Perils of Penis Measurement (Aka more than you ever wanted to know about my penis)

Guys are obsessed by their size, especially in comparison to others. Or at least it seems that way in the gay community.  You can stop any gay man on the street and ask how big his penis is, and he'll tell you down to the inch.

Unfortunately, it appears that everyone really sucks at measuring.

It's called a tape measure. Use it.

Body Image

I'm in damn good shape.

I'm 19, 180 lbs (it varies between 177 and 183 lbs), 6'1.  I play rugby, I swim 50 laps in the morning a couple times a week, I run 5 miles in 40 minutes other mornings, I don't look half bad with my shirt off.

But: I don't keep track of what I eat, I don't know how much body fat I have, I don't have a distinctive six pack. I look absolutely nothing like Marky Mark.

Mark Wahlberg used to be a male model. What the hell.

I'm fine with that. I have a healthy body image, but damnit, I want more.

Emotional Blowback

One night stands are great. The sex is hot, there are no complicating factors, both people get exactly what they want. There is, however, a downside.  Sex has an inherent emotional component.  To deny it is to deny a part of sex that is hot and beautiful, but to open up to it is to open yourself to the emotional blowback.

First Time

At 5:00 AM on Friday, December 4, 2009, I sat down at my computer, shaking a bit.
And I began typing:
"Alex just left my room.
Well, most of him did. His cum is still on my chest..."

But before I relate all of the fun adventures that happened that night, I feel some background is necessary.

First off, I didn't want to use any actual pictures of Alex, so I just grabbed some of a porn star who looks kinda like him. Alex looks like this guy, but hotter:

To see more of him and to continue to sample my scintillating writing skills, follow the jump.