Penises We've Known

[bobover3]

Every penis has a personality of its own. Some are unforgettable. Why not write about the penises we've known and what they meant to us? There are so many, and they come with men attached to them (a bonus). Why did some penises mean so much?

I'll start with a some stories -

My freshman room-mate at college was straight as an arrow (what a shame), but he had a compact, muscular build, body hair on olive skin, and a solid penis that used to swing when he walked naked around our room. I loved that little swing. Flesh that rocked my world. He was the first man I ever got to see naked on a regular basis. I had to pretend to be uninterested, but my mind was taking photos, which I still look at and dream about. Once we had a fight, and to show me how angry he was, he bent over naked, showing me his muscular hairy ass and thighs, with that dick just visible and still swinging. 40 years later, the thought of that can still get me hard.

The first man I ever had sex with was also at college. We met in adjoining bathroom stalls. I talked him into going back to my dorm room. We got naked, and he had one of the smallest penises I've ever seen. Sort of a mushroom - all head and almost no shaft. He rubbed that penis between my thighs from behind, came in about a minute, and left grinning, without otherwise touching me, even though I asked him. Small penis, big prick. I was so indignant, I glared at him whenever we passed on campus for years after.

The greatest love of my life. Loved him for four years at college, and ever after. He died of AIDS on Christmas morning, 2000. He never let me make love to him, but I didn't care. When we were freshman, I'd come to his room around bed time, just to gaze with longing when he undressed. Short, muscular, hairy, milky skin, big penis, and the beauty of a god. Years later, he heard me say I liked big dicks. He mistakenly thought he wasn't very big, so he let me watch him make love to another man, thinking I would be disappointed and forget about him. He was so angry when I told him how beautiful his penis was! Our senior year, he worked as a prostitute to earn money for law school. He rented an apartment far from campus, and charged $50 a pop to let men fellate him (good money back then). He wouldn't take my money (yes, that's right, I even offered him $50 - that's love), but he brought me to the apartment to show me how he worked. I had to leave when a plump middle-aged man in a blue pin-stripe suit arrived. I waited outside. About 10 minutes later, the man walked out looking happy. I asked him if he'd sucked my friend. When he said yes, I gave him the deepest longest wettest tongue kiss I could. The man was startled, but I told him why and he went along. That was as close as I ever got to my beloved's beautiful penis. I suppose this sounds sad, but that kiss was one of the great moments of my life. Now that was a real penis!

I've got plenty of stories, but I'd like to hear from everyone else.

[The Lurker]

I always thought I had a small dick, or maybe average. Had only seen erect dicks in porn until I was 35. Porn dicks will give most guys reason to think they are small...

A gay coworker named Nic was obsessed with seeing my dick. We had a locker room at work, and he would often see me in my underwear but not naked. He was 320 lbs of fat with flaming red hair and a flaming personality.

He used to call me and ask if he could come over and blow me. I said no many times, and then one night he called while I had a hard on, I was horny as hell and paused instead of saying no... He said: "I'll be right over."

It was like a cartoon, he knocked on my door so quickly I thought he must have been calling from a pay phone across the street. He came in and got naked in about 3 seconds. His huge body size made his tiny dick look even smaller than it was, which was only about 4 inches. He could not get hard, but he jerked like hell while sucking me. I was nervous and it took a long time for me to cum. His dick was two tone, with an obvious color change where his circ was done.

After that I would let him come over whenever he wanted to suck me off.

I guess he told another coworker about the situation. Charlie and I were sharing a cab home, and instead of continuing on when we got to my building, he got out and said he was too tired to go all the way to Brooklyn, and basicly invited himself up to my apartment.

He walked in the door and was in his undies in seconds. It was awkward because he just assumed I wanted to have sex, but for me it was uncomfortable. He sensed this, and said we should just go to sleep. I was pulling out a blanket for him for the couch, but he giggled and jumped in my bed.

Charlie is 6'5" and has a legit 10 inch dick. We ended up fooling around. His cock is beautiful, with a shaft that stays the same diameter from base to tip, with a full glans that is sort of angled.

