LARGETONY Blog

You ever have those days when you feel big as anything? I’m talking to the guys here. Maybe women go through the same thing with their breasts, I don’t know. But guys know what I mean. You’re so used to having something between your legs that most days you don’t even take notice of it until nature calls or somebody very bangable walks by. But then, there are other days (like today, for me) when for some unknown reason you are very aware of your stuff.

It’s not like somebody or something is turning you on. You’re not even carrying around a chub. What you feel like you are carrying around is POWER. You feel like that any moment it will break free and take over the world. You feel like you have Godzilla in your britches. No…COCKzilla! The penis is a funny thing. No one is going to deny that men’s brains are connected to their dicks. And no one is going to deny that when it comes to being rational, the dick is probably going to win. Your dick doesn’t just convince you to do stupid things just for a piece of tail. It can also convince you it’s a seat of power.

It wakes you up that way. You swear when you swing your legs out of bed, it’s hanging closer to the floor. After a shower, you’re sure it’s going to take more than one towel to buff it dry. You get dressed and you’re positive that the waist band on your underwear is drooping from the heaviness in the pouch, convinced there is no way the zipper is going to manage to close over it. You wouldn’t be surprised if it broke the sound barrier or sang the National Anthem. And you’re not even hard! I think this happens no matter what size your dick is. Whether it’s three inches, nine inches, or thirteen inches, every man has those days when his cock convinces him that it could bring peace to the Middle East.

Everybody sees guys tugging, or cupping, or squeezing on their junk out in public. It’s not cause they are pervs, or having hygiene problems. It’s cause they are feeling connected to that power. It’s like you’re best friends with the President and you just gotta give him a clap on the back. Hail to the Chief! As if I’m wondering what the hell is down there, I got feel to feel it to see. Wow, it’s me! I haven’t been able to keep my hands off my self all day. All I want to do it touch it. Not necessarily play with it, or jack it. Just touch it. You don’t want to take the chance of unleashing power like that. It would be nuclear holocaust. Armegeddon. Look out world, here I come and my pecker is riding shotgun. No. Here comes my pecker and I’m riding shotgun.

Days like this make me identify with those Enzyte commercials. There’s a new confidence, a spring my step. I catch myself unknowingly swaggering around, pelvis first. I’m feeling large, feeling powerful, feeling….well…cocky.

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