I’m entirely content with everything about my adult penis (except wish I wasn’t so squeamish about sounding) but there are two thing I want to mention anyway. When I was “blossoming” into mid puberty my glans began to expand substantially beyond the girth of my shaft. I was frightened I was becoming deformed. Even totally deflated it looked bulbous, and guys in the showers began calling me “mushroom head,” both in and out of the privacy of all-male settings. In my late teens - 18+, I’m sure!!!? - I met an awesomely attractive “daddy” (early- 40s) who, after shagging my young body in every position imaginable with his stallion-like member and slapping my neck, the back of my scrotum, my butt cheeks, even my forehead, with his own velvety but punishing sac, finally paused for a moment to pay some attention to my dick. He was amazed when it grew to 8 ½ inches with a little fondling, then, when the head flared out like a cobra, he told me “Wow! You could make a living from that menace! Buddy, someday you’re gonna have men lining up to get their brains fucked out by your gift!”
Ha! Fate is seldom so easy to predict! I turned out to be a devout “bottom” (and have learned to store my baby-maker in a custom steel “chastity-cage” to prevent it from distracting my A-mours). But I was certainly relieved to at last have one sleazy ass-pig offer a kind word about my oddness. His feedback caught me totally off guard. Later I discovered that guys can become very ingenious in their use of my organ while Topping me. A lot will get me on my stomach or knees, then pull the shaft back between my legs, forcing my buttocks to lift high while he sucks hard on the glans while flicking my frenulum with his talented tongue. Something many Tops enjoy is simply to have me straddle them, holding myself slightly aloft over their boner, or they will slide down in a sofa or chair so they can use their legs for extra lift-off energy. Often they turn me around so their face is against my back and start punching man-pussy from underneath. The effect they are going for (and leave no doubts about enjoying very much) is to watch my erection sway or flop back and forth, back and forth, like a metronome after a coffee enema. I think it also makes guys feel very masculine and dominant, having the ability to make another’s guy’s cock sway hypnotically using their own energy and effort.
Something that is especially entertaining for me is when I meet up with a dude whose glans is as flared and engorged—and sometimes more so!—than my own. As I’ve mentioned in other posts I do special sets of exercises as part of my daily routine (including Kegels) which turn my anus into a pit bull. It just won’t let go if I don’t let it, so a guy with a big mushroom doorknob crowning his cum-silo suddenly find himself trapped in my chute, in the grip of my sphincters, unable to pull out. It can get pretty wild, usually involving at least a wrestling match, some extremely rude fucking positions, and often we end up on the floor, as he can’t control his need to continue the pleasure of fucking even when trying to escape me. I’ve often had guys who started by plowing me on my back, legs lifted in a “V,” finally end up on top of me, both of us face down, with him pouring sheets of sweat over my entire body, from my shoulders to my knees. A minor detail but for me such—I don’t even know what to call it?—human attachment? To be able to experience and enjoy the sound and feeling of his heart pounding against my back, his chest heaving up and down. I think that’s what we atheists consider “lust for life” - that ineffably ethereal moment we know will only happen once in this universe.
Oh yeah, I was going to write about frenulum stretching (so HOT!) but I promised only two subjects and thanks to anyone who has already been gracious enough to remain awake through this chapter.