Monday, April 14, 2014
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Hey guys. How's it hangin'? As many of you know, I've been writing this salacious yet, hopefully, informative blog for a few years now. I've enjoyed every moment and have even felt that I've touched a few people "where they live" in unexpected ways by recounting my thoughts, theories, opinions, experiences and the sexual activities of others. Let's face it, the phallus is the gift that keeps on giving in our life and aren't we all better for having embraced our passion for man's best friend? But sometimes, priorities change and activities and life direction takes you toward new and different goals. Such is the case with me, right now and for the foreseeable future. I hope that your own unique passion and fascination for oral sex continues unabated. Each of us has the ability to develop our own reality of sexual self-actualization. If you are just a looky-loo in this realm, you're probably one in other aspects of your life, too. That may work for you. In my case, I've never been satisfied living outside the circle of life, love, growth, experience and happiness. Our time here is too short to live vicariously and we tend to be give in of the fears that bind and control us. I read once that walking through the door marked "Fear" is the opening to fulfillment and happiness. I believe that more now than at any time in my past. Whether it is career, education, sexual growth or your individual manifest destiny, don't give in to doubt, fear, resentment, jealousy, inadequacy or temperament. Control your direction and make your life the richest, fullest, most exciting journey possible. There may be a time when I return to my sexual passion as a blogger, but for now I'm going to use those skills in other ways. Sexually, however, I continue to embrace my love for what can only be described as the most perfectly designed organ for human pleasure....our cocks. And, as I think I have made clear for some time, the mouth/mind/cock connection is the perfection of connection and I will continue to honor and promote it in my life, loves and personal growth. Best wishes and remember, "Sperm is a terrible thing to waste!".
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
My faithful reader and enthusiastic contributor, Peter Rodman, wrote me recently to share his recipe for a an oral extravaganza where everyone leaves happy, satisfied and filled with....positive thoughts about such a well-planned and executed event. His secret, as it were, is having a DCS* in attendance to handle the overload(s) and, I'm assuming, to assist with the clean-up and laundering. Here's what he wrote:
Planning a party? There's so much to think about. The logistics: location, day, starting time, duration, guests. If it won't be at your own place where instead will it happen? How big is the space? What's a reasonable number of party goers for the extent of the surroundings? Who should be invited? How much advance notice should you give? Can anyone bring anyone they want along --- including others you've never met? Is there a theme? Is this to celebrate some event? How formal should this be? How close are others nearby who you may have to worry about disturbing and upsetting if the noise level gets too loud and things get a bit wild? What will be the appropriate dress level in terms of clothing? How are you going to get the word out? Will it be a big bash or something simple like having some of the guys over for beer, pizza, and poker or watching a major sporting event on television? Then there's the planning details --- some items will require spending money: food and munchies, alcohol and booze, recreational drugs (Editor's Note: I do not support or condone the use of "recreational" drugs, but am choosing to include his unedited comments) and poppers, decorations and costumes, condoms, porn videos, music and entertainment, party games, toys and activities. It can be stressful and wear you down, figuring out all of this and making the arrangements. After a while you may find your head swimming. There's one vastly important detail that tragically is all too often overlooked, not thought about with the proper attention it deserves, and not given the care and planning it merits. This is something that can be crucial to the overall success of the event --- something that can turn an ordinary affair into one that your guests will never forget --- something that can transform your event into the stuff of legends that those fortunate enough to be present will be talking about for years. The key point is not to forget about arranging for the DCS --- that stands for *Designated CockSucker. Don't think or assume that one or a few of the guests will end up giving a few blowjobs. You really need a skilled cum slut cocksucker on hand dedicated to sucking off ALL of the guests (and yourself) multiple times. This calls for an experienced, dynamic master cocksucker---an ordinary cocksucker won’t do. You need someone who sucks dicks and slurps cum with energy, enthusiasm, gusto, and passion---someone who’s tireless and can go the distance, happy to stay down on his knees and suck cock after cock nonstop for hours. He needs to be flexible and work under the conditions best for your party, whether it’s privately in a back room or in the open in front of everyone. He has to be willing to man a glory hole, work wearing a blindfold, and suck hands free if desired so that his mouth is what really coaxes the cum he swallows out of the dicks. He needs to be a champion deep throater with no gag reflex, taking in even the largest cock there all the way to the hilt. He has to hold his head still and let anyone who wants to fuck his throat raw. He has to be excited to have his face, the hair on his head, his neck, shoulders, arms, pecs, nips, pits, and abs extensively slathered with and drenched and drowning in plenty of creamy, dripping loads of cum. As long as any man there can still get it up again he has to keep on sucking and continue to deliver stunning, killer oral orgasms, even when they’ve become dry sucks past the point where every bit of cum that was in all the male bodies present is long gone. And this shouldn’t cost you a cent. At least when I’m lucky enough to be the DCS at a party I’m thrilled to consider all the cocks I get to suck and the cum I get to revel in and guzzle down as more than adequate payment in full. When I’m the DCS I guarantee full satisfaction. Thank you, Mr. R for sharing your thoroughly researched recommendations for my readers. Let's face it, where else will you get such useful and provocative insights but here at Oral Cock Worship? And here's just one more idea to consider. How about having the DCS spit all his hard-earned semen in a bowl after every load? At the end of the evening, a drawing can be held, with the winner given the glorious task of pouring the still-warm seed all over the cocksucker's face and wiping it into his hair and mouth while thanking him profusely and intensely for his servitude to the group. Silly me, always thinking of ways to improve the oral experience. Cheers!
