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I just turned 64 and still shoot ropes of cum to my face. Mainly when I'm really horny or have edged. Usually on a good day about 3 to 5 ropes then some to my pebic area and then dribble. I attribute it all on Kegel excersizes. If you have access to my gallery I have a video of my cum shots. I don't mind sharing in messages either.

When Humiliation Turns Erotic: Living with a Micropenis and the Strange Aftertaste of Shame I have a micropenis. Measured accurately, it’s 3.25 inches long. That number has followed me for as long as I can remember in my adult life. Kids noticed. Adults noticed. Partners noticed. The teasing and hazing started early and never really stopped. It was constant, public, and often creative in its cruelty. For years the only thing I felt in those moments was pure, hot shame and the desperate wish to disappear. Now I’m in my early thirties, and something has shifted. The humiliation still stings in the moment—sometimes it still makes me want to crawl out of my own skin. But later, hours or days afterward, the memory of it begins to feel different. It becomes charged. Interesting. Even erotic. I hate the experience while it’s happening, yet I find myself returning to it in my mind with a kind of fascinated arousal I never asked for. One therapist suggested a straightforward explanation: when sexual activity (or sexual feelings) gets repeatedly paired with teasing and humiliation, the brain can start to link the two. What begins as pure pain can, over time, acquire an erotic charge through classical conditioning. The body learns that the spike of shame is followed by, or mixed with, sexual energy, and eventually the shame itself starts to trigger that energy. That idea feels true, but incomplete. It’s not just simple conditioning. There’s also the way chronic humiliation shapes identity. When the thing you are most ashamed of is also the thing that makes you most visible, it can become the center of your erotic life whether you want it to or not. The micropenis stops being only a source of pain and becomes the stage on which every sexual script is performed. Teasing isn’t just something that happens to me—it becomes the language through which sex is spoken. There’s a complicated grief in that. Part of me still wants the ordinary, uncomplicated desire that other people seem to get. Another part has grown attached to the intensity that only comes when the humiliation is real. The “later” erotic charge doesn’t erase the original wound; it just rewrites it into a different key. I still flinch when someone laughs. I still feel the old panic. And then, afterward, the same scene can play in my head and produce arousal instead of only pain. I’m still trying to understand the difference between those two states—the live humiliation and the remembered, eroticized one. Is the later version a form of healing, a way the mind reclaims power over something that once felt powerless? Or is it simply another layer of the same wound, dressed up as kink? Maybe it’s both at once. What I know for certain is that the shift happened gradually, and it happened without my permission. I didn’t choose to find the teasing erotic. It arrived the way any conditioning does—quietly, through repetition, until one day the old shame started carrying a new charge. Naming that process doesn’t make it less confusing, but it does make it less lonely. There are other people walking around with the same strange aftertaste of humiliation that has somehow become desire. I’m writing this because I want to understand it more clearly, and because I suspect I’m not the only one living in that particular gap between the hate-it-now and the can’t-stop-thinking-about-it-later. I know this is a forbidden topic on here, but it is a real thing. One therapist put it more bluntly than the others. She looked at me and said, essentially: stop punishing yourself for finding SPH erotic. Whether the attraction was “originally” yours or whether it was grafted onto you by years of teasing, it is now part of you. Trying to surgically remove the erotic charge from the shame is like trying to un-live the experiences that created it. You can examine it, you can decide how much space you give it, but feeling ashamed of the shame-turned-desire only adds another layer of self-attack. That landed harder than I expected. For a long time I treated the later erotic response as evidence that I was broken in a new way—first I was defective for having a 3.25-inch penis, then I was defective for getting off on the memory of being mocked for it. The therapist’s point was that both of those judgments are still operating inside the same system of self-rejection. Accepting the erotic charge doesn’t mean I have to seek out live humiliation or that I have to like the original pain. It only means I stop treating the after-effect as further proof of my unworthiness. I’ve tested that idea in small ways. When the memory surfaces and the familiar mix of residual shame and unexpected arousal appears, I try not to immediately moralize about it. I notice it the way I might notice any other automatic response—my body doing what it has learned to do. Sometimes the noticing itself softens the secondary shame. Other times the secondary shame still wins for a while. Progress is uneven. What feels useful about the therapist’s framing is that it refuses the false choice between “this is authentic desire” and “this is just trauma.” Both can be true at the same time. The eroticization may have been conditioned, but the conditioning happened inside my nervous system, shaped by my history, and now lives in my body. Pretending it isn’t mine only keeps me at war with myself. Accepting it as part of who I am—without having to celebrate it or expand it—creates a little more room to breathe.

