I’ve never been a fan of adrenaline, but I’ve found sometimes when it’s coursing through my body, I get a little longer. It’s funny how that could be a fight response. Would one want to sex away the danger? I know that particularly intense sex is very exciting.
Perhaps it’s trying to give me something I love: a big penis that grows bigger.
Idle thoughts in short form.
hey, i figured i’d submit a story about my experiences.
One year our school opened a new gym on the campus and I’d go there once in a while when I was bored after school. I walked to school to use the gym during the summer since usually it was just unlocked and everyone would be gone. I worked out and went back to the main locker room to change. I was in the locker room changing. While I was in there a former track kid walked in; he’d graduated a few months earlier. We exchanged ‘hello’s and talked a little bit. I went into the main office to steal a towel and when I came back in my compression shorts he, Ben, said:
“Nice thick cock you got there, Nick.” (not my actual name) Pointing to the outline in the shorts. I kind of chuckled at him and went to wrap the towel around my waist. I’d watched a lot of porn and in my head ‘thick’ or ‘big’ meant like 14 inches and crying girls vaginas. I was a virgin but had gotten a blowjob before without comment.
“Thanks.” I said laughingly.
“I mean, seriously, you’ve gotta be the biggest one I’ve seen here.” Ben said leaning back against the lockers. His lean runner’s body and been packed on with rippling muscle. I didn’t consider myself gay but I he was hot. “How big is it?” Now I just wanted to get away from Ben. He was a funny and likable dude but kind of an arrogant douche to people sometimes. I sensed this was gonna go wrong and wanted to avoid it. “Don’t know, don’t measure.” I said quickly walking away, into the showers.
“Woah, man.” he said following me in his own towel. I didn’t consider myself gay or bi then but I knew his thick, pumped muscles were hot. He was a god. “I didn’t mean to like, come on to you. It’s a compliment. Every guy wants a thick cock.” I scowled at the shower hitting me now before glancing down. My cock did seem pretty thick. I mean, did it? I turned to him and shrugged.
“I guess I’m lucky.” I told him going back to my shower. “How big is a normal dick?”
He slyly looked at me: “I thought you’d never ask. The average penis is around 5 and a half inches long.” I kept washing and he continued with: “Yours truly happens to have been given God’s gift of a double dick.”
“A what?” I said looking at his cock. I was expecting two heads to appear but all I saw was a retracted, uncut, shriveled dick.
“It’s twice as long. 11 and a half inches, and 6 and a half around.” Ben anounced loudly. I knew there was some catch to his compliment. After hearing him say 5.5 I knew I was big at 8.5 but 11 was of course his trump. But was is true? I thought he had to Be bullshitting me.
“Damn, I’m only 8.5. I’m around 6.5 around too though. Guess that’s the thickness, eh?” I laughed hoping we’d exchange numbers and go home. I turned off my shower and went to leave, towel around my shoulders. I was walking with a little more swagger with my new big dick status, trying to show off my wide frame to him. I had muscle, too. I had barely gotten myself dry when he walked back into the room. Only this time he was stroking his fully hardened monstorous dick. I hit the lockers behind me in shock. It was the first time I’d seen another guy’s hard cock.
“I know, biggest in the school, ever. I jerk this baby about 4 times a day. I suggest you leave cause I’m gonna bust soon.” Ben said. I stood there in naked shock. Then Ben storked harder and sat down across from me, I took my own seat and watched. He used both his large hands to rub his cock for what seemed to be hours. Beads of sweat crossed his forehead as he worked hard to bust. Eventually his moans became louder and he shot a thick load 6 inches out across the floor. About 10 more peeked out of his cock coating the cock in cum along with his hand. My own dick was sticking straight out and I was jacking along with him. I blew a big load a few moments later, shooting across to him twice. All that happened after that was him walking back into the shower with his enormous dick straight out in front of him.
