Yes, football for a time, before being hit by a ball full on my shaft which made me feel like death every time I pissed for the next four days (not fan of football, but it was a little entertaining with friends).
And no, no hierarchy, because most of us didn't shower in packs like in some other countries seem more common, and because everyone seemed quite sure of themselves, and successful with the ladies.
They did not ignored the fact that I was way beyond the second largest – they understood the toll on my daily life, respected my efforts to cope with it, and went on about their business. As most women declined having intercourse with me due my size, I was the 'slowest' of the gang when it came to chicks and numbers (as much difficult to believe as it might sound, I'm relatively shy around chicks up to this day, although I prefer those with an age similar to mine, going into 40s, who it feels like conversation have a more natural flux, as well as evolution of the relationship; there's less bullshit and a lot of reality). And this fact and clarity was enough to make them value what they had, although I cannot make assertions if they had any sort of competition or jealously between them, because there was some quite large in my group; and a note, the smallest of us, who is the average size of my country, had the highest number of chicks and sex at our prime. So, there's that.