Saw this decal on a SUV the other day while stopped at a traffic light. Couldn't see who was driving the SUV and if the wife wasn't with me I would of followed them.

Pants hide everything on me. I rarely have a bulge even in shorts. I never try to hide it. I just walk normal except getting out of the water from the ocean or a pool. I usually pull on my swim suit to create that pocket of air so my suit doesnt suck right up to my little package.

You're not alone, I'm pretty sure all of us have felt (feel) like that. Kids can be cruel, adults can sometimes be as well. But what I've learned is that sometimes the most cruel are ourselves. We let the thoughts in our heads tear at us, we let them consume us. You can't control what others think, but you can learn to control what you think. I have more to say on the subject, a lot more, but I'm going to leave it there for now. Just remember this ... You are not alone

When I was younger, I would be laying on my back in bed jerking it and sometimes shoot two feet into the air. Sadly, these days it's mostly just 1 little squirt and some dribbles, still feels good though and that's what counts.

Look at the pic attached and look at the marks on the white t shirt and the cushion behind me.

I believe I’ve posted somewhere on here at some time before that I think I am more pushy on this topic of facts/truth first, then an appropriate psychological approach, due to my own experience being attacked. From seventh grade through at least the ninth grade, and since I was a minor age boy, I felt like I kept being asked to do something I couldn’t do. I couldn’t “Get over it,” “Work through it,” “Look at the bright side,” or make progress on any other well intentioned comment, because there was too much I couldn’t know at that age, and I couldn’t deal with the crushing feelings What made it worse was the lack of medical and psychological professionals who knew of a similar situation with a boy, not a girl, who had experienced dealing with a minor age boy being ganged up on and sexually attacked. I’m sure it happened to other boys at different times and places, but without it ever appearing in media of any kind, or being discussed in university Psych programs, no one knew anything about it or what to do. Sure, there were general ideas on dealing with sexual attacks against girls/women, but to the professionals available to me, I was an unfortunate anomaly. Sexually held down and attacked by a group of boys in public, everyone in my entire small world knowing about it within a day or two, getting an erection from being fondled and being teased for that, then crying uncontrollably and being teased for that, all during the most critical time for development of the male sexual identity. At one point it seemed like I was being told I was lucky I hadn’t been raped. Hooray for me!!! 🎆🎉 I was even more devastated after I had finished growing and realizing I was small. That appeared to be the last nail in my coffin. Without my family and best friends, there would’ve been no more me. I had already planned it. I had means and motive. I hope this doesn’t appear to be ranting, because that’s not my intention. My attempt is to point out that each sexual attack is completely different because the person upon whom it was perpetrated is completely different, and while some of these people likely can take simple encouragement and direction to turn their lives around relatively quickly, most of us aren’t in that situation. However,I’m not unique in the sense that so many are in the same boat struggling to deal with the after effects, and feeling rudderless. The specialty of my current psychologist is trauma, specifically sexual trauma perpetrated on men and minor boys. So far he has some interesting takes, new data I have not seen before, and a structured plan to move forward. I am hoping this is my last step toward full healing, but he has warned me it is a difficult path to follow, and it won’t happen quickly. Yet somehow, I feel determined and hopeful.