I came back the next week and he was there. He didn’t put on the same show for me but we went back to his house and jacked off together. He showed me masturbation techniques and I let him in on losing my virginity that summer. What started out as a startling show of manhood turned into a really close friendship we still have. We’ve touched each others dicks but that’s all. He grew to 12 inches and I stayed at 8.5.
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Last year as I was about to go off to college I had a neighbor who at the time was 19. We had just been outside have a water gun fight down the block at this field. It had been raining for days so over the course of the fight him, myself, his brother and sister got covered in grass and mud. We went back to their house and went to the bathroom to shower the crap off our clothes and then change.
There was a tv in the bathroom and no one was getting naked so people drifted in an out.
As I showered off only my only neighbor ‘Dan’ was in their with me. He’d showered off and just thrown on some shorts letting his lean and defined muscles in the open.
At some point he says, “You know soon you’re gonna have to be showering with girls.”
I laughed and he continued. “I mean, you’re going to college next year, it happens. And with other guys too. I mean, you’re all in the bathroom showering at once so you need to know what it’s like to be naked around people.”
I assured him high school locker rooms had prepared me just fine but asked “Any tips though?”
“Well obviously, don’t drop the soap but, don’t stare at a chick’s chest the whole time and unless you have a big dick don’t have a dick measuring contest in there.”
I laughed again since those were the horror stories people told me entering high school: sword fights, measuring dicks, peeing on each other, the whole nine yards.
“That never happened in high school so I’m not worried.”
At this point I turned off the shower and stepped out into the bathroom with him, both of us sitting on the bath tub.
He said casually “Well, you look like you’d do fine in a dick contest.” his eyes tracing the lines of my larger flaccid cock.
I chuckled awkwardly and he laughed at me. “Don’t worry, I’m not lusting for you or anything. I’m pretty good at those cock contests too.” He downed his gym shorts he’d put on to reveal a fairly long soft dick hanging there. I stared and he laughed again “Okay, don’t get any ideas.”
I looked away and tried to study anything else in the room. “So, just be ready.” he said.
I replied “Yeah, I doubt many guys picks fights with you over dick size.”
‘Haha, not really. Once word gets around about it guys back off and girls come in.” I laughed, non-awkwardly for once but looked over to see his cock getting hard.
“Don’t worry, this is what happens when I think about girls and my dick. You seem to be fine though.” him noting my still visibly flaccid cock.
Eventually his dick got up to full size and he measured out to 9 1/2 inches. He didn’t invite me to touch it or blow it. I told him I was an 8 and he gave me a good slap on the back. He told me if I ever wanted to jack off together he’d be waiting and put his dick away.
Later that day I masturbated hard to the thought of his nice body and his big cock. Occasionally I still do and now that we go to school near each other I’m planning on going over to his apartment soon to see what happens with his big cock.
P.S. Funny enough, later that day he, his brother, and I were in his bedroom when he went to go get changed. He kicked his brother out and when he asked why he said “I don’t trust him not to look.” with a wink to me once the door closed. He packed his 6 inch flaccid dick into a jock strap and tight boxer briefs.
Ah… the perennial pants bulge! When your flaccid cock is larger than most guys’ cocks who are hard, there’s no doubt that no matter what you do, or what you wear, you’re going to have a prominent basket.
Some guys love to flaunt their baskets and prominently present their junk for all to gaze.
As for me; I’ve had a sorta love-hate relationship with my junk that’s been on-again and off-again consistently since I was about 14. That is, until I got accused one day of stuffing my pants.
Then I discovered that my junk attracted a lot more attention than maybe I was prepared for, so I began to wear really baggy clothes.
The clothes helped – for sure! – but they introduced another problem: they were so loose that I couldn’t help but find my hands constantly stroking my cock inside my pants that a significant portion of my high school days were spent with a constant erection.
I was in Navy JROTC in High School and let me tell you – white uniforms reveal everything. Everything! Which, our Commander was not happy with. First day in uniform was a wee-bit embarrassing as there was a prominent VPL almost halfway down my right-thigh. After class I got called into his office where I was earnestly cautioned to dress more appropriately next week.
