Measurement Effects
After three months, it was finally emerging: I had increased my penis size by a full inch. I was also larger in girth, a factor which pleased my wife no end. We had developed all sorts of new and tantalizingly sexual games in bed………and out. Sex had become meaningful and it also promised new discoveries and sensations. It did not seem to end, the newness and the fun of exploring. It was definitely working.
My wife had developed a new fascination, her own new role and sexual game with me now. She had always wanted to be told things to do, asking me ever-so-often in years past to make demands of her. Naturally, I had demurred at this, not feeling confident enough nor being able to allow my ego to deserve a role of simple domination. Yet, she would persist. I finally learned it was a most natural female desire, that of being “taken”, ravaged, told what to do in order to get a man pleased. I was shocked to discover it pleased her to please me this way. It became a most sinfully delicious game, the dominant guy “making” her do things for him. I had her do things for me I would never of even been able to dream of before. Stripping, sucking me over and over as I read books or watched TV, masterbating when I asked her to, just like that. And she would! And gladly! Once I had her get under my desk while I typed for work. I told her to remove her top and make me cum. She did. I had her “do” me in a forest. I fucked her in a car, both relishing the public sex aspect, a taboo of delightful sensation.
In short, I was also being allowed to learn about women. Before, this would never have been remotely possible. What I was seeing, via my own release from the bondage of pathetic self confidence, was what women wanted. I was learning about female sexuality at the same time I learned about my own. It was electric and poetic, some taboo realm I had discovered which was the single most liberating sensation of mental life I had ever had.
Work In Progress, Happily
After that epoch-making evening, my “step” certainly developed more “pep”. I was delighted, needless to say. For the first time, I began measuring Johnson Boy and I saw the most subtle yet definite changes occurring. By my 6th week, I just know I had added size and, most definitely girth to my cock. I also began having more fun, sexually, making up for all that depressed, lost time with my Honey. It was simply the best times we ever had. We became closer than ever, a lot of which I attribute to the freeing from worry on my part. I was optimistic and alive again, all clear through. My spirit had jumped to an entirely new plane and it was real, not some inflated sensation. Let me also mention a side effect now: I became a subject of interest to the women in my workplace. There was much more attention paid me, some sea change in respect or simply conviviality, more smiles, more conversations among the females there, with and about me. LOL, I was absolutely shocked to realize I was becoming an “item”. This I did not know how to take. I smiled back and do not think for a moment I was not proud. Nor think it did not arouse me. Oh, it surely did. I ached to take 7-8 of those girls and fuck them all, lol! But I was hopelessly in love with my wife and the mother of my kids, especially inasmuch as she had accompanied me through every moment of the prior dispairing years and stood by me, every step of the way.
Dr. Williams program was slowly transforming my formerly depressed self into a vibrant, sexual being, in every single way. To say it improved my life would vbe the most pathetic understatement. I was thrilled and alive again. Life had light and hope.
First Changes
Making love one night, my wife got extremely hot. I mean, I am always amazed at how utterly aroused she could get, often wondering how on Earth any man could satisfy the craving she made so apparent. But this was somehow different. It was about 5 weeks into the program and I had settled into a routine of physical work outs and no real definite sense of achievement. It had not really bothered me. I mean, my expectations were slight, yet I continued in spite of the doubts that always lingered after working out.
Anyway, she had gone down on me for a bit, something we both loved, and I had returned the favor, ending up in this inverted, “69″ position. Her vagina was a lovely piece of work to me, always had been, and she had always adored my attentions there. I was on top this night and I could not keep myself from pumping up and down in her oh-so-hot mouth. It was beyond all control, almost. Suddenly she clenched her legs around my head, lifting her back off the bed and having this tremendous orgasm, shaking and pressing me harder onto her pussy, at the same time making an odd and totally arousing sound at the same time. She had gagged for the first time ever on my cock down her throat! She wrapped her arms around my ass, hard, and held me as deep as I could go inside her, sucking at me like crazy, pulling me harder and harder on my downthrusts into her open mouth. I could not help but explode there, filling her up and hearing her choke as she greedily sucked my cock for the cum she always loved. She gasped again and again, a gurgling, gagging yet utterly craven sound of lust and want as she forced me deeper again while I came. It was, to that point, the single most arousing moment of my entire life.
