Is It In Yet????

Wait, your right at 6” and you feel small?

Wow, this a long, long thread. Glad to see that I’m not the only one going through all this.. Brothers in arms I suppose.

Luckily, my stories don’t really involve any psychological abuse from women with my penis.. In fact, I’ve never had any complaints from any of the girls I’ve been with about performance or size (NBPEL 5.4 x EG 4.5)

Saying that though, I’ve always know my FL has been a bit short(FL 3.75) but put this down to my genetics (half white, half Asian) Lately, I’ve moved back to Japan and started going to the gym, where men walk around freely with their junk hanging out in the locker room/ shower room and realized, I’m pretty sure god gave me the short end of the genetic stick if you know what I mean.

With this in mind, I decided I wanted to do something about the flaccid length (although I suppose the EL is a bonus as well) so I can feel that I can at least say I can have the genetic image of a non Asian below the belt. I’m hoping I can get my self up to a FL of about 4.25, which in turn should make my NBPEL longer as well.

I’ve always thought I had an average sized penis, but when I started hooking up with girls in college that I started to realize that I may not be as well-equipped as I thought I was. I always disregarded porn as “2 deviations past the norm” for size, but it was a couple of experiences (of the handful I had) that made me look into PE.

First bad experience was when my long-term ex-girlfriend and I started having sex regularly, we talked about penis size. She made it a point that I wasn’t her longest, but thickest yes (even though I now know I am smack-dab in the middle for average EG). It had an effect on my confidence, but she was enjoying it and getting off from me, so it wasn’t a big issue. However, I was gaining weight and becoming generally unhealthy, and it had an effect on my EQ - which made the later experiences negative.

The second time was when I tried to hook up with a girl at my place, and things were getting steamy and we both ended up in my bedroom. My pants came down, and she reached down to grab me - but then stopped. She looked at me and said “Oh - I thought you would be bigger. Considering how tall you are…” What a blow to my confidence. We ended up not doing anything after that, dropped her off home and I never talked to her again.

These experiences really pushed me to start taking PEing seriously, and google led me to here. We’ll see how it goes in the next while!

Some people, and women are a subset of that group, can only feel better if they knock you down.

My answer to that one would have been, “if you are tight enough everything will be fine.”

But the comment would still have hurt, which it was designed to do.

Do the PE for you, because nobody else cares.

My ex used to sing about big black dicks and wonder how big brad Pitts dick was.

No way she’s getting within 30 feet of my new unit.

You know, the funny thing about us talking about wanting to get bigger is that I have a very, very well endowed friend and he used to joke about getting a penis reduction.. He always said that when he was in a relationship he couldn’t enjoy sex for the first month or two because he was so worried about hurting his girlfriend at the time(which he did) and the girls he did end up slipping in to right away must have been.. Well, he put it as “having gone on a world sausage tour”. Funnily enough I found out about PE from him a while ago. As he said, “you can always get bigger, but I have to sit in a ice bath to remotely having a chance of fitting in that nice girl I like”

.. The irony.

I can not find the place to feel sorry for a guy like that. He’s most likely bragging, unless he has an elephant trunk for a dick, in which case there is the circus.

Yep - this is all for me. I could give a crap less about a girl who comments on my size below. But, I obviously want to grow it out for whoever comes next go to WHOA! haha.

Wow! What a community you have here. 53 pages and I can finally post my own thoughts. My long story starts in high school (I am now 6 months from turning 40).
I always knew I was lacking in penis size but was never sure how much until a gf I had at 14 was in my room and we were making out pretty heavily and she stuck her hand down my pants and I let it all go without it ever making out of my pants. I was thoroughly embarrassed and tried to talk my way through the situation to which she replied “its alright, you’re probably too small to do me any good anyway”. What a confidence killer.

I was reluctant to let another girl “knock” me down like that again so nothing happened for a long time with anyone I went to school with. I don’t think she blabbed to anyone else but I wasn’t putting myself through that again. About a year later staying with my grandparents there was a girl(now my wife of 18 + yrs) that I would spend most of my time with. We always had a blast and her parents loved me so much they invited me to spend the week at their house ( about 3 hours from mine). One evening we were watching a movie and one thing lead to another an I lost my virginity to her. I still remember that night like it was yesterday. I never asked if I was big enough already knowing the answer. I just let it be.

