I’m sure this kind of thing happens to many of us from time to time. I am referring to situations where someone notices the large bulge in whatever you’re wearing and expresses disbelief that it’s real. In my experience, not too many people will verbally challenge you, and when they do, they’re usually coming on to you. Unless I reciprocate the interest, typically I just blow it off in good humor, since I know – admittedly with smug self-satisfaction – that I have a big dick and, furthermore, plenty of others know it, too. Occasionally, though, in some circumstances, I take up the challenge.
The other night I was out at one the local bars, wearing a tight pair of wrangler jeans that did nothing to obscure my large genitals. When I went to the men’s room, this guy who I noticed had been looking at me for quite a while followed me into the men’s room. I am not unaccustomed to this kind of attention, and like I said, I am usually pretty laid back about it. However, I felt aggravated when he commented on my bulge, not rudely exactly, but clearly skeptical. Given that I was about to take it out to piss, anyway, I unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped, and unfurled on a defiant whim to just to shut him up -- which it did for a few seconds before I received an invitation that I had no desire to accept. I should know better, and usually do, but for some reason, I felt provoked.
Actually, my all time best story on this theme occurred many years ago, back in the 80’s, when I was a senior in high school. I was on a YMCA swim team, and we had gone to a regional swim meet. Of course, all the guys wore racing-style Speedo swimsuits, and I filled out the front of mine more than the others. One the men in charge of the event – who, as I recall, was a coach in one of the neighboring towns – pulled me aside in private and told me I needed to remove whatever it was I was using to emphasize my crotch. Dismayed, I pulled down my suit and showed him it was all me. He got a funny look on his face and said “Oh. Well, ok.” Later, after the event, I told my swim coach about it. He laughed and told me the other coach should have asked him about it first so that he could have vouched for me.
Anyway, I thought it would be amusing to hear about experiences other guys have.
The other night I was out at one the local bars, wearing a tight pair of wrangler jeans that did nothing to obscure my large genitals. When I went to the men’s room, this guy who I noticed had been looking at me for quite a while followed me into the men’s room. I am not unaccustomed to this kind of attention, and like I said, I am usually pretty laid back about it. However, I felt aggravated when he commented on my bulge, not rudely exactly, but clearly skeptical. Given that I was about to take it out to piss, anyway, I unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped, and unfurled on a defiant whim to just to shut him up -- which it did for a few seconds before I received an invitation that I had no desire to accept. I should know better, and usually do, but for some reason, I felt provoked.
Actually, my all time best story on this theme occurred many years ago, back in the 80’s, when I was a senior in high school. I was on a YMCA swim team, and we had gone to a regional swim meet. Of course, all the guys wore racing-style Speedo swimsuits, and I filled out the front of mine more than the others. One the men in charge of the event – who, as I recall, was a coach in one of the neighboring towns – pulled me aside in private and told me I needed to remove whatever it was I was using to emphasize my crotch. Dismayed, I pulled down my suit and showed him it was all me. He got a funny look on his face and said “Oh. Well, ok.” Later, after the event, I told my swim coach about it. He laughed and told me the other coach should have asked him about it first so that he could have vouched for me.
Anyway, I thought it would be amusing to hear about experiences other guys have.
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