What do you think it is?

How curious that you should feel that way. It reminds me of a boy called Leon Shaw with whom I attended school with. He made a habit of taking off his trousers during music instruction and then putting them back on inside out. He used to do this as many times as possible within the hour of recorder tutition and was never once caught. That led him to more extravagant gestures to try and impress the rest of class. Upon one occasion he pretended to have cramp and stood up quickly with his cock hanging out jumping around and uttering "ouch, I have cramp."

The teacher who was a firmly repressed gay went a fine shade of puce and pretended not to notice Shaw's prodigous member slapping against his stomach. That teacher is no longer a member of the teaching staff at my former school.

Leon has gone on to be a fine ambassador for the school and when not choking down another "bucket" is to be seen behind a bin lorry in the streets of Coalville. a town named after a large slag heap.

The only times I have ever been taken with the idea very strongly are every time I've ridden on the London Underground. No other underground does it, just the London one. However, if I happen to be standing next to a shallow duck-pond somewhere, I'll almost always be tempted to step in it. The image of myself standing knee-deep in scummy water, perhaps surrounded by ducks, perhaps not, and not really doing anything, just standing - well, it's incredibly hard for me to resist. I suppose that's kind of the same thing.

I read your comment about "the idea of pulling one's cock out" before reading the poem upon which you were commenting. For at least thirty seconds, I sat with a bewildered look on my risibly large face, having mistakenly assumed that the phrase "pulling one's cock out" was intended to mean "detaching one's cock from one's body" (in the same way that pulling one's tooth out would signify the extraction of one's tooth from one's mouth).

Have you ever been fascinated with the idea of detaching one's cock from one's body? Have you ever spent most of your day assessing the probable consequences of detaching one's cock from one's body in whatever circumstances you happen to be in?

I know I have.

If I ever have a chance to live alone again, I'm going to spend every minute I'm at home with my cock hanging out of my pants. I figure it must be much more comfortable than being totally newd or appropriately clothed.