Those are my first two experiences. My 7 inches seemed huge with Nic and tiny with Charlie. it took my a while to figure out that I am pretty well equipped...

[bobover3]

Seems that persistance paid off with you. You sound uncomfortable with what you're doing, but you're still doing it. Why not allow yourself to relax? You'd be happier with what you're already doing. The answer may be to find a man - perhaps Charlie - to whom you're really attracted and that you really like. Nic is pretty clearly not the one. Whether you're with a man or a woman, you still need to like them and be attracted to enjoy sex. Good luck.

[bobover3]

For a few years while I was in grad school, I lived in a small New England city. The bus station bath room was the great meeting place for gays seeking casual encounters. People would walk up to an occupied stall and peer through the door crack. If you were interested, you'd open the door, and they'd join you. I met many strange men and their penises this way.

One was a burly middle aged truck driver (he told me) who was passing through town. We masturbated each other for a while, but he finished himself. He shot the biggest load of come I've ever seen. It was enough to fill the entire palm of his cupped hand. He leaned back against the stall door and moaned as thick plumes of semen spurted into his hand. I was tempted to lick it up, but just held his hand and inhaled the rich aroma. When I came, an ordinary spoonful, he chided me for masturbating too often.

Another man had an unerect uncircumcized penis. (I hadn't seen many uncircumsized, and it seemed very odd to me.) He enjoyed my sucking him, but was determined not to come, or even get a full erection. Every time he started to get hard, he pulled out, and waited until he calmed down before letting me start again. He could have gone on that way indefinitely. I finally asked if he wanted to come, and he mumbled that he "didn't like that sort of thing." I let him leave.

[The Lurker]

I am, and always have been, bisexual, but I never had the courage to actually do anything about it it. I was not at all uncomfortable with M2M sex, only the stigma attached to it. So I lived this quiet fantasy life while only having sex witn women.

Nic broke down the wall. The reason i was uncomfortable with Charlie was two fold...

I was concerned EVERYONE had found out, and Charlie was just so damned forward.

12 years on and I am completely comfortable with M2M sex. Actually prefer it most of the time, as I find sex with women to be more complicated and sometimes arduous.

For me, there is no direct connection between sex and love, and sex for me is different and has a different purpose while engaged in romance...

Next story: Once I moved to LA, I was lonely and had not met anyone for a few months, I used an internet personals site to meet a guy whose office was near my home.

He is 20 years my senior, I was 37, he was 57. Married with an adult daughter. Dave would invite me over and I would suck his dick after his secretary had left for the day. He had a fantastic cock with completely shaved balls. He had 7 inches and was thicker than I am. The shaft was perfectly straight with a bulbous head. He had a minor color change at the point of circumcision. I was enjoying servicing him, and he would never suck me, as he was terrified of diseases.

We had a friendship that lasted more than 5 years. In the beginning he would be fairly aggressive in how he handled is dick and how he handled me. He would often suck on a dildo while I sucked him. When he was ready to cum, he would stand up and have me kneel in front of him and he would stroke himself to orgasm and shoot mostly down my throat.

As we became better friends, he clearly wanted to suck my dick. He finally. after more than a year of weekly meetings, put a condom on me and sucked me while feverously jerking off. This scene repeated itself for years. Finally, he abandoned the condom and I would shoot in his mouth.

I completely enjoy(ed) being on the bottom, servicing him, but did not so much enjoy the reverse. The longer we knew each other, the bigger the role reversal became until, finally I was no longer enjoying myself at all. The relationship ended with him calling me daily to try an hook up. He called everyday for 6 months. He finally gave up about three years ago.

[bobover3]

Your life sounds like quite an adventure. Sort of a sexual Star Trek. I didn't realize Nic and Charlie were 12 years ago. So you're an old hand, or whatever the right body part might be.

