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CC,

Great post. I thought I read every post in this thread; I must’ve somehow skipped over that whole page (the one with your post). Who knows?

Anyway, I became amused at myself when I first started reading your post. You know how when you see your local radio DJ in real life, he/she never looks anything at all like you imaged in your mind? Well, I’d always seen a tall, slender white guy (very pale skin, at that) when I imagined you in my mind. Of course, I’m well aware that the likelihood of my imagining with any accuracy the way anyone on here looks is very slim. However, when I read you describing yourself as a short Asian guy, I found myself with a very strong sense of “see the DJ for the first time” effect. I’ve thought about posting a picture of my face here several times, but I’m a little too worried that someone will recognize me. I’m beginning to care less and less about being found by someone who knows me (I think the scare with my father toughed me up to the idea), so maybe one of these days I’ll put a face to the annoying, long winded poster known as KOG.

What the hell kind of a tangent was that? I don’t know. Great post, thanks for bringing it to my (our) attention with the link. :)


"Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty". -Roland, in Stephen King's The Last Gunslinger

Originally Posted by Maxtro
Stupid 10 minute limit edit time.

Trippy post chickenchoker. Pot, Porno and Pump, Triple P never would have considered the possibilities. (Note; No Pot or Pump, yet I might later if I need to but, plenty of porno)

In the past when I was fantasising of being with the girl I lusted after I never thought my size would be a problem. Now back then the thought never crossed my mind only in the past weeks has it crossed my mind that girls may talk about me.

Pot Porno Pump & don’t forget Hard Rock through headphones.

That combination causes the best and safest hallucinations and it’s like a portal to another world that I feel blessed enough to have stumbled upon. That was about 20 years ago and it’s the only nostalgia worth anything to me. It’s like this magic wand that you found played with and you have to let go of ( I’m married with kids so it doesn’t look like I’ll ever smoke pot again ). It will forever define that era of my life…and always bring a smile to my face.


Starting: 5 BPEL x 4.5 EG on 4/19/03

Latest: 6 BPEL x 5 EG on 2/17/04

Goal: 7 BPEL x 6 EG

Originally Posted by KOG
I’ve thought about posting a picture of my face here several times, but I’m a little too worried that someone will recognize me.

What the hell kind of shite is this? I thought you were the world’s first english terrier PE’er/professor, man! That was my dream, man! You ruined my dreams! How could you!??

;)

Originally Posted by Antistar
What the hell kind of shite is this? I thought you were the world’s first english terrier PE’er/professor, man! That was my dream, man! You ruined my dreams! How could you!??

;)

Hey, I’m a hybrid. I’m more than one thing at once.


"Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty". -Roland, in Stephen King's The Last Gunslinger

Originally Posted by Oscar Mayer
Fast forward a couple of years. I’ve got my CDL back, I own a rig of my own, an ‘80 Trans Am Pace car that I stuffed a small block Chevy engine in. I’m tan, I’ve got the Don Johnson threads ( but not the Don Johnson penis). But I’m not dating anyone, I’m insecure about my dick size, and I’ve been burnt.

It’s Saturday, and I’m picking up my daughter for the day. Ex is having some jackass tupperware party with a bunch of women, some of whom I knew from our marriage. I’m at the front door, and she sez, ” Hey, why don’t you come inside and drop your pants so the girls here can see why I left you…..” And they all burst out laughing.

“Fuck you and die” was all I could muster up to say. I’m glad my kid was in the car. I would have sold my soul at that moment for a 7” flaccid…….. I really would have.

In re-reading this thread, this particular moment really stuck in my mind. Just as it did the first time I read it.

The total, off-the-charts cruelty of it is just incomprehensible to me, I guess. I mean, I’m certainly aware that there are incredibly spiteful, hateful people out there who say and do heinous things all the time; I’ve had the displeasure of running across such people at various points in my life. But this? This type of abject maliciousness? Ugh. It just kills me.

For example, I went out with a girl who was not exactly well-endowed in the breastage department for a brief spell in college. At one point, I even thought I really loved her. Well, for a whole variety of reasons, the relationship went south, and our breakup was not entirely amicable yet not completely rancorous either. However, even when I was at my most angry or disappointed with that situation, I couldn’t imagine myself being so petty as to resort to vile rhetoric about our relationship having faltered because of her being “flat-chested.” Yuck. I have no use for that kind of nonsense… nor can I understand how anyone else could.


"From now on, ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put." -- Winston Churchill

Originally Posted by G-man
In re-reading this thread, this particular moment really stuck in my mind. Just as it did the first time I read it.

The total, off-the-charts cruelty of it is just incomprehensible to me, I guess. I mean, I’m certainly aware that there are incredibly spiteful, hateful people out there who say and do heinous things all the time; I’ve had the displeasure of running across such people at various points in my life. But this? This type of abject maliciousness? Ugh. It just kills me.

