How I Learned I Have A Huge Cock

How do you know if you’re well endowed? How do well-hung studs first recognize their status? Is the discovery exciting, titillating, funny, or nerve-wracking? As you suspected, you’ve arrived in the right place to find these answers and more.

Here at AllKnight, where plainly we have male endowment, enhancement, enlargement, and empowerment on the brain, we work with male trainees and customers every day. We have the privilege of helping men from all over the world reach their penis goals, and by relation we’ve encountered cocks of every shape, size, shade, and personality—yes, knights, penises have personality, and we encourage every man to find what’s special about his one-eyed wonder.

Pecker Personality

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One man’s organ may curve to the left or have a penchant for drooling, another’s rugged manly veins and fat urethral under-bulge may be his personal bragging points. Perhaps a massive mushroom head is your star attraction; or, as is the focus of this write-up, massive meat in general.

In training all the finest, fittest dicks, and being active and celebrated enhancement nerds ourselves, the well-hung coaches, knights, and mad scientists at AllKnight are frequently asked: When did you learn you had a huge cock? How do most guys find out they have a big penis? There’s a lot of curiosity from men of all sizes—those looking for a window into another (and perhaps their future, post enhancement) male sexual experience, and those who are hung already, seeking comradery and looking to see how other hung guys became aware.

When Did You Realize You Had a Big Penis?

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We’ll be sharing several “my big penis discovery” stories, from trainees and trainers alike. And the word we’d like you to hold onto is comradery; because, friends, as men we are all sharing different angles of the penis owner experience. Locker rooms, changing rooms, new relationships, and even the first time buying condoms all become moments of discovery. Cock reveals and first encounters can be anxiety-inducing for some men, thrilling for others, but memorable for almost everyone. Ultimately, cock size discovery is just one of the many sexual dimensions of self-discovery.

The Moment I Realized I Had a Huge Cock

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Samuel K

I was shy in high school, skinny. I didn’t go to prom much less get laid on prom night, and this shyness followed me to college. But after a couple of years, I got tired of it. Maybe I was what you call a late bloomer. I guess I was geeky, not really sure, but I wasn’t good with girls back then. I don’t know if I would consider myself a pro now, but I’ve got game these days and confidence in my pants.

I decided in my junior year of college that I wanted to get jacked. A muscle up seemed to be exactly what I needed in my life; so, I hit the gym hard, stayed consistent, ate more, and started packing on mass. Around this time, I hadn’t thought twice about what was swinging between my legs. It was just… there. An underutilized part of the machine, since I was still a virgin except to my hand. And watching porn, the guys had dicks, I had a dick, it just seemed regular. Nothing special, I figured.

My big dick story, the day I learned I was a lot bigger than average and qualified to even respond to your request for this kind of story… was a Tuesday. I remember it was after a brutal leg day.

The gym was one of those old-school spots with a full communal shower and locker room—no fancy stalls, just open space, tile floors, and guys minding their own business (mostly). A lot of times, I would wait to shower when I got home, but this particular Tuesday, after the workout I’d had, I was craving the hot water.

I stripped down, grabbed my towel, and headed in. Steam was already rolling, a few of the regulars were rinsing off. I stepped under the hot spray, let the water beat on my traps and quads, and started soaping up like normal.

That’s when I noticed the guy three nozzles over — early to mid-30s, jacked, always talking shit about his lifts — suddenly go quiet. He was staring. Not at my face. Lower.

I glanced down. Nothing unusual from my angle. Just me, water running down my chest, soap suds trailing south. I kept washing.

Then another dude walked in — this younger, curly-haired beast who could deadlift a truck. He stopped mid-step, his eyes large. “Holy shit, man…”

I turned slightly, and that’s when it happened. The water hit just right, the steam cleared a bit and the soap suds streamed away, and I finally saw what they were seeing.

