Originally Posted by Anonymous78964
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I’ve been torturing myself lately reading all these things about guys being rejected by women because of size, the ‘is it in yet’ posts, etc etc. I’ve read them all and the issue of a small penis has pretty much controlled the last 3-4 years of my life. I’m 20, I’m still a virgin and have had no sexual experience at all because I refuse to allow myself in that situation, because of the fear of embarrassment and rejection.
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While I don’t recall what I was in high school (I’m middle aged now), I wasn’t but about a palm’s width from base to tip. I’m a little bigger now, not sure if it was PE, age loosening things up, or if I just tugged on it so many times it gave up resisting, but even back in college and high school I never had any issues. I had girls in class call me Pinky Man. My dad’s pecker is big, and so is my brother’s, and I recall my mom saying something to me about my size. She never saw it, so it was a general comment, but she said, If you’re anything like your father, you have nothing to worry about.
And I am ~nothing~ like my dad. I’ve seen that thing when he takes it out to piss (country boys). It’s a honker.
I recall a guy in high school who supposedly had a pecker the size of a prescription pill bottle. That’s what this one girl said in any case. Then when we went water skiing, this same chick jumped in the water and asked him to help her learn to ski. He jumped in with her. They bumped around for a little bit, then he said, Y’all take a few laps.
So we took a few laps while they stuck things into places. That was down on the coast around Houston. Lots of alligators, we used to circle the bay before we booted up looking for them. Then we’d just ski on the other side of the bay if we saw one.
Anyway, that chick didn’t give a shit about jellyfish, gators, sharks or game wardens or little pill-bottle sized dicks. She stuck it in her all the same, and I bet she still tells that story.
Had a girl “dump” me for a small dick. After seven years. After doing all sorts of things to it feverishly, even sent her into toxic shock from too many hours in the saddle (true story). Seriously? Facepalm, right. Guess I’m too little to satisfy her, eh.
One girl asked if I was 10”. I said, No, but how about I do you twice as long with half as much.
My wife and I broke up early on when dating. I guess I told her the Pinky Man story, because my neighbor, who was her friend, started calling me Pinky Man and holding up her pinky. That’s a grown fucking woman with teenagers! She even said my now-wife told her I bought a big bed to compensate for my lack of size. More palm slaps.
I said to my wife not too long ago, Do you think I should get penile enlargement? She said, No, if you were any bigger, sex would be out of the question.
I said, So I’m big!
She laughed. No, she said. You are ~not~ big. Just don’t get any bigger.
Anyway, the road goes on forever and the good times never end. Might as well own it. Women won’t care after the new-car smell wears off, and your guy friends really truly don’t want to know about your pecker. Maybe there are some one night stands you’ll miss, but think of it as avoiding chlamydia. Most girls who care about size aren’t exactly discriminating, and the ones who are discerning don’t care about pecker size. They have much higher qualities they are looking for.
Confidence, for one. Even if it’s false confidence, find a way to be confident. Imagine you have the biggest dick in the room. Then act like it. Own it, and trust me — TRUST ME — you’ll see women react in a much different way. It’s the confidence they want, not the girth. They want a lion, not the lion’s dick, if you get me.
- Saul
