Sex ed for me as a teenager consisted just about entirely of porn, so I thought (and had never been told otherwise) that average male size was +/- 7". So while I was glad for what I had (while obviously having not as much as lots of guys here) I didn't think it was noteworthy. Believe me, if I had known as of age 11 when I hit 5" that I already had what most men would ever expect to have, it would have changed my entire behavior growing up.
Anyway. My basic cluelessness lasted right up to the first time. I thought she and I were just friends, so it came as a complete surprise--which was kind of bad news, because I didn't have a rubber with me. No problem, she had her own in the dorm. But when she tried to put it on..... no go. It couldn't even approach the flare, and obviously wouldn't have been able to pass it. The harder we tried, the more it just hurt and the more frustrated and frightened I became. It was then that she starts talking me up, being very *very* flattering and looking for all the world like she was really impressed. At the time I didn't care at all, I was crushed in fact. She could have said I had a 2-foot cock of gold and diamonds, it didn't matter--something was getting in the way. Happily the story didn't end there. She sucked me off several times that night, and stroked me relentlessly before, during, and afterwards, staring at it and still talking me up. I should note that this girl was a total nympho and aggressive dick-fan in general (don't ya just love them?), and looking back I guess I was a little out of the ordinary and kind of a "new toy" for her. She then let me try again soon after some better "accessorization" on my part--another thing I had no idea about at the time--and now with better results, Thank God!
So fastforward some weeks and months. She and I weren't an "item," more like friends with benefits. We had lots of mutual girl friends and would often go out to bars together. Several of the girls start to make a habit of asking to get pictures taken with me, pictures that involve a certain prop: a pint beer glass. Sometimes me holding it, sometimes them, but always in frame, and always with some other girls looking and snickering on as an audience. Like I said, CLUELESS ME, huh, what?
After literally at least the 5th time this happened, I finally asked one of them, and after much more giggling the story finally comes out: My first-time girl had been relentlessly spreading the story, to apparently everyone we both knew, that I was built like a pint glass top to bottom and side to side. I didn't get any nicknames out of that, but all those joke pictures were kind of a "trademark" for a little while I guess. Needless to say it wasn't even close to being accurate, and since I wasn't her proper boyfriend I still don't know why she did it. She didn't have to "defend my honor" or anything... maybe she thought it would help attract attention and get me laid more. I was so stunned that any girls were discussing my cock at all that I didn't know what to do. They all seemed to have the same basic outlook on sex as the girl I'd been with, so I was hoping if they were interested I could get with them too. On two separate occasions, two different girls asked me if the pint glass thing was true, and between my shyness and horniness all I could say was something like "A gentleman never tells with *words*." I wouldn't lie to them, but I also was hoping for something to come from all this.
Sadly, I was never able to hook up with anyone else from that crowd. So the legend lived on, a legend I would have been very happy to disprove!
Anyway. My basic cluelessness lasted right up to the first time. I thought she and I were just friends, so it came as a complete surprise--which was kind of bad news, because I didn't have a rubber with me. No problem, she had her own in the dorm. But when she tried to put it on..... no go. It couldn't even approach the flare, and obviously wouldn't have been able to pass it. The harder we tried, the more it just hurt and the more frustrated and frightened I became. It was then that she starts talking me up, being very *very* flattering and looking for all the world like she was really impressed. At the time I didn't care at all, I was crushed in fact. She could have said I had a 2-foot cock of gold and diamonds, it didn't matter--something was getting in the way. Happily the story didn't end there. She sucked me off several times that night, and stroked me relentlessly before, during, and afterwards, staring at it and still talking me up. I should note that this girl was a total nympho and aggressive dick-fan in general (don't ya just love them?), and looking back I guess I was a little out of the ordinary and kind of a "new toy" for her. She then let me try again soon after some better "accessorization" on my part--another thing I had no idea about at the time--and now with better results, Thank God!
So fastforward some weeks and months. She and I weren't an "item," more like friends with benefits. We had lots of mutual girl friends and would often go out to bars together. Several of the girls start to make a habit of asking to get pictures taken with me, pictures that involve a certain prop: a pint beer glass. Sometimes me holding it, sometimes them, but always in frame, and always with some other girls looking and snickering on as an audience. Like I said, CLUELESS ME, huh, what?
After literally at least the 5th time this happened, I finally asked one of them, and after much more giggling the story finally comes out: My first-time girl had been relentlessly spreading the story, to apparently everyone we both knew, that I was built like a pint glass top to bottom and side to side. I didn't get any nicknames out of that, but all those joke pictures were kind of a "trademark" for a little while I guess. Needless to say it wasn't even close to being accurate, and since I wasn't her proper boyfriend I still don't know why she did it. She didn't have to "defend my honor" or anything... maybe she thought it would help attract attention and get me laid more. I was so stunned that any girls were discussing my cock at all that I didn't know what to do. They all seemed to have the same basic outlook on sex as the girl I'd been with, so I was hoping if they were interested I could get with them too. On two separate occasions, two different girls asked me if the pint glass thing was true, and between my shyness and horniness all I could say was something like "A gentleman never tells with *words*." I wouldn't lie to them, but I also was hoping for something to come from all this.
Sadly, I was never able to hook up with anyone else from that crowd. So the legend lived on, a legend I would have been very happy to disprove!
