It’s hard to conceptualise cock worship as a kink in and of itself, because I already love your cock. The idea of specifically setting down to ‘worship’ it feels as odd to me as collective prayer might feel to a person whose spirituality resonates in everything they do. Worship your cock? What, specifically and deliberately? I already live in a state of low-level cock worship even when it isn’t in my mouth.
I meditate on the memory of your cock throughout the day. I think about it when you’re sitting on the sofa with your hand down your pants, for sure, but also when your hands are elsewhere. Playing video games or rolling cigarettes or reaching for the remote to change the channel. And no, I can’t see it exactly. I just… know it’s there. So you’re never just changing the channel, you’re changing the channel with a cock in your jeans.
When you go to take a shower, I can hear the water running, and sometimes I think to myself of how that water might flow down your body and pour off the end of your dick. I wonder if the warmth of that water is making you hard. As you turn the faucet and I hear the water stop, I wonder how the soft towel feels when you rub it between your legs.
It’s not that I have a one-track mind, it’s that your dick is uniquely attention-grabbing.
You are never just doing something. You are doing something while in possession of a cock. That’s what the phrase ‘cock worship’ means to me.
But ‘cock worship’ is meant to mean something more, something kinkier. Worship as an act, not just this constant underlying devotion. Cock worship in the kinky sense is about those moments when I do get to see it. When I can feel it and squeeze it and stare at it and wrap my wet lips around the smooth head of it. Not the throatfucking moments when you grip my head and direct me like my skull is a Fleshlight, but the times when you sit back and let me get to work. Go to town on it.
I’m not sure I like the word ‘worship’ – it feels too much like prayer. As if my love for your cock is based on faith alone. But the beauty of your taut, hard dick is that it’s deliciously, tangibly real. The firmness of it when I squeeze it in my hand. The smooth texture of the skin. The satisfying sensation of squeezing tight juuuust below the ridge of the head, then tugging gently to give comforting pressure. That tiny vein running from base to tip on the underside, which I can feel with my lubed-up fingertips if I concentrate hard enough.
‘Worship’ itself implies a god. Someone so distant and unreal and unresponsive that you’ll never know if you have pleased them. Your devotion may be rewarded, it may not, but whether it’s even been received is a matter you must take on faith alone.
This is not how I want my cock worship to go. If you have to be a deity, be an interventionist one. A visible one. When I’m paying homage to your beautiful, rock-solid, powerful twitching dick, be the kind of god who gives their congregation praise in return. I’ll perform cock worship if you promise to be this type of god. Moaning and gasping and aching like every noise that comes from your mouth is a proclamation – guiding me to the path which will bring you most pleasure. The kind of god who tells your flock exactly how to please you.
No, better – be one of the ancient gods who showed up in person to tell mere mortals directly how to be. Don’t be the Christian God, who impregnated Mary by magic: be Zeus, who took matters into his own celestial hands.
There is nothing metaphorical about the cock worship I perform: it’s real and tangible and spit-lubed and intense. So be the kind of God who returns that devotion in kind. Who rewards my piety with manna direct from heaven itself: a half-choked ‘good girl‘ at the moment I please you most, and the ambrosia that is a throatful of your cum.
Big thanks to Boo who suggested cock worship as a topic for me on Patreon, sorry it’s taken so long to write it – the second I started writing it I remembered how much fun it is to just wax lyrical about the delights of dick. You cheered me up, and I appreciate it!
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So much stuff to have fun with in this one. I’ll start with the notion that goddess to me is concrete and real and often manifests in my lovers and therefore sex *is* worship to me in one of the most direct ways. So for me (for me), worship is the right term, whether it is cunt or cock or anus or the back of the side of the neck along the hairline. I can get lost in licking skin and once I start i’d like to do the whole body if someone will just let me.
There is a subsection of christianity which espouses the notion that god as the holy spirit did descend unto mary as either a dove or doves, so not so far off from that horny old goat zeus after all, who was at least once: bull, golden shower, swan, satyr, eagle, dragon, snake, shepherd, ant, dove, and someone’s husband.
Lastly I totally relate to your point of view; whether I can see it or not. Joy is to be able to play with. And it seems like the more i get the more i want. And there’s not enough cum in the universe; if I don’t look like a glazed donut from pussy-juice and/or cum then i haven’t had enough yet.
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I am super intrigued as to how the dove or doves would have gone about impregnating Mary. I’m thinking it has traces of Leda and the Swan about it? But the scale is all fucked! Also, although I am not a spiritual person myself, I can totally see how ‘worship’ can work like that if you are, and what a kickass thing to be doing with someone!
This might be my favourite writing from you. But then I’ve thought that before where I particularly love what you’re saying…
The only aspect I’d add to worship for me is a power and single-minded focus, that intense stare where she looks at your cock like it and her (and maybe myself) are the only things that exist in the world. And gods create world right? And worshippers give thanks for the world.
Oooh yeah the *focus* – that is fun, and I totally get why that’s hot for the person whose cock is being worshipped too! =)
Somehow ‘Cock Worship’ feels like a divisibility that exempts the owner of the cock from consequences of the ‘Cocks’ bad behavior. I also think the words ‘Cock Worship’ promote misogyny. ‘Cock Worship’ is an term often mentioned in the pornograpy on the Internet. I makes me feel like less of whatever. You may detect that I have mixed feelings about a lot of what is on the porno site. To sort the wheat from the chaf would take forever, so I try an limit my time there and use it for what the producers say it is for,,,a good wank.
“that exempts the owner of the cock from consequences of the ‘Cocks’ bad behavior.” – I’m intrigued as to what you mean by the ‘cocks’ bad behaviour here. Could you elaborate?
I totally get why you might be uncomfortable with things on porn sites – a lot of the copy on mainstream porn sites often turns me off too, especially when it’s dehumanising. But I am not sure why you think cock worship promotes misogyny, pls could you elaborate if you have time?
Dear GOTN,
‘COCK WORSHIP’ is like ‘parting out the person’. Men do it to women all the time. ‘GREAT TITS’ and a ‘REALLY NICE ASS’. It may not have to be mysogynistc, but it often lends itself in that direction. I guess I just feel a bit uncomfortable with thinking of a person as parts. Actually I feel real uncomfortable about ‘parting out the person’. The ‘Cocks bad behavior’? The cock can’t act on its own and I guess that I don’t like the idea about being parted out even if it would be with admiration!
Phillip
Ah that’s interesting. So you’d see it as objectifying I guess? Reducing someone to just a cock? I admit I don’t see it that way, and ‘really nice ass’ similarly – if that is *all* you see about a person then yeah, it’s quite dehumanising. But I don’t think there’s anything wrong with praising/adoring particular parts of a person, as long as you acknowledge the whole person too.
I see what you mean about the cock’s bad behaviour – that’s kind of what I was getting at. A cock is never just a thing as a standalone (unless you’re in the penis museum!) – it’s a body part belonging to a person, so it cannot act of its own free will.
There have been times when it seemed to act of its own free will. I am not trying to put a values trip on anyone.
The mainstream culture often talks about cocks (and male sexuality in general) as some combination of gross / dangerous / laughable. In my cis-male life it’s very precious and rare that someone appreciates my cock. The notion from this post makes me swoon.
Just look at all the cock and cum in God’s mouth.