Once I was in up my room,yup I
was playing with my thing...
Thought I was alone,but then
my mom came bursting in...
Caught off guard,I said mom
would it kill you to knock...
What are you doing young man,
are you playing with your cock...
No mom,now what would make
you even think of that...
Well son,it kinda looked like you
were holding some kind of bat...
Mom can you please leave,and
make sure to close that door...
So I get back to my old friend,and
started Fondelling it as before...
Then walks in my brother,he asks,
bro are you beating your meat...
I stand and say hell no,but my pants
had fallen towards my feet...
Damn I've been caught in the act,
aint no way to save my hide...
Now im pointing straight at him,yet
my hands are still at my side...
Dude don't you have any manners,
don't you have some place to be...
He said bro I don't want to ask,but
did that thing just wink at me...
Get out I bellowed,actually it
sounded more like a roar...
Don't come back in,and make sure
that you close the door...
So now im all alone again,but I think
i dont want to play anymore...
I apologize to my hand,and promise,
to never have it do the chore...