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I guess I'm writing here because I really want a solution to my problem. It's very specific and constantly nails me to the floor. My penis is 5.5 inches long, but it's a grower and my balls vary (depending on what way the wind blows) from normal to inside me. It drives me literally insane. I'm a pretty level headed guy, I'm not depressed. I have a healthy and comfortable sex life and make my girlfriend cum reguarly, everything is peachy in the bedroom and I really enjoy the connection and passion we share. My sex life, in a nutshell, is ideal. But my 'problem' is my bulge. I can wake up, get dressed and head out feeling fine then out the blue, at any time, it's like my balls are wrenched into my gut and my cock follows suit. It makes me extremely uncomfortable, and unbelievably embarrassed. I know my dick isn't big, but in the bedroom, I couldn't ask for a better soldier. But once he's off the battlefield, the little fucker hibernates. Sometimes, it's so bad, I don't leave the house. I don't want to stuff my pants with socks, but something has to give. I just want it to be normal. I see people out there, and they all seem so fucking at ease with their package it makes me obsess. I'm a bloody crotch watcher. I look at crotches and compare and wonder how they fill out so well. It's like I'm living in the twilight zone. It drives me to the brink of exhaustion sometimes, it really does. It has me pondering the age old question, would you rather be normal but people think you weren't, or abnormal and people think you're fine? It makes people lose respect for me without ever having opened my mouth. Like, because I'm not bulging at the seams, I'm some bloody eunuch with a tictac cock. It makes me so uncomfortable in my life I truly feel like it's my last forgiveness lesson. Why do you care what other people think? Because I do. I'm like everybody else. We care. Could you honestly say, if someone started a rumour that wasn't true it wouldn't annoy you even a little. Of course it would. It doesn't help that I perpetuate this rumour by wearing baggy clothes and crotch covering coats and jackets. Summer is like hell for me, true hell. My every waking moment is spent playing defence or planning what to wear so I don't look like a total freak. Anyway, if you know any remedies or a witch with a cracking line of new age potions, hit me up.