It’s kind of the same way I feel if I happen to catch some bizarre clip channel surfing and stumbling onto the Jerry Springer show. Sometimes I really feel it has to be contrived for the sake of ratings, but when I see the headlines in the newspaper, it realizes that humanity can stoop to lower things then a few barbed words, or a malicious swat below the belt, pun intended.

I’ve said things to people I’ve regretted in the heat of an argument. One of the nice things about writing is you get a chance to review it before it hits the other person. I almost wish I had a 10 minute “edit limit” on things I say from time to time, since I tend to fire from the hip a lot verbally.

It’s like yesterday, we were at the family’s for a post funeral get together, and I ran into some relatives I hadn’t seen since I was 265 lbs. One of them says, “Gee you lost a lot of weight….why so much?” My brutally honest reply was, “I was tired of being fat.” Duh. No consideration for the people in the room who were struggling with being overweight. I didn’t even think of it, and I felt like shit, because I knew I hurt some feelings. It wasn’t vindictive, just ignorant. So, today I’m posting in semi-guilt mode…..

I don’t want to dismiss my ex for what she said. That afternoon left me celibate for a long time. I remember the apprehension I felt the day I dropped my pants for a woman when I actually got laid again. My ex had proved to me many times over the handful of years we have had to interact over our daughter that she is pretty mental. She was an effective manipulator, and I almost feel like she was desperately trying anything to regain that hold…..but it’s my guess, that’s all.

But it still doesn’t make me not want to “get even”. It’s not my driving force to start PE, just a side benefit. Yes, us humans are complex creatures.

G-man, I’m truly glad it is incomprehensible to you. It gives me a lot of hope.

Originally Posted by Maxtro
Wait for the right girl…..

At this age I don’t know if I can. I honestly believed I knew the “right girl’ in High School but it didn’t happen and that was 4 years ago. After that I got a I’ll take what I can get or what is offered mentality. Now its became so bad that I’m considering paying for it. I think I’ve decided that If I”m not getting closer to a girl between now and when I get a job, thats whats going to happen. I’ve got other issues beyond virginity and penis size but this is not the place.

Yeah, I guess we all have other issues. I was just trying to be helpful, as CC was also. We’ve been there, felt the same pressure to “get laid soon”, probably considered hookers at one point or another. It reminds me of the line, “I’m looking for Miss Right, but I’ll settle for Miss Blow-job.” I think a lot of decisions I made when I was 20’ish were fueled by desperation. I knew my ex’s “sluttyness” for a fact, since we were friends for quite a few years beforehand. I settled for banging her, and wanted to get out of the relationship shortly thereafter, and lo and behold, she’s pregnant. She knew what she was doing. I wasn’t religious at the time, but I felt funny about asking her to have an abortion, it just didn’t feel right to me. So I was kind of trapped, in my own little mind. But that’s me.

I tried to condense it into “Wait for the right girl”. Maybe a better approach is just to urge you to consider what you are doing, so you don’t look back later in life and regret it. We all are capable of doing stupid shit when we are desperate. I hope it works out for you.

I had my calling to look for some type of PE was about 2 weeks ago. Over the past couple months, this girl I work with always tells me about her weekends, and she always has a lot of sex. Then one day when we started talking at work, she had this huge smile on her face. I asked her why and all she said is that “Before work I had sex with this guy for the 5th time today who is huge like my first boyfriend. I haven’t had anyone like this in a long time. Most the guys I’ve been with lately have only been about 6 1/2”, this guy was about 7 1/2-8” Right from there I really started to get more insecure about mine, more than I already was. So the search began for the way to enlarge.

Originally Posted by Oscar Mayer
I’ve said things to people I’ve regretted in the heat of an argument. One of the nice things about writing is you get a chance to review it before it hits the other person. I almost wish I had a 10 minute “edit limit” on things I say from time to time, since I tend to fire from the hip a lot verbally.

It’s like yesterday, we were at the family’s for a post funeral get together, and I ran into some relatives I hadn’t seen since I was 265 lbs. One of them says, “Gee you lost a lot of weight….why so much?” My brutally honest reply was, “I was tired of being fat.” Duh. No consideration for the people in the room who were struggling with being overweight. I didn’t even think of it, and I felt like shit, because I knew I hurt some feelings. It wasn’t vindictive, just ignorant. So, today I’m posting in semi-guilt mode…..

I don’t want to dismiss my ex for what she said. That afternoon left me celibate for a long time. I remember the apprehension I felt the day I dropped my pants for a woman when I actually got laid again. My ex had proved to me many times over the handful of years we have had to interact over our daughter that she is pretty mental. She was an effective manipulator, and I almost feel like she was desperately trying anything to regain that hold…..but it’s my guess, that’s all.

