Wanks for the Memory

Wanks for the memory

Relaxed, I lie upon the bed,
My body straight, my legs outspread;
My eyes towards the looking glass,
I stick one finger up my arse.
The other hand goes to my prick,
And when it’s straight and getting thick,
I put some oil upon the crown
And then I rub it up and down
Gently, until it’s getting thicker,
And then I start to rub it quicker.
When the juices start to come,
 I wipe them off with my left thumb,
Which I then suck – oh, what a taste,
A nectar sweet, too good to waste.
Now I stand up and walk around,
And then I lie upon the ground
And rub my prick against the rug –
How soft it is, how smooth, how snug.
O, it’s too much! I’m going to come –
Once more my finger’s in my bum…
No, no – not yet, not quite so fast!
I want this wank to last and last…
I stand up and in the mirror glance
And once more round the room I prance.
I crouch, my prick between my heels –
Bounce up and down – how good it feels!
Oh, things are coming to a head;
Throbbing, I lie upon the bed
And throw my legs back o’er my hips,
So my prick is right above my lips.
My hand moves faster and my left thumb
Goes deeper and deeper up my bum..
I’m coming now! The sperm is flung
Into my mouth, right on my tongue!
Oh how blissful – what a joy!
Thank God I’m such a naughty boy!