Man I miss my Dino bro. And no clue how I missed this thread so long ago. So I do this in his honor, because he’d laugh his ass off and pat me on the back.
Anyhow, my first wake up call was actually a pseudo-call, but I didn’t see it that way at the time. The event was my divorce. My ex had been a very hot-bodied tall brunette (she modeled a bit) who was 21 when I married her. Quite religious, she was a virgin. And being 5.75 girth at the time, even with all sorts of loving attention, it tore her up. She never got over that, and I also think she got some of the hypochondria modeling from Moms - another hottie who funnily enough told her, “Not sure what your problem is; I’ve never had an issue with a man’s girth” lol <—- total fuck machine, really.
So I got all hurt from the breakup, and chose to blame the breakup (my part of it) on having a ‘dick not long enough’. Which was bullshit. It was easier to blame my avg+ schlong (technically) than my own behaviors and attitudes. So I ended up on PE Forums, then came over here. And gained a nice initial 0.75” and some girth. Felt good about it all, and went and did other things in life. Admittedly, I just vanished, which now I regret because it wasn’t cool to a lot of the other mods around here that I enjoyed chatting with, and some have since moved on.
So what brought me back? My best friend’s wife! LOL Well yes and no. She is an admitted cock-hound. Loves size and admits it, not in a trashy way, but extremely hot way. We all talk shit about stuff. She knows about my junk and abilities (but not PE). She enthusiastically admits getting her rear fornix tapped by a long schlong drives her into hot, long orgasms. Which is like, holy shit! So it was her and… another good-looking, intelligent and huge-titted woman I dated off and on over the past five years or so. Now how did this woman affect me?
Well, our first date I took her to DC and she loved that. Afterward we spent the night in bed. Easy, comfortable love-making, and really good quality. I remember her saying, “you have a really nice cock”, just lying there looking at it, stroking it while it more or less laid on her tits. Then another month later we take a few days vacation up to our place in PA in the countryside. It’s up there that she tells me about her close friend who is a total size queen. At this point I’m a bit under 7” nbp and a bit under 6” girth, so I feel confident with my size. Plus she makes a lot of noise when I stroke her in any position, and legs over my shoulders is basically out. She’s fairly shallow. But she is a big lover of big girth. So much so that, although she’d not call my length anything exceptional (although very much enough for her), she was smitten by my girth. She texted me a poem one time that she had altered so as to faun over my girth, and another time I remember her walking away after sex as she went into the bathroom, reciting portions of it. lol hilarious. Anyhow, so we’re in PA, she mentions her size queen friend, and we then have the following give and take:
Her: “So yeah! Size is really important.”
Me: “Well I know that [laugh].”
Her: “Well I mean, it isn’t everything, but if it isn’t there, there isn’t too much a woman can do about it. And for some of us, it really matters (like her friend and her). That’s just how it is.”
Me: “Yep. So tell me, why do women deny it all the time? It clearly has some value in sex. Why can’t women be truthful and say what you say?” (which some do, but rarely in person)
Her: “I don’t know. Because we are afraid of hurting your feelings? I’m not really sure.”
Me: “Well my feelings aren’t hurt.”
Her: “And they don’t need to be. I love your size.”
I then told her, a bit later when we were in post-sex cuddle mode, about my PE and how I had gained. Her jaw hit the floor. She was clearly curious and definitely turned on. She asked how big I actually was and how much I had gained. I showed her on a yardstick by covering up so it showed 6”, then 6.75”. Then I showed her what 8” looked like and she said, “Hell no!”. Which for her is probably a very true statement. All in all, however, it was really hot. And cool to reveal the PE thing and see a woman get a bit hot over it all.
This was the first time we dated, in 2010. Over the years, when we’ve reconnected, she’s made a comment or two. Last time around she was like, “Holy shit, your dick seems so much bigger.” However, it wasn’t that comment that put me back in PE mode and brought me back here. Rather, it was the date we had to start the weekend. Again in DC, but at some places she’d not seen. This is early May. We go into the Botanic Garden near the Capitol. She has initiated the hook-up this time, coming into town for a conference. I’m thinking, I’m going to fuck her silly. But hey, it had to play out - we broke up last time under not a great moment, so I couldn’t bank on it. Well, we’re walking around the garden and we come upon this 7-8’ tall plant. It has huge blossoms on it that are made up of several small red fleshy petals. The blossom is big, like a red pine cone, and so heavy with the fresh petals that is just hangs downward.
She walks up to it, stretches out her arm and cups her hand under it and murmurs to me, “It’s so phallic…” and makes this quiet, slow-motion-like explosion sound. All the while cupping under it like she’s cupping a set of balls and admiring a cock.
Oh yeah. I hit that hard that weekend. More sex in 3 days then I’ve ever seen in my life. Just ridiculous. And after her “your cock seems so much bigger” comment, I knew that I was going to finish my PE campaign (which I expanded from 7.5” to 8” nbp, but I’m unsure how much girth I want, because my base is 6.5 and probably growing with this hanging. Might have to balance out with an air clamp).
So that’s it. I blame it all on my friend’s hot wife and this little size queen.
Thanks, ladies!
