A friend
introduced me to one of his friends, who was generally known as 'Moonie' as he liked to expose his arse to everybody. Back in 1981 we're doing "way out" things like staying at each others houses without telling our parents (RockNRoll man!) and Moonie stays at mine, in the front room. We're playing cards and my sister a year younger, so about 15 comes in to watch. Moonie pronounces, 'i'm feeling warm' and slips out of his sleeping bag, where he'd been lying naked. When i say slipped out, the phrase sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiped out would have been more appropriate, as he pulled the bag down, his waist was exposed then his groin with the base of his cock, then his thighs with the mid section of his cock and finally his knees with the tip of his cock. Edward Trunk would've been a more appropriate name, it was horrific on so many levels; somebody elses penis; my sister; the enormity of it; knowing i'd never be able to wreck vaginas like he could.
Since then i've met friends who knew him and there's only me that remembers the length of cable he called a penis, i don't think it ruined my life but i still feel kind of inadequate.
Unexpected? No chance, he'll be in his 40s now and i bet it still flops out at every opportunity.
Length? 9.75 inches but as he was 16 at the time and was hoping to gain the extra quarter by the time he'd stopped growing.
(Discreditor wants the dream to come true, Fri 29 May 2009, 0:02, Reply)