Brosef!!
You are why we talk.
Five years for 1.75 inches. So what, don’t cry about it, I gotta work hard. Tough, isn’t it, but by thirty you can have a big dick. That’s mind boggling, but look I started at 31 basically, so I really don’t feel sorry for you. At thirty your toil will be irrelevent, you’ll just be a guy with a big dick and years to gain.
I get mad at my shrinkage when it’s freezing and I take off my extender and my nuts tighten up and my cock retracts and at a straight view there is some foreshortening, but other than those exact conditions I feel plenty confident a lot, in fact three hot chicks between the ages of twenty to thirty are now close to potentially being fuckbuddies, which is so mind boggling…I never used to hang low ever, now I REALLY want to become a stripper and a porn star, no joke, shoot for the moon I say.
You gotta take whatever road is there, I mean I wasn’t four inches but my twenties were miserable, I masturbated a lot, even “edged” and “ballooned” without knowing it. All I know is I seemed to be bigger at thirty than twenty, and I hadn’t officially, consciously done things like stretching and jelqing. So I am saying with a conscious program, the sure knowlede you will grow, the fact that a man’s physical prime is long, lasts awhile and is determined by male dominance and cock size, and you should have a happier twenties than I had.