A Wanker's Lament

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With poetic license, this is my true story!

 

A Wanker's Lament



When I was just a little boy,



I thought it was a funny toy.



When I was but two or three,



I used it so to spray my pee.



But, one night, when just e.......,



I entered into my seventh heaven.



Lying in bed, I played with my cock



And felt an urge my legs to lock



And then came a great sensation.



My own, very first, ejaculation!



In the morn, my face turned red -



The sheet was stained in the bed!



So, I became a callow youth



And I'll now tell you all the truth.



A wanker I was on every day



Except for twice on each Sunday.



Most of the time my dick was hard



My hand around it, well on guard.



Although I did it on my own



My secret sin, all alone



Until, one day, my best friend



Wrestled me to the end



And we found our cocks were stiff,



Not the moment for a tiff.



Down came our pants in a flash



Just the time for a bash



With our hands on the other's thing



All the bells began to ring,



As we made each other shoot



Our cum from chin to boot.



Thus my life mixed with other boys



(Sometimes careful with the noise).



When I left school, back to my own,



I kept my hand on my bone.



Then, one day, I became twenty



With daily wanking a-plenty.



But it was at twenty-seven



That I entered my second heaven;



With my wife there was a wedding



Followed by an active bedding.



This did not stop my want to jerk



But twice a week became hard work



After thrice a week with my dear wife



It really was some irksome strife.



By the time I was thirty



My thoughts were still quite dirty.



I wanked and wanked and wanked



A large credit had I banked



In the wanking stakes so clear



In perfect shape my sex gear.



Then, it started, when I was forty



Although I dreamed of being naughty,



When I tossed myself too often,



I found my dick would start to soften.



On trying hard three times a week,



The fourth time would be too weak.



A decade later, it was much worse;



I thought I had a bloody curse.



I still loved my cock in hand



But cumming twice, t'was all but banned,



Whether with my hand or wife,



This seemed to be my fate in life.



Let us skip a score of years



Or I'll end in floods of tears.



Today, my age is a noble eighty



Believe it or not, my matey.



My sexual life is nearly over



Rarely is my hand my lover.



I wish to vote in my election



To have a good, firm hard erection.



Alas, it rises not too normal



But just a tiny, formal



Swelling, so difficult to handle;



Were it hard and long, a candle!



With loads of gel and much foreplay



A weak orgasm does foray



And a drop of cum on the head



Is all I can produce in bed.



When, in the shower, I am wetter,



Things are surely not better;



It matters not lathered with soap,



A stiffy? Not much hope.



I'm now back to when I was three



With a toy just with which to pee!



Howsoever, I do well recall



My callow youth and all.



With joy, the days when it would work



When it would be a joy to jerk



And I could get a damned good stiffy



With my hand around, in a jiffy,



Treating my cock with utmost pleasure



And wanking off was a treasure.



Just leave me to my past thoughts and monthly try



To get sufficient hard-on to an orgasmic cry!

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