[Wyndfeld]

When I was in High School, I worked very hard to stay in the closet. Which kind of conflicted with my natural desire to have sex as much as possible. I was a jock 5' 10" and 230 I played full back on the football team, which gave me a great view of other guys naked. And at that time it was kind of the thing to grope and tease the other guys on the team kind of sexual intimadation. But it did me little good as they were almost all homophobic rednecks, there was only one out queer at my small rural school. Troy was a flamboyant little twink of a queen, not my type at all. Tho' I did have sex with him, because he was one of the few guy's I knew it was safe to fuck. He had a long slender cock with very small glands although the shaft tapered and flared wider and thicker at the base. The over all effect was that it was a pretty cock with the softest smoothest skin I've ever felt. I was really attracted to guys like myself big burly masculine bears, but really had no way to find or get someone like that. Until I got a summer job and began working with a migrant laborer, back then they were still mostly white guys. This guy was named Stan and he was looking for ass, within two days of beginning working with him he had me in a barn loft. He was in his forties very hairy and had a thick uncut dick that made me feel like a little boy. It was a good eight inches or more we never talked about it... but it had a total covering of foreskin even when fully erect. He didn't like oral to much but did let me suck him a few times as a prelude to fucking... it was a hold new experience. Later on in the seventies I worked construction up and down the eastern sea board in some of the biggest cities and saw a lot of cock. My first black one kind of sticks out more for the guy than the dick... he was a black radical and I think got off more from fucking a pale red heads ass than the actual sex... His cock was average size except for the gland was huge, like a apple set atop a slender pedastel and it was really hard to get in. He was another guy who prefered fucking to oral, altho he came really easy from oral...

[bobover3]

Great stories! For most people, their early experiences are the ones that seem to linger. That's when everything is new.

I love big burly masculine men, just like you describe. Hard to tell when guys like that are available. The one advantage "fems" have is that they advertise their sexual identities, so like-minded guys can find them. The tough beefy guys we love have to show up at the right place or time, or it's hard to tell.

Many years ago, I used to go to a bar on the West Village waterfront in NYC. It was called Keller's, and attracted a lot of leathermen and macho types. (I think it's gone now.) The first time I showed up after work in a suit and tie, the bartender asked me if I was in the right place. I said "this is a bar, isn't it? I want a drink!" He shrugged his shoulders and served me. Every second there was electric with sexual possibility, no matter what you were actually doing. At Keller's, people sometimes had public sex. One person would start, and others would join in. There was once a mini-orgy on top of the pool table. I would just watch, but I saw enough to fuel my daydreams for a lifetime.

There was a straight guy I was in love with (he's still my friend), and I used to pressure him into going with me. He's never done more than kiss me on the lips, but it was a real act of love for him to go with me to Keller's. I still remember sitting at the bar with him and holding hands. That meant more to me than his dick would have.

Around the same time, there was another man I loved (also still my friend). He was bisexual, but a Texas bisexual. Back then, that meant ultra-macho, ultra-right, tough and ready for a fight. (This guy is also a brilliant graduate of Harvard Law.) Sadly, he's a bit scrawny, something I still razz him about. For him, the problem was how to express interest without looking like a "fag." Once, he threw me against a wall and whispered that he was going to fuck me up the ass. (His wife was in the next room.) I laughed and kissed him. Those were dizzy moments, like drinking fine wine. While he never got near my ass, I went with him to his girlfriend's apartment while she was out of town. I stripped and let him watch me masturbate. He sat on the edge of a chair about 5 feet away and stared at me hard. I put on the best show I could, moaning and writhing. That was almost 40 years ago. He told me last week he still thinks about it with pleasure.

With the passage of time, it's these relatively tame moments with people I love that stand out.

[bobover3]

Another thrill back then (before AIDS), was the trucks and docks in the West Village of NYC. That was when casual hook-ups with multiple strangers were popular, often in public places (since no one wanted to give their right name or let anyone know where they lived). The night time streets of the West Village were a sexual jungle, exhilarating and terrifying all at once. These are centuries-old streets that meander crazily, lined with 19th century buildings, warehouses, and factories - mostly closed at night. Modern street lamps hadn't been installed yet, so there were just little pools of light coming from old lamps every 50 feet or so. Lots of big trucks used to be parked around the closed factories, and the backs of those trucks were sexual hot spots, where tough young men got together for rough sex. It was dark and dirty and hard to see. You'd walk down the street, and see a young man's face staring at you from some hidden corner. He might give a brief whistle, or do anything to make some attention getting noise. There were no relationships. These were lusty men drawn together by sex, but often afraid of each other. (There were gay-bashers, muggers, violent sadists, etc.) So there were courtship dances in the dark, with young men trying to signal with body language that they were: hot, available, ready to defend themselves, not caring a bit about you. Somehow, this all worked, and the darkness was filled with young men fucking and sucking. The empty trucks and the abandoned docks on the Hudson River were rinsed with sperm. For a lot of us, the dark and danger became essential to the most thrilling sex.

