Playing with my pecker?
That's not going to stop,
as long as I am breathing,
and
strong enough to POP.

Because I have a cock,
and
hands to choke it with,
I'm inclined to stroke,
just like my daddy did.

Edging hits the spot,
when I'm home alone.
You wouldn't dare to say,
I can't hold my own.

Several hours a day,
often does the trick,
when it's time to play,
with my balls
and
dick.

You may think that's sick,
but
It's only natural.
When I'm long
and thick,
this poem's
factual.

I'm bound to stroke
today,
and
tomorrow
when she comes,
for that's a BIG BOYS way,
of having hours of fun.