My fifth sex partner had the tiniest little penis I had ever seen. We'll call him Little, and his roommate, my current bf, Large. The first time we had sex, I couldn't feel him. I asked him to stop, and held it between my thumb and forefinger. "Wow...it's...um... hard." And it was. Then he climaxed. We lay on the bed and made small talk and we didn't discuss the "sex". When I got up to get a glass of water, I noticed it had shriveled up and went inside of him. I felt awful for being so turned off, but the moment I saw his inny penis I knew we were done...
Yet, a second time, I convinced myself, was worth a try. I liked him, after all. But during that night, I couldn't help but notice how we looked almost identical in jeans. How he had hardly any bulge at all. I don't know why, but it bothered me. I'd never been a "pecker checker" but every other couple there was something there, in the front of the guys pants. We went back to his place and again, it was awful. Little then had gone to borrow a condom from Large. It was a magnum. So I knew about the roommate from then on...And memories came flooding back.
Circa 2001:
My first two ever lovers had been hung Persian men with huge dicks...When I first began having sex I honestly could not relate at all to my girlfriends claims that sex was "not that big a deal" and I definitely couldn't understand how they weren't having orgasms. And not ONE of my girlfriends did during those early days, at least of those who spoke about it. But my experience, with my first ever guy, was the opposite. Sex was amazing for me. From the first moment I laid eyes on his penis I wanted it, and I would get highly lubricated just from giving him oral sex. After the first few initial times, which were often painful, I began having orgasms from penetration alone, and within just a few minutes. These were utterly alien experiences to all my girlfriends. I also gathered, from describing sexual scenarios, that their men weren't as well-equipped. One conversation about how I loved holding him in both hands as I sucked him (which drew "both hands? yeah riiight!"), illustrated this. But I never gave it much thought. Not in those days.
I can't attribute all of this to the size of my partners...I was also in love with them. But later, as I learned how blessed and rare eight and nine inch penises really are, I found sex with average sized men, years later, to be...lacking. I never got orgasms from my five and six inch lovers. Not a single one. I could give myself one if I manually stimulated while they entered. It wasn't nearly as sexy to watch them enter me and I just couldn't shake the memory of my hung early partners. Knowing these average guys were only about half to two-thirds as deep inside me as I'd felt before...I felt disappointed. I feel bad saying that, but I did. Panting "deeper, deeper" and knowing they couldn't go deeper.
Then came an absolutely tiny penis, which I was open-minded enough to try, but I would liken to a tampon level of stimulation. I always thought "is it in yet" was a joke, but to have a six foot tall seemingly physically mature man thrusting vigorously inside me and I feel only a faint tickle if anything at all was such a sad, uncomfortable experience. I would think to myself "Oh my God...he has no penis" and then hate myself for thinking that! I felt so bad for him, but I knew then and there that I just HAD to have a big dick again. It had been years since my last big dick and in many ways I felt like I'd been celibate since.
Large and I flirted and then I ended it with Little. He was pissed at first but he accepted it fairly quickly. When Large showed me for the first time, about two weeks later, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced. I instantly gave him what he later called "the greatest blowjob in the history of the world"...it's one of the few times in my life I utterly lost control of myself. I felt like I was possessed. He went down on me but only a couple minutes of it, I needed him inside. I had a record number of orgasms that night.
My only fear now is that I'm truly indoctrinated, and I don't know if...in the future...anything less than big will do. But as for right now, I'm just going to keep on having the best sex I've ever had.
Yet, a second time, I convinced myself, was worth a try. I liked him, after all. But during that night, I couldn't help but notice how we looked almost identical in jeans. How he had hardly any bulge at all. I don't know why, but it bothered me. I'd never been a "pecker checker" but every other couple there was something there, in the front of the guys pants. We went back to his place and again, it was awful. Little then had gone to borrow a condom from Large. It was a magnum. So I knew about the roommate from then on...And memories came flooding back.
Circa 2001:
My first two ever lovers had been hung Persian men with huge dicks...When I first began having sex I honestly could not relate at all to my girlfriends claims that sex was "not that big a deal" and I definitely couldn't understand how they weren't having orgasms. And not ONE of my girlfriends did during those early days, at least of those who spoke about it. But my experience, with my first ever guy, was the opposite. Sex was amazing for me. From the first moment I laid eyes on his penis I wanted it, and I would get highly lubricated just from giving him oral sex. After the first few initial times, which were often painful, I began having orgasms from penetration alone, and within just a few minutes. These were utterly alien experiences to all my girlfriends. I also gathered, from describing sexual scenarios, that their men weren't as well-equipped. One conversation about how I loved holding him in both hands as I sucked him (which drew "both hands? yeah riiight!"), illustrated this. But I never gave it much thought. Not in those days.
I can't attribute all of this to the size of my partners...I was also in love with them. But later, as I learned how blessed and rare eight and nine inch penises really are, I found sex with average sized men, years later, to be...lacking. I never got orgasms from my five and six inch lovers. Not a single one. I could give myself one if I manually stimulated while they entered. It wasn't nearly as sexy to watch them enter me and I just couldn't shake the memory of my hung early partners. Knowing these average guys were only about half to two-thirds as deep inside me as I'd felt before...I felt disappointed. I feel bad saying that, but I did. Panting "deeper, deeper" and knowing they couldn't go deeper.
Then came an absolutely tiny penis, which I was open-minded enough to try, but I would liken to a tampon level of stimulation. I always thought "is it in yet" was a joke, but to have a six foot tall seemingly physically mature man thrusting vigorously inside me and I feel only a faint tickle if anything at all was such a sad, uncomfortable experience. I would think to myself "Oh my God...he has no penis" and then hate myself for thinking that! I felt so bad for him, but I knew then and there that I just HAD to have a big dick again. It had been years since my last big dick and in many ways I felt like I'd been celibate since.
Large and I flirted and then I ended it with Little. He was pissed at first but he accepted it fairly quickly. When Large showed me for the first time, about two weeks later, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced. I instantly gave him what he later called "the greatest blowjob in the history of the world"...it's one of the few times in my life I utterly lost control of myself. I felt like I was possessed. He went down on me but only a couple minutes of it, I needed him inside. I had a record number of orgasms that night.
My only fear now is that I'm truly indoctrinated, and I don't know if...in the future...anything less than big will do. But as for right now, I'm just going to keep on having the best sex I've ever had.