There's a marvelous artist (now dead), Oliver Frey Zack, who captured the essence of the dark, aggressive, testosterone fueled night life back then better than anyone I know. Here are a few links:

http://www.daddyshere.com/gayartists...captive_01.jpg
http://www.daddyshere.com/gayartists...captive_03.jpg
http://www.daddyshere.com/gayartists...-the-storm.jpg
http://www.daddyshere.com/gayartists...oy-captive.jpg

In fact, look at everything here, including Zack's series - Rogue, Bike Boy, and Slaves to Lust. http://www.daddyshere.com/frey.asp

[bobover3]

I hope we're not running out of penises here!

Back in the Good (Bad) Old Days, public sex, orgies really, used to be common in NYC. There were a few spots everyone knew about - the Ramble in Central Park (a densely wooded area), the little park around Second Avenue and 16th Street, etc. Go there at night, and there'd be hot sex in the open. (Lots of drugs, too. This wasn't a healthy scene, just wild and sexy.)

It often got extreme. A friend from work used to go to that Second Avenue park at night, bend over, and let himself be fucked up the ass by 25-30 men, one after the other. That was often the scene - one dedicated bottom would service a whole crowd of men with all available apertures. The impatient would just masturbate over him.

I've got to confess I was never much more than an enthusiastic spectator/masturbator. That's probably why I'm still alive to talk about it. My friend who serviced lines of men in the park is long dead of AIDS. But it was great to have been there as a young man. It was like one of those movies in which fantasies become real. Imagine 10 or more naked young studs in the moonlight, all in a sexual frenzy. Competitive display was part of this scene. You could see that many of the men were proud of their muscles and big cocks. They preened and posed for each other, and competed to see who could come fastest, hardest, and loudest. I feel privileged to have been there.

[bobover3]

People have stopped writing, and that's a shame. Nothing carries more meaning than experience. So much of what we "know" comes from books, TV, movies, internet, gossip, etc., and so little from direct personal experience. But those experiences are what sticks. Things a person sees and does himself are what teaches him how life really is. I sometimes sicken of all the "idealism" and all the "shoulds" that swarm through our public culture. TV and movies are full of edifying sentiments, most of which bear scant resemblance to reality. I've seen so many terrible things, and beautiful things, none of which would make it into official culture. That's why I wanted to talk about sex here. It's the most private part of life, and often the most revealing. More memories -

When I was a college freshman, living in a dorm with three other young men, a young woman appeared at the dorm and lived there for weeks, the guest of one room, then another. One night she showed up at the suite I shared. My aggressively hetero roomie tossed her into my lap, saying we ought to get acquainted. Looking cute in my ski pajamas, I tried to hide my erection. After leading the girl to the next room, my two lusty roomies gritted their teeth and resolved to do their duty and fuck the girl. I, the virgin, was to go after.

Before any sperm could change hands (so to speak), a pal who was a champion wrestler arrived with two of his friends, all three dressed only in towels. They had heard that the girl was here, and they wanted in (so to speak). Everyone piled into my room. The wrestler whipped off his towel to display a huge bouncing erection. He strutted around the room, pulling down his erection from its tip and letting it spring up, again and again, glorious in his lust. His friends likewise detoweled and displayed their anatomical merits.

I got some good-natured ribbing - was I man enough to join them, did I like girls, etc.? Still in my ski pajamas and trying to hide a powerful erection, I had to work hard not to look too long in the wrong direction, if you know what I mean, though I'll never forget the wrestler's big thick dick springing up and down. (If only the jokers had known my true feelings! Three muscular young studs in the prime of their virility prancing around the room! It wasn't the girl next door who inspired my erection.)

