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Jeans … A Short Story by Martin Brant
Perhaps you have a secret that you’ve never shared with anyone, and never will. You think about it from time to time, or maybe quite often. Sometimes the secret sleeps peacefully in the remote corners of your mind. Sometimes it rages in your mind like a bull that has caught the scent of a heifer in heat. That’s when it likely your eyes are resting on a man in a pair of well-fitting jeans.
Maybe he is a passerby in the street. Maybe he’s a guy you know at work. Maybe he is your best friend, which happens to be what the following short story is about. Give it a look. See if you identify with the guy who is telling it.
Jeans
He is sprawled out on the sofa, dead to the world, dead drunk.
We had spent the evening at my favorite sports pub, a rowdy bunch of guys watching a baseball game, drinking, smoking cigars, served drinks by busty girls with all but nonexistent tank tops. Two or three beers in one evening is about all I can handle; Craig, in the mood to cut loose, had way more than that. When the bar closed I brought him to my house and plopped him on the sofa. Now I’m sitting on the coffee table beside him, staring at him, certain he’s out for the night.
We’ve known each other maybe a year. I meet him three days after he transferred here from Atlanta, offered to show him around Houston. Our wives became friends shortly after that when the four of us went out to dinner. They’re on vacation in New York for a week, attending a bridge tournament.
Like me, he’s an average guy. He always has a five-o’clock shadow, good strong jaw, wavy black hair. Some might say his nose is a bit too large and his eyes are set too close together, others would consider him good looking. Anyone would say he has a great body. Me, I find his body distracting, especially when he’s wearing those jeans.
That’s my little secret. I’ve never shared it with anyone, not my wife, especially not Craig, even though we’ve become such good friends. It would devastate me should something ruin our friendship. He’ll never know I find him so irresistible.
I’ve wondered if his wife takes his body for granted, if seeing him naked is inconsequential, if feeling his body against hers is nothing more than a nightly routine. That’s the way of it around here, after fifteen years of marriage. I can step out of the shower and my wife doesn’t even notice I’m naked, but then my body isn’t as dramatic as Craig’s. I don’t have his broad shoulders, his dark complexion, or his dark patterns of hair landscaping my chest and arms and legs. How many times have I struggled not to stare at him when we’re showering at the gym?
I scoot closer to the edge of the coffee table, lean closer to him. He’s on his back, one knee up against the sofa, an arm splayed back over his head, the other arm and leg hanging off the cushions. His hair is fussy and uncombed. His shirt is crumpled, half way unbuttoned, partially hanging out of his jeans. I had managed to get his shoes off, but left his socks sagging down around his ankles.
He has a glorious bulge pressed against his upper leg, just next to his fly, indistinguishable as far as the fleshy shapes causing it are concerned. For some the bulge might trigger the imagination, or set off flights of fantasy. For me it calls up images of his dark brooding penis in the locker room shower as water cascades down his chest and runs off the end, which makes it look like he’s peeing.
Should I feel guilty about staring at him this way, taking advantage of his condition by exploring his body with my eyes? Should I feel guilty about wanting to touch him there, to at long last satisfy the curiosities that sometimes keeps me awake at night; not that I’m constantly obsessed with his body, but something is different tonight. Something has made the temptation more beguiling. Maybe it’s being here in this quiet empty house. Maybe it’s because our wives are hundreds of miles away. Maybe his state of oblivion is tempting me to take liberties that he would never know happened.
As I stare a the all to obvious bulge, certain feelings give rise in my hands. I rub them together, clasp them, entwine my fingers and press my palms together. The urge is in them. There may never be another opportunity like the one that has presented itself tonight.
A nervousness comes over me. I look at his face, can’t remember seeing such a dead cold expression. I couldn’t wake him up if I tried. Letting out a sigh, I run my hand down the back of my head. I feel a stirring between my legs, confined by denim and snug fitting briefs. I stand and walk over to the bookcase, stare absently a row of books. What am I thinking? Why are these errant feelings so strong tonight?
Maybe I should put him to bed, get a movie on TV, get my mind on something else, maybe masturbate. I shake my head. Am I the only guy that has feelings like these? And why me? Why do I have to be the one who is plagued by such notions, the guy that gets these crazy ideas? Why, as I get older, do they seem to come on so tenaciously?
