I'm perfectly happy with my regular, average size. Sure, it'd be cool to have a massive dick, but it would be cool to look like Brad Pitt and have the body of a young Jean Claude Van Damme too. But I'm not losing any sleep over it. You work with what you're given. I love pussy. I love looking at it, smelling it, tasting it, and eating it. I have never in my life met a woman who didn't find my enthusiasm a turn on, and they sure as hell never thought to complain about my 'average' penis.
I come to this site to live out a fantasy life vicariously through the images and exploits of the super hung. It turns me on to imagine the wild life (however unrealistic) I would have led if I'd been so blessed - the jocks I'd have cuckolded, the college girls I'd have had lining up at my dorm room door, the cries of pain and the gasps of shock, the Alpha-male pride I'd have felt seeing a guy's ego evaporate when I walked by him in the locker room.
There's a reason why the Ancient Romans worshiped the penis. It's the same reason that powerful, soaring, larger-than-life buildings are critiqued as 'phalocentric'. A big dick is the embodiment of power and virility, masculinity and prowess. While I have no interest whatsoever in having one anywhere near any orifice, seeing them jerked solo or pounding away at a beautiful girl, is, to me, the embodiment of brute sexuality and never fails to get me off.