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Friday, February 28, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
http://www.treasureislandblog.com/news/timtalk/cum-religion-8-foor-phallus/. And I don't mean to be impertinent or anything, but is it my imagination, or do those balls belong to a three foot dong, not one the size of a small submarine. Just sayin'.....
Thursday, February 20, 2014
With a bent for entertainment, I'm all about setting the right mood for any and all occasions. My favorite one, of course, is a session of intense oral adoration and service with a special feeder who "gets" that sometimes unattainable mouth/mind/cock connection, to which I often allude in my writing. I was recently turned on to a musical group that I had heretofore been unaware of called Above & Beyond. There are what a true aficionado might call trance group, although frankly, I still get confused by the overlap in Trance, Electronica and House genres as they all seem to sound the same to me most of the time. In further reading, I found out that there are distinct differences, but often with a tell-tale beat that tends to override other characteristics. Anyhoo...in playing the last couple recordings of Above & Beyond, I noticed that their sound can vary from a new age acoustic feel to one much more hard core and meant for midnight at a sexually charged dance/cruise bar. I find that particular sound extremely sexual and realize that it would serve well as background for a future session. Which, I might add, is happening in about 90 minutes with a former Oklahoman possessing of, "a short, fat dick, big balls and huge loads". Hmmmmmm. Sounds familiar? So, I may test my theory about music and play my new discovery while he's here. But I'm also torn somewhat in that, as a real music guy, I think there can be a wide variety of stuff out there for sucking cock. I mean, what a bore the world would be if we had to always succumb (not to be confused with suck cum, you understand) to the same music every single time we had sex, right? Actually, one of the hottest sessions I ever had was with this crazy fun and brilliant musician who loved getting serviced to 20th/21st Century choral works! Carmina Burana by Orff was one of his favs. It's a big, showy piece for orchestra and chorus done often by symphonies around the world, but you can save money and stream it from your phone et al while having your next moment of ceremonial cock worship. Nothing brings out the intensity of cock worship like a flaming chorus of singers in heat! At least that's what I'm told. So, the lesson for today is simple. Try different musical backgrounds to your scene of seemly, senseless oral abandon. You'll be amazed at how much it can add to the mood. Now, where else could you read something so profound and spot-on in planning your next oral-phallic interlude...? Only here at Oral Cock Worship, n'est pas?
Monday, February 10, 2014
You May Think You're Straight...but listen to this cock worship hypnosis video before making up your mind....
Love the fact that this chick decided to make an hypnosis video to help her straight guy friends loosen up for M4M oral sex. Hell, it made me even more horny just listening to it and watching the great photos of men doing what we do better than anybody. Check it out and relax...think of your cock....and relax.....