I turn and look at the back of the sofa. All I see of Craig is his knee and his arm draping over his head. Stepping back around, looking at him, I let out a breath. Time is passing by. Another opportunity like this may never happen again. Back on the coffee table, watching his face, I reach out and rub my hand down his leg to see if he has a reaction. He doesn’t stir. No sign of awareness of any kind. I’ll have to live with myself, but just now the temptation has consumed me.
My hand inches closer to his crotch, switches to the lower leg. The body heat between his thighs penetrates his jeans as my hand moves closer to the bulge, which makes what I’m doing seem even more intimate, more invasive, more daring than anything I’ve ever done. I hesitate when my hand is close enough to nudge against the fleshy bulge. After a deep breath to steel my resolve, a lightheaded surrender, I lift my hand and rest it on top of the bulge.
His jeans feel warmer here, damp on my palm, heightening my awareness of the hidden presence that feels fleshy and malleable. I let out a long breath, then check his face. No sign of life, no reaction of any kind. He will never know I did this tonight. Only I will. Just me, the guy that, for some unexplainable reason, is willing to secretly exploit his best friend’s unconscious condition.
I pause to catch up with my emotions. My hand has never come in contact with another man’s genitals before. I’m nervous and thrilled at the same time. A sense of gratification has diluted my sense of guilt. I have no idea why I would do something that would humiliate me, but just now that doesn’t matter. Maybe this fleeting moment of intimacy is what I need to get it out of my system, satisfy my curiosity about men, resolve once and for all those misguided and unfulfilled urges I get in my hands. If I can experience it just once, feel the dewy male shapes with my fingers, maybe the urges will become a forgettable part of my past.
My hand closes on the bulge with a light squeeze, a subtle gesture but thrilling. I push at the bulge with my fingertips, exploring the hidden shapes, glancing at his face from time to time. I feel the distinct oval shapes of his testicles, firm and meaty, much too confined in the snug fitting denim. Along side his balls, I can make out the shape of his penis, softer and spongier than his testicles. It’s all compressed in an irregular, unnatural way—odd we torture ourselves wearing such tight jeans, which just now happens to be the only thing preventing me from lifting his genitals and closing my fingers around them.
I look at his eyes. He’s off in another world, not likely to come back anytime soon. Though it’s nothing more than a figment of my imagination, this surreptitious intimacy seems to change my relationship with him, like we are closer, sharing a secret, finding a new way to enjoy our manhood. As I massage his genitals, aroused by how damp they feel through his jeans, my eyes shift to the buttons along his fly. It occurs to me I could unfasten them without waking him up.
The thought makes my heart race faster. It’s like I’m caught up in an illicit act that multiples temptation, compelling me to further satisfy my curiosity, causing a heedless indifference to the possible consequences. I stare at the buttons for a moment. If I unfasten them I could get my hand inside his jeans. I could wrap my fingers around his penis and at long last know what it’s like to have in my hand another man’s penis. I could cup his balls and squeeze them, even fantasize his unconscious participation is consensual. I would know. The question would no longer haunt me.
The buttons are somewhat stubborn. The nervousness in my hands intensifies as each button opens. Finally all four undone. I gently pull open the fly, lean back and make sure he hasn’t been disturbed. My eyes comb back down to his fly. It’s gaping open. I see his pubic hair, coal black and silky. An anxious feeling settles over me. As compared to what I’ve already done, the risks of what I’m contemplating are increased a dozen times.
I first noticed my errant thoughts as far back as middle school. Oh, I was plenty interested in girls—I desperately wanted to see one naked, to have a girlfriend, to feel her with my hands, to feel my lips pressed against hers. Yet there were times similar curiosities arose about boys, curiosities that defined themselves when I signed on to the basketball team in high school. That was the first time I found myself among other naked guys, dressing out in the locker Continue reading
Not Large But Nice
Is it his character or his penis size that makes him attractive? Does he have to have a big penis to make him sexually appealing? There may be different schools of thought on the subject, but one thing is certain; Many men and women are more interested, more attracted to a man because of his thoughtfulness, his honesty, his sense of justice and his sens of humor than the size of his penis. In fact many of them simply don’t care about that, or actually prefer smaller penises. So take heart if yours is on the small side. Take your time to find the right person to appreciate it, along with who you are.