I had those mandatory PE showers and showers after sports. It seemed that all the males in my grade knew I had a small cock. And all my teammates. I still had to shower and there was no hiding it. Even a senior at 17-18 age I still was one of the if not the smallest in the locker room. By sophomore year I just embraced it and began being confident naked. In college as a freshmen I got nervous again about my size with a whole new group of people I didn’t know but I had a great baseball assistant coach who showered with us and his penis was just as small as mine around 1 inch soft. He was really confident and he was married and like 8 yrs older than me. I after seeing him got my full confidence back again and never lost it again.

Sadly, my childhood (and adulthood for that matter ha) was largely devoid of accidental sightings. I do recall my little brother often sitting on the floor cross-legged playing video games in his lose shorts, penis in all its child bald glory as it was. My sister would be like "DUDE". He didn't care. 😂 In 6th grade I remember going to on a swimming day to the YMCA with my church youth group. One of the girls there was adjusting the top of her suit and I got an ever so brief glimpse of her "boobs". They were budding so I use the term loosely. Even still... I had to jump in that cold water real quick lest I give my peers an unintentional show of my own!!

I think I am becoming a fan of chodes. Just something about them, probably the girth, that may make them appear out of proportion. But hey, I can’t think of many types of cocks I don’t find appealing.

I have two false testicles (cancer, twice [obviously!]), but I get TRT Injections ever 12 weeks. Im 62 and I still hit my chest and on a good day, my chin.

I dated this swimsuit model for a year after my divorce. Absolutely the best body I’ve ever seen. On our third or fourth date, I took her to this pretty well known Italian restaurant in Santa Monica. It’s small, less than 15 tables. We were having drinks while waiting for our appetizers and we notice there is a table of 4 young (30ish) guys in suits. Probably in town for business. They think my date is a movie star or something and eventually they take a couple of camera pics of her. She was a 5’5” blonde with an all over tan, wearing a sun dress with no bra. She is enjoying the attention and I’m telling her how sexy she looks. After we finished with our entrees, she excused herself and went to the rest room. When she came back I stood up and pulled out her chair and as she sits down, she slips her panties into my hand. After I sit down, she leans over and tells me how wet she is and can’t wait to get my cock inside of her. Check, please! As we left the restaurant, we strolled past the bros and they were almost drooling. When the valet brought the car around, she got in the car and flashed the valet a quick shot of her waxed and wet pussy. I fingered her on the way back to my place and we had some unbelievable sex that night. But I will never forget how much fun that evening in the restaurant was.

Your post made me very sad, because I recognized myself. I spent half my life being you. If the stats you posted are accurate, there is nothing wrong with the size of your penis, it falls solidly in the average range .. it is not small. You and I are almost the same size, and I can tell you that the woman I've been with have had no issues with my size. In fact, one said I was the best lover she ever was with, and I know she wasn't lying. You said you have been with 80 - 90 women, I could count on 2 hands the number of women I've been with, with a couple of fingers to spare. Back in 1995, I was so miserable that I came within seconds of putting a gun to my head. Instead, I saw a doctor and got on meds, and I got into therapy. What I learned is that problem wasn't between my legs, it was between my ears. Please see a doctor, tell them your depressed, many places offer free or low-cost mental health services. Call your local health dept. and ask them what mental health services they offer. I know men can be reluctant to seek help; I was for a long time. Life is still a struggle, but I've had a lot of great times. I had the best sex of my life in my fifties. On my 60th birthday my girlfriend surprised me with a 7-day vacation to New Orleans. I would have missed all of that if I had made a bad decision back in 95. Please get help ..

I enjoy comparing with other guys! Small redhead cock here. 68byears old. Love trading emails and pics with like minded buddies!!! CJ

Hi all I am 2.65 inches fully hard my wife jokes that her clit when it gets hard is bigger She is not wrong. Love to connect with other and chat about size maybe you like to hear what she says or just want to talk

Many years ago, before it was available generically, I got a prescription for Viagra. They were expensive, maybe 8 bucks a pill for the 100mil tablets. The Doc gave me a prescription for 10 of them, and he told me to snap them in half and just try seeing how 50mil worked. They do have a lot of side effects, some odd ones. Like, they can give you pin-point pupils, and can give you headaches. You can also have issues if you have heart disease. You take one maybe 30 - 45 mins before you intend to get it on. I have to say, they worked on me unbelievably well. I had an erection like I haven't had in 20 years ... I'm talking rock hard. I'd give Viagra 2 thumbs, I mean dicks, up.

