...I just sit and admire my penis.
First it goes from small and squishy, to 3, maybe even 4 times that size and hard as a rock.
Then I just wanna walk around and poke and rub girl flesh with it.
I feel like it almost gives me superpowers. Like, if I lost everything I ever owned, lost everybody I ever loved, my penis would be my saving grace, the last thing I could be proud of.
They say if you shake it more than twice, you're playing with it.
Well, I shake mine 5, 6 times, or more!
Sometimes when it's just chillin' like nothin's goin' on. I can push it "in" my body with my finger and make it disappear! As if I was simply endowed with nothing but my balls. But as soon as I pull my finger away, HOORAY! it pops right back out again! My girlfriend doesn't like it when I do that because she thinks someday it might get stuck.
Then I get depressed.
Thinking about how if it were bigger, I wouldn't be able to do that. That only because my penis is so little am I able to play peek-a-boo with my wang. And that I'm sure every other guy in the world clearly stopped playing that game when they turned 12 when their balls dropped and their wieners sank to their knees.
Everybody's but mine.
But then I get all that confidence back when I manage to trigger my girlfriend's gag reflex, or when I see the head poking out between her double D's, or when I watch gallons of liquid pearl soar through the sky like a firework finale!
Oh, yes.
I love my penis.