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Under Six Inches … Another Look at Penis Size
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No one appreciates the beauty of the male body more than a sculptor. Sculptors understand the rhythm and harmony of muscle and bone, the ebb and flow of masculine curves and angles, the balance and symmetry of form and function. They understand the uniquely male nuances that compliment the sexual male creature. From the earliest days of Greece and Rome, sculptors have been giving their magnificent creations smaller penises than what is widely considered a more desirable penis size by today’s cultural standards, which has led to countless men agonizing over their smaller size. Far less emphasis is put on the magic of an emotional and physical sexual experience between a man and a woman, or two men; physical in the sense that the penis should play a smaller and relatively bittersweet role in human intimacy. (When the penis comes into play in it’s intended role, the encounter is just about over.) The “size matters” notion precludes the more dramatic part of a sexual encounter such as the visual aspects, the touching and exploring, and the unhurried uses of our fingers and tongues. The savoring of natural body smells, of taste and textures and visual pleasure. For those with the “size matters” mindset, they may be cheating themselves out of some very special relationships.
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Penis Size … A Matter of Perspective
No one would argue larger penises don’t have a compelling visual appeal. Or that they fill out a pair of jeans nicely. Men that have larger penises certainly aren’t complaining. They stride confidently to the gym showers feeling the weighty bobble and sway between their legs, along with feeling other men’s sometimes envious eyes, average and smaller size guys who are most often wondering why they aren’t hung as well.
But most penises are of a smaller and average size, many believe for practical reasons. And for these reasons, many men and women prefer them. Anal sex for example; both men and women that otherwise have a desire for anal sex are reluctant because some penises are simply too big to be accommodated comfortably.
Oral sex is another factor. You can’t get much of a huge penis in your mouth. It can be tiresome on your jaw. Small penises are easier to deal with and can often be completely taken into the mouth, thereby increasing the pleasure for both partners.
Aesthetics are another factor. Some think smaller penises look better, more proportionate. With everything considered, the fascinating thing about all penises is their endless variety of shapes, designs, colors and quirky characteristics, such as curves veins and foreskins, or lack thereof.
So as the pol at the bottom of this post reflects, everyone has their own individual preference. Whereas the majority of men and women seem to prefer a larger penis size, many have no preference or prefer a smaller penis size. No matter how you are endowed, there is someone out there that will think you are perfect.
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Male Endowments … A Small Penis Perspective
A different and more practical small penis perspective
An appreciation for male beauty is more than an appreciation for his physical appearance, his muscle tone, his broad shoulders or his penis size … it’s also his state-of-mind, his world view and perspectives. It has to do with his interest, his attitude in general, his self-esteem, his generosity, his optimism, his ambitions, his honesty and integrity, his sense of loyalty and his love of life. These are the components that make up the complete masculine package, and the components that form the foundation for his relationships. Far too often, men that have smaller than average size penises often believe their penis size defines their masculinity.
While large penises are fascinating and desirable in many ways, there can be a downside. There are circumstances where they can be impractical. Oral sex can be a jaw-tiring experience and considered less satisfy for both partners. Some women have smaller vaginas that will not accommodate a large penis. If the penis is too long it can ram her cervix and cause pain. Anal sex can be painful, even unthinkable.
Then again, many women prefer larger penises, especially those with larger diameters. It’s the way she was designed. In order to fully enjoy sexual intercourse, she wants to feel stretched and filled, which is not possible with a small penis. Or perhaps she has been indoctrinated to believe penis size defines a man’s masculinity, which is a sad and misguided state of affairs. Fact is, most women simply want to enjoy their men physically and emotionally. If sex to her man is nothing more than quickly getting her wet, then pushing his penis in, of course he’ll need a larger penis to give her sexual pleasure. But if her partner’s ambition to to make her feel desirable, to caress her and use his fingers, lips and tongue, to focus on her entire body instead of just her vagina, to give her an orgasm in any number of ways, then his penis size no longer matters.
