As I sat in the stands of a local college swim meet, I could not ignore the clearly outlined penises that paraded before me. My mind drifted back to the time when I first time saw a man in a suit that left nothing to the imagination. I was maybe twelve and was swimming with my older sister at a local public pool. A new family had just moved into the neighborhood. I was lying on my towel sunning myself. The father, who was in his late twenties, walked out of the changing room wearing one of those early speedos that made no attempt to camouflage what it was supposedly covering. His rather large penis was presented in clear outline, including the ridge of his circumcised head.
It was clearly the sexiest things I had ever seen up to this point of my life. I experience the common dilemma of wanting to stare but not wanting to be seen looking. I was embarrassed but engrossed, mortify but captivated. I thought that a man's privates were supposed to be cloaked in mystery, but it was here celebrated, proudly put on display. His tool of sexual engagement was flaunted in a way that seemed to break a taboo. He seemed to be asking me to check him out, to take a look at what was taboo.
The shot starting a new race brought me out of my daydream and back to poolside. My thoughts drifted to another time when I was in my early twenties. I was living close to a natural hot spring, and I would normally spend Saturday lying on a nearby rock with my friend Ron.
While I wore a bikini when I went to the hot springs, Ron was always completely in the buff. It wasn't that I shied away nudity, but rather that I enjoyed the contrast between the concealment of my sex and the blatant display that the male anatomy provides. I almost always removed my top, but I kept my bottom covered, or at least as much cover as a thong allows. I liked "flashing" my breasts, and I almost always got the reaction I wanted. More than once, I sent a young man into the hot waters to avoid showing an erection.
Ron was a perfect partner for my favorite pastime at the hot water spring because he had a very long penis. I was fascinated with how women reacted to his size. It was clear that many had not thought that penises came this big. I would lie beside him and watch their faces as they caught their first glimpse. Generally their eyes would widen ever so slightly as they tried to suppress an expression of disbelief. What especially interested me was how they continued to steal looks whenever they got the chance. They tried to feign disinterest, but I knew otherwise.
I am not a size-queen; I like a substantial but not gigantic penis. On the whole, too big is not fun or more attractive. I prefer a thick and slightly longer than average over a very long and skinny. Ron had a very long penis and, in this regard, he was at the edge of what attracts my interest. I also liked seeing his circumcised foreskin peeled back so that the head of his penis was fully exposed. It is not that I don't find some uncircumcised ones aesthetically appealing; I do. It's just that I get a real charge seeing the most sensitive part of a man's sexual pleasure on full display. Ron had one that always seemed on the verge of erection and thus he was always presenting his sex front and center.
One of our favorite tricks was for me to lie on my front side and for Ron to lie on his back while I whispered into his ear until he slowly rose to full erection. The process by which a man moves from a flaccid state to full-scale harness is very erotic. I don't know any woman who is not turned on by watching this. It is probably a meaningless cliché to say that a rising penis radiates energy, but it is still true. I almost see it surrounded by an aura of erotic power. While this image is much too mystical for my tastes, I don't know how better to describe it. It isn't that I find an erect penis more aesthetically appealing than a flaccid one. Both have their attractions for me. It's just that, while a man with a flaccid penis can be interested in almost anything, a man with an erect penis has at least part of his mind focused on sex.
Whenever I got Ron erect, I had to struggle not reach out and grab him. Try it yourself: watch a penis become erect and see if you don't reflexively reach out toward it. My eyes become glued to it as it lengthens and rises. If a woman tries to tell you that she is not stimulated by the sight of a big penis growing to erection, she is lying. I could recount countless times when every female eye at the hot spring was riveted on Ron's hard penis. Although some were more obvious than others, all were pretty apparent.
