Just because I’m black people assume I have a big penis

I’ll tell you what. There is nothing worse than stereotypes. I see it happen every day, all the time. In my case, I had to deal with being of African descent and having a small penis.

There is nothing worse than when people judge you based on those things. Imagine being black and having a small penis? Man, it’s the worst. Most people assume otherwise, as you probably know.

With women it is a double edged sword and doubly sharp. If a girl expects me to be big and when she realizes I’m not, they usually just laugh. One woman laughed and said to me, “Oh my gosh! Is that it?” while she was pointing at my penis.

Then there are women who realize this about me and then all of a sudden want to comfort me and psychoanalyze me or something. They begin to whisper and speak to me very slowly. Then they start telling me that it’s no big deal and that I shouldn’t be ashamed. Then they say that one day I will find a girl, but they say it in the past tense. You know, like in the future. This means that they are done with me, but are trying to comfort me about it. I guess. I don’t understand women any more than any of you probably.

I tell you, it sucks. Especially that fear that accumulates in you. You’re already afraid of dating girls. I also found myself angry with myself.

This is my history. Well, the first part. The second part is where I decided to improve my size. I tried to convince myself that a woman should love me for me and only me. I tried to tell myself that my small size shouldn’t matter to a woman. But that’s just fooling me. Sure, there are women out there who don’t care, but I couldn’t find any.

When I realized that he was just making excuses for me, I realized that I was being a fool. I thought, “Man, if we can build huge skyscrapers, take men and women into outer space, and make nuclear bombs that can destroy the entire earth, then we must be able to enlarge a man’s penis. We must!”

So I started surfing the internet. I had received emails before about these things, but I thought they were the same emails I get about how to grow yourself. I thought they were a total scam. But I thought about it using some logic and determined that there must be some truth to these enlargement methods, or the FDA would take them off the market. Just like they did with those diet pills that had stimulants in them that were dangerous.

I suffer from insomnia most of the time, so I don’t get much sleep. This helped me learn everything I could about growing my penis. I checked some forums and learned. I read articles and learned. I read websites and learned. The key is to learn. My father always said that education is something that NO ONE can ever steal from you. So I got my degree in penis enlargement learning everything I could.

What I learned? Well, I’m still learning. I won’t tell you what doesn’t work. This is because even though some of these methods didn’t work for me, that doesn’t mean they won’t work for you. It would be unfair of me to walk you away from something that may be exactly what you need to grow. I am not you and you are not me, so we could have different results.

I’ll tell you what worked for me. But understand that this is not a guarantee for you either. There are many factors involved in getting a bigger penis. Your genes are involved. The quality of your blood. Your overall health. So what may work for one man may not work for another.

The second part of my story I will conclude now. This is about penis enhancement that worked for me:

First of all, I don’t call it “exercise”, I call it the “class”. Every night I take “Class”. I try to learn more and more for my next “Class”. “Class” is what I call the period when I exercise my penis. But I don’t like to use the term “exercise”, so I changed the name. It makes it sound more sophisticated than working out. I work out a lot at the gym, and what does each gym have? It has that “gym” smell and sound. That smell of sweat and underarm deodorant and the sounds of grunting and straining and clanking of machines and weights. Which is great, I’m not putting it down. Like I said, I go there a lot. I just don’t want to associate my penis workouts with the same environment. So, I go to “Class”.

My class is at home in my bedroom. Things are quiet and I put on some smooth jazz. I relax. Then I do my class work. I take notes. I control myself. I always check myself before and after to make sure I didn’t insult myself or anything like that. I am like the slow turtle that wins the race. I like to take my time and do it right the first time. Because if you don’t have the time to do it right the first time, how are you going to find the time to do it again, right?

After three months I’m not Wilt Chamberlain (yet!). But I’m getting bigger. The results are there and they are real. I can see it when I’m soft and erect. Even when I don’t have an erection, my penis is bigger. What is really wild is that my penis now dangles with respect and attitude. My penis is bad, I’m proud and I love it.

These penis “exercises” worked for me and I encourage you to learn about them. This type of “classwork” simply stretches, pulls, squeezes, twists, bends, and lifts your member into different positions and angles. This stretches it out and allows the penis to hold more blood to get bigger. All you need is your two hands, some lotion, and a hot steam cloth (you can use a damp cloth and microwave it). Easy stuff, but don’t rush these things.

Also learn all you can about your penis. It’s amazing what he can do. You stop thinking of it as something going around and you develop a lot more respect for it.