A small penis perspective can be a little different for gay and bisexual men. Though many gay and bisexual men prefer large penises, many prefer a smaller size. A smaller penis makes for more comfortable anal sex and you can get all of your partner’s penis in your mouth, which can be more satisfying for both. Some men think small penises simply look better, that a large penis looks somewhat disproportionate to the overall man, a smaller guy with a huge penis for example. Given the diversity of penis sizes, various sizes not only make men more interesting to look at, but also provides their partners with their own preferences.
And preferences are what is important for guys that have a small penis to take into account. No, you’re not meant to be a porn star, nor are you meant to satisfy those that have a large size preference, but there are countless men and/or woman out there that will not only like what you have between your legs, but will be quite glad you have a small penis. The men on this page have small to average penises … can anyone deny how masculine, sexy or appealing they are?
So walk into the locker room shower with brimming self-confidence, or stroll a nude beach knowing more than a few will find you pleasant to look at and appealing. You are a magnificent fellow member in the brotherhood of man.
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Small Is In The Eyes Of The Beholder
Did the Drug DES Affect the Size of My Penis?
My mother took DES when she was pregnant.
Do you know if there is any connection to a drug my Mother took when she was pregnant, DES and me having a small penis? Bobbi.
My reply:
Diethylstilbestrol (DES) is a synthetic non-steroidal estrogen that was first synthesized in 1938. It is also classified as an endocrine disruptor. From about 1940 to 1970, DES was given to pregnant women in the mistaken belief it would reduce the risk of pregnancy complications and losses. In 1971, DES was shown to cause a rare vaginal tumor in girls and women who had been exposed to this drug in utero. The United States Food and Drug Administration subsequently withdrew DES from use in pregnant women. Follow-up studies have indicated DES also has the potential to cause a variety of significant adverse medical complications during the lifetimes of those exposed. (source: Wikipedia)
This certainly sounds like a dangerous drug with many potential side effects. I couldn’t find any connection of DES affecting penis size, though it is a good question and certainly a possibility. However, you, like many men, have probably asked yourself “Why me?” Fact is a good percentage of men worldwide have smaller sized penises. I would say the odds of this being your case is much greater.
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Small Penis Anxiety
David is concerned about his penis size.
I am 23 years old and have a small penis, around 3.5 – 4″ when erect. I had one long-term relationship between the ages of 16 and 19 but haven’t been with a girl since then. I am worried about putting myself out there because of my size. What advice can you give me to help with this anxiety? Thanks. 
My Reply:
David, welcome to a world populated by a lot of guys. What a shame so many men find it nearly impossible to enjoy their penises because they are so self-conscious about its size. Every man, big or small, should be able to enjoy one of Mother Nature’s grandest gifts without reservations of this kind. Some men are inhibited not by the size of their penis, but because of the indoctrinations they have suffered from their earliest years. They were taught their penises are dirty or naughty. Who knows which of these anxieties are worse.
I suggest you look at the poll on penis size preference. You’ll find it in this article. Sure, the majority of women prefer a larger size, but better than a third say penis size is not important to them or they prefer smaller penises. That’s the answer to your problem, seeking out the right young woman (or the right man for those looking for a same-sex relationship).
Picture yourself dating a girl. The two of you seem to be going in the right direction. At some point early on, you should bright up the subject. Imagine the two of you are having coffee into the wee hours of the morning, talking about all kinds of things. There should come an opportunity to tell her you would like to say something personal. Tell her you are self-conscious about your penis size, that you fall just below average, that it’s something you don’t want to worry about in a relationship that goes beyond being just friends.
I believe, if you have found the right girl, by bringing this up you will have automatically won a big chunk of her heart. She will be endeared by a man that is brave enough and comfortable enough to talk about his inner emotions. You will discover whether or not she is the right girl. Then, when the two of you first get naked together, you can enjoy your body the way you’re supposed to. Imagine what a relief that would be. On the other hand, if she’s not the right girl, maybe the two of you can still be friends.
Other than that, most of solving the problem is up to you. Suck it up and recognize the fact that we’re not all Charles Atlas. You can either enjoy your body and who you are, or you can consign yourself to a long life of feeling inadequate. Ignore all the size matters tripe that’s all too common on the Internet. And learn more about women, what they like and how to drive them wild by knowing their erogenous zones. Master the myriad ways a guy can satisfy a woman without even using his penis, and then be considered a prize lover.
