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Ask yourself a question: How well do you really know your own penis? But ask it a different way: What would a penis reviewer say about it? In a world of 3. I gave some thought like: maybe too much to how one might discover the answers to these essential mysteries. Fortunately, mine happen to be a candid, saucy bunch. Turns out, they were more than happy to indulge my curiosity. The guy was kind of a jerk. His overconfidence worked in sexual situations, she told me, but not in a long-term relationship. There was one particularly peacocky chap who would just kind of swat his around the dormitory.
It was very pre-sexual, and I felt vaguely bored. Size, of course, was my primary area of interest. My balls, L. Wait, I said. Are there a lot of guys with abnormal-size balls? Yes, she said. She dated one guy whose cojones were so big they were basically a scientific curiosity. Another thing in my favor: My angle was straight on.
The trouble there: hitting her G-spot. But what she liked most about my dick, she said, was its level of firmness. She patiently explained that there were dicks that were squishy, even at their hardest. Sex with him was like being probed by aliens, she said.
My mind was blown. What have other girls said about your dick? This was the first thing that S. My friends used to call you Girth Brooks. Not only do women have complicated algorithms for penis assessment. They also apparently conjure up dick-related nicknames for all the dudes their friends date. I pressed S. You remember Davy. I hoped K. And where, I asked, did mine rank? With 1 as the smallest, and the biggest? So there I finally had it—out of every three guys sitting at the bar next to want to see my dick, two had bigger dicks than mine and one had a dick that was smaller.
Fair enough. His dick was miniature, she said. Going down on him was like sucking my own thumb. So many times I thought, Oh my God, this is what I have to look forward to the rest of my life? It was like having a pinkie inside me. You need to master the hand job. But despite what Ron Jeremy claims in that flashy banner ad on the side of PornHub, bigger is not always better.
A penis is not a Subway sandwich. Attached to a real live person hopefully. And what you do with your dick is much more important to us ladies than its size.
Case in point: I once dated a guy with a Paul Bunyan cock—maybe eight inches—who was so lazily assured by his endowment that he simply hammered away like he was playing a game of Crocodile Panic. Not fun. You try shouting Just the tip! The best sex of my life, though, was with a man who had a much smaller penis—probably even on the small side of average. But he had moves. And hands. And most important: confidence. When I was 14, I nicknamed my penis Mister Softee, because I never got any action and because vanilla soft-serve dribbled out of it.
I thought it was soooooo clever. You, Mr. GQ Reader, have no such excuse. Or the Master Blaster. Oh, sure, making the occasional Dr. Kenneth Noisewater joke is just fine. But actually committing to a penile moniker? You may as well nickname your brain the Hole.
Puppetry of the Penis creator Simon Morley stretches his junk into odd shapes the hamburger! GQ: How pliable is the material? SM: Everyone is different. Have you learned anything helpful about how a man might change his penis? Most definitely. We always find it quite hilarious when you see all these penis pumps. So I was watching Emmanuelle and I was like, It feels good in that area. I started touching myself. I did it for long enough and it started to feel really good.
I had imagined that when you ejaculated, sperm came out of the pores of your penis. That the whole thing would just start oozing out fluid. I was so scared that I started crying. I was like, I would much rather talk about this with Dad, but I was so nervous that I was like, You know what?
Fuck this. Like, this is important. And I will never forget this: I was crying, and I said, Mom! And she said, What? And I actually said, It happened!
And she said, What the fuck are you talking about? And I said, I came. Because I suddenly realized—it was like the end of The Sixth Sense when you realize, oh, he was dead the whole time—oh, my God, I thought it comes out of the pores of your penis, but really it comes out of the hole, the pissing part of your penis! And then my mom, without missing a beat, said, Oh God, your father will be home in ten minutes.
Like every man in the world, you would like your penis to accompany you well into old age. Steven Lamm, M. Smoking, obesity, stress, cholesterol. Think of your penis as a Ferrari. What kind of gas will you put in your Ferrari?
You better pick high-test. Same thing applies to food. Cocoa, as pure as you can get it, is great. Please tell me to have lots of sex. How long can I expect my penis to be the intimidating sexual weapon that it currently is? I have patients in their eighties who are still leading great sex lives.
I had one guy recently who was 96 and wanted me to give him Viagra so he could have more sex than he was already having. There does come a point where erections are not effortless. Do: Trim. The only unbreakable rule is never to have anything that looks or God and baby Jesus forbid, smells unruly.
First, because pubic-hair thumb rings are out for spring.
A naked scrotum makes it look as though a penis is reclining on a beanbag chair, and I have to stop and picture it with a tiny bag of Cheetos, watching reruns of Taxi in a sweet finished basement. Do: Prepare ahead of time. You know when you get a haircut and the barber brushes off your shoulders?
So next time you think somebody might put their face on your lap, remember to shower after using those tiny scissors. You know, like manjazzling or scrotazzling. Do: Go naturally scented. Except that old lady is your penis. Regular showers should do the trick. The second was finding myself stumbling around my apartment in excruciating pain, saying the kind of really bad melodramatic lines that you hear in television movies.
I can The third was that I was higher than Christ on OxyContin that the hospital hooked me up with after breaking the stone into seven smaller stones that could eventually rocket out of my penis.Want to see my dick
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