da_blissmachine: When I was in the locker room in phy ed, about age 14, I noticed my dick was WAY bigger than the other guys' and I got teased for it a lot (which is why at my new high school I didn't tell anyone I was hung).
prepstudinsc: I was in 7th grade, so I would have been about 11, we had to take a health class in which the boys went with a male teacher and the girls went to another classroom with a female teacher. We learned all about puberty and sex education, etc. One of the things that the teacher told us is that the average penis is about 6 inches long. I went home an measured and I was just a hair over 7 inches. I knew at that point that I was bigger than average, and since I hadn't really started growing yet, I knew I would get bigger, I just didn't know how much bigger.
11_inches_of_fun: It was at an 8th grade graduation party.
It a pool party and everyone had brought there bathing suits except me. I decided I didn't want to be the only one left out, so I decided to go swimming in my underwear. My friend Jackie had come up from the water and saw the bulge and was like "What the hell did you put in your pants" all laughing and stuff, when she saw how serious I truly was, let's just say she never looked at me the same way again ;D
It a pool party and everyone had brought there bathing suits except me. I decided I didn't want to be the only one left out, so I decided to go swimming in my underwear. My friend Jackie had come up from the water and saw the bulge and was like "What the hell did you put in your pants" all laughing and stuff, when she saw how serious I truly was, let's just say she never looked at me the same way again ;D
- Max,
Age 7 or so:
I was taken by my parents to an allergy clinic (testing for causes of asthma). For some reason the doc needed to examine my tackle .. after hefting it he told my parents I was abnormally large.
All I can remember back then is that I was dimly aware that I was a bit different from the others, and that I could always win the "distance" competitions I had no idea of the sexual significance until I began to grow.
I was taken by my parents to an allergy clinic (testing for causes of asthma). For some reason the doc needed to examine my tackle .. after hefting it he told my parents I was abnormally large.
All I can remember back then is that I was dimly aware that I was a bit different from the others, and that I could always win the "distance" competitions I had no idea of the sexual significance until I began to grow.
hung: 
I was the first born of a large family. It was in the showers in Junior High after P. E. when I was aware of a wide difference in Penis size. I was referred to as "A Bull in the China Shop!" I did not appreciate the comment at the time, but it never died down so I just learned to put up with it. Currently 8 1/4 X 5 1/2.
I was the first born of a large family. It was in the showers in Junior High after P. E. when I was aware of a wide difference in Penis size. I was referred to as "A Bull in the China Shop!" I did not appreciate the comment at the time, but it never died down so I just learned to put up with it. Currently 8 1/4 X 5 1/2.johnholmeshorse: ;D ???
I would have to say it was in middle school in PE. maybe 7th grade. Everyone were wearing regular underwear butI had boxers on. My bulge even at that point was much to big to hold plus it was rather uncomfortable to get all that meat in a bunch. They goofed on me for that. To shut them up, I wore regular underwear. The next day, they were in shock and looked at their stuff and realized who the dominant force in the locker room was. I was probably packing at that time, close to 6.5 flacid inches. I always knew I was big.
???I would have to say it was in middle school in PE. maybe 7th grade. Everyone were wearing regular underwear butI had boxers on. My bulge even at that point was much to big to hold plus it was rather uncomfortable to get all that meat in a bunch. They goofed on me for that. To shut them up, I wore regular underwear. The next day, they were in shock and looked at their stuff and realized who the dominant force in the locker room was. I was probably packing at that time, close to 6.5 flacid inches. I always knew I was big.
B_JohnTheHorse
Sexy Member
Probably when I was around 16 in high school. I was about 8" hard (topped out at over 10" by time I was 19) but my testicles were full grown by then. They are quite large and sit in a very long sac. I was shy and very self conscious and after one very embarassing experience in the showers with someone making humiliated comment about my equipment I knew I was much bigger than most everyone else.
I avoided sports or anything that might require me to take my clothes off for years after!
