My first wife had named her own equipment sometime before we met. She wanted mine to have a name, as well. She kept trying different names, but never could settle on one. My current wife never felt the need to name anything. My appendage doesn’t feel deprived, however, since it realizes its self-worth in other ways.
Mine is The Bird. No recollection of how and when it got that name, but that’s what it is.
Mr. Winnie’s equipment is Tony.
The Ex was Rocky.
“We Popuppians don’t need names! We know who we are!”
– The Impossible Man (from the Planet Popup) from Fantastic Four circa #8, about 1961. (The quote has made it to a number of quotation dictionaries).
“Planet Popup!” (snicker)
I’m not much into naming body parts but if I were to, I think I’d name it Mjollnir.
Yeah, I have to admit, I don’t really get this. Should I name my nose? There’s only one nose. How about my mouth?
It’s kinda weird. 
pasunboyfriend either named his equipment before we met or came up with the name on the spot the first time he referred to it in front of me…the name suits, but is not terribly original (Little P, in case anyone cares). I’d kind of like to call it by a nickname he detests for himself but might accept for the little guy (P.J. Also not original, I know)…but there’s very little practical difference, and at this point I’m pretty sure we’ll just keep going with the one we’ve already got.
My bits have no name. Perhaps the BF and I will conduct a naming ceremony next time we’re together.
Pinocchio.
But I’m lying.
Get back in there.
Which reminds me of the boxer shorts I saw on sale at Target. They have a comical face printed on the front but with no nose. Precious.
Add to “Precious”, “preposterous prodigous proboscis.”
Grundito still remains nameless.
I have nothing useful to add here, as mine is as yet unnamed. I just wanted to state that the three-post “John Henry” exchange between Rufus Xavier and CandidGamera was a thing of beauty, and ask permission from those two to gank it for dialogue in future movie script.
I hope my boyfriend doesn’t read this, but I call his “Nemo” as a joke, just because we watched Finding Nemo and I grabbed it and said “I found Nemo!”
Hee hee, rinni.
Now we must all name our bits. No past lovers have ever suggested any names for mine. I presume they were too awestruck to dare.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I want to be all grown-up and say, ‘the danger tool has no name’, but really…who am I fooling?
I refer to it as Cock Throbbin’
Ever-so-glad to amuse. And of course, feel free to use it, as far as my part is concerned.
Ah, it’s just for fun, not much else. It helps some couples get over some tiny inhibitions, especially if sex is new and strange, I suppose. Or sometimes it’s just to make them laugh. I’m all for laughing at sex, if it makes people more comfortable. As you know, I’m beyond comfortable with sex - though I’m not sure if I could attribute the comfort strictly to the naming of various body parts 
Like nicknames for lovers, sometimes it’s just an “in joke” between a couple. Sometimes my ex would use it as a way to let me know we should get home right now while we were in public, without anyone knowing what we were talking about: “We should probably get going - George needs to be let out to play with Kitty and the girls.” The other ex would use “Spankalicious Deluxe” to make me laugh, because I was too nervous at first to show him my (I thought) gigantic ass. I named his dick “Rammstein” (“Stone Battering Ram”) because of the size of the weapon he was weilding, and it made me nervous. Especially when he didn’t seem to know how to weild that weapon very well (indeed, he used it much like a battering ram).
Laughing with your lover over some ridiculous joke, sexual or otherwise, can be a fine, fine thing. It doesn’t hurt anyone and has both of you laughing and smiling at each other, and perhaps a chance of ending up in bed (or on the sofa, or the stairway leading up to bed, or the shower, or the floor, or wherever) - what could be better? 
Well, thanks for the compliment and by all means, gank away.
As for you, in light of your username, I suggest “The Lovetrain” (from Sowing the Seeds of Love - get it?).
I never hear Bart Simpson singing “John Henry” quite the same way again.
One girlfriend , whom I surmise must have read The Iron Dream, would refer to my penis as The Steel Commander. While I was flattered, I never referred to it by that name, or any other, myself. I would feel silly calling it anything but “my penis.”
If I were to choose a name, it would be along the lines of those names they gave swords – Glamdring, Orcrist, Stormbringer (But not Sting). Not exactly those names, of course – who wants to be “Foe Hammer”? – but some grandiose title you can use in Marvel comic-style mock-epic declamations:
“Ho, I perceive a challenge for us, Quimswiver!”