The Grand Wank

Poem Info
An honest tribute to male masturbation in iambic pentameter
154 words
5
467
0
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here

Sally how my buttons strain to pop
My erection throbbing to be free
Feeling at the cloth around my cock
Tentatively hoping for some breeze

Desperately fumbling to reveal
Tense demanding touching at my tip
Hand to finally close a blessed feel
Sweet sensation biting at my lip

I've no clothing now but exposed skin
Furiously pumping at my shaft
Given over all I am to sin
Pleasure is my treasure and my craft

Shaking now my hormones guide my way
Moans escaping groans around my fist
Sweet ejaculation comes to play
All succeeding seconds lost to bliss

Cannonlike I grumble. Firelike I mumble
Constant spurting joy within my hand
Powerless I stumble, vulnerable i fumble
Grip is slipping slick and feeling grand

Exhausted now I lay upon the bed
Cock diminished swelling back to small
Happy ringing ears and reeling head
Blissful slumber and no thoughts at all

At least till next time

Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
1 Comments
AnonymousAnonymousalmost 6 years ago
an ode to wank

an uncommon deliberation on male salvation