The Size of a Man
Having read some of the other posts, articles and what have
you about penis size I find myself compelled to add my own
thoughts on the matter.
One of the dreadful secrets for many men, is that a lot of
us have anxieties about the size of our penises. Sad, but
true. That includes your intrepid author.
There can be a whole article on where this anxiety comes
from, but I want to offer some ideas for men here, and perhaps
the ladies who are reading that might make for good suggestions
to their man/men, who may have this size anxiety.
I'm a man of what I consider "average" length
and thickness. And yeah, that floppy guy down there fluctuates
in his size depending on temperature, arousal, anxiety,
and that "shrinkage" issue in the pool. :-)
Having some anxieties about this, although, I had never
had complaints about it as such. In deep size anxiety, the
truly paranoid man might imagine that lovers' have
kept their complaints to themselves, just to be nice. But
still, I wanted to let this anxiety go. And here are some
things I did, with a couple of fortunate comments from two
different lovers--my favorites.
First of all, I once lived in a city where there was a co-ed,
clothing optional open air hot tub that you could rent time
for hot tub and sauna, and also get professional massage.
Not a swinger place, do get that out of your Adult FriendFinder head. :-)
Once I heard of this place, and being new to town, I decided
I needed to try this. In part because as a "stranger"
in town I had nothing to lose. And I confess, there was a bit
of an exhibitionist inside of me, and I was looking forward
to seeing skyclad women.
The first visit I made was at a time of day when, at first,
I had the place to myself. I payed the cashier my entry fee,
and was shown around to the "dressing area"
behind a curtain with cubby holes for your clothes, the
open showers required for use before entering the tubs,
and the sauna area. After my hostess showed me around I went
to my cubby hole and put my clothes away. Naked, holding
only a towel, I went to the showers and began to rinse off.
Right away I felt a freedom. This was a place where I was allowed
to be nude. After showering I slowly made my way outside
to the tubs. No one there. I sank into one of the two tubs and
felt the beauty of water washing over me, and warmth losening
my muscles, the sky all about me.
Eventually I was joined by a couple of young women with lithe
beautiful bodies. Not sure what to do, I tried not to stare.
To my surprise they made small talk and I reciprocated.
It seemed natural, harmless and it was fun. They were in
and out of the tub, and occasionally cooling off under the
outdoor showers that were located near the tub. Getting
a bit warm myself, and feeling a twinge of anxiety, and somewhat
concerned that I might come off a peacock, I finally mustered
up the courage to get out of the tub and sit on the deck to cool
off.
As my session wore on, a few more people joined us, a man with
a large belly and farmer's tan, a woman that was rubenesque
in form, and it was all very relaxed and beautiful.
After that first session, I returned over and over again.
Some visits there were dozens of people there. Skinny,
fat, muscular, sexy, average, palin, young, old, men of
all pensis sizes (larger and smaller than me), and women
of all proportions. And I noticed that I became less and
less concerned about my size. And more than that I noticed
that I had come to be much more comfortable with my whole
body. Taking up some massages there, I indulged in what's
called a "massage sandwhich" consisting of
1/2 hour of hot tubs, a 90 minute massage, and follwed by
another 1/2 hour of hot tubbing. Sitting in a tub or showering,
it was customary for your therapist to come greet you with
a robe. I'm thinnish and muscular, but I found myself
gaining a confidence that I never felt before.
So, after all of that, I recommend this kind of "exposure
therapy" for men. Either at such a location, or a clothing
optional beach or resort, where nudity is optional, so
you can go as you want, and hopefully become comfortable
enough that you go skyclad. I think, men, that you will find
yourself with that same confidence that I found. And I think
generally, and the ladies can correct me if I'm wrong,
but confidence seems more sexy in a man, than strickly just
size. Although, I know at times it's a thrill for it's
own sake:-)
More recently I have had the pleasure of working with a local
professional photographer, posing for art nudes, which
you can see on my profile. One of them recently sold, too.
Talk about validation:-)
These experiences haven't given me an inflated sense
of size, excuse the near pun, but a gift of comfort with myself.
Finally, two unexpected compliments from lovers. On two
separate occasions each of them told me, "you have
a beautiful cock." Beautiful? I had never thought
of that but why not. My cock is beautiful, just as it is.
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