He told an interviewer, “The size of a man’s penis does not matter for who he is as a person or in a relationship,” and I wholeheartedly agree.
See, I prefer guys who are a little less endowed, with good reason.
Sure, we all have aspects of our bodies we wish were different, but if you’re so hung up on what you’re missing, you’re not going to be fun in bed.
I appreciate lovers who’ll joke around when I tell him I want to get busy, like the boyfriend who said, “You want to touch my small penis, don’t you?
” Or if we were at the grocery store and I picked up an unusually large zucchini, “It’s always about size with you, isn’t it?
wish more men were like Nick Gilronan, winner of last year’s Smallest Penis in Brooklyn contest (this year’s contest is this Sunday, aka Father’s Day).
He is proud of what he’s got between his legs, so much so that he was willing to stand almost naked, wearing just a mankini, in front of a crowd and strut his stuff.
“I hoped you would like it,” he said once he was fully naked.
I would never have expected him to be anything but sure of himself, and, far more than anything we did in bed, that moment of humility endeared him to me.
Firstly, the best lovers I’ve ever had have been on the smaller side, which I don’t think is a coincidence.
My hunch is that because these men feel self-conscious about their size (all of them told me as much at some point), they go out of their way to make up for it, excelling at oral sex and making good use of their fingers as well as positions like doggy-style.
It made him vulnerable, which made my heart beat extra hard.
Well-endowed guys are, in my experience, often too cocky (pardon the pun), so sure of themselves and their magical penises that they act like all they have to do is lie there to impress me. Along with this, being able to laugh about your penis size is something else I appreciate.