is life-size. The god’s appendage is so big that two guys can stretch out on his hard dick and have a 69 session. Next to Priapus is Pan playing the flute over an enormous cock crowned by a succulent mushroom (penis looks cut to me).

Heracles, also known as Hercules, is a Greek and Roman mythological hero known for his strength and far-ranging adventures. A marble statue of Heracles, made by sculptor Claude Bouscau, stands in the Parc Mauresque (Arcachon, France) since 1948. It stands 10 feet tall (3.1 meters). Bouscau reduced the size of the statue’s penis on two occasions after its installation, following complaints from local women. The appendage was frequently stolen, and in 2016 the city council decided it would not replace it, choosing rather to put a temporary penis when public events were held near the statue. The one on display in the Museum of Phallic Art does not have a cock. Guys are invited to cast their own cock and install it on the famous sculpture for a souvenir photo.

There is obviously a statue of David, completed by Michelangelo in 1504; it measures 17 ft x 6.5 ft (517 cm x 99 cm). The reproduction, here, has a slight difference (I should rather say a huge difference): David’s penis is 9 inches long (22.5 cm). Visitors line up to suck what they imagine to be the artist’s life-size dick. David’s butt has a heart shape, and I can’t resist caressing it. Another statue of Michelangelo is presented: Pietà. The marble piece of art blows your mind and inflates your already hard joystick. The sculptor depicts a crucified Christ not in the arms of his mother Mary but on the knees of his preferred apostle John… who caresses the divine stiff cock.

Rodin’s Age of Bronze is a life-sized statue of a young man. It measures 72 inches high (182.9 cm), and was created in Belgium where it was modeled in 1876. The sculpture was so life-like that Rodin was accused of having it cast directly from a real model, which was considered a dishonest artistic practice at the time. Academia favored idealized over realistic forms. In the case of the Age of Bronze on display in the Museum of Phallic Art, there is no criticism, on the contrary. The body of the young man borders on perfection, except that his penis has the size of his fist. Residents of the planet Phallus don’t complain; many of them show up every day to caress, lick and suck the bronze cock. I follow the tradition wholeheartedly.

Last but not least of the statues on display is the Manneken Pis, a landmark 21.9 inches (55.5 cm) bronze fountain sculpture in central Brussels, Belgium, depicting a little boy urinating into the fountain’s basin. Though its existence is attested as early as the 15th century, it was designed in its current form by sculptor Jérôme Duquesnoy the Elder and put in place around 1618. Manneken Pis has been repeatedly stolen or damaged throughout its history. The current statue is a replica from 1965, with the original being kept in the Brussels City Museum. On planet Phallus, the liquid coming out of the fountain boy is REAL PISS and guys flock for a golden shower. I had my face squirted with the precious amber liquid – that of an athlete – and I swallowed it as a succulent souvenir of my visit to the museum.

Time is running out and I would be sorry not to tell you about the Docking Fitness Center, the Bodybuilder Worship Temple and the Church of Holy Masturbation of Hotter-Day Saints. Under the sign of the Docking Fitness Center, there is a warning: uncut dicks only. You go in to wrap your foreskin around a buddy’s White, Black, Asian or Indian dick. Glans kiss voluptuously and pump their man juice inside one extra long seamless divine rod. Cock-to-cock fucking is more popular on planet Phallus than on planet Earth. As for the Bodybuilder Worship Temple, you pretty much have guessed that it’s a place to adore muscles. The more you worship a guy’s biceps and pecs, the more he sucks your cock. The more you worship his thighs and eat his firm butt, the more he fucks you hard and deep.

My final stop is at the Church of Holy Masturbation of Hotter-Day Saints. There is no lack of vocations on planet Phallus. There is even a waiting list for young men who want to be ordained priest and join the Order of White Gold. And there’s a hot reason for that. The main task of the young priests is to distribute holy communion on a daily basis in the church. On Earth, the bread and the wine represent the body and the blood of Jesus Christ; during the Eucharist, Catholics receive a host at the time of Communion. On Phallus, priests masturbate and spurt ropes of jizz in the mouth of three, four or five guys kneeling down. Going to church has never been so popular, so fuckin tasty!

At the end of my trip, I wanted to thank all the dudes who had made my stay so pleasant, especially the guide, the directors of the Museum and the Zoo, as well as the young priests. I greedily sucked, rimmed and fucked them all. They reciprocated with energy! At the last minute, the guide hinted that a special tip would be appreciated. I agreed and fisted him on the spot.