My dick is nothing extraordinary. It’s slightly above average length, quite girthy, but besides that, it just looks nice. It’s smooth, proportionate, has some nice veins popping out, with a big, meaty head resting on top of a thick shaft. I’m not a bad looking guy, myself. I’m tall, handsome, have a nice smile, and a sexy voice. I get almost as many compliments on my eyes as I do my dick. Girls like me anyway, so when they find out I’m packing, they almost lose their minds.
I first noticed a change when I was going through puberty, at about 12 years old. I woke up one morning and walked past the mirror naked, caught a glimpse, and had to stop for a second. What had previously been nothing more than, let’s say, a button down there, had now taken on the shape of a duffel bag (that’s the first thing I thought of, anyway) and was hanging down over my balls. This was back in the ’90s, so internet was fairly new. I hadn’t seen a lot of porno, and the stuff I did see was just naked girls, so I didn’t have much to compare it to. In any case, I was pleased with the development.