Your Cock Is My God
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Do you like to suck a penis? Do you like to face-fuck a guy? Do you like to shove your dick in a man’s ass hole? If you answered Yes to all three questions, you are in perfect health. Ernest, 56, is not only in perfect health, he’s in love… with his cock. Ever since he discovered the pleasure of cumming, he placed what is at the center of his body on an altar for other guys to worship it.
Ernest is from South Carolina, USA. When he was a teenager, a gay classmate was harassed and called cocksucker. He managed to meet discretely the so-called faggot, to pull down his zipper, and to let the boy suck the already full-grown perfect virile appendage. At the time, a penis was usually called a cock, a dick, a shaft or a rod amongst a circle of close friends. Because Ernie was so infatuated by the male organ, he started to read about it and to make a list of popular nicknames.
Those associated with food popped up easily: banana, zucchini, sausage, kebab, baguette, corn dog, cucumber, yam. He liked “cinnamon roll” and “yoghurt pistol”. Since Ernie’s cock measures 7.5 inches (19 cm) and since he likes to play with big toys, he easily drew a list of names referring to a mammoth size: Titan, Priapus, Hercules, Colossus, King Kong, Stonehenge, Stallion or Leviathan (sea serpent). Remembering a toy of his childhood, Ernie added the nickname “Jack in the Box”. He even went as far as honoring a well-known American poet and naming his cock “Long fellow”, usually written in one word: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882).
Over the years and after extensive research, Ernie discovered that there are more than 800 words for penis in the popular language[1]. Mount Vesuvius obviously refers to the ropes of creamy jizz that your cock can produce. If you’re a Top, you will appreciate calling your dick a Screwdriver, a Hard Drive, a Missile, a Commander or a Packer. If you’re a monarchist, names like King Richard, King size, King scepter or King sword easily pop up. All these nicknames have taken me away from the main subject here: Ernie’s cock.
It is cut, straight (no pun intended, lol), thick, veiny and simply awesome. The first time I saw it, I could not believe how the shaft, mushroom and balls were well-proportioned. If Michelangelo had modeled his David on Ernie’s dick, guys would camp outside the Academia Gallery of Florence (Galleria dell’Accademia di Firenze) to admire the legendary work of art. Guards would have had a hard time stopping gay men from sucking David on the premises.
I met Ernie at The Capital Club, a gay gathering place in Columbia, South Carolina. Its leather sofas and eclectic artwork attract a diverse clientèle. We are both standing in front of the long bar, Ernie is a position that showcased an arousing bulge. He notices my obvious interest and offers me a drink, followed by a very direct question: “Any cock fetish?” I reply spontaneously: “I like guys who wear a jockstrap.” His eyes light up, his smile blossoms, his leg rubs against my thigh, his left hand grips my wrist, and his right hand lowers the zipper to reveal a white Bike jockstrap in its full splendor. “Holy fuck! I would love to be on my knees to worship that bulge.”
My remark triggers an invitation to his place, to his condo filled with phallic artworks. A black frame is centered above the fireplace, with the following text in white capital letters like the most succulent sperm:
LET US STROKE TOGETHER!
LET US PISS TOGETHER!
LET US SUCK TOGETHER!
LET US EDGE AND GOON TOGETHER!
LET US FUCK TOGETHER!
LET US CUM TOGETHER!
LET US BE A BROTHERHOOD OF MEN
WHO LOVE COCK WITHOUT LABELS!
IN COCK WE ARE MEN, THE CARRIERS OF GOD!
As I read this, Ernie strips to exhibit his jam-packed pouch. You have no idea how excited I am to see small stains of sweat, piss and cum on his Bike jockstrap. I immediately bury my face in the mesh fabric to get intoxicated. I start to nibble his rod and his balls, feeling the powerful expansion of his almighty dagger. I slowly slide the jockstrap down to swallow his cock hungrily, gluttonously, giving rise to moans of pleasure. For those of you who have read some of my Gay Demon stories, you already know that I adore eating a guy’s ass. Ernie’s butt is firm, with dimples and a trace of hair in the crack. I lose no time to sniff his crevice, tickle his hole with my tongue, continuing downward to reach the balls and to pull back his dick that I lick feverishly from behind. Sniffing his ass hole while worshipping his cock gets me so hard and juicy.
For Ernie, having his cock worshipped means that it must find a welcoming receptacle, a hot tabernacle. My ass hole is too tight but I’m known to have a big mouth, so to speak, and a gift to pump man juice. I encourage Ernie to slap his dick on my tongue, on my cheeks, left and right, to treat me like a whore, to shove his rod deep inside my throat. I’ve never had a cock so finely chiseled in my mouth, so pulsing, so eager to shoot a big load of creamy jizz. The sloppy sounds of sucking are like a symphony, like The Pomp and Circumstance Marches of Sir Edward Elgar. Worshipping a cock is welcoming the seeding notes, tasting the creaminess of the melodious jizz, swallowing the rhythm cum as if it were Holy Communion.
“Ernie, your almighty cock is now my only God. I promise to never look for a substitute. Only you can make me enter into the Brotherhood of men who appreciate, honor and adore the most exquisite trademark of Virility!”