I quoted only your last 5 words, because they are the most important. I'm glad you are in therapy, and I know from experience that it can help. I don't know if you are on medication, but I can tell you that medication saved me. Life is still a struggle, but it's definitely worth it. BTW, you are not an anomaly, there are millions of men like you, but many don't reach out for help. They go through their lives and suffer in silence. It takes a lot of courage to seek help. I think you're a lot stronger than you know.

Why let others "opinions" rent space in your head. Not easy to "ignore" comments but need to remind yourself "that is their shit" not mine. Their opinion is just that, THEIR opinion, I know my penis size, I know it works, it bring me and others pleasure...their opinion means nothing to me.

A few weeks back, I returned to Measurection after a long hiatus ... 18 years or so. My posting history should be some indicator! I returned to see if the community here was still delivering on its mission. I'm happy to see it is, and I wanted to offer my experience with the site then, now, and what the road of life has shown me in-between. Back when I was in uni (2005-2008), Measurection was helpful for me. I'm a small guy at ~4.5" and thin on the girth side of things, and it was very intimidating to me to know I would be on the lower end when 'sized-up' against peoples' previous partners in their minds. While I never felt being small made me a worse or better person than anyone else, it did make me feel at a disadvantage. The norm that permeates society expectation-wise is bigger = better, and I didn't meet that expectation. The interactions with the folks here showed me you can have a fulfilling life sexually even while being small, the forums and chat room being good confidence-builders for me. As I added to my sexual experiences as a gay man, there was a trend I noticed though: I never received a real in-person compliment on my cock. Even today at 38, I can't think of a substantial positive comment I've had about it. It has, however, been something that has received negative comments and outright dismissal from some partners (though I do a fairly good job of self-selecting most people out of that mix to not have to deal with that). There are some people who like them that way - and I've encountered some who do on this site - but similar to the general trend nowadays of people liking tall as opposed to short and smooth skin as opposed to acne scars, there seems to be an overwhelming preference for one category. It is not a good feeling to know you have a very uphill battle about something you cannot change. Back in the day on this site, there was a bit too much glossing-over that struggle with a broad brush of positivity though. Despite calling it out and being fairly pessimistic at the time, my experience has shown - at least in the situations I've encountered - my skepticism was more correct than not. People can make things work despite these headwinds though; for ~11.5 years, I've been with the same guy, and married for ~6.5 of them. I see less of that hand-waiving today and a more balanced approach, and I think it's due in part to more guys being comfortable at least identifying more readily - and publicly - being below-average in size. Half the population must be below median; that's how numbers work! In my view, it's better to go into circumstances knowing the challenges you face than underestimate them.

Enjoying another hour sunny day at a club with loads of people. Not the smallest, certainly not the biggest, but it doesn't matter. Recommend this to everyone, doesn't matter if you're a grower.

Porn is already pretty useless, especially the professional stuff, has been for a long time. No professional porn made after the late eighties is any good. Amateur porn is hit or miss as far as I'm concerned. What turns someone on is too individual for AI to replicate, all AI will do is make an attempt to replicate what's already been done. It may replace what exists in that space, but it won't be any better than what's in that space right now. Replacing trash with AI generated trash serves no purpose. Just my 2 cents . . .

Not sure if I ever answered this question, but I will now. When I'm relaxed it's around 2 inches, maybe slightly more. But when I'm nervous (I have an anxiety disorder), I can shrink to nearly nothing, less than an inch and sometimes a half-inch.

I stand erected, I mean corrected . . .

Well groomed is key! Hair is fine but I want it groomed lol.

Honestly, cooking together is the ultimate foreplay. Both my last girlfriends loved to do that. I can't count the number of times I ended up stirring a pot while she was under my apron giving me head.