I avoided sports or anything that might require me to take my clothes off for years after!
hangin: I always thought I was deficient in the size department because I wasn't tall (5'8"), had small feet (size 8 shoe), not a deep bass voice, and had just an overall bottom-drawer self-esteem. When I found out my (now ex-)wife had boyfriends on the side it only confirmed my opinion.
After I was single again (40 years old) I had a gay friend I started talking to. (No, we never did anything but I could talk to him about stuff I could never have talked to anyone about before.) Since he was an "boner-fied" expert on the subject I started wondering. He really started to change my self-image; that my over-size butt, which I had always thought of as a girl's ass was a really hot bubble-butt, that it was okay for guys to have cute legs, etc. (Ever since I was a kid people had commented on my legs; "Too bad you're not a girl with such gorgeous(sp?) legs" etc. It was enough to give any boy an identity crisis, as if I didn't have enough reasons already.)
Besides the psychotherapy I was involved in for other reasons during this time, I took the plunge into what I later realized as my sexual psychotherapy, by going to some gay sex clubs. (I'm serious.) I found out my friend was right and was very surprised that guys actually lined up to blow me and make nice comments when I would shoot my load up in the air or they swallowed it. I also found out I was an exhibitionist. After a little bit one guy's jaws would get tired and he'd start to bite, then it was the next guy's turn. Sometimes real studmuffins, in my book, would follow me around wanting to give me their phone numbers. I never had the need to reciprocate, which was secretly fine with me.
I know I'm not all that big compared to some of you guys on this website, but in the several times I went to these clubs only once in a while did I happen to see a guy that looked the same size as me (not that I had much time to look), and one time there was a tall black guy that was definitely bigger. He's the only guy I wanted to play with myself, but I never got the chance. I think I would've even wanted to try to blow him if I thought he was clean (as in disease free). After whole nights of this and guys of all kinds carressing my body I would go home with a very sore cock but warm inside. Maybe I wasn't so unlovable as I'd always thought since I was a kid (I know this isn't love, but I TOLD you I needed therapy). Those guys made me feel so different about myself.
There were many comments about how I was too big to "top" them, and about as many that nagged me to do it to them. Eventually on one of my last visits I gave in to a hot-looking guy and found out that the free, standard-sized condoms were a little too tight for my 6.5 inch circumference. (He was anxious to pay for the larger size himself. I didn't know there WERE large sizes. FYI, turned out he was an experienced "bottom", and after loosening him up he took all of me. I was amazed how much he got off on it, and yes, I have to admit it felt really good on my end too.)
During this same time period I also went an adult store and saw that some of the penis pumps were only 8 inches long - not much good to me, but this fact plus the pictures on the packages of hot macho studs pumping surprisingly little cocks also helped to change my inferiority complex. My first pump was 9.25 inches inside with the rubber grommet. After a couple months I could touch the end, but I'm still only 8.75-9 without it.
I could go on about pumping and other activities, but that's a different subject.
After I was single again (40 years old) I had a gay friend I started talking to. (No, we never did anything but I could talk to him about stuff I could never have talked to anyone about before.) Since he was an "boner-fied" expert on the subject I started wondering. He really started to change my self-image; that my over-size butt, which I had always thought of as a girl's ass was a really hot bubble-butt, that it was okay for guys to have cute legs, etc. (Ever since I was a kid people had commented on my legs; "Too bad you're not a girl with such gorgeous(sp?) legs" etc. It was enough to give any boy an identity crisis, as if I didn't have enough reasons already.)
Besides the psychotherapy I was involved in for other reasons during this time, I took the plunge into what I later realized as my sexual psychotherapy, by going to some gay sex clubs. (I'm serious.) I found out my friend was right and was very surprised that guys actually lined up to blow me and make nice comments when I would shoot my load up in the air or they swallowed it. I also found out I was an exhibitionist. After a little bit one guy's jaws would get tired and he'd start to bite, then it was the next guy's turn. Sometimes real studmuffins, in my book, would follow me around wanting to give me their phone numbers. I never had the need to reciprocate, which was secretly fine with me.