My cock hung there heavy, thick even when soft, the kind of length and girth I’ve learned you can’t hide in a locker room. And the thing is, these guys both had the muscles I was sweating, chugging protein, and aspiring to have. But looking between their legs and comparing, I had something unmistakably big down south. Bigger than I’d ever registered. The two guys exchanged a quick look — one surprised and slightly disgruntled, the other almost laughing in disbelief. The younger one gestured with an open palm, half-joking, more than half-impressed. “Dude… what kind of lifts you been doing to grow that?”

I felt heat rush to my face for half a second — not embarrassment exactly, more like the sudden realization that the world had a different perspective on my body than I did, and a sense that my world had suddenly changed a little. I didn’t have words to answer, but I made a silly face and a jerkoff motion as a show of my penis workout expertise, and the young guy laughed. After that he started calling me Sausage whenever he’d see me and still does to this day.

Had I measured before out of curiosity? Yes, but it was years before and I don’t even think I did it right. And numbers on a tape don’t hit the same as two grown-ass, experienced, naked men in a locker room doing double-takes and giving commentary, standing right in front of me. Big guys, but I was a lot bigger between the legs.

From that moment on, everything shifted.

I went online and found a bunch of large penis blogs. I measured my dick for real and learned that I was just under six inches soft and just over eight inches hard. Apparently, I have a super thick cock in terms of girth with a circumference that’s nearly seven inches.

I started noticing how it moved when I walked. How certain pants fit (or didn’t), later how tight certain condoms were, and how partners reacted — first with wide eyes, kind of like that day in the gym, then with hungry focus. There was now something special about me, but I realized pretty quick I had zero clue how to actually use it. Size is bragging rights, but without control and technique it’s just potential.

Could I learn to be as good at sex as I was hung?

Could I get even bigger?

Can a guy’s dick be his hobby?

What was clear, was that my penis was special and I was going to put some energy into making it even more special. I found AllKnight and a crew of likeminded cock nerds, and my path toward real male enhancement and male empowerment (as you guys like to say) had begun. I’m still on the path to perfection, and maybe that’s a place you can never reach. But I’m doing pretty good, I’m getting laid and laying it down. It takes a lot of lube, and I have to take my time, but the combined result of doing it big and doing it right are a major moan-inducing crowd pleaser. I’m told that my dick can spoil a woman to other dicks and that’s a major ego boost. So, it turns out the confidence that shy guy was looking for back in high school and college, was hanging between his legs all along.

I just didn’t know what I had.

Coach’s Commentary: Locker Room Size Realizations

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When we issued the request for feedback to our trainees, stating: Tell us your penis size realization story; how did you learn your cock was huge? We took bets on what themes would repeat most often, knowing in advance that a tape measure would not be anywhere in the top five scenarios for discovery. Not least of all because guys are terrible at measuring their dicks and often don’t believe or remember the measurements they take.

Samuel's story highlights exactly what we were expecting, and what we see repeatedly. Most well-endowed men don't discover how large their penis is because they measured one rainy afternoon—they more often discover it through the reactions of other people. The opinions of observers have long been the gold standard in big dick realization.

Locker rooms and other communal nude zones including public showers, nude beaches, swinger’s clubs, and even circle jerking with friends are all highly telling. With conceptual “fitting rooms” being a close second. We don’t mean literal fitting rooms, though we’ve heard trip-to-the-tailor stories. What we’re talking about are fitting scenarios, where your penis must fit into… a prophylactic, a cock ring, a partner, a masturbation toy. Yes, much can be learned from condoms that fit like two pounds of sausage in a one-pound bag, underwear pouches that are always bursting at the fly, and wide-eyed partner comments either petrified or hypnotized by a man’s sizeable meat. Even buying cock gear has often become the moment where private assumptions collide with public reality, as in the case which has brought many well-hung knights to AllKnight, having discovered that dime store cock rings, in addition to not working very well, also won’t fit the larger male.

Speaking of cock gear, what else can gearing up your lifestyle do for you? In the next story we’ll find out, as trainee: Jimmy L, brings us his very special perspective on size realizations.