As I have mentioned oft before, I receive many nice notes from guys who have discovered my blog for the first time and contact me with a brief note of acknowledgement, or sometimes a story from their own experience. The latter is the case with today's update, from a friendly fellow in the Northeast. He writes: My introduction to being bi, which I consider myself to be, culminated in the late 1990s. I had a beautiful pony tailed girlfriend and a roomy who was a chef at a local restaurant. He and I had gotten high a few times and he told me he was sexually adventurous. My girlfriend and I broke up that summer, and I had taken to sleeping in (I worked as a golf pro at a local country club) mostly afternoons. One morning, in a fog and half sleep, I awoke to my roommate licking and slurping my morning wood, my grateful twitching, if not confused, dong. He had lifted the elastic of my underwear and was making a meal out of my balls and engorged mushroom head. "Stop! I said, what the fuck". "Shhhh, he said. "Just enjoy. Feels good, doesn't it? Our secret". With that, and before I could respond, it was back down his throat. He glided up and down the full length, then swirled just the head, alternating between fast and slow. "I'm not gay" I said, defeated but in total ecstasy. "Me neither", he said, before returning to his work. My climax was a jaw clenched explosion. He quietly got up, having swallowed all of it. "Oh, there's some mail for you on the counter" he said casually. No mention was made of it in our civilian lives, but the scenario repeated itself for several weeks. Summer 1998. I wrote him back asking for more info, and he responded, I consider myself bi. I found your blog today. It made me remember that. I just remember the confusion of shame and pleasure. I have explored my sexuality and though I haven't dated men, I have many non sexual gay friends. You may use my story and pic. Your adult bookstore stories resonated with me. I remember going to them for a quick release. It was kind of a heightened sexual experience, as I knew it was "naughty". I have gotten over my apprehension and learned to relax and enjoy. Sexual fun comes in many forms. I am also a cocksucker. Also one I found that reminded me of two guys I met in NYC. Suit and tie guys. They joked and called me the guest star. Ha. It was the beginning of starting to enjoy this new found road. Cheers. Love the blog. Gave me a hardon to tell you the story. My correspondent attached the first photo above of himself and then sent he 2nd pic to illustrate a three-way he had after his sexual awakening. Needless to say, the whole experience with his roomy sounds delicious and fun. I recall sucking off a fraternity brother in much the same way one drunken evening after a night out with a (girl) friend. He had an enormous cock and enjoyed my mouth a lot during that moment. Sadly, he chose to be a pussy and later told his girlfriend that I had "molested" him. She told the world. I was ostracized and humiliated and we never spoke again. Ah, the vagaries of men! I welcome the day when you can give you buddy a blowjob, which he thoroughly welcomes and enjoys, without feeling pangs of Christ-induced guilt (or my writer states, "naughty"). Maybe sex can become about two people connecting for a moment, or a lifetime, without labels. I would love to know that high school or college jocks could have a comfortable thing going with a cocksucking buddy without the emotional sky falling in. Or a happy hour "friend" who takes your load if nothing else fans out before you go home. Will that ever be possible? Let's just keep trying, shall we? That's really all one can do these days, you know.....Anyway, thanks to my new friend for sending me his story. I appreciate his openess and candor. So refreshing, really, in a world still way too uptight and judgmental about anything below the beltline.
Friday, February 7, 2014
Friday, January 31, 2014
http://www.yourtango.com/experts/professor-kimberly-resnick-anderson/10-health-benefits-semen. Sadly, it tends to infer that only women would benefit from this precious nutritional source, so try to overlook the limited sample of the study. I've never been one to limit myself of man's special sauce, so I fully intend to continue my studies the next few days. Sunday, however, I will be embracing my ever-so-latent hetero side by sitting my ass down in front of my large screen to watch the Seattle Seahawks beat the Denver Broncos. Usually, I'm just competitive over dick, but Sunday I will be routing for my boys in uniform getting all sweaty and mucky on a cold field in New Jersey. And if they do win, as I fully expect, I will be offering each of them a very special treat to show my humble but grateful appreciation for their success. Gosh, I haven't sucked off a whole squad in years, but I am ready and able to take the blow for the team! So, to summarize today's post, be sure to swallow or donate a load of cum this weekend for the health of our boys.....and Goooooooooooo Seahawks!! XX
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
One of the first places guys start experiencing a rise in their libido is at the gym in middle and high school. If properly harnessed, the power generated by this amount of young, bursting testosterone and constantly erupting man-seed could be substantial. It was 7th grade, if not earlier, in which my interest in the phallus was first identified. I remember how hot it was to see guys in briefs and jocks. My first memories of my adoration of the bulge! I loved the group shower room where you could get a woody and guys would just laugh it off. Sexually naive but open to experimentation, we played with each other and felt nothing but joy, satisfaction and bliss. That was all before the guilt, shame, judgements and "moral" guidelines ruined the fun, of course. But for many of us, if not all, that feeling doesn't just end and is often carried on into adulthood. The sexual tension one experiences when a group of guys is massed in a gym, spa, steam room or locker room releases endorphins for days, among other bodily functions and fluids. I can't count the hot times I've had in shower areas or steam rooms in my adult life. The subtlety of the experience makes it even hotter. A little tug, a little scratch, rearrangement of the balls or cock, a slight thickening of the cock while trying to remain detached. It's just so fucking sexy! And something seems to level the playing field when you'll all nude in a room together. The most hetero of guys seem to remember the good times before society told them otherwise and will engage in sexual expression freely and openly before going on with their lives. Spewing cum is a bodily function, people, not an enactment of one's religious beliefs or training. Guys are made to cum, wired to shoot their sperm at every opportunity. How and when that happens should be as normal, natural and guilt-free as drinking water, coughing and using the restroom! Personally, I admit that I have hooked up with guys in the shower, steam room and dressing area on numerous occasions. It's totally fun! I've serviced guys in steam rooms, done them in a restroom stall, sucked them off between lockers, in the jacuzzi/hot tub, in saunas, in Eucalyptus rooms et al. I've met them in the spa or gym and gone to their home or hotel room or ship's cabin. Each and every one a wiener...I mean winner! Honestly, some of the nicest times I've had are with these serendipitous blo'n goes. Next month I'll be taking a 10-day trip by ship. Wanna bet I hit that steam room early on? Hell yes - and may even make some new buddies as a result. The friendships I've made over the years due to my unique sexual interests has been amazing. But that's a whole other posting best left for the new year....as that well known Irving Berlin holiday song says, "And may all your Christmases be white...".