I know I'm not all that big compared to some of you guys on this website, but in the several times I went to these clubs only once in a while did I happen to see a guy that looked the same size as me (not that I had much time to look), and one time there was a tall black guy that was definitely bigger. He's the only guy I wanted to play with myself, but I never got the chance. I think I would've even wanted to try to blow him if I thought he was clean (as in disease free). After whole nights of this and guys of all kinds carressing my body I would go home with a very sore cock but warm inside. Maybe I wasn't so unlovable as I'd always thought since I was a kid (I know this isn't love, but I TOLD you I needed therapy). Those guys made me feel so different about myself.
There were many comments about how I was too big to "top" them, and about as many that nagged me to do it to them. Eventually on one of my last visits I gave in to a hot-looking guy and found out that the free, standard-sized condoms were a little too tight for my 6.5 inch circumference. (He was anxious to pay for the larger size himself. I didn't know there WERE large sizes. FYI, turned out he was an experienced "bottom", and after loosening him up he took all of me. I was amazed how much he got off on it, and yes, I have to admit it felt really good on my end too.)
During this same time period I also went an adult store and saw that some of the penis pumps were only 8 inches long - not much good to me, but this fact plus the pictures on the packages of hot macho studs pumping surprisingly little cocks also helped to change my inferiority complex. My first pump was 9.25 inches inside with the rubber grommet. After a couple months I could touch the end, but I'm still only 8.75-9 without it.
I could go on about pumping and other activities, but that's a different subject.
two_fister: I first realized I was larger than average back in 7th grade during gym class. I'd just tranfered schools, and my old school didn't do the shower after gym class thing, but the new one did. And looking around the locker room I realized.
like_a_UB_Bull: Girlfriend's sore jaw at age 15, and another girlfriend(present and permanent one) said after first and unsuccessful bj. "I am definately not telling you that"
"What honey?"
"Well, you're a little more than I can handle."
Then when I found out how mych nicer magnums are. ahhhhhh...
7x6
"What honey?"
"Well, you're a little more than I can handle."
Then when I found out how mych nicer magnums are. ahhhhhh...
7x6
mkeycrash: found out on my own when i was 15, and developed an interest in making it even bigger (for some reason). So, i got ahold of some penis enlargement info, mainly jelq, and started doing it at 15 till about 17 on and off and developed the size i have today
MichaelWith11: I was 14 when someoneoticed in the locker room and mentioned it. I went home and measured; it was 7.5"
I kept measuring; it kept growing.
And so it goes.
Michael
I kept measuring; it kept growing.
And so it goes.
Michael
DanDMan: I was somewhat scrawney at 15 I had my first real GF. We would always grind and she never directly touched me nor got to see it. One day I insisted she put her hand down my pants which she did and proceded to play with it. Being uncut, I have some extra skin. She asked me if I got any bigger as to stretch out the skin. Being semi-hard at the time I replied that it groes a little more but not in order to stretch the skin, I was only 7.25 at the time. She replied with an "Oh, cuz this is plenty big enough, anymore would be really scarey!" After fooling around for a while, I thought I heard my parents coming and popped out of bed, with my pants halfway down my thighs. She got a good look at it, and said something to the effect "it looks huge on you" while turning beet red.
Bigoledadd: I hear by swear this story is true, to the best of my recolection. I do remember it quite vividly, it was traumatic in a way and etched it's self into my memory.
So help me God.
At the age of 4, yes 4, before I started kindergarden. Mind you this is back when we really did have those glass bottles of milk that sat on the raised registers that warmed themselves almost to the curding stage.
I was across the street playing with the girls that lived there. One being my age the other quite a bit older, maybe 4th or 5th grade. Hell from my point of view in the world she was an adult.