Later during my senior year of hs I was sharing an apartment with a guy in his 20’s and we had parties all the time. I was pretty popular being in hs and hosting parties with tons of alcohol and drugs. I still never tried to take anything further than a heavy make out session till one night I thought this one girl I really liked wouldn’t hold my size against me stuck her hands down my pants and immediately got out of bed and said “I can’t do anything with that”.

Fast forward to about a year after joining the navy and my old gf (current wife) had sent me a letter explaining she had just had a baby. We had a quick yet unsatisfying weekend fling roughly nine months prior. At first I was flipping out. 3 pages later she tells me the baby is not mine. Afterwards I wished it was. She explained the “real father wanted nothing to do with a baby. I soon proposed to her from 3000 miles away over the phone. So our marriage started for the wrong reason. Mostly because she didn’t have an issue with my size. But I still did.

Our marriage started out rough but we still had our good moments. About 6 1/2 yrs in I decided for whatever reason to not only cheat on her but abandoned her. Sex with this new girl was just that. Sex. Nothing less. Nothing more. She always complained about my size. 6 months later and I could take no more as I was never happy and I couldn’t get over what I did to my wife and our three kids. After I left the other girl my wife, whom we had not yet finalized our divorce, began talking about reconciling and she did take me back. Amazing woman she is.

After my bout of unfaithfulness things are pretty great between us but about two years ago they began to get stale. I start smoking pot on a daily basis and become numb to everything around me. Now mind you my wife could be classified as a nympho and she had several partners before we married but I’ve always known her to be faithful and honest. She still is. My own personal hang-ups with my size always kept us from having sex on a regular basis.

I had to travel out of town for work a couple months leading up to this past thanksgiving and we talked every night on the phone. Although the conversations were fairly dry. About 2 weeks before I am supposed to come home I notice she is sounding different. Like the conversations are forced and she wouldn’t even mind if I didn’t call. I’m sweating bullets but feeling like shit for thinking she was capable of cheating. A few days after I get home I ask her if she is getting bored with me. She said yes and I asked if she was cheating and she said no. I then asked if she was considering it and she said “if things don’t change I can’t make any promises” this broke my heart more than anything because I found out she was starting to fall for the guy who left her and her first daughter 19 yrs prior and only came back in the last two years to start a relationship with his “daughter” whom I had adopted shortly after we married.

To finish this up I have let my skewed view of what masculinity is supposed to be keep me from becoming the husband and father my wife and kids deserve. I have quit smoking pot and quit being a lazy ass around the house and committed myself to my family again. My wife has since quit talking to the “other” guy and recommitted herself to me. We have had more sex in the last two months than any two year period of our marriage. But I still had issues with my size. I always thought if any ten year old stood at the urinal next to me he would get a good laugh. My wife, god bless her, thinks I’m silly for seeking PE. But I’m doing this for myself first and hope she enjoys the gains along the way.

I know this is all over the place but I have also quit letting my old views of masculinity keep me from sharing my feelings and being embarrassed of stuff like this. He’ll I have cried in my wife’s arms countless times in the last two months. She probably has only seen me cry a half dozen times prior. You people are great and I am looking forward to what PE can do for me.

“Is it in yet????” Any woman who has the audacity to say something like that is best avoided. There are plenty of quality, beautiful women out there waiting for someone to go talk to them.

Thus, his “ex-wife.”

Welcome to the forum dewbybro, and I hope you gain well.

Listening to a friend make fun of a guy’s penis size which is close to mine. Also she loves mentioning how good her “side-bitch”, (as she calls him), is in bed around me and how HUGE he is. She even has pictures that he sends her to show and brag about to her friends. As a guy I don’t wanna hear about other guy’s sizes specially if you’re praising his dick right in my face.

Amen!

Kudos for sharing your story dewbybro481.

Hope this place can take away some of your insecurities and help you achive some gains along the way.

I wish you and your family all the best.

Feel your pain, bro. Just one question. How’s your tongue?