The men debated order of precedence. My roomies would go first (it was their room), followed by the wrestler, his friends, and then me, if there was anything left. Rubbers were optional, should anyone scruple about sloppy seconds. (Just what I was hoping for! It would have been a thrill to feel my penis swimming in the semen of the five studs ahead of me.)

One roomie went to the girl and shut the door. At once, the waiting room filled with the impatient sounds of aroused young men. The wrestler said he couldn't wait, and if my roomie didn't hurry up, he was just going to rush in there. When one roomie returned, job done, the next immediately took his turn. The wrestler was stamping with frustration.

When my second roomie was done, he broke the news that the girl wanted no more men. The wrestler and friends left slowly, muttering and sullen, crestfallen if not cockfallen. One of the friends proposed rape. I still remember the ugly leer on his face. The wrestler was a gentlemen, though (he sits on the New Jersey Supreme Court today) - he stood between his friends, the would be rapists, and their intended victim. He wouldn't let them pass, and they backed down.

The next day, a smiling young Assistant Dean visited our rooms to ask if we had heard about the girl. I answered his knock, and played Eddy Haskell (from Leave It to Beaver) - "Oh, no, Dean, who's this girl?" The Dean told me that pussy smuggling was against College policy, and reminded me of the horrors of sexually transmitted diseases. "Very wise, Dean, I completely agree. I'll be sure to tell everyone" So that's how my two roomies got laid, and I got to see big bouncing dicks. What a happy youth!

[TeraNata]

I'm hoping I qualify to post here even though I'm 0/3 on the gay, bisexual, or transgender front.
But I am a straight girl, so there are penises I have known!
Enough? I hope so.

We got naked, and he had one of the smallest penises I've ever seen. Sort of a mushroom - all head and almost no shaft. He rubbed that penis between my thighs from behind, came in about a minute, and left grinning, without otherwise touching me, even though I asked him. Small penis, big prick.

hahah oh god, that is all too familiar. Some men just will not take directions.

A bit of background is probably necessary as I don't think this is any of yalls generation:
Children of the 90s were obsessed with Neopets, a website where users take care of virtual pets.
You can buy paintbrushes to paint your pets, and one of them is the starry night paintbrush, which made your creature look like this

One morning I wake up in a guy's bed about a half hour before my first class. He needed to drive me home but was horny and insistent. I didn't really have the time, but in the end thought "oh, I can't really turn him down, he's really put in effort and painted his dick with a starry night paintbrush in honour of the European Union."

Yeah. It wasn't until halfway through my 8am politics professor's lecture on James Madison that I realised THAT MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE.

Penises I have know: one straight out of goddamned neopets.

[bobover3]

TeraNata, your expertise is most welcome. You may have a perspective different from the LGBT crowd that's usually here, and that may be an education for the rest of us. (Being a straight girl makes you unconventional on EA!)

I'm glad/sad to hear we share experience with "big pricks." I guess there's no escaping certain things.

But fess up - what's all this about "Neopets"? An underground cult? Satanic rites by moonlight? I've never, ever, heard of this before, and now I feel truly ancient. Did Children of the 90s really spend their time with Neopets when they should have been joining motorcycle gangs? Back in the 60s, there were women "groupies" who made casts of the penises of rock stars they'd bedded. Now that's what I call a useful channeling of libido.

[TeraNata]

Haha, I have to admit I'm a child of the 90s in a very literal way: I was born in 1990. While I probably would have accepted an invitation to join a motorcycle gang, they would possibly have found a nine year old girl detrimental to their image.
So I was stuck with my virtual pets, which I tended to diligently. They were cute, what can I say? The website's http://www.neopets.com/ , just looking at the homepage would give you a feeling for the horror that's invaded my sex life.

I think you may be interested in this article http://www.scientificamerican.com/ar...of-the-phallus
The end of the line may have been the best place to be after all, haha.

Also, penis casts? How did they get them to stay still for that long?

[devi]

Whoa!!! Fantastic article on the phallus!