Phallocentric Satanist | Autosexual | Pogonophile

"Dad was always understanding; I never felt the slightest shame. I respected his wishes and kept the secret from my mother, though I think she knew anyway. Grandpa Allen certainly did. He just winked and said, 'Hell, what the fuck is wrong with a boy loving his uncle? It's fucking natural!'"

"Dad knew how close Uncle Marco and I were; he even had Uncle Marco pick me up from school for soccer practice. One day, Dad asked me directly if the two of us were having sex. I admitted we were. Dad just smiled and said, 'I'm happy for you, son. Marco is the best. Just don't tell your mother.'"

"I will be forever grateful to Uncle Marco for teaching me how to please a man with my mouth. He used to coach me. I loved blowing him. I did him wherever he wanted. An ecstatic look would come over him when I took his Cock in my mouth. He always asked me to look at him while I sucked his Cock."

"Uncle Marco bought me my first leather jacket. Until then, I would ask if I could borrow one of his. I would put it on and jack off in front of the mirror. Sometimes, I would cum on his jacket and lick it off. Uncle Marco and I became very close, like lovers, really. We didn't even try to hide it."

"Hell, it was past midnight, and I was cruising the bushes of Mansfield Park, looking for a Dick to suck. Then, I saw him—I couldn't look away—Grandpa Ralph, leaning against a tree while some kid with a Mohawk serviced him. Grandpa saw me, too. He motioned to me to join them. I love you, Grandpa."

"People assume that we Satanists are macabre figures who dress in black and flee the daylight. Hell, some of us do dress in black, but it is a deliberate ritual choice. Black leather is a Satanic sacrament. Rocking leather isn't about hiding in the shadows; it is ritual homage to Lord Satan."

"Neighbourhood man-sex is all about reading the signals. I always looked for the moustache—the Cocksucker's Horseshoe or the ass-rimmer's huge Walrus. But my radar didn't stop there. I picked up on the 30-something dad's tattoo. I saw Cock hunger in his eyes. I fucking lived for the hunt."

"Neighbourhood man-sex remains one of the best-kept secret of suburbia. Boys frequently find their initiation with an older dad, a retired teacher, the barber, the postman, or the local priest. It all comes down to decoding the signals. For me, I fucking always looked for the moustache."

"Mr Pryce moved into the house across the street after his divorce. He asked if I would be interested in doing some weekend yard work for him. I showed up at his house in work boots and cut-off 501s. He looked at me hard and said, 'Fuck the yard work!' Four years later, I'm still sucking his Cock."

"Family sex was shrouded in secrecy and shame. The women pretended not to know: Grandpa Cal was fucking his nephew Ralph; Dad was getting his dick serviced by brother-in-law Steve; brother Josh was fucking Uncle Cole; and I spent every Saturday night in bed with Uncle Pete and his husband Mark."

"The date was set. Laura had picked out her wedding dress. Then it happened. She asked me if I intended to keep what she called my 'special relationship' with Uncle Pete after we were married. I told her that Uncle Pete was, and would always be, part of my life. She raged. We cancelled the wedding."

"Uncle Pete was always there when I needed him. In many ways, he was like my Dad, only way cooler, and gay as fuck. I'll never forget the first time he sucked my Dick. It was at a family picnic. We ducked into the woods to take a piss. It became our secret. I fucking loved it. Thanks, Uncle Pete!"

"FUCK YOU, JESUS XRIST!"

"Have you spent your life shackled to 'virtue,' softened by the church, the state, and the domestic womb? Has your Phallic indulgence been policed and called 'sin'? Satanism offers freedom. If you fear the Darker path, stay in the light of your shackles. If you crave Cock Lust, say yes to Satan."

"Phallocentric Satanism is not for those seeking 'balance.' It is for the man ready to burn his bridges to the Cross and the Cradle. We offer the Obsidian Blade. We offer the Satanic Creed. We offer your own Godhood. Come find the Harder truth. Fuck Xrist."

"Michael and Rick were both Catholic priests. I asked them about their life as proud leathermen. 'Our blood is our own,' they said. 'Our seed is our own. Our law is our own. We burned our bridges to the church and now worship at the altar of Cock. Leather is our liturgy, and Satan is Our Lord.'"