Is It In Yet????

My wake-up call, Lord, too many to count. Had a girl in college say she cheated because I was too small to satisfy, and that was after 7 years with her. She and I gave one another our virginity in high school. Then the next girlfriend was the neighbor. Her roommate dated my brother, who is hung, and she asked me, Isn’t size supposed to be genetic? But we dated almost two years, had sex every day (literally, I almost flunked out of college and she ~did~ flunk out). She was also a virgin, my only two.

After that a pretty good spell went by, and I sort of wondered about it every time my brother went on and on and on and on and on and on and on about his pecker, showing it to everyone and sticking it in virgins (called himself The Virginator), but I saw his girls, and I was pretty unimpressed. I’m picky. He’s not.

I had one more girlfriend, still no PE, then married my fourth. No complaints from the third or fourth, that I heard, though my first wife was four-fingers wide. I used to have to go down on her to get her going, then it was like sticking it in a glass of warm water. She’d crawl on top and grind out another one, and that was about the only way we could make it go. I sort of thought about PE, but honestly, that was some great sex. We made it work.

Then we divorced and I stuck that thing into anything warm and soft. I lost count, lots of one-nighters (never did that) and few-daters (never did that, either). Never had any complaints, but I had a lot of compliments. Nobody mentioned my size, but they’d say things like their pussy loved my cock, or that I tasted great, or they would squeal and I’d worry about the neighbors, stuff like that. I had to bolt my headboard to the wall, no bullshit.

Then I met my now-wife, and she’s a money clip. That girl even after three kids is one or two fingers tight. I’ve been bruised from her. We broke up for a while, and she moved in with this guy who was hung, and she and I stayed friends and I got to be friends with this guy. He talked about his pecker non-stop, and her pussy, which was ironic. I asked her about his pecker one time after we had sex (behind doors we were making up) and she said he was really big. She said he got miffed she had to use her toy, because he wasn’t used to girls needing a toy, and she’s a toy buff. I had her one day after he did (I know, don’t say it) and yeah, she was pretty stretched out. I could tell. But she cinched back up.

Anyway, that was a long time ago, still no PE, then this past summer we’ve been together for 11 years. I’m mid-40s, so I decided to try a few blue pills just for giggles, and damned if I wasn’t 23 again. Holy smokes. I was walking around all day with a boner. Still, no PE, but that got me to thinking about working up better erections, because I realized that while I still have good quality, it is not 100%. You get used to it, I guess, like your own scent. So I started researching and ponderizing that maybe I should do some work on Vin Diesel (that’s what we call him, because they are twins).

And I got to asking my wife about meds, more Viagra or whatnot, and that turned to penis enlargement. She held up her hands. Oh no, she said, if you were any bigger, sex would be out of the question. You already bottom out. No no no.

Damn that felt good, and damned if I didn’t fuck it up by asking, Are you saying I have a big pecker?

What? She said. There’s that brow wrinkle and chin tilt, and she says, You do ~not~ have a big dick.

And ladies and gentlemen, after half a lifetime making do with average johnny, that set me off. I’m gonna make her to eat those words one day.

- Saul
6.5x5

Which thread BBF? I was trying to find it.

My wake-up call, Lord, too many to count. Had a girl in college say she cheated because I was too small to satisfy, and that was after 7 years with her. She and I gave one another our virginity in high school. Then the next girlfriend was the neighbor. Her roommate dated my brother, who is hung, and she asked me, Isn’t size supposed to be genetic? But we dated almost two years, had sex every day (literally, I almost flunked out of college and she ~did~ flunk out). She was also a virgin, my only two.

After that a pretty good spell went by, and I sort of wondered about it every time my brother went on and on and on and on and on and on and on about his pecker, showing it to everyone and sticking it in virgins (called himself The Virginator), but I saw his girls, and I was pretty unimpressed. I’m picky. He’s not.

I had one more girlfriend, still no PE, then married my fourth. No complaints from the third or fourth, that I heard, though my first wife was four-fingers wide. I used to have to go down on her to get her going, then it was like sticking it in a glass of warm water. She’d crawl on top and grind out another one, and that was about the only way we could make it go. I sort of thought about PE, but honestly, that was some great sex. We made it work.

Then we divorced and I stuck that thing into anything warm and soft. I lost count, lots of one-nighters (never did that) and few-daters (never did that, either). Never had any complaints, but I had a lot of compliments. Nobody mentioned my size, but they’d say things like their pussy loved my cock, or that I tasted great, or they would squeal and I’d worry about the neighbors, stuff like that. I had to bolt my headboard to the wall, no bullshit.

Then I met my now-wife, and she’s a money clip. That girl even after three kids is one or two fingers tight. I’ve been bruised from her. We broke up for a while, and she moved in with this guy who was hung, and she and I stayed friends and I got to be friends with this guy. He talked about his pecker non-stop, and her pussy, which was ironic. I asked her about his pecker one time after we had sex (behind doors we were making up) and she said he was really big. She said he got miffed she had to use her toy, because he wasn’t used to girls needing a toy, and she’s a toy buff. I had her one day after he did (I know, don’t say it) and yeah, she was pretty stretched out. I could tell. But she cinched back up.