Monday, December 23, 2013
nipple on which the baby or child sucks...the action of sucking is thought to soothe or calm the baby, quieting the baby..". Well, let's get right to the point. The gorgeous cock above was my pacifier for a few hours yesterday afternoon. And I was a very happy child nursing the warm milky fluid from it.....twice. I was fascinated to find out that the cock was attached to a charming, handsome and bright guy with Portuguese and English roots that originated in Mozambique and South Africa where his family has lived for centuries. In between loads, we sipped on a beverage of choice in front of the fire and discussed politics, culture, race, religion and sexual experiences. How fun is that? Now, speaking of sexual history, he has an interesting one. He lives with a female partner with whom he has a child. The female partner is completely aware of his need for male oral service and embraces (indeed, celebrates) the fact fully. Who knew two adults could be completely honest with each other and still survive as a couple? A rarity these days, methinks, but refreshing and laudable in spirit and deed. I discovered this phallic gem through a website called Address4Sex which has a listing of "Cocksuckers Available" and "Cocksuckers Needed". Talk about practical! Anyhoo, in addition to the site I mentioned a few posts ago, Suck Dick/Save The World, this one has proven to be a no-nonsense bastion of bountiful boners needing attention. And that's where we connected. Although with a baby, LTR and work, scheduling for him is challenging, I think we'll have to plan another session soon. Although it's hard to speak with my mouth full (and this thick thing filled it completely), I wanted to shout a vigorous "Obrigado" (The República de Moçambique was a colony of Portugal for centuries, so get the connection....?) each time he spewed his seed into my throat. Saying thank you in any language is the least I could do for one of the most satisfying sessions I've had in months! And with that, the holiday spirit of giving continues! Jesus would be so proud of his flock.....
Thursday, December 19, 2013
bourgeois...), was only too accommodating in allowing me to capture this phallic moment. Of course, that slob of man cock didn't get hard by itself, so I had to assist in my own unique way. The results...as you can easily see....are rather hard to miss. Randy's other stated interest, however, is something I have not addressed in previous posts. He really has been a long-term personal slave. Fascinating! The whole power exchange gig is something I find enticing, but in my case, it's more of an episodic thing rather than a lifestyle choice. For those who do embrace the Master/Slave relationship, however, I have read that it can be deeply fulfilling for both parties. All I know for sure is that Randy is a very well hung and highly skilled computer wunderkind who has revived my equipment (so to speak) on two different occasions. And for both of those attributes, I am deeply grateful. For those of you who might like to hear more about Randy's hardware or other useful deviencies, or to have him come check out your equipment, he advertises on Seattle Gay News (http://www.sgn.org/sgnnews41_50/page50.cfm). And btw, he gives one hell of a blow job. Or so I'm told....