I rolled off and looked at her adoring smile. “God, Hon, that was the hottest I have ever been with you. I want you to fuck my mouth as often as you can,” she laughed. She was only partially kidding, I swear. She smiled again, running her hand through my hair and looking at me, then she said it: “It’s working, Hon.”
“What’s working?” I asked. “Oh, you mean my cock?” We both laughed at that. My “cock” had always “worked”, that was never the issue, but the absurdity of the moment did not pass by wthout a huge laugh. It was refreshing, one of those post-coital giggles, but even more. It was a moment filled with meaning and hope, for us both.
It WAS working. I felt bigger and she acknowedged that by mentioning it. “You have never, ever choked me before. Tonite, I got literally choked, sucking your hot cock, my lover. And I want more, right now. God, I want it again, bad, dear.” With that, she went down on me again.
Focused Work
After committing to Dr Williams program, I began the process itself. I adhered rigorously tio his dietary program and I began “working out”, doing the specified exercises in the proscribed manner. Actually, as time went on, I even did the physical side of the chores without even paying much attention. I certainly had no idea of what to expect and my real expectations were quite low, in fact. I had been disappointed before.
The dietary changes induced certain subtle mental and psychological changes which were pretty cool. I mean, in spite of my comments above relating to a steady spirit of non-expectation, that is not all true. I had developed some optimism about it all, hoping and hoping this would work out for the better.
What I actually found was, somehow, with my commitment, there came a new energy. I became a bit more focused, of course, having these new regimes of eating and physical exercise, but I also experienced some new sort of spirit in my sex drive. More curiosity, I thought at the time, and a more open approach somehow. I got erections a bit more often than before and I paused to enjoy them more. Having a hard on became something like it once was, a flush of desire coursing through me, complete with a very hard little penis. I was enjoying it, frankly.
My wife was too, it turns out. Almost without my realizing it, we made love more often. What I did not realize was that she was thrilled and genuinely pleased that I was once again thinking about something positive instead of moodily pursuing my increasing concern over what Nature gave me, or did not. Things were looking up.
I Begin The Program
I was so wanting some development in my cock size, I would have done almost anything to get there. Fortunately, the new program, via Dr. Williams, supplied almost all the ingredients I needed to give it yet one more try at it. I liked his approach. He was scientific, down to the cellular level. He did not talk down to his patients, as many doctors do, and he tried to represent his studies in a factual and sensible manner. I was impressed with what I saw as the “science” in the program, very much so. Any steps towards progress were elaborated as to how and why, how the penis has cellular-level, and tissue-level possibilities for enlargement. How the blood vessels could be persuaded by manipulation and diet to become more full, more capable of holding more blood and therefore, more capable of some enlargement.
The dietary aspect also interested me. Inasmuch as he advocated a total acceptance of the program, I volunteered immediately for the supplements. It was odd, but I did indeed feel an increased flow, mostly in terms of making me feel hornier, if not also sexier, from the start. I felt I was disciplining myself into something productive. I began getting optimistic, something I had lacked for years. I began his program and held with it to the letter. it all made such sense.
I Try A Penis Enhancement Program
Convinced I was forever cursed with a tiny dick, I began studying possible remedies. Surgery was mentioned most, something I could not see myself opting for. Then again, I made a mental note to find out more. I finally tried a program with some gadgets and advice, usually meaning jacking off and hoping for the best. It was very unrewarding and I failed miserably at gaining a bigger cock. My wife was concerned over what she saw as a lack of sex drive. She could not understand it. Fortunately, I supplied some sex, at least enough to keep her from going crazy, while I fought my inner self over my cock. Finally, I tried a new path. I needed a more complete and more scientific program. It was the best thing I ever did.
Dr. Ron warned me it would take time, when we corresponded.
The Worst
I was aware I had a small cock, made so by various really humiliating experiences. Everything else about me was fine. I was popular, I was athletic which I became even more driven at, luring professional scouts to my college games with wide accepatance as a hard worker and a savvy and capable ballplayer. My grades stayed high, I had lots of friends, but I began avoiding women. My shame over my small cock was a fact, something I had been adapting to in the only way I knew: avoiding women. What hurt most was the fact that I was, literally, asked out. In fact, some gals promised a “ride”, and more. I was altogether desireable, yet, I had nothing to give them……literally. I lived a plagued life, wondering how the hell i was going to make out. I was discouraged and extremely close to being depressed. I began drinking. What at first was a couple of wild nights out with mates, became an almost nightly affair, beer drinking, some actual binging, throwing up later, then struggling to practice or the ballpark. I was heading nowhere fast.