When Hard Work Rewards You With A Big Dick

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Jimmy L

So, I’m a 32-year-old masculine top. And maybe I should say, I’m versatile, because I do bottom or have bottomed, but that’s really part of the story. And maybe I should say I’m bisexual because I do fuck women sometimes, but I’m more attracted to men, with my attraction split falling out 70/30 in favor of doing dudes. But getting to the important part, I was NOT born hung. I did not win the genetic lottery and pop out of the oven with a ten-inch loaf swinging between my legs.

The crazy part of answering your story request is that I can answer both ends. I’ve been small, and I know how I learned the fact that 4.7-inch erections are not widely considered exciting or impressive. And now, after three years of penis enlargement training with you studs, it’s a new day, and while I’m still not swinging a 10-incher, I’m feeling pretty good at 7.1 inches.

Chapter 1 – The Hard Life of a Short Dick Top

Guys think that women are hard on them about dick size, with quiet disappointment on cock reveal, maybe glaring up at the cracks in the ceiling if the sex is uninspired, and gossiping to their girlfriends later. But dudes are brutal right off the cuff, right in your face. I’ve tried to swipe up countless hookups with hot bottoms only to be flat-out shot down.

“Sorry, bro, but your dick is too small to fuck me.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” he says, having just seen the dick pic he insisted I send him. “You have a cute face and a banging body, but your dick is meh.”

And for everyone who can’t imagine what this feels like, I promise you, it hurts having somebody tell you so bluntly that your dick is meh. It’s like, you don’t even want to give it a try? You said I was cute. I promise I can fuck the shit out of you, if you give me a chance. But those are inside thoughts, because I don’t beg for sex, not even if you’ve got the roundest bubble butt that I could bounce a freakin’ marble off, with the tightest little well-oiled hole in the world between those perky cheeks. I do not beg, but that doesn’t mean my feelings aren’t hurt.

It’s hard being a top with a small cock.

My experience is that most bottoms flat-out do not want to get fucked by guys with dicks smaller than their own. And even the honeypots with extra-small dicks are dreaming about a stud with some kind of size. They are not dreaming about 4.7 inches with 4.1 girth. And no matter if the Surgeon General rolls into Times Square with Mother Theressa riding shotgun, shouting on a megaphone that I’m perfect just the way I am. In the real world, where dick gets worshiped, nobody is worshiping what I had.

So, I started bottoming.

I needed to get my rocks off somehow.

And I don’t hate it, I mean, it’s good when it’s good. And here’s the kick in the balls—the freakin’ mind flayer. While I would never be cruel and shoot down a guy so harshly, just because he was small. Getting your ass fucked by a bigger dick does feel better. I’m sure there’s a point of diminishing returns, and I don’t know if the macropenis maximum pleasure connection is happening all upstairs in the brain, or if it’s really going down at my backdoor, I suspect it’s both. All I can say is bigger feels better in a lot of cases. At least it does to me, and I'm not trilled about the fact. This mean's what? Now I’m one of the people who dissed me, minus the dissing, because I know that shit is wrong.

Sometimes life just isn't fair. And on this size point, having bottomed, I get it now. Getting stretched out by a bigger rod that can work that lever action, feels better than all that short-stroke pokey, pokey shit. So just call me Asshole-Lite or Cock Snob 2,234,443 or whatever.

Coming to this realization, I didn’t even know how to feel about feeling this way. But I did know this. I did not want to spend my entire sexual maturity as a size queen bottom-boy.

That’s when I found the Knights of AllKnight, and I was like “oh, my God, I need a coach so bad! I’m a freakin’ bull, a masculine top and a big dick macho fucker in my heart—I just need you to help my smaller than average penis cash the checks my heart keeps writing.” The coach on the phone loved this introduction, said it made his day. And after that we started talking about all the ways the team could help.