I couldn't make my last girlfriend cum, and it wasn't actually relevant. She told me one of her previous boyfriends was hung like a horse ... and he couldn't make her cum either. What made her enjoy sex was the quality of the relationship, not the size of the penis. Yes, some women prefer a man with a large dick, but for the vast majority it simply isn't the key component to a good sex life. You want to know how to turn a woman on .. learn to cook. Nothing gets a woman in the mood more than inviting her over and whipping up a great Spaghetti alla Carbonara, she'll be so wet she'll slide off her chair.

No and yes. We are not still together. We had a 20 year age gap, but we parted as friends. But my next girlfriend, who is now my wife, also delivered her panties to me in a different Santa Monica restaurant on Ocean Ave. I love Déjà vu moments. Fingered her on the way back to my apartment and another night of great sex. Life is good!

Boulder Colorado....4.5"

My pubic hair was always thick and full...until I thought, "What would it feel like to shave it off?" So I did. It grew back, but now...I discovered that there's actually no law that requires every man to have pubic hair, and that I really don't need it. Totally smooth now, love the way it feels.

Nurses are human, just like us. I'm sure their thoughts and feelings run the gamut. My guess is that during their shift they are hyper-focused on doing their job and doing it well, but who knows how freaky they get when their shift ends and they get home . . .

I hit my face a couple of times, but never in the eye, sounds like it would sting a bit.

Very hot video. I wish I could ejaculate that much semen. Awesome looking dick.

... .. @bc_cpl.. .. It is always uplifting to see a guy thoroughly enjoying himself. .. a person can almost feel it themselves by watching. ... Very nice equipment that you have, indeed. 👍. and so glad that you can enjoy it so much.

From standing I've hit around 3m/10ft but only after edging. I've got one such event captured on video, and it's a bit of a fountain. I'm not a paid member so no gallery entry here I'm afraid. It is however available on an external site (requiring registration) so if anyone wants a link send a pm. I could be persuaded to upload it to a public site. Just the other day at the ripe old age of 47 after five hours of edging I had my first ever "pissing semen" experience. From a lying position in the middle of the bed, it hit the wall above the headboard and everything in between. OH was "impressed but not amused" and I was of course charged with the clean up ... I really regret not catching that one on camera so I expect I'll be chasing that dragon until I do manage to capture it one day or die of old age trying. Those are the major outliers though. Usual range is zero (i.e. dribble) to mid-chest, very occasionally face/pillow, and it's been that way since I was a teen.

Sometimes I wish I was like that. I cannot just sit down and jerk off without making an enormous mess. On the other hand it can be a joy to watch your own cum fly in every direction

Most men do. Nothing to be ashamed of. Mine looks like a clit when limp.

This the best one that i have tried. its a little stiff and not as natural feeling . There is a clear version thats soft but erect enough for penetration. Look at the strap that goes around your balls. you can have a semi and still wear it. no erection required. Although when I use it , I may be semi when putting it on but my dick gets hard in it from the thrusting. Almost like a fleshlight while using it on her...or him.. My wife at the time loved it but always made me stop and take it off. she had a way of squeezing her legs so it felt tight with my little dick in her especially scissor position or doggy.

That hospital stay was a surreal experience for my 16-year-old self. I was in pain especially in the beginning, but they set me up on one of those pain med pumps. Every two hours or so I could press a button to inject morphine or something similar directly into my IV. Believe me, I watched the clock and gave myself a dose as often as possible. Eventually they weaned be off to pills. My friends and I did some crazy stuff while I was stuck there. A couple of guys snuck in during the middle of the night. We drank beer and smoked some pot (very old place and windows opened for ventilation) twice without getting caught. My GF gave me a few hand jobs but would not blow me or fuck me there...I tried. I was constantly jacking off…sometimes thinking of the sponge baths which gave me a lot of 16 yo guilt! Some nurses were nuns and some not. I flashed my hard on to two nurses that were not nuns. They came in every so often at night to check vitals, etc. and stuck to a schedule well. I would be edging myself and getting hard and positioning myself like I was asleep and my sheet fell off to the side. When they would come into my dark room, I would close my eyes and pretend to be asleep while my 16-year-old dick was hard as steel and twitching to cum and not unnoticeable. I could not see their reactions and never heard any audible reaction. Some may have lingered a little longer than normal, otherwise I never detected or experienced anything unprofessional from the nurses or nuns. As soon as they left, I would continue jerking myself to an awesome orgasm.

