Ten years ago I finished medical school and went into general practice. For the last decade, whenever a male patient has come to me for a full physical or any urological problem, I get to see his cock. So I have a pretty good sense of how big the average male endowment is. Since I practice in a a neighbourhood in Queens, New York, I see men of all races and dozens of ethnic groups - and lots of exotic hybrids as well. So I figure I have seen as representative a sampling of 'dicks of the world' as any man. I am gay and a lot of my patients know this. So I am very careful to keep my hands to myself and only touch my patients' private parts when an examination absolutely requires it - and of course, I am wearing gloves when I do it. Still, I am no saint, I have to admit I often get a little thrill when I give a male patient a full physical. But none ever gave me the thrill I got from Robbie. One family I had been doctoring since I began my practicing was the O'Toole's - father, mother and now 6 kids - a family that moved from Ireland to the US at about the time I started my practice. One day not too long ago, Tim O'Toole, the young father of the brood, called my office to ask if I could give his younger brother Robbie, who had just come over from Ireland to live with them, the full physical that he needed for a job. He needed a clean bill of health by the next morning. I did not have any slot open durimng the usual hours I see patients, but Tim should tell Robbie to stop by today at the end of my office hours. It turned out that Robbie was about 21, tall, lean, easy-going, funny and very cocky - kind of surprising in a recent immigrant who was about to face his first job in a new country. I took the guy's medical history and told him to strip down to his undershorts to examine all his parts and systems. I told him it looked like he was in fine shape but could not help noticing that he had a huge bulge in his briefs. It was almost obscene and he was definitely bigger than from what I remembered of his brother's medium-sized cock. I composed myself and asked him to drop his briefs. Robbie turned his back, pushed down his underwear, stepped out of them and turned around; he presented me with the biggest monstercock I had ever seen in my years of examining guys. Robbie clearly got all the dick in the family. It had to be at least ten inches long, hanging and swaying like a limp blimp. At first I thought he was hard but then he moved in closer, the monster swinging between his manly legs from side to side, with a good half inch of foreskin that hung below the end of the giant cockhead, and it dawned to me that he was only soft. This was of course a rough estimate. I wondered how big it got hard! I told you that Robbie was cocky for a guy his age and in his circumstances and now I knew why. He just smiled when he saw how surprised I was. I imagined he got that reaction all the time.