December 14 2011, 9:19 AM by Lord Henry Wotton
What I've written below is for my own records. I'm not trying to impress anyone.
I've never thought much about the size of my dick. All I think about is that it serves me well. A few girls I was with didn't want to do anything until they felt (and then saw) my dick, after which they immediately asked if I had a condom. Some of them said I had a big dick. These are all party girls who are designed to stoke an ego, so I didn't pay much heed to their compliments.
The first time I got together with my Spaniard friend, she also commented, with eyes wide, that I had a big dick. She asked if I had a condom. I did not. She told me to buy some Magnums for the next time we were together.
I didn't know what Magnums were. A guy friend said I could buy a box of twenty regular condoms at the 99 Cent Store. They were all strangely colored and looked like they could glow in the dark, but they didn't. The next time I was with the Spaniard, she shook her head when she saw the condoms, telling me I needed Magnums. The brightly colored condom did fit, after quite a struggle. Was it too tight? I didn't know. They were very difficult to remove.
Did I want to get Magnum condoms? Maybe. But what if they didn't fit? What if I was average or worse, smaller? How would it be if I used a large condom that slipped off? Yeah, not very impressive. So I stuck with the colored ones.
That Saturday the Spaniard and I got together. I pulled out a black and chartreuse condom which she tried to put on. She tossed it at me in disgust and pulled another from her purse, telling me it was a Magnum. And what a surprise: it fit. It was snug without being tight.
My Spaniard friend left me with these words: "See I told you, you need a Magnum condom. You have a large dick."
With this revelation, the smile has not left my face.
What I've written below is for my own records. I'm not trying to impress anyone.
I've never thought much about the size of my dick. All I think about is that it serves me well. A few girls I was with didn't want to do anything until they felt (and then saw) my dick, after which they immediately asked if I had a condom. Some of them said I had a big dick. These are all party girls who are designed to stoke an ego, so I didn't pay much heed to their compliments.
The first time I got together with my Spaniard friend, she also commented, with eyes wide, that I had a big dick. She asked if I had a condom. I did not. She told me to buy some Magnums for the next time we were together.
I didn't know what Magnums were. A guy friend said I could buy a box of twenty regular condoms at the 99 Cent Store. They were all strangely colored and looked like they could glow in the dark, but they didn't. The next time I was with the Spaniard, she shook her head when she saw the condoms, telling me I needed Magnums. The brightly colored condom did fit, after quite a struggle. Was it too tight? I didn't know. They were very difficult to remove.
Did I want to get Magnum condoms? Maybe. But what if they didn't fit? What if I was average or worse, smaller? How would it be if I used a large condom that slipped off? Yeah, not very impressive. So I stuck with the colored ones.
That Saturday the Spaniard and I got together. I pulled out a black and chartreuse condom which she tried to put on. She tossed it at me in disgust and pulled another from her purse, telling me it was a Magnum. And what a surprise: it fit. It was snug without being tight.
My Spaniard friend left me with these words: "See I told you, you need a Magnum condom. You have a large dick."
With this revelation, the smile has not left my face.