I spent about an hour the following week trying to tuck my junk in a way that minimized the bulge.
And, I grew to hate Navy JROTC because of that. Especially considering I had to wear the uniform ALL day, even though class was the 2nd to last period of the day.
I became a bit liberated in college I suppose. My parents had both died, and there really wasn’t anyone to tell me how I should or shouldn’t act (or more importantly, scold me if I fucked up.)
It was 1990, New Wave was going strong. It was actually cool to listen to Erasure, Pet Shop Boys, Duran Duran, and B-52s. I was young, I was gay, and I was horny. I knew I had a big dick, and I wanted everyone else to know it too.
And, I got a lot of attention.
Mainly from girls.
Which, let me tell you: Athens (GA) chicks are major size-queens!
Only problem was, I had absolutely no interest in them!
UGA had a somewhat decent LGBT population, but Athens ain’t Atlanta, and aside from a few contenders, most got scared when they actually saw and held my cock for the first time.
Other than some mutual JO, some badly (attempted) and mostly-not successful blowjobs, were pretty much the extent of my sexual pursuits in college (with a few notable exceptions). It probably also explains my morbid fear of teeth extending into my adulthood, too. 
But as I left college, and entered the professional workplace, my size and my bulge would be an ever increasing cause of consternation and embarrassment.
Allow me to be just a tad bit sarcastic for a moment: You see, it seems, most men – and woman – don’t give two shakes about their fellow coworker’s crotch, and anything that distracts from the goal of getting one’s work done is ultimately frowned upon by management.
Go figure!
I’ve had about 7 jobs since graduating college, 3 management, and 4 not in management, and in 4 of those 7 positions, my cock (and more specifically my bulge) has caused at least one incident.
This used to piss me off when I was younger, because I naively perceived my crotch bulge to be no different than a woman’s cleavage. In many ways I am right in this belief, but society doesn’t see it this way. A woman’s cleavage is a sign of her sexuality, femininity, and even fertility. And a man’s package is very similar, but men are perceived as conquerors, and no one wants to work with a conquering prick!
When I was younger, I also chocked it up to my naïveté and keeping a too restrictive personal style to allow me to try other styles of clothes that were (are) perhaps less revealing.
Thanks in part to the economy, today I work for myself and I work mainly out of my house, so it doesn’t really matter what I wear (although I do tend to wear khaki’s and a golf shirt even when I’m here at home working) and I’ve got a package.
It’s part of who and what I am.
Now when I go to a client’s site to work I’m usually wearing dark grey wool pants and a golf shirt. Wool is great because it’s not overly “restrictive”, and dark grey tends to hide any shadows that might be “cast”.
It’s a matter of knowing what’s right for the audience and occasion!
I sometimes realise I’m turned on by my own penis. I’m a pretty big guy, anyway. I’ve never been able to call myself huge, but 8 inches is respectable enough, right?
I do like how I adjust it and it’s just the right handful. I like how when I’m masturbating, there’s enough for a second hand if I want, and even half a third hand. I love the vein that runs down the centre, and that I’m usually a grower. Generally, I’m between 2½ to 3 inches when soft, although on warm days I can be 5, in which case I’m more show than grow.
I love the little birthmark on the side, a little dark, asymmetric dot.
I can appreciate it more than I did when I was a teenager, when getting hard-ons happened more times than the number of hours I slept every day. Then, adjustments were for the sake of making sure everyone didn’t see the bulge rather than copping myself a little feel. And yet there were days I would experiment with freeballing!
I used to have these green shorts in middle school, especially, that would be rather embarrassing if I got a hard-on, though most times I’d be so enraptured at having a hard-on, looking at it bulging, that I don’t even remember if anyone else knew I had one. I would poke the head, go to the restroom and just look at it, play with the foreskin.
Sometimes, at home, I would just watch it grow, and then let it soften, and then watch it grow again.
Big penises are marvels, beautifully and wonderfully made.