I’m Not Just A Member Of The Small Penis Club; I’m The President

Does size count? I hope not! There’s no getting around it; my penis is barely adequate. Some time ago Mrs. Lion made a silicone cast of my weenie. Looking at the disconnected likeness of my cock was a disappointing revelation. I’ve been handling it all my life. It felt just fine when pumped up. But my little six-inch weenie isn’t much in a world of eight-inch monsters. None of the women who have handled it laughed or commented on its size. The didn’t gasp or whisper, “Oh my God!” either.

I’ve never given size much thought. I’ve measured and have been measured when soft. That’s the only way to get a male chastity device that fits. My flaccid length is definitely on the short size, barely two inches. When hard, it grows to about six inches long and one-and-a-half inches in diameter. I’ve been told it looks cute. Cute? Sheesh!

My penis isn’t exactly a secret. Over five million people have seen it in various poses that range from soft and”cute” to hard with clothespins attached. I’ve only received one comment from a guy who said it looked cute and suckable. Only one comment in ten years and over five million views. I didn’t expect to have a fan club, but still…

What promted this painful memoir was a picture that popped into my Twitter feed. Holy shit! Is that what women want? I don’t have it if they do. No wonder Mrs. Lion lost interest in sex. She has a life sentence with my tiny dick. When I was locked in a male chastity device she didn’t have to deal with my low-rise erection. Maybe we should go back to locking me up.

double whammy

My sex life has become very difficult. The biggest issue is that I’m the only one in this marriage interested in sex. Mrs. Lion is done with sex for herself. She kindly gets me off. Sex is all one-way. Foreplay is limited to what Mrs. Lion wants to do to get me aroused. This has been going on for a very long time: nearly half of our marriage. She deserves a lot of credit for taking care of my needs. Let’s face it, sex isn’t something she wants; it’s a service she gives me. Foreplay is almost impossible. When both of us were interested in sex, our foreplay increased in intensity as we both got more and more aroused. That doesn’t happen now. I miss it.

My ability to get hard has also suffered. I need to get an injection of Edex in order to get a full erection. The process of preparing the solution and then injecting it into my penis is about as far from foreplay as you can get unless you are into medical scenes. To make matters worse, Edex is expensive so there os pressure to make every shot count.

Given all this, it’s amazing that there is any sex at all. Now that Mrs. Lion has discovered that hand jobs work again, she seems inclined to jerk me off as soon as the Edex gets me hard. I don’t want to seem ungrateful, but this is not what I want. A handjob is fun at the end of some BDSM, but just jerking me off as soon as I get hard feels impersonal and not much fun for me. I guess that from Mrs. Lion’s perspective, sex is just another chore she has to do before she can go play on her iPad. I’m grateful she takes the time to get me off.

I don’t know what we can do about this. I know that Mrs. Lion can have orgasms; she just doesn’t want them. I don’t understand that, but it’s how she feels. The problem is that activities like kissing and petting have also stopped when sex became one-way. I miss that, too. The only intimate activity we do that doesn’t involve directly stimulating my penis is spanking. I want to find more we can do.

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