We where in their basement playing, you guessed it, house. I being the only male in this little family assumed the father role, with the older sister being the mother and the remaining one having to assume the role of the child. A house was built from a old card table, with blankets draped over the sides to totallly, except for the one slit that served as the door. shielded us from the elements, and prying eyes. The floor, under the table was strune with mounds of pillows, it looked like the inside of a shieks cassba. Like I said, I was only 4.
We where having a great time. I felt a bit funny when the older girl started kissing me. But with the giggling of the girls and being told it was just part of the game and they weren't lieing because mommies and daddies did kiss it I relaxed and went with the flow and started feeling good and happy but but in a strangly different way.
After a bit of foreplay, mom decided our daughter need and education and she should be sent to school. It was decided she was to go upstairs and make kool-aid. I watched with a smile on my face as my little girl gleefully bounded up the stairs on her way to school. As I turned from the crack to face the misses I could help myself, the light shinny through the slit irradiated the beautiful face of the woman I was lucky enough to be married to. I could see a worldlyness beyond her years, in her sultry eyes. I was in love. the first crush I remember. If our positions were reversed she would no doubt have seen my innocent little face blushing. Then this creature from heaven looked into my wide eyes and said, "Do you want to make a baby?" I was so young I readily admitted I didn't know how. Maybe something to do with kissing.. She said she'd show me if I'd like. How could I say no.
Pointing to my crotch, my doddlebug, that's what I called him then, she said you have to stick your thing in my thing. Well I was totally fucking lost by now. I was vaguely aware boys and girls where different let alone immagining what she was proposing was even feesable. When I was told I needed to push my pants down I once again felt very uneasy, you could almost say scared. She assured me she could see anyone coming down the stairs through the opening in the blankets and I would have plenty of time to pull my pants up. I liked her, and she had made me enjoy myself earlier, and lets face it she was so much bigger than me I was afraid to say no.
As I shoved my shorts down to my ankles and layed back my uncircumsize pecker and balls pointed strait towards the underside of the table, not errect but just the way it kind of always was, at that age. I could see I hadn't married a shy one cause the misses was completely out of her shorts and panties, in a blink of an eye. She was hot to trot and wasn't about to waste our time together. I was getting my first look at a woman, and I was baffled. So smooth, so soft looking, nothing sticking out, not at all like me. And right in the middle a delicate fold that to me looked nothing like the opening to my sexual awareness.. She reach out and touched me and asked if I was willing to try, as the word yes trembled from my lips, I also could notice something was changing. Her hand was making me get like I got when I had to pee real bad, but I didn't have to pee. I can't say I had never had anthing other than a piss hardon before then, but I sure as hell han never had anyone give one to me. I could hear the excitement in her voice when she said, "WOW, you got big!" She was now touching me with both hands, I was dazed, not know what was happening. She once again said we have to put this in me, She proceded to start to climb on top of me. As she was straddling me I could start to see that the slit I had first observed seemed ot be a bit substantial than it looked with her legs together. She held my erect penis with one hand and slid the tip of him between the lips of her womanhood. I gazed in wide wonder as my manhood slowly but surely seemingly began disappearing deeper and deeper into this girl that was doing the most amazing magic trick I had ever seen. I took forever, or a second, I don't know which, but she soon was totally down on me. I don't think we actually fucked but I was burried to the hilt. I was too scared shittless to say anything and all I remember her saying over and over is you feel so big in me.....
I never came that day. The sound door at the top of the stairs had us both hurriedly scrambling to get our pants back on, My heart was pounding in my chest, ready to explode. Our daughter her face aglow proudly entered the house carring what she had made. PINK LEMON-AID.
How fitting that the day I realize I was different, was the day that I first sampled the Pink.
Bigoledadd
Is that a good fucking story or what?
So help me God.
At the age of 4, yes 4, before I started kindergarden. Mind you this is back when we really did have those glass bottles of milk that sat on the raised registers that warmed themselves almost to the curding stage.
I was across the street playing with the girls that lived there. One being my age the other quite a bit older, maybe 4th or 5th grade. Hell from my point of view in the world she was an adult.