Anne and I met in a Sociology class. She was a Sociololgy major and I was in Psych, and we used to compare notes on our observations on human events, for example whether they were caused by individual traits or by society itself. In spite of myself, I began finding myself very attracted to her. She was absolutely gorgeous, a real “looker”, with a nice set of perky tits and a beautifully shaped butt. A figure, in short, to die for. One day she mentioned she would love to share an evening with me, sometime. I had never asked her out. I said I was busy nights any more, with baseball practice. She would not take that for an answer, however, saying she knew damn well what I was up to. That I had been drinking like one of those mad frat boys. She told me it scared her. She knew all about it, one of my mates had a sister who was a close friend of hers. My mysterious ways had been very discussed.
“I can’t, Anne. Much as I would love to, I just can’t. There are other and very good reasons for it, which I am not able to talk about.”
Anne looked at me long and hard. “You are the most attractive god damned guy I know, dammit. I would die to spend time with you. I turn dates down to be with you as it is, you silly guy. Treat me like a good looking woman, I will be your very best friend, I promise, Bill.”
I began crying. I could not help it, it was simply too much emotion, she honestly wanted me, I guess. I cried and I spilled out the entire story. It was a picture of shame, mine and my penis. I was in tears over my situation, telling her I could never satisfy any woman because I almost was without one.
I Discover Bad News
I was always athletic. I played alot of baseball in my scholastic past, as well as basketball through high school. It implied I had a sort of “in” with the girls who go for that sort of guy, plus alot of time in showers with other guys. The showers were never particularly revelatory, oddly enough, maybe because I had so little interest in other men. Plus cocks all look extremely shrivelled up in the company of males. LOL, very much so. Just the same, a few noteworthy dudes did exist, with some impressive tools. Those we talked about amongst ourselves, leading to conversations about our own “gifts’, or lack thereof. My best friend did once mention I had a “needledick”, but I was always around girls so some of it was jealousy, I suspected. Nevertheless, his observations became apt, later and it turned out he was actually telling me something. But, for a while, dates, I never hurt for.
It was later, after high school, that the shit hit the fan for me. I was out with a gal who was bold and crazy, at a local dance club and we adjourned to the parking lot for some making out. Well, she was wanting more. I was so ready, too. As she unzipped me and began playing with my cock as we kissed, her hand became rougher, stroking me harder and harder. I was in heaven, with a raging hard on and ready to fuck her almost, when she said these immortal words:
“Are you going to get hard?”
I replied that I was hard and she lay down and spread her legs for me, naked from the waist down, her breasts out above her top and looking like a picture of sexuality. As I entered her juicy self, I felt myself penetrate. She hugged me and went back at me, moving fast. I was already on the verge of cumming. It was delicious. She moived against me harder, and harder. Finally, she blurted out:
“I can hardly feel you! Stick it in! Get hard, baby.” Turns out, she was worried I was not aroused by her. It became a deteriorating horror show, as she finally got upset. She mentioned that either I was not turned on by her or else I had a really small dick. It was devastating. I rallied and laughed. I mentioned that I had to guess it was the “small dick” thing and she laughed with me. Then she put her arms around me and held me, the cutie she was. She said, “Let me help,” and she went down on me and made me cum. We went back in the club, but I could see she was not as into it as when we began.
Later, I took another look at myself and began to understand my situation: I had a tiny cock. Damn.
My Penis Project
If this were a confession, I would be more than glad no one is seeing behind the typing into my thoughts and feelings which have haunted me for a long time. As a young man, I was often aware that my penis was rather small. As I grew older I discovered lots of other guys who expressed the same neuriotic sense of a less-then-satisfying cock size. This was good for me because I felt I was not some freak but shared a common enough feeling with many other dudes who were, indoubtedly, completely normally-sized. This all changed when I got older and I began to realize I was, indeed, cursed with “smallness”. It was a crushing revelation. I nearly gave up on sex altogether in my stupid sense of failure and I confess it dogged me for a long, long time. Lucky for me, I met a wonderful lady, the Mother of my children and an active and helpful sexual partner. Oddly enough, having her as helpful and inviting as she always seems, it makes me want to undergo this project. The “My Penis Project” I call it.
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