Back in the Day

Back in the day with seeds to sow
Thinking with my head below
Playboy mag had just come on the scene
The center foldout was the best
Made my pecker hard to test
I jerked off, ‘til I was turning green

I loved to pound my hardened pud
Made that way by flowing blood
Until the semen from it came in sight
My hanging balls would turn to blue
Until I came and I was through
Then I put the fold back for the night

In the religion I was raised
Masturbation was not praised
It was an awful sin to beat your meat
Sometimes in the afternoon
When I would be cumming soon
I had to hurry up, ‘twas time to eat

When I sat down, and at place
Was satisfaction on my face?
Did everyone of them know what I’d done
Was my face white from the cream
Shot at the playgirl of my dream
Did they know that jerking off was fun

I was the youngest of them all
The last to have my cock stand tall
Two brothers and three sisters went before.
I’m sure my brothers did the same
Before they joined the fucking game
When jerking off was sure to lock the door

In junior high, when dancing slow
My flaccid penis, hard would grow
And rub against my partner at the dance
It would rub against her front
Against her still quite virgin cunt
The excitement made me cum within my pants

I had to take my shirt tail out
To hide the wetness of the bout
I noticed other guys who did the same
We’d never had our dicks get wet
None of us had won the bet
None of us had played the fucking game

Finally in Senior high
I dipped my dick, I cannot lie
Was in my steady girl I had back then
Was in a graveyard by the road
That I unleashed my fucking load
Every date, thereafter, fucked again

I married her, I knew I should
She was the first to have my wood
Later on, I went to war in Vietnam
She found another, was not cool
Received “dear John” on April Fool
No Internet back then, it was not Spam

I thought I wasn’t worth a shit
My average cock was not a hit
I went to Hong Kong found a whore for me
I paid her for  the first night there
She cunt was shaved, her pussy bare
The second night, I fucked her hard for free

After that, was not the same
I knew that I could play the game
A prostitute had charged me not a cent
She squeezed her pussy tight around
Climaxed, I heard her moaning sound
I shot my wad and back to ‘Nam I went

When my year in  ‘Nam was done
I mustered out, war was not fun
I was divorced and single for awhile
Had one night stands found in the bar
Some in my bed, some in the car
My average cock would always make them smile

Was then that I found someone new
We made real love, did not just screw
Every move was made to satisfy
I said, “Will you please be my wife?
Want only you, for all my life.”
She said yes, now she has passed on by

Were together fifty years and more
All of them, we knew the score
I never was unfaithful to the end
Three years have gone, I’m still bereft
Have not made love since she has left
Now searching for another giving friend

Someone who is just like me
Desiring sex and ecstasy
With someone else who has some love to live
To be together in the nude
And coupling with attitude
Satisfaction for each other,  we can give.

If reading this sounds good to you
We could make love and not just screw
Would love to have your pussy ‘round my wood
Would love to feel your moistened heat
Around my throbbing, probing meat
For both of us this feeling would be good

So leave a note if you’d like love
If you still want to push and shove
If you want a hard cock in your cunt
Leave your number and your name
If you would like to play the game
Pardon me, if I am being blunt