Huge Cocks: Is Bigger Really Better?

No, I don’t bottom so I can’t talk from firsthand knowledge, but hear me out.

Anatomically, the prostate is only a few inches up to the side of a guy’s rectum. So logic would dictate that an erect penis say five and a half to say seven or so inches should be more than adequate to drive a man crazy. Now I’m about six and a half myself and seem to more than satisfy my partners, judging by their grunts. Either that or they’re pulling that “When Harry Met Sally” restaurant scene on me (“I’ll have what she’s having.”).

So how come we’re so fascinated by, and obsessed with HUGE cocks? I know phallic symbols were a big deal in ancient cultures like Greece and Egypt. But is it modern society’s obsession over big things, big men, big buildings, big boobs that makes us stop and gawk at a big piece of manmeat? Does a big dick make a man more of a man? Is it just the sight of that alien-like telephone pole between a guy’s legs that mesmerizes us as if it weren’t connected to the guy at all but a foreign being there for us to worship?

I mean, do huge dicks give men real physiological pleasure? Or is it the psychological delight that that thing is inside them, dominating their being?

Frankly, from my experience, many of the guys I’ve had intimate relationships with who possess sausage beer can dicks can’t get hard enough or sustain an erection for penetration. And forget it if you like to suck. I want to enjoy the tool, not choke on it.

But I can’t deny even I am blown away when I see a guy with a snake-leg, like the tall, simply beautiful black man who came into my room at Chicago’s Steamworks baths on my last visit and, without looking for reciprocation, knelt down and blew me. All I could say to him as he got up to leave, naked before me in all his majesty, was, “That cock of yours belongs in the Smithsonian.”

Or the tall, lanky, hairless kid from NYC who I connected with at Slammers, Lauderdale’s sex club, who had nine inches and low hangers. I was proud with myself that I could go down on him all the way. That is before he asked me to fuck him.

I just wish the first guy who I tried to have fuck me when I was a mere gay tyke wasn’t nine inches. We were both in our twenties, he was a Vietnam vet who had lost both his legs from the knees down in a mine field, and I was in love and ready to do anything for him. But the pain when he tried to enter me overcame my emotions, and I was turned off to bottoming from that point on. (Maybe that’s why I’m still alive.) Like I tell intimates, what I need is a nice starter dick to turn me into a versatile boy which is probably the best kind of gay guy you can be on the open meat market.

Anybody out there willing to volunteer their starter dick for my first butthole training session?

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