As you point out, being ignorant or even off-color is one thing; being vindictive is another. You know what my definition of evil is? Taking pleasure in hurting others. Simple as that. If one enjoys making others feel like sh*t, either emotionally or physically or both, then that person is evil, in my view. And it sounds to me like your wife was an evil person. I’m sorry you had to put up with her for as long you did. :(


"From now on, ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put." -- Winston Churchill

Originally Posted by Oscar Mayer
My ex-wife, whom I married when I was 21, was a slut. Sluts don’t reform, but I didn’t have that figured out when I was a young lad….It’s Saturday, and I’m picking up my daughter for the day. Ex is having some jackass tupperware party with a bunch of women, some of whom I knew from our marriage. I’m at the front door, and she sez, ” Hey, why don’t you come inside and drop your pants so the girls here can see why I left you…..” And they all burst out laughing.

Amen, brother…a slut is a slut is a slut (didn’t Shakespeare say something to that effect?).

Anyway, that must’ve been an awful moment for you. And I know I’m speaking in hindsight, but I honestly would’ve handled the situation different (for what it’s worth). Knowing the asshole I am, I would’ve laughed and in mock humor said, “Ouch! Woohoo, you got me.” But when the laughing had finally settled down, I would’ve said in a serious, almost concerned tone, “Just so the girls know why, you left me because you’re a slut - you’ve always been a slut & always will be.” Then I would’ve smiled and said, “And did I ever tell you that your cunt has a bad odor?”

And I would’ve sauntered out. Pissed off? For sure - but they would’ve never seen it. You know the old saying, Never let 'em see ya bleed.

I don’t know how small your flaccid is, but had she said the same to me - and I was not in a retracted state - I think I would’ve dropped my pants, then proceeded to urinate all over her carpet.

I had known about PE since i was about 23. I had messed around with it for like a month and then quit for whatever reason. My big wake up call was when I got back from Korea and found out that my wife had cheated on me. She told me “Well now you are the second biggest guy I have been with.” To this day she still wonders why I do PE.

The moment that started my obsession with the size of my cock was on the night of my 18th birthday. I had had a massive party that started at 3pm and didn’t finish till midday the next day. My mum had gone away for the weekend and I had a fortune of booze, plus the rest that people brought. I had been drinking heavily all day and everyone was having a great time so the evening was a bit messy.

At about 11.00pm there was a knock at the door and one of the guys opened the door to find a policewoman standing there. Now, when I heard that there was a policewoman here the first thing I thought was stripper, but when I saw the face of this old crone I thought she must be real. She wanted to talk to me, so I turned off the music. But, unfortunately, it turned out I was right the first time round. She handcuffed me to the patio door and proceeded to undress. She took off her top, but then started to undress me, which, in some regards, was better than stripping herself. Once she’d taken off my trousers and underwear she proceeded to wrap sellotape around my naked bits and then proceeded to whip me, 18 times, obviously. Which was painful. My friends apologised a bit later, saying that she was apparently the most attractive stripper the agency had, so it could have been worse.

It got worse.

It turned out that some of the girls had got around the front and had numerous photos of me suffering from extreme shrinkage, I saw some of the photos and I mean it was barely visible. It was a cold night and I’d been swimming in a cold pool, but does anyone except an excuse like that. No. I was never a well hung guy, generally just below average, but before long the photos had made their way round the school and as far as anyone at the school cared I had a micro-penis. I managed to get hold of a couple of sets from friends, but there were far too many girls there that I didn’t really know, so I spent the next year (well two, but that’s another story) with girls giggling every time I walked by. Needless to say I didn’t get laid much with the girls from school.

Ever since, I’d been pretty obsessed with anything that might make my dick bigger. A while ago I got into a long term relationship, so I stopped doing PE, but since I came out of that one and into the next I’ve wanted to make my dick big again.

Another reason for my wanted PE is I’ve been in the situation far too many times where I’ve been having great sex, the girl is close to coming and keeps screaming “deeper” “deeper”, but I’m stabbing away with all I’ve got, trying not to shout “that’s all your getting”.

LB

I’m glad you were able to get through all of that lordbase. I don’t know what I would of done if it would of happend at my school. I went to a school with less then 400 in all grades combined.

Lordbase and Oscar

That’s some fucked up shit, it no wonder so many guys on this forum have issues


I haven't failed, I've found 10,000 ways that don't work. Thomas Edison (1847-1931)

Originally Posted by Dino9X7
Lordbase and Oscar

That’s some fucked up shit, it no wonder so many guys on this forum have issues


Yeah, I know, sometimes I wonder how I turned out to be such a well rounded individual.
(and then you look at my avatar):idiot:

While I think there are some very crude women out there that would, make remarks about someones size, I think it is also wise to remember many women live to play these type of HEAD games on men, and they know right where to hit you! the most powerful thing you can do is not react to it with ANGER that is exactly what she wants to see. And if a women is so displeased with your dick, ..during sex she feels she has to tell it to you, she is not worth five minutes of your time.

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