You solicited my response. Obviously the size did impact you. So obviously it does matter
For those who dont know what you're talking about, I will tell the tale.
I'm high school I was friends with two guys, T and K, and another girl. We can call her G, for girl, (since her name also began with T). G and I both knew K. I found K attractive, but wouldn't have had the guts to say so. He didn't give me any reason to believe he was interested anyway.(Besides, I did actually have a crush on someone who doesn't come into this story.)
K had a crush on G. G had a crush on T. T had a crush on me. K went out of his way to hook me up with T. Once I saw it was impossible for G to ever get her way with T, I was open to noticing how pretty his eyes were, and how easy our friendship always was. With me distracting T, K was able to move on G.
T became my first lover, and we remained friends for a really long time after school. K and G got engaged a few years after high school. K died a month or two after they announced their engagement.
K and I were really close. We transferred out of that school and into another together. Achieved together. Cried and laughed together. When I laid with T for the first time, it was K I called to gossip and to explore my feelings when I got home. It was K I asked all my questions about condoms and blowjobs. He was one of my best friends.
G was abusive. Until the day we parted ways forever, G was a domestic abuser of one man or another. K was my friend. G is somebody I used to know. Anyway, she had a retail gig, and she bought him some drawers at her job. She insisted he show them to me one afternoon chilling at another friend's house. There were a few of us there, but she seemed to primarily want me to see his boxers. He didn't want me to see. Why would he? He always treated me more like a little sis. G beat him and beat him despite everyone's objections, and he acquiesced. His embarrassment was palpable.
His undies were cute. It was weird but also titillating. T was not exactly my type. He was so skinny and pale. K was broad and solid. K had years of training in several martial arts. T was always sickly. I was into T because of WHO he was as a person and how he treated me. But I always had an eye for K. At the time, there were so many reasons to feel guilty about it, but undeniably, I liked seeing him in so little clothing. And yes, I thought if it had ever stopped being inappropriate to also harbor attraction, in addition to my friendly love for him, I would have made my attraction clear, and let him decide what to do about it. But he died, and I had long given up any such notion by then.
Moreover, imagine if instead of friends, WE had been high school sweethearts? Gosh, I don't know how I'd have recovered. His death was hard enough to swallow. Like losing a brother. But if it had been losing my first love? Man.
Anyway, I saw his undies with the cute design on them. He bent to pull up his pants, and he fell out. May have been flaccid, may have been a chubber. It was very long and thick. I looked. Couldn't be helped. We all looked. None of us ever spoke of it. Ever. Yeah it made a lasting impression. I mean, it was the second penis I ever saw in person, and it was bigger apparently soft than even what I had seen hard in porn. Of course I remember that. Who wouldn't?
That was the 90's. Meanwhile, I have written this about the man I was under just yesterday.
One of my partners has about average length, but a deep curve makes it short. It's thin, too. It's tiny flaccid, and he's expressed sensitivity about his size, so I haven't measured. I usually would, and I would love to measure his pretty dick, but I'm afraid he'll find the number upsetting. I LOVE measuring things... Anyway. I wish dick measuring was an activity we could share. And that is my ONLY complaint about him as a lover. I love the way he fucks me. I get off so hard, so fast, and so wetly. His whole body is pleasing to my eye, including his erection. (I don't have any interest in flaccid penises at all. ) If I could be blowing him right now, I would be. I just saw him yesterday, but I'd happily see him again. I worry that he's not getting enough friction from me. I'm getting exactly what I need from him. Every time. I've been seeing him going on two years, I think, this autumn. He says I treat him like a machine. That all I want is to ride his dick every day. It's not far from the truth. LOL I value his friendship, but his primary role in my life is to bring me sexual joy. And he does. Oh, yes, he so totally does.
Every key has a lock. His body fits mine. He doesn't wait for life to live him. He wanted to find a companion like me, and he got up off his ass and found me.