my 2 inch nob,and the total waste of a life.re:boats comments about me looking a wimp.

you really cannot imagine what it's like.

when i was in my late teens,
and early twenties,
YES i went out boozin,
i had a "few" mates.
and yes,
there were times when i drank myself into oblivion.
as you do.

thankfully,
there were more pubs in that town than i could do in a weekend.

you talk about me "making the first move".

in my boozy days,
i had offers,
nice offers,
from lovely females.
but i made excuses,
and would change my pub-round.
not go out even.
to avoid them.
i was even suspected of being gay in some circles.
"how could he not fancy that?"
they'd ask.

when inside it was tearing me apart.

and why?

can you even CONTEMPLATE?

it started when i was in my late teens.
picture the scene:
you're pissing testosterone from every pore,
you've got young attractive girls hitting on you,
no they weren't queing up.
but i could have done alright.
and you have to run away,
because you just can't face the shame and embarrassment of havin fuck all in your trousers.

it eats away at you,
and ultimately destroys any notion of masculinity.

getting married made life a lot easier because being married,
with a kid,
it was okay to say no to women,
even young attractive women.

and now i'm old,
i try to kid my self that it doesn't matter now,
that i don't care.

of course it fucking matters,
the feelings of shame,
embarrassment,
and sheer self-loathing,
are with you always,
24/7.
and age DOESN'T make it any easier.

so many uncried tears.

bitter?

yes i'm bitter.


and there you have it.

ericster.

laid bare.

totally exposed.

have a nice day juicers.
and if you get the offer of sex,
just do it,
gorge on it.
for me eh?
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but i can't blame that for my wimpishness.
the fear of getting into scrapes and fights.
of getting hurt physically,
and yes,
of being hit by somebody bigger.

maybe it's because i grew up with violence in the home.
although i don't really buy into all that shit.

we are what we are.

nature,
not nurture.

who knows?
who cares?
too late now.

and if i sought help,
i would need another lifetime to deal withy it.
so fuck it.

i must be well into this kife now.

can't be a lot of years left surely.

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footnote:

maybe one day lardthing will seek help.
but i doubt it.
you don't.
you just DON'T.

youve grown it always used to be one inch

Maybe the warm weather has loosened it up a bit.

Eric size isnt everything one recent survey i read in one of Bevs magazines said most women reach orgasm with a blokes tongue and fingers than a cock. There you have it.

NotBert wrote:

bitofatwat wrote: i read in one of Bevs magazines that I'm a woman in a man's body, buy a fucking sports magazine for when you have a shit for God's sake

missyj wrote:youve grown it always used to be one inch

i'm boasting about the erection that i used to get.

"massive".

bitofatwat wrote:Eric size isnt everything one recent survey i read in one of Bevs magazines said most women reach orgasm with a blokes tongue and fingers than a cock. There you have it.

that's just wishful thinking boat.