This past Memorial Weekend my G/F and I spent the holiday at our favorite Florida nudist resort. The place was packed and the crowd a nice mix of 20's through 50's. For anyone straight, gay, bi or any percentage in between, you'll get a true penile education during a busy three or four day Memorial Day / July 4th/Labor Day visit; I highly encourage one and all to try nudism. On Saturday we found ourselves in a veritable sea of nude bodies lounging on chairs, in the huge main pool complete with waterfall and in the conversation pool on the upper level. Sometime around 2pm I left for a couple of drinks and when I returned G/F nudged me and whispered, "you've got some competition." I looked around briefly, then acted nonchalent and drank my Heineken. Twenty minutes later G/F touched my shoulder and whispered, "there he is...walking up the stairs...care to have a look?" Acting as totally uninterested as my staright ego could muster, I slowly turned around to see the rear end of an age 30's couple walking up the stairs to the conversation pool area, beach towels over their shoulders. A little later, having fried in the Sun and chilled in the enormous albeit unheated pool, I suggested we go try the conversation pool- I had completely forgotten about the guy G/F had spoken about (honest.) But as we walked up the stairs, G/F sarcastically chided me "I know why YOU want to go upstairs." Huh, why? "Because YOU want to have a cock competition." I quickly told her to shut-up and that was the furthest thing on my mind, and mumbled some BS credo about naturism and AANR body philosophy. Cut to the conversation pool area where we tossed our towels on a couple of the only remaining lounge chairs and walked into the shallow water. It was hot and I have to admit I was HANGING and getting some looks. In the conversation pool a couple slowly gravitated our way until we four started making small conversation; about the resort, where to dine, what attractions were in the Tampa area, etc. More time went by- I bought all of us a round of drinks as the server went past us. Finally G/F's small bladder caught up with her and she loudly announced that she was going to the restroom. Well, this guy's wife quickly chimed in "I'll go with you" and off the two went in a female pairing ritual I will never understand. In fact they were gone so long I think he and I exhausted the conversation about our jobs, sports, real estate... When they returned the women acted as if they were long lost girlfriends. I was mystified at the bonding. The coup de gras for me was about five minutes later when our new "friends" left the conversation pool. As this guy climbed out of the conversation pool to retrieve his towel there was this phallic howitzer swinging between his legs, veins clearly showing along the shaft and a red glans head larger than mine. I probably had the guy (barely) in length but there was no contest in circumference. His cock head looked larger than a doorknob, and he was still in that penile regime of heat soaked inflation but definately not erect. I was very quite for an uncomfotable amount of time while G/F seemed to relish my mood. Later as we walked to the condo I asked her why she was gone so long at the restroom. "Oh, XXXX and I were just comparing notes." At dinner I persued the subject much to her delight as she shrugged and said, "we talked about a lot of things." She reveled in making me squirm, mentally knowing what I wanted to ask. In the car back I summoned the guts to say "out with it. What did XXX say about him?" Holding her hands rediculously far apart, G/F let out a "whew, he...is...a...big...boy. And he doesn't tire out either." That night I called upon every ounce of erectile energy I had and really performed like a champion with G/F as I hadn't in months. I couldn't believe what emotions this imaginary penile competition brought out of me, a straight guy. At home when I'm tired I sometimes have to squeeze my shaft for added stiffness, but that night when, in the midst of sex G/F said "do you think XXX and I should put you two side by side? Huh? To see which one is bigger... longer;" I was a bar of steel that night. Folks, I'm a straight guy and this very rare cock competition brought this out in me. Perhaps that is why I'm a loyal LPSG.ORG fan.