To worship a man is to worship God.
If God himself came down to earth and asked you to put his throbbing God-cock on your mouth or into your fleshy hole, would you do it?
Are we not made in his image?
What greater worship could there be than to suck and swallow and give hot, wet, slippery pleasure to God’s massive, blood-engorged, phallus?
to lick the in-between place.. between the huge hanging fruits of creation and the fleshy, musky hole of pure pleasure.
To lovingly hold the warm, heavy balls of god in your mouth. To caress them and smell them, to feel the hairy sack tickle the back of your throat.
What power and pleasure and warmth and love.
Gliding your slippery warm tongue up the rock hardness of pulsing veins and flesh, reaching a sweet, glimmering jewel of God juice forming at the opening of heaven. To taste God’s life beginning to overflow from the impossible beauty of the soft, firm head – incompletely covered by the tightening sheath of gods fore-skin.
As your tongue prays to the magic stiffening cock and the sheath pulls back to reveal the beauty and perfection of curves of the universe sculpted into flesh, God’s nectar begins to drip down the beating shaft to your adoring lips.
Your fleshy, engorged, wet, red lips open for the head of God’s massive cock. The entirety of his hard, sweet, pliable, perfect flesh slips effortlessly into the infinite reaches of your soul. You inhale and massage God’s divinity with the throat muscles God gave to you
Your warm, wet mouth and throat worship with each loving thrust of God’s perfect hips, filling your entire being with the slippery warmth of God’s love.
The worship continues with you on your knees, praying and worshiping God, praying for Him to fulfill you.
Soon, God’s Cock begins to contract and you hear the thunderous sighs of pleasure start to emanate from God’s massive chest. God’s life-creating balls contract upward, bouncing off of your now wet chin and as God roars his pleasure and his full balls contract upward over and over, you feel the creamy, slippery, milky juice of God shoot into and onto your entire body. Filling you and covering you completely.
You remain kneeling. Swallowing and humming. Licking and kissing until a very warm, sweet, sticky ribbon of God’s love is in you.
You hear God’s sighs of pleasure and his feel his warm breath as he looks lovingly down on you and you know the love of his warm smile and loving embrace.
You are filled with the love of God… knowing that your prayer and worship have pleased him.
You can only wait to worship and serve him and please him again and again… and again… and

Big Al Capone

I’ve always had a thing for Al Capone. I imagine him pulling his fat Italian cock out of his suit pants and pointing to me then his dick and I would know that I need to get over there on my knees to serve him.

After he was done with me, he would pimp me out to his big Italian Gumba bodyguards to stuff their fat cocks in my holes.

Snub Nose

Take Care of New York Daddy

Mouth Hole Cream Pie

Cocksucker Heaven

Business Spurt

These are some of my graphic illustrations. made them into cards, but who the hell sends cards anymore?

During basic training, we were billeted in very old buildings. They dated back to WWII. If they caught fire they would be down to the ground in 8 minutes. So, all during the night there was a soldier who would walk around the outside and inside of the building to warn the others if a fire should start. That night I had fire-watch at 4 am, which really sucks because once I was done I had less than an hour before I had to be up for PT. It was so quiet that night. The full moon played tricks on my eyes. Sometimes the shadows looked like a 4 am hard-on growing under the thin sheets. The stiffest, hardest bone of the night. The rod gets so hard it hurts. I’d seen plenty of them. But this one was different. It was hot and many of the sheets were covering little but skivvies and a thigh. As I looked through the lockers I saw the bunk silhouetted by the window. This guy had a major 4 am bone. He was standing straight up at attention. His sheet had been kicked down around his feet. He was very lowly moaning and starting to spread his legs. His hands went above his head like they were being held there by another man. He was having a major ‘spread your asshole and take it up the man pussy’ wet dream. He started to hold his knees spreading out his hole. I knew he would blow any minute. I carefully slipped into the shadow and helped myself to a good hot sniff of that hot hole. In seconds he started to blow thick white jets of jizzm all over his chest and face. He was a fucking stud. He kept on spurting for about 30 seconds. I was amazed at how silent he was. Good soldier. I quickly backed away out of sight. I could hear his breathing and I could smell the heavy odor of cum in the air. It was thick. I could almost taste it on my tongue. It seemed as though he never woke up at all.  I spent my extra time, relieving myself in the latrine.