Hell, I admire your courage to actually go to a strip club, I wouldn’t even walk through the door :(
This is a bit long, but I feel I have needed to tell my story for a long time, it does fit in with your thread however.
I was insecure about my penis size since (as far as I can remember) second year at Secondary School (that’s age 12-13). We had to have swimming competitions every few months and seeing as I was good, I was always picked for the team. Regardless if I wanted to or not. This of course caused me a great deal of worry because we all had to wear speedo’s or other tight swim shorts. Of course, I had nothing to show back then but there’s always the early developer who seems to have a couple pairs of socks down his shorts. Terrified, I used to swim in front of the school. Everyone. This was the beginning of a long and stressful time at school.
I had a girlfriend that year, and we really liked each other. However, she was a fast developer and she actually said to me one day “do you want sex?”. Being afraid to even go swimming with male friends, let alone engage in full intercourse, I actually broke up with her, giving some lame excuse about how I didn’t think we were getting along any more. It was one of the toughest times I can remember.
The first time I remember measuring was probably about a year later, I came out as around 4.5inches EL. Can’t possible tell if it was BPEL or not, but for a strange reason I never decided to look at anyone Else’s “numbers”. Another year or so passed, and the next big thing happened. We had a school trip to an activity camp. In front of about 20 people (including a few girls) my whole bottom half of clothing was pulled away by a so called “friend”, so that everything was showing. Well, hardly anything was showing in this case, as there was very little there. This spread like wildfire and soon enough I was “Weiner Boy” and “Cocktail cock”. I can actually remember crying myself to sleep because I was so upset.
Again going forward a year, (now age 15) I had my first ejaculation. This actually helped me a lot in my small world of depression. For a few days I lifted a burden that had dragged me down for about 4 years, being in the knowledge that I could now do something like all the other boys boasted about for years previously. Eventually, team showers for rugby and football brought this new light crashing down and I was once again terrified. My friends would spend all summer holidays at the beach, sunbathing in the park or down at the river. I very rarely went and never went in the water, for fear of my penis turtling up into something resembling 3 small white eggs in a nest of public hair.
But, this next year (16 years old) was when I actually started to investigate PE. I took my first ever measurements and turned out to be 6.5 NBPEL and 4.75 EG. Some would say that’s perfectly average, some would say it’s on the larger side. Me? I thought It looked worse than ever. I would spend EVERY AFTERNOON after school, reading pages and pages of “average penis size” websites. I read the same pages every day, trying to assure myself I wasn’t too bad. Unfortunately the websites did nothing to boost my confidence and people were growing up at school fast. I did have pubic hair and underarm hair, as much as any of the other boys, but I was weedy. Very tall (6 foot 4 inches) but very weedy. Everyone seemed to be going out, having sex, blow jobs, all the new and exciting things you investigate as your hormones rage. Except for me, I just had masturbation and a handful of “it’s OK, your penis is perfectly normal!” websites.
2 years down the line (Now 18) and I’m still not out of this situation. I have improved a lot since the early days, I can walk around in underwear in front of people (when the situation arises) and I can swim all I like, but there’s ALWAYS the obsessive fact that I will be laughed at again. All I can think about is that as soon as I show my penis to a girl, she’ll literally point, laugh, go home and tell everyone she can. But on the other side of my head, I KNOW my penis is bigger than every object I’ve compared it to in my room, I KNOW girls won’t probably say a thing, and I KNOW that one day I may be able to live my life without fear. But it’s just so hard to break through the barriers, why is it me that’s had this terrible curse?
Now I know that I am extremely selfish. I know that many people would kill to have my current size of 7.5 NBPEL and 5.25 G, but the point is that although PE has shown me many ways in which I can improve my size, I can’t help thinking it will ever be big enough, and that is something I will someday have to try and overthrow. Maybe one day I will actually let a girl look at, possibly touch my penis.
Untill that day, I will be that same weedy kid standing on the starter podium at the pool, with nothing to show.
So yes I must ask the same question as you “WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?”
Going to a strip club and getting smacked by super hot babes? You’re everything I could dream to be.