Chapter 2 – Born Again With A Bigger Dick

This wasn’t a two-week transformation or even two months. I had considered penis enlargement surgery, which might have been faster, but I couldn’t justify putting my fully functional dick under the knife just because it was smaller than I wished, when there were manual and mechanical penis enlargement techniques that promised the same results if I was willing to do the work gym-style. And surgery is not instant, I’ve researched it. There’s recovery. There’s manual PE you still need to do in the case of snipped ligaments (the male porn star surgery) and there’s the risk of rejection and infection with implants.

Weights, stretchers, rings and a good coach were the right option for me. And the results were iterative. One thing I learned right away was that a harder dick is a bigger dick as far as penetration goes.

I started getting down with rings. My coach said, “Take your dick pics with the ring on. Show these thirsty hos your maximum stud power.” And do you know this improved my eligibility as a gay top by at least 50%. Just wearing the ring made my hard-on longer and thicker, bringing me safely into the 5.3 zone, and the thickness came up to like 4.75. That’s just by wearing the right erection ring, and the guys loved that shit. I was bigger and kinkier with a ring on in my dick pics. This was the way I could say “Look at this shit, I am rock hard and I will fuck you into next week if you let me.”

Jimmy's Story Continues...

In the background I kept training, doing what my coach told me. Gearing up and growing. It’s 3 years later now and I can take a naked cock photo these days showing 7.1 inches. If I want to really show off, I’ll put on one of my favorite Hardwear cock rings and crank the meat up closer to 8. I can’t quite hit 8, but I don’t need to. Just clearing 7 is amazing. I have stretched this dick for everything it’s worth. I swung weights off the head, stacked em’ at the back, took supplements and did the work.

So, when did I realize I now had a huge cock?

Grindr-bitches. I went back to some of those screws who dissed me, dropping DMs, leading with dick pics now. I changed my profile to reflect my new confidence.

“You’re fucking hot, man. Your dick is so suckable.”

“How big is your cock?” he asks, drooling over my post-PE dick pics, the ones I was only too eager to send him. This is the same asshole who said my junk was meh before. Now he says, “I can feel that monster stretching me out already.”

“That’s nice,” I told him, “but looking at your ass-shots, I think that’s about all the stretching you’ll get from me. Your ass is… I mean it’s okay. And your hole... I guess somebody might fuck you. But overall, you’re just a little too meh for me to put my big cock inside you.”

Am I proud of serving up this payback?

Uhm, yeah… more than a little.

It felt so damn good.

And listen, I would never, not ever, be mean to anyone who didn’t deserve it. But the way he treated me… he had it coming as all bullies do. And being able to turn those tables was the moment I knew I had arrived in the big dick club. A membership I promise to use only for the forces of good and righteousness in this horny universe.

Coach’s Commentary: Defending the Horny Universe from Size Queen Bullies

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There are a few reasons we loved Jimmy’s story.

First, it reminds us that being "well-hung" isn't always something you're born into. Sometimes it's something you build through years of disciplined work, training, and persistence.

Second, it illustrates a point that is extremely important to us. The simple fact that no one deserves to be humiliated over the body they were born with. It’s not right, it happens too often, and we talk to trainees all the time who’ve had their confidence severely impacted.

Here’s the thing. This is AllKnight, we’re all about size and performance and each man reaching his personal best and biggest outcome. This is an article about how men with big dicks (born or built) come to realize they are bigger between the legs than the average Joe. Sexual preference aside, most of us reading this are size queens in one way or another—striving for maximum size in our self-image at the least. That’s a pursuit to be proud of. And in that pursuit, we are NEVER bullying or belittling anyone.

When it comes to gay hookups (or any hookup for that matter, where dick pics are a deciding factor), somebody drops you a DM and you are not into their penis size—you don’t need to crush that dude’s spirit. You could just say he’s not your type.

When it comes to strutting in the locker room, there’s nothing wrong with feeling good about yourself because your cock is huge and you know it. Just be sure to never make it your aim to make anyone else feel diminished.

