Full hardness cannot necessarily be determined through photographs, and make no mistake; I have NEVER harbored the least curiosity about your dick. You wanna talk facts? The fact is anyone here who has, or who has experienced a very large, maximally engorged erection knows just how hard and heavy something like that is. The fact that you believe a hand is comparable, proves you are not among our number.
You ARE trolling. You came to this thread where people were enjoying themselves and shitted all over it, and you did it on purpose. Did you tell an embarrassing or goofy story? No! You came in and, as politely as is possible, called
@nailz a liar. You seem to think because you were gentle about it, that makes it okay. It doesn't. You singlehandedly sucked the fun out of a thread. Congratulations. That's trolling. Literally. Here's a clue-by-four for your face. If you see a thread where people are having fun, join the fun instead of derailing it. If you're going to challenge the veracity of some anecdote, don't choose an established member whose word is generally trusted because she has already proven herself over time. Definitely don't defend yourself nor double-down on your accusations after they respond, since you're already in the wrong. And when you're behaving like a troll, and are called on it, either apologize, or shut the fuck up.
By the way, to get a thread back on track, you must actually post something relevant, not just tell people to get back on topic. No further replies from you are necessary unless you've actually got a true, funny story to tell, or a good joke that is in keeping with the original spirit of this thread.
I know in previous threads I've mentioned this. But. I was giving my very first boyfriend a blow job, at the main research branch of the NYPL (with the Lions outside) in the hallway that leads to the room where you begin searches for periodicals. There is an alcove, such that no one just looking down the hall could see the occupants of the bench within. No one could sneak up on is either. The ceilings are gloriously high, the surfaces all really hard, and the resulting echoes could be cacophonous. So, one afternoon there, when our schoolwork was concluded, I practiced my art. Seconds after I swallowed the last drop, we heard footfalls, and adjusted ourselves. A security guard turned up, and told us the library was closed. Once outside, we saw that it would actually still be open a few hours. We'd never seen the camera, but she must have been watching us, and since she let us finish, I would guess she liked what she saw. We chuckled.