At least the priest would have something interesting to listen to at their next confession . . .

"Stage fright flaccid" . . yeah, been there - done that. I take it they made no offhand comment about it at the time? So what if they mentioned it to each other after you left, they probably ended up seeing 8 other guy's junk the rest of the day, I doubt yours was on their mind when they went home, just another day at the office. I'm about to be in that same situation very soon, even worse. Because of the nature of my issues my junk (and other stuff) are going to be front and center. Jesus, I'm dreading this . . . .

I vary in size like most people, don't mind showing and comparing in any state. It's good to be open and show not just at our best, but how we are at other times too.

The only time I sucked a penis, other than my own, was my best friend. We must have been around 13 at the time, and hadn't reached puberty. Decades later I can still fondly recall the taste of his penis. Unfortunately, he peed in my mouth the last time we did it, and we never did it again, but I think I could have developed a liking for it if that hadn't happened. When I was young and thin and flexible, in my teens and into my later twenties, I could suck my own penis and cum in my mouth. I sometimes dream that I can still do it.

Thank you, canuck, Appreciater, JB, and Jester. Your comments and support are both appreciated and encouraging.

Same here... My wife has orgasms by (bare) penetration during our relation. But she also always admits she prefers oral sex, (which is 100% okay for me by the way, knowing women's biology!). For masturbating she always uses a Satisfyer, never a vibrator nor a dildo. Which IMHO proofs her point. But the times we have penetration with an extender or when we use a 6-7inch dildo, she moans, shocks and shakes the same way as when I give her oral. I've never seen this during penetration without extender. She never admitted the difference and always mentions "I enjoy your warmth, and feeling when you come inside me". But her body acts for sure differently compared to having an orgasm by dildo/extender. With oral sex I always assume it's real, by penetration I think she honestly does enjoy it, but it simply doesn't satisfy her enough to get a real orgasm. Enjoying it, but faking the orgasm. Throughout the decades of our relation I asked her many times, but she always says the penetration orgasms are real (and still I barely can believe it, but she's sturdy in it) Obviously, our sex is mainly oral, with toys/extender or by a handjob and just a few times per year by penetration without toys. We both found our way in it, and both really do enjoy it. As said, I'm okay with it. But sometimes I wish she would get an alike orgasm when I am penetrating her without extender/(hollow)dildo.

Dude has a shaft.. i would murder for that "small" lol

Guess my penis size LOL

Someone(s) mentioned videos with smaller. hmmmm shortish and thickish.....a chode. Sorry if it buffers a lot. https://sendvid.com/4vgqjwes

I recall seeing my brother naked before I entered puberty, and in my memory his penis was massive! I was probably around ten years old and he was around fourteen. I assume my mind was playing tricks on me, and my memory makes him seem bigger than he actually was, since I was much younger, and in my memory his penis is much bigger than it actually was in reality. I never saw him naked after that, but since he was older I just assumed he would be huge. There were however two other occasions from which I can estimate his size. When scrolling through his phone, I accidentally saw some pictures I wasn’t supposed to see. I didn’t actually see his penis fully exposed, although I did see him showing of his erection through his underwear. And although I find it difficult to reliably estimate size based on the bulge, I’d guess he was somewhat over 7 inches and he seemed shorter than mine. However, back when we both still lived at our parents, I once stole a condom from my brother’s drawer when I had a girl over. The condom was too wide for me and didn’t fit properly, so it kept slipping off. So with that information, I estimate that my brother is likely shorter in length, but he got me beat in thickness.