Is It Ever Long Enough?

I’ve always been somewhat concerned with the size of and in particular the length of my penis. I know most guys often feel this is an area of their bodies they would like to improve. However It doesn’t bother me much to hear a woman screaming, “Harder, Faster” as I pleasure her, and myself. But when she starts screaming, Deeper, dammit deeper”. I feel a little less than adequate.
So I’m not one to ignore a request from the ladies, especially when I myself feel a little “shortchanged” so to speak. I decided to try to remedy the situation by looking into a penis extender. Now I’m not too big on the idea of surgery, especially in that region of my body, unless it is an absolute necessity, and pretty much even then, only if there is a life threatening reason.

So off I go to the local sex shop and adult book store. Now I start looking at things they have available to lengthen my uh, shortcomings. They have pumps designed to increase the size, they have devices to attach to the penis that is supposed to stretch the length, and of course they have the creams and ointments that are supposed to increase both the length and girth, albeit, only temporarily. I really had no idea which I wanted to try, so I decided to seek out some hopefully, well trained store employee, who knew the details of such a device. Well, there was only one person working there, a young girl who couldn’t have been any older than about eighteen, She did look as if she might have more knowledge than I, since her face was damn near wired shut. She had pins and ring piercings all over her face. I found myself wondering whether she had piercings in places that weren’t so visible. She also had a number of tattoos, that I had no doubt extended far below the cut of her clothing.

Being more than a little bit shy, I decided to throw caution to the wind, and ask for her help with my Sizegenetics. Despite her somewhat hard looks, she seemed all to eager to assist me in my quest. She led me back to the counter where they had these items displayed. She pointed out advantages of each device, and thanks to her help I opted for a tube of penis creme. designed to increase the size substantially, a penis pump with a pressure gauge, and a squeeze handle to make the pumping easier, and another device that attached to my penis near my testicles and also to my leg. The idea being that as I walked, I would stretch my member with every step. She also informed me I could detach it from my leg and hang a weight on it when I was at home, for maximum effect.

I left the store somewhat lighter in the wallet, and figured it was worth it to never again hear, “Is it in yet?” I rushed home to try my new devices. I first decided to try the tube of creme. I must say it was quite pleasurable to apply, and right away, my penis started to grow. It however, did not appear to be any longer than usual. So I figured I would try the pump. A plastic tube with a rubber hose attached. I put it on as the instructions said, and started to pump away. The pressure gauge said I had reached the maximum amount of pressure that was considered safe, so I stopped for a while to see the results. It worked, My penis was longer, not to mention fatter and bigger around. It was somewhat painful, but It seemed worth it, until I released the pressure, and my penis returned to it’s normal size. It was a good erection though I must say. So I decided to try the last option the stretcher. since I was home, there was no problem attaching a weight to the end, I just raided my garage, and took a ten pound weight, I figured I’d start small. andI attached it as instructed, and added the weight to the end.

Of course, when I dropped the weight to the floor, It landed on my toe, and I started hopping around. This set the weight bouncing as well, on the end of the elastic band attached to my penis. well, it bounced up and down and every move brought great pain, but no pain, no gain . Right? Wrong. It damn near ripped my dick off, and sent me howling in pain around the room. Every step caused the weight at the end to bang down on the floor. After a couple of minutes of this , My doorbell rang, and as my door was unlocked, and I was in such great pain, I simply yelled “come in”. Turns out it was the lady who lived downstairs complaining about the noise. when she saw me with the apparatus attached to my Johnson, and me holding my sore foot, and trying to balance on one foot, she screamed and fainted. With the door still wide open. This allowed several of my neighbors to arrive and witness the same scene as she saw when she opened the door.

I’m now looking for a new apartment, in another town, at least a few miles away.

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