Having a big dick isn't all wine and roses. When it first dawned on me that my dick was bigger than average it was the greatest thrill. I would go online and find size charts and averages and figure out where I landed on the graph. Of course, all the charts were for adults and I was still growing and yet still I was at the far right end of the graphs. I would measure my length and girth daily and even write math equations to figure out my approximate volume assuming my dick were a perfect cylinder. I can remember being in class writing equations for the volume of my dick, getting myself turned on and that can be dangerous in my situation. My problem wasn't my length but girth. Trying to remain inconspicuous was increasingly a problem but eventually my secret was too well known to bother.
I became obsessed with my own dick size to the point where it occupied most of my waking hours and even occasionally my dreams. I had dreams of having a penis that was several feet long and at that point I really didn't know where I would max out. In the ridiculousness of my youth I would fantasize that my cock was an inhuman size as if that would be a good thing. Most guys wish for a big dick but my wish was actually coming true even if it were consuming my life.
I would never in a million years want an average sized dick but I often wonder what it would be like to have something more modest like 8 or 9 inches. That's still extraordinarily large but I'd like to think my obsession would be less than it is. I can remember, in my first year of college, going to a farm and mentally comparing my size to a horse. I was literally wondering which of us had the larger dick and to this day I believe I may have been larger. But, this is not something someone should be thinking about on a tour of a farm.