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Sometimes I receive unexpected emails from guys who offer their services, either as rent boys or masseurs. on a semi-professional level. Some are licensed and many are not, but they usually know where their biggest talent(s) lie. In my case, they tend to know exactly what I like in a massage and can provide it willingly, enthusiastically and often, quite intensely. It's actually refreshing in a way, as I do not like to pay for a massage without certain prerequisites ensured, if you catch my drift. And when I want a really good professional massage, I tend to look elsewhere, i.e. a spa. So, last week, this guy emails me to let me know that he's new to Seattle and wants to expand his clientele. OK. He makes his point eminently clear that he's read my blog by attaching a photo of his crotch in briefs, knowing full well that it would hit my sexual "sweet spot" dead-on. He stated that he has, "an appointment available" that afternoon. So I thought about it for....oh....maybe 30 seconds (never being too impulsive, as you can well imagine) and decided that, since it had been a while since I had experienced a good massage, I would confirm an appointment. He lives in the Fremont neighborhood north of downtown. It took me less than 30 minutes to get there and I was able to park just a block away on a congested street of condos and apartments. His small but neat studio is on the third floor of a four floor building, near the elevator. He answered the door quickly, wearing black sweats and a gray Seahawks t-shirt; maybe late 20's, short brown curly hair and really pretty green eyes. He looked, dare I say it, healthy and normal...a welcome relief from some I've met who caused me to feign a headache and make an early exit. He asked me if I wanted a glass of water before leading me to an alcove where he had a table set up with sheets. Nice rig. He said that he was going to "freshen" and told me to take off my clothes and get on the table, "face down". He was only gone a minute and returned, sans the sweats, i.e. just in white "Evolve" briefs and t. He asked me if I preferred lotion or oil. I said, "Lotion, but not too much". I just felt that his kid was totally in tune with my "buttons" and was all about pushing them for the next 20 minutes. First he ensured that my hands would "brush" his bulge frequently, but he also pushed his cock and nut sack against my head as it sat in the face cradle. After about ten minutes, he asked me to, "flip over". I always am somewhat embarrassed at this moment as I had a raging hard-on from his teasing, but he seem unfazed (or maybe unimpressed...!?!). When I turned over he slipped off his briefs. He got so close to my head I could smell the freshly washed sweetness of his groin - it was SO hot! After he did my legs, he threw caution to the wind and decided I had been teased and taunted enough for one session. Time to get down to business. He asked me to turn my head to the side and move toward the edge, which I did obediently. His dick was simply breathtaking, full, thick, meaty and beautifully formed. He held it in front of my mouth and gently slid it in as he held my head to ensure full engagement. He fucked my mouth for a good 3-4 minutes as he grew increasingly hard. At one point he removed it and wiped it over the side of my face, asking, "You really like that, don't you?". At that point, I asked him if I could get off the table and onto my knees. He swung me around and leaned against the table as I got down to engulf his cock. He asked me if I wanted poppers but I declined. He was so good, in that he knew what I came for and was completely willing to get the best use of my skills. In a few minutes he told me that he was close. He asked me, "Where do you want it?". Usually I love to get it directly into my mouth, but this time I told him I wanted him to come all over my face. He pulled it out, jacked it off maybe for ten seconds before spewing warm ropes of cum (can that boy shoot!) into my mouth, face and hair! I grabbed a hold of it and milked the last drop. He did something so hot at that moment. He wiped the cum off my face and said, "Open up", scooping up 3-4 fresh gobs of his semen and put it in my mouth with his fingers, making sure I licked them clean. I was completely smitten and under his spell. I used some of the cum in my hair to jack myself off, cumming generously on his carpet. He asked me, "How do you feel?", to which I answered a breathy, "Oh man, so good right now." He brought me a warm, wet towel which I used to clean up a bit. I completed our transaction, hugged him and vowed to come back again soon. I may have to see him again in the months ahead. After a session like that one, however, I could be tempted to either marry or adopt him....ha!
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Honestly, there are so many good reasons to give thanks today that I don't know where to start. This photo, however, brought it all back home for me, to the real reason we celebrate the holidays and, especially, Thanksgiving. This gentleman's eyes say it all, "Thank you, God". He knows that is a few brief moments both he and his top cock will be giving thanks for bringing them together to say the blessing and to partake of the purest form of religious fervor and celebration, the anointing of the penis! Now, I don't consider myself to be a religious scholar of any note, but I would bet my last four loads that cock worship was around long before the world's oldest religions, including polytheism and Hinduism. After my own personal religion, on which this blog is based, I tend to agree with many of the theologies and philosophies of Hinduism. In the Hindu tradition, reason saves the aspiring devotee from avoidable errors and pitfalls, work purifies his heart, meditation creates one-pointedness of mind, love gives him the urge to move forward, faith supports him with courage in the hour of despondency, and the grace of God bestows upon him the "final fruit" of liberation. Top that Pope what's-you-name, if you can! Take that, Rabbi whatever. Up yours, Reverend snooty nose! Reason, work, meditation, love and faith are the answers to a full and happy life! Notice any similarly to the ancient art of oral cock worship, do we? Yes, I thought so. And thus ends my special Thanksgiving priapic message. Once your bird meat settles, I hope you will find your cock stuffed in another warm, moist place. As the Hindu's believe, it will the the "final fruit" of (holiday) liberation!