How many hands?

For possibly the 5000th time I relieve my needs In the night And in the day On the streets I like to play The face of a friend The hole in a fruit Point it anywhere And shoot Quickly mostly Slowly nicely Once, twice Sometimes thricely Aided by many Big and small, thick and thin Always on hand Never the chin To what, to whom I shan't tell In my room A lonely Hell After times Is just disgust Tomorrow comes And needs must