Anyway, that was a long time ago, still no PE, then this past summer we’ve been together for 11 years. I’m mid-40s, so I decided to try a few blue pills just for giggles, and damned if I wasn’t 23 again. Holy smokes. I was walking around all day with a boner. Still, no PE, but that got me to thinking about working up better erections, because I realized that while I still have good quality, it is not 100%. You get used to it, I guess, like your own scent. So I started researching and ponderizing that maybe I should do some work on Vin Diesel (that’s what we call him, because they are twins).

And I got to asking my wife about meds, more Viagra or whatnot, and that turned to penis enlargement. She held up her hands. Oh no, she said, if you were any bigger, sex would be out of the question. You already bottom out. No no no.

Damn that felt good, and damned if I didn’t fuck it up by asking, Are you saying I have a big pecker?

What? She said. There’s that brow wrinkle and chin tilt, and she says, You do ~not~ have a big dick.

And ladies and gentlemen, after half a lifetime making do with average johnny, that set me off. I’m gonna make her to eat those words one day.

- Saul
6.5x5

I dated a girl for three years in college. We were very close. I was her second lover. She was my first. Our sex life was good. We were like rabbits on the weekends. By my Senior year I was pretty confident that I could get her to a big O with my standard routine. However, our live s would soon change drastically.

We had a fairly large group of friends and we were very active socially. On several occassions we would all joke about staying out of the showers in the morning because of our friend Mike. He had a very large penis and it was quite intimidating. Of course my gf and all the other girls in the group would check out Mikes package whenever he was around. I would watch it time after time and sure enough they would all end up in a fiendish giggling session soon after their wide eyed inspections. We had a party one night at a local hotel celebrating the end of a long two weeks of work on a local conference. Of course we were all laughing and getting a little drunk. I notice Mike talking with my gf and later in the evening when we were all near plowed watched them leave the room. I’m sure you can tell where this is going….

The god aweful feeling you get in your stomach when you watch these situations is something I wouldn’t wish on any human being. I can still feel it as I write this. I walked in to the hotel room and peered through the door to watch Mike mounting my gf with his every large erect cock. Her response was un-bearable. As he entered her she through her head back, opened her mouth and made noises that I have never heard before. I just couldn’t believe the response Mike was getting from her. She was complete overwhelmed. I watched as he very slowly screwed her and she went nuts. She never raised her head, never lowered her legs. It was as if she was in this constant intense orgasm. He went on with her for about 20 minutes. After he left I went into the room where she was almost passed out. Still red faced. Still rotating her hips like she was still doin it…

We never had sex again. I was devistated. I think over the years we may have survived if I had not Seen the whole thing. As you can imagine it had quite an impact on me…The most horrible thing is that I couldn’t even maintain a friendly relationship with someone that I had spent so much of my life with…I hope no one on this board has to go through something like this…..

This group gives guys like me hope. Not just hope for the future but a hope that we can overcome our past…..Lter Dudes- grow on!!!

This is, at least, the second saddest story I’ve ever read in this forum. Nobody makes up stories like this. I won’t wish this on my worst enemy. I could only hope, that Russell, made it up. But as Damnit said, it does not take a stallion to bang the hell of your supposed loved one to feel dejected and enraged: a man with a smaller being can do that. This is a sad, cruel world we live in.

I don’t think I could have stood by and watched. If a guy tried to do that to my girl, I couldn’t imagine what I’d do.

Irrespective of his cock size, that’s disrespectful at the very least. How would you react if a supposed “friend” was going after your girl with you in the room?

But you know what: at least, 50% of people admitted to cheating at some point. It may be more than that for some people might not have admitted. And man, love is so cruel—cock size notwithstanding.

This isn’t just cheating, though. It’s taking a girl right in front of her man. There’s som me men that I utterly despise, but I would never imagine doing this to them, let alone a “friend”.

The sad thing, though, is I don’t think any of us are immune to this scenario. Three girls have tried it with me when my girlfriend, now wife, was in the same room. One followed me in the bathroom, I was too drunk to notice until I stopped urinating. My wife still gives me shit for that one… Point is, people are shitty to each other.

This isn’t just cheating, though. It’s taking a girl right in front of her man. There’s som me men that I utterly despise, but I would never imagine doing this to them, let alone a “friend”.

The sad thing, though, is I don’t think any of us are immune to this scenario. Three girls have tried it with me when my girlfriend, now wife, was in the same room. One followed me in the bathroom, I was too drunk to notice until I stopped urinating. My wife still gives me shit for that one.. Point is, people are shitty to each other.

And I really don’t. I’m not saying I want or have an open marriage, or that I don’t love her almighty (I do, very much), but I won’t shackle a woman to me, nor will I get too possessive or jealous if she wants to screw around. I did that once, the whole whoa-is-me, and it’s not a fun place to be. Let it go. People are people, ain’t nobody perfect. Green eyed monster is a beast!

And if this OP is true, about watching the gf get hit at the party, two things I would have done differently (hopefully). One, I would not have watched. That’s something I don’t want on the replay reel. Two, I would have asked her if she got it out of her system, or if she really wanted to be with this guy. Then we would have gone on from there. That’s a theory, of course, but that’s how I would want to handle it.

- Saul