I once knew a guy who had a monster penis. Chicks would line up around the block, like voters on Election Day or folks for a monster movie hit, for a chance to get screwed by it. He'd sit around whining to everyone who'd listen, and those who wouldn't, about how girls only wanted him for his big dick. As soon as the gruesome deed was done, they'd fly back home to their smaller-hung husbands or boyfriends.
I was often the recipient of these screeds. Perhaps he thought my meager endowment, almost as legendary in our circle as his monster endowment, would make me that much more empathetic. I was tempted but never had the heart to tell him he was ugly as dog shit and had the personality of a doorstop, He also had poor physical and oral hygiene.
I've often thought the saddest image in the world must be the woman sitting at the breakfast table, who'd married for a huge cock, and now has to sit across the table from the sloven silent slug in his undershirt. "What to him are Plato and swing of Pleiades?"
I'm hung like a chipmunk, but my looks and personality ensure my wives and girlfriends always come rushing back home after their trysts with Mr Monster Dick. It's a case of "The Little Engine that Could".
PS. I must confess the dude with as much between his ears as he does between his legs is formidable competition. It's extremely rare, though. It seems the resources required for the development of the big dick depletes those remaining for the development of the brain. Plus, guys with big dicks get lazy. Things are too easy for them.