There’s nothing wrong with being a “size queen,” but nobody likes a bully. Real swagger, real confidence, real big dick energy, doesn’t need to step on somebody else to lift itself up.

When it comes to learning where we fit in the size spectrum, and realizing what that will mean for our personal identities, there are many ways these discoveries can happen and shape us. Samual didn’t know he had something special until one evening in a shower room. Jimmy was aware that he didn’t have what he wanted but was pushed by the harsh realities of online dating to build what he hadn’t been given.

And in our next interview, we’ll learn how major endowment can play a role, not just in a man’s porno-moments, but also in building a lasting love story…

The Night She Looked Up and Smiled

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Michael R

I didn't learn I had a big penis in a locker room.

I didn't discover it with a tape measure.

And I definitely didn't find out because my buddies crowned me king of the showers.

I learned because of one woman.

We'd been seeing each other for about a month. We weren't rushing things. We laughed a lot, went hiking, argued about movies, and somehow always ended up staying out later than we'd planned. By the time we finally decided to spend the night together, I wasn't nervous about my penis. I was nervous about everything else.

Would I be any good?

Would there be chemistry?

Would she want to see me again?

Those were the questions in my head.

Growing up, I'd never thought of myself as particularly gifted downstairs. I was six-foot-three, athletic, and broad-shouldered. If anything, I assumed my build made everything else look smaller by comparison. My penis had always just been... my penis.

This was before there was porn on everybody’s phone, and I just never really figured my penis was any different from anybody else’s. Nothing to write home about.

As we undressed, she looked at me, then looked again.

She smiled.

Not a laugh.

Not an awkward stare.

Just one of those genuine smiles that sneaks onto someone's face before they even realize they're doing it.

"Okay..." she said.

I laughed.

"What?"

"You probably should've warned me."

I honestly thought she was joking.

Warned you about what?

Then she reached for my hand, still smiling.

"No, seriously."

"I wasn't expecting... all of this." She shook her head. " You're... bigger than I thought."

For a second, I didn't know what to say.

I'd spent years assuming I was ordinary.

Then, in one sentence, somebody whose opinion actually mattered had casually informed me that I wasn't.

That moment stayed with me far longer than the compliment itself.

Over the next several months, little things kept reinforcing it.

Shopping together one afternoon, she picked up a box of condoms, looked at the size, and quietly put them back.

"Not these."

Another time she laughed halfway through trying to explain why certain positions were easier than others. “You have so much going on down there,” she’d said slyly.

"I think we need a better strategy. Maybe a copy of the Kamasutra?"

She never said any of it to flatter me.

She said it because it was simply her experience.

That's what finally convinced me.

It wasn't one dramatic moment.

It was a dozen small moments that all pointed in the same conclusion.

I realized I wasn't imagining things.

I was built differently.

Oddly enough, that realization didn't make me arrogant.

It made me curious.

If being bigger really changed the experience, then I wanted to be better, too. I started reading about technique, communication, and erection quality. I really did buy a copy of the Kamasutra. I wanted to learn all the positions that maybe only a penis like mine could pull off, also the angles to avoid if it would make the pressure and intensity too great. My confidence was taller than a skyscraper by this point, but confidence is just a feeling, and size only goes so far. I wanted to know I was using it well.

For me, being well-endowed wasn't the finish line.

It was the beginning of learning how to deserve the confidence it gave me.

Looking back, that's one of the best gifts she ever gave me—along with three beautiful children and twenty-eight years of marriage and counting.

What was the gift, if I had to name it?

You’re thinking it was the ego boost but honestly it was not the compliments.

It was that warm smile that first night. It was shopping for bigger condoms together, and playing “naked Twister” with the Kamasutra opened to another exciting page.

It was everything she did that opened my eyes and gave me a new perspective.

Coach’s Commentary: 9 inches and 28 years later

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Michael is a great guy, endlessly modest. He didn’t include his size directly in the story because it’s not, in his mind, the star. The star is the relationship that flourished—perhaps owing thanks to those inches some way, but the measurement is not the heart of his story.

