Your Cock Is My God

Michael, 56, is so excited. He will officially become a member of the Priapus Brotherhood, Toronto chapter. Gay and single, Michael had first noticed a male erotic sex shop emporium called Priape, on Church Street, in the heart of the city’s Gay Village. When he researched the name, a whole world of Cock worship opened.

In a nutshell, Priapus (Πριαπος Πριηπος in Greek, Priapos in Latin, Priape in French) is a minor Greek god, son of Dionysus and Aphrodite; some scholars give also his father as Hermes, Pan or even Zeus. He is the god of male generative energy, a nice term to say God of Cock Power. Priapus is depicted as having an oversized and permanent erection.

When Michael shows up for his baptism in the Priapus Brotherhood, he is welcomed by a guard of soldiers wearing only boots and a helmet, plus exhibiting a firm hard-on. Michael is asked to squeeze the president’s erect cock with his right hand, and to stroke his own rod with his left hand. They advance towards the statue of Priapus for the holy pledge.

“Master, Lord and Owner, I come before You not as a friend or equal but as a worshipper of your Divine Manhood. Kneeling now before You, who are Master, Lord and Owner of all that I am, I profess my faith: Your Cock is my God.”

Everyone around Michael has a tireless erection. He wonders how long he will be able to keep his hard-on. This question is futile because all the White, Black, Asian and Indian surrounding bodies are a rainbow of stimulation. Champagne is served and some add drops of pee or jizz in their glass, calling it Sparkling Nectar.

The Brotherhood welcomes all men (gay, bi or straight), regardless of nationality, ethnic origin, religion or skin color. Michael notices that a younger member keeps coming and going, nonchalantly caressing his butt. As the attraction seems mutual, the conversation is lead by the young enthusiastic man.

“Hi. My name is Alfred. I was baptized last week, and I must follow a special tradition in our club.”

“You intrigue me. What does that consist of? 

“It’s an unwritten rule stating that I get to be the first one to suck your dick.”

“Just admiring your own rod and hearing you say this makes me so horny. Is there a private place where we can have fun?”

“Oh, it has to be done in front of the whole Brotherhood.”

In no time, Alfred is on his knees to kiss and lick Michael’s scrotum, testicles and penis. As other members gather to watch, he tickles the tip of the penis – which he likes to call the one-eye trouser snake – with his pointed tongue, then gradually starts thrusting the schlong into his mouth. The crowd applauds as the sucking intensifies. Edging is a must at this moment. When Alfred feels that Michael is on the verge of exploding, he gets up and whispers: “Don’t cum immediately, others will want to taste your big load.”

The twenty or so members walk in procession towards an altar on which stands an enormous ciborium. Every one kneels to masturbate in turn and pour his cum into the holy cup. The president is the last to shed "tears"; he then kneads the reward before distributing the best holy white Communion.

Every meeting of the Priapus Brotherhood is an occasion for Michael to bow down before his Creator, the Mighty Virile Appendix. There is no proof needed, but he always finds a reason to hail the Sacred Cock made to the image of the unseen God through Whom all things were made. On one occasion when the group is served a meal, Michael is asked to recite the blessing prayer. It pops out spontaneously: “Bring unto us a lover whose loins are fruitful like the ripened oranges of Valencia, and whose phallus could shame the boastful centaur. Amen.”

At the end of Autumn, members are invited to display iconic cock items for a Christmas gift sale. The collection of pieces is always an amazing array of homoerotic art, ranging from reproductions of museum penis artefacts to pipes and bookends in the phallic shape. This year, the lead item is a lamp; as expected, the balls form the base, and the lampshade rests on a fully inflated penis. Once the light is on, the lampshade reveals its power: the glass has the shape and color of a gigantic explosion of sperm.

Michael has a confirmation of what he has once read online. It was along these lines: no matter if cock is erect or not, no matter if cock is in your mouth or in your asshole, or simply touching your body or just hanging down, oozing fresh cum spurting it to the heavens — it is so beautiful, so magnificent and so full of life.

He feels blessed by being part of the Priapus Brotherhood. Neither top nor bottom, rather versatile with a slight preference for bottoming, Michael whole heartedly adopts the “Hymn to our Brothers Sucking Cock and Fucking Ass” found in the Book of Cock Prayer published by Temple Priapus:

“Holy Fuck! Holy fuck! Holy fuck! This is my love for cock that drives me to fuck and be fucked at all times. Two men unite to glorify the Lord God Penis. Give me strength dear Cock God to receive you in my ass as many times as you like. I am your dedicated subject. Fuck me now. Fuck me till the end of time. Holy Fuck! Holy fuck! Holy fuck!”