Pencil Sharpener

A few weeks ago, I wrote a piece that elicited some responses concerning penis size (I did not mention size, but some responded by discussing penis size). I did not comment at the time, but it got me to thinking about a liaison I had when I was in college.

When I was a freshman in college, I lived in a dorm. There were, I think, 24 of us who all lived in one hallway – 12 rooms, two per room. One night, three of us were chatting about sex, and it came up that three of the four of us had actually had sex with the same guy. We were all freshmen, and at the time, I think we were very picky about who we went to bed with. But, lo and behold, three of us all had the same guy.

I did little of the talking – mostly listening and agreeing. I was, and to some extent, am still a bit shy. Well, we sort of broached the subject of his penis size. And we all giggled.

This guy was handsome, and looking back, a bit of a jerk. But he had the thinnest penis we had ever seen (but the length was average length) – not that I had seen many at the time, but we sort of nicknamed him pencil penis (got to love the alliteration). We just did not want to be called pencil sharpeners.

Here we were making fun of the guy, and at the time, I was thinking to myself, "Should we really be laughing. He nailed three of us already." And that was three of four. The forth was another notch on his belt, perhaps because of the conversation, who knows. And I am not sure how many other conquests he had on the hall.

Since then, I have had lots of men. Not necessarily proud of that fact, but it is a fact. And I have never seen such a skinny penis. I wish I had a picture of it to share!