We told him we were closing all the stories with a coach’s commentary, and we could either call his closer: “Long Stroking for Love” or “9 Inches and 28 years later.” He voted strongly for the latter, which is perfect because how big is the question many readers are asking by this point.

Michael’s exact dimensions are 9.3 in length, 6.7 in girth. He and his lovely wife are long-time customer/trainees, and one of the things we love about his story is that it shines a bright light on one of our core philosophies.

Size equals opportunity and advantage.

The confidence size generates will get you through many bedroom doors.

But skill—using it well—is what keeps those doors open.

We also like the fact that Michae’s story is sweetly romantic. Sure, a lot of us a building our maximum penis power to roam the horny universe, sweating and squirting and sowing our wild space-oats. But after a testosterone-soaked time, doesn’t every intergalactic knight want to find a nice little planet somewhere and settle down?

Michael found that. The man is crazy about his wife and she about him, and while a big dick was certainly involved in the making of their love story (the making of all those kids too)… the romance, the life they built, everything that came after that first evening’s warm smile is much bigger. And if that’s not a happy ending, we don’t know what is.

Michael specifically wanted us to share that he is currently being coached by the AllKnight team for Peyronie’s disease. That is to say, his beautiful big dick has developed a problematic curvature in the last few years due to scar tissue build up. He wanted us to share this so that other guys would see that well-endowed men have sex problems too.

On that note, we can attest that sexual dysfunction does not discriminate against dicks of any size, shade, age, etc. Guys of all sizes can develop Peyronie’s, ED, ejaculatory issues, and any of a hundred other sexual challenges. Taking charge, getting treatment, and fighting back is the key.

And no, there is no need to feel sorry for Michael. He is doing great. We are actively and successfully working to reverse his curvature with weight hanging therapies. And at age 61, he is still long stroking for love, wearing a Hardwear cock ring, still making the bedsprings creak.

Is he still into playing “naked Twister?”

Let’s just say he and his wife don’t need the Kamasutra anymore. Not because they stopped doing all those crazy sex positions. They don’t need it because they memorized all the moves years ago.

Stereotypes, Monsters, And Building Something Special:
A Penis Journey in Photos

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Evander: Male Enhancement Gear Engineer & Penis Performance Coach

The thing to realize about penis size is that it’s perceptual.

Big enough is a personal statement. Numbers on a ruler or tape measure are just interesting data until you feel that measurement become a part of your identity.

And yes, as we’ve seen, it’s often the observations of other people that have the most weight: the side-by-side comparisons we make between ourselves and other men, the surprised reactions of our lovers.

I have always been what most would consider well-hung.

Before I ventured down the path of becoming a male enhancement guru, I was 7.25 inches long with 6.1 inch girth. This is statistically large enough to be considered a case of macropenis or megalopenis, depending on which term you prefer for describing a clinically big dick. But I didn’t really feel the macro or the megalo in my heart… not then.

I am something of a perfectionist.

Now, we should not interpret this to mean I was unhappy, because that isn’t the case. I always liked my penis, and some might say too much, as it has gone on to become a major… obsession and facet of my career. I think the truest statement is that I always liked my penis, but I wanted more… I wanted to love it.

I was good with what was swinging between my legs, but I wasn’t running around feeling like I had the best dick on earth, and I think I wanted to feel that.

I knew I was above average, but it didn’t feel all that special.

And the thing about penis size opinions, is that a lot of it derives from expectations. Societal expectations. Partner expectations. Personal expectations.

The Stereotype:

I am a black man, and the stereotypes regarding my demographic are hardly a secret. If I’m living to match the Mandingo storyline, then I’m supposed to be hypersexual as hell and hung like a donkey. And at that, a guy just has to laugh… because nobody should be living to match anything but their own self-image.

Still, expectations have weight.

There really is a greater expectation in dating, in dick pics, in locker rooms… wherever cocks are being revealed… that a black man will be well-hung