Well Endowed Blues

Well Endowed Blues

I’m 65 years young. When I went through puberty, my body went through big changes, the most noticeable of which was my penis.
I became the locker room joke. I was six foot six inches tall but was mostly known for being well hung. A flaccid 6 inches in length gets you noticed with an erect girth of 6.5” and 9.5” inches long … let’s say, word gets around fast. In high school the girls wanted to date me just to see what I was packing. Of course back in the 70’s jeans were very tight and the side I favoured was very obvious. They were never disappointed until they actually had me attempt to penetrate them. “I’m sorry … it’s too painful” was a common complaint. As word got around, I even had two female teachers, one an art teacher and the other science, seduce me in their want to ride my pony. The art teacher was able to handle my mass with her and I getting it on a dozen times or so. The science teacher, try as she may, realized the physics of fit, did not work out. She loved to jack me off and she taught me how to eat pussy but penetration of more than 20 seconds was unbearable for her. I can’t tell you how many women I dated in my life, who when they cast their eyes on my erect unit, simply said, no.
I’m writing this because young men who wish they were well hung should know the reality of what it, being well endowed is, not what they imagine it being. My girth alone cut out blow jobs for me altogether and 90% of vaginal penetration. Anal? Forget about it! I’m not gay but I’d say if I were, the problem would be the same or worse.
Life is not what you see in porn. I’ve had a ridiculous amount of hand jobs in my life and was lucky enough to have found a beautiful bride who is 6ft tall and capable of taking all I can give. Believe me when I say, I would have given anything to be average.
Just sayin…