We enter onto a plane of total involvement of the mind,
body and spirit, through the erected phallus - the erect phallus is our
essence - it is Who We Are. I could never sufficiently pen enough words about it.
Every time I reach the place where I am past reason with
all-consuming carnal lust in my bate, my desire is that I could remain
there without end. Completely overwhelmed with the most
sublime pleasure there is, I want it never, ever to stop. I want to
masturbate forever, rivers of sex-juice endlessly flowing from my
bulging mushroom head, all that I am or ever could be, eternally COCK.
I am snorting with lust, my brothers,
working my rock-hard meat as I type to you - gluttonous, insatiable,
reeling with the mind-blowing pleasure that cock and cock alone can give. It
is heaven for me. Nothing else could compare. My cock stands erect
before my gaze, fully engorged, crowned by its fat, thick-rimmed
mushroom head, the visage of male sexual power. Bulging, pulsing,
throbbing, it is glorious, it is my essence - it is Who I Am. I
take its majestic head firmly in my left hand and massage, making slow
pelvic thrusts, a sensual, gross carnal hog. Waves of stupendous
pleasure course throughout every fiber of my being. I am exultant,
whole, one. I revel in my all-consuming phallic splendor. It is ecstasy.
Cock IS life. I never want it to stop.