We where in their basement playing, you guessed it, house. I being the only male in this little family assumed the father role, with the older sister being the mother and the remaining one having to assume the role of the child. A house was built from a old card table, with blankets draped over the sides to totallly, except for the one slit that served as the door. shielded us from the elements, and prying eyes. The floor, under the table was strune with mounds of pillows, it looked like the inside of a shieks cassba. Like I said, I was only 4.
We where having a great time. I felt a bit funny when the older girl started kissing me. But with the giggling of the girls and being told it was just part of the game and they weren't lieing because mommies and daddies did kiss it I relaxed and went with the flow and started feeling good and happy but but in a strangly different way.
After a bit of foreplay, mom decided our daughter need and education and she should be sent to school. It was decided she was to go upstairs and make kool-aid. I watched with a smile on my face as my little girl gleefully bounded up the stairs on her way to school. As I turned from the crack to face the misses I could help myself, the light shinny through the slit irradiated the beautiful face of the woman I was lucky enough to be married to. I could see a worldlyness beyond her years, in her sultry eyes. I was in love. the first crush I remember. If our positions were reversed she would no doubt have seen my innocent little face blushing. Then this creature from heaven looked into my wide eyes and said, "Do you want to make a baby?" I was so young I readily admitted I didn't know how. Maybe something to do with kissing.. She said she'd show me if I'd like. How could I say no.
Pointing to my crotch, my doddlebug, that's what I called him then, she said you have to stick your thing in my thing. Well I was totally fucking lost by now. I was vaguely aware boys and girls where different let alone immagining what she was proposing was even feesable. When I was told I needed to push my pants down I once again felt very uneasy, you could almost say scared. She assured me she could see anyone coming down the stairs through the opening in the blankets and I would have plenty of time to pull my pants up. I liked her, and she had made me enjoy myself earlier, and lets face it she was so much bigger than me I was afraid to say no.
As I shoved my shorts down to my ankles and layed back my uncircumsize pecker and balls pointed strait towards the underside of the table, not errect but just the way it kind of always was, at that age. I could see I hadn't married a shy one cause the misses was completely out of her shorts and panties, in a blink of an eye. She was hot to trot and wasn't about to waste our time together. I was getting my first look at a woman, and I was baffled. So smooth, so soft looking, nothing sticking out, not at all like me. And right in the middle a delicate fold that to me looked nothing like the opening to my sexual awareness.. She reach out and touched me and asked if I was willing to try, as the word yes trembled from my lips, I also could notice something was changing. Her hand was making me get like I got when I had to pee real bad, but I didn't have to pee. I can't say I had never had anthing other than a piss hardon before then, but I sure as hell han never had anyone give one to me. I could hear the excitement in her voice when she said, "WOW, you got big!" She was now touching me with both hands, I was dazed, not know what was happening. She once again said we have to put this in me, She proceded to start to climb on top of me. As she was straddling me I could start to see that the slit I had first observed seemed ot be a bit substantial than it looked with her legs together. She held my erect penis with one hand and slid the tip of him between the lips of her womanhood. I gazed in wide wonder as my manhood slowly but surely seemingly began disappearing deeper and deeper into this girl that was doing the most amazing magic trick I had ever seen. I took forever, or a second, I don't know which, but she soon was totally down on me. I don't think we actually fucked but I was burried to the hilt. I was too scared shittless to say anything and all I remember her saying over and over is you feel so big in me.....
I never came that day. The sound door at the top of the stairs had us both hurriedly scrambling to get our pants back on, My heart was pounding in my chest, ready to explode. Our daughter her face aglow proudly entered the house carring what she had made. PINK LEMON-AID.
How fitting that the day I realize I was different, was the day that I first sampled the Pink.
Bigoledadd
Is that a good fucking story or what?
two_fister: what a distrubing story...
4 year old having sex?...
that's by far the worst story/message on this board.
4 year old having sex?...
that's by far the worst story/message on this board.
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