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"An eager inventor named Jones
Was reduced to to loud sobbing and moans.
He'd devised x-ray glasses
To study clothed lasses
But all he could see were their bones."

author unknown

Introduction

My cock is my life. I do not mean that lightly nor symbolically. My life revolves about my cock. The things that happened to me are directly related to my dick, and specifically the size of my dick. Even my first memory is about my penis, and the reaction it created in others.

Many of these reflections may seem typical male bravado simply written to paper as proof of a low self- esteem. Yet the proof of these words is that I am beginning to be weary and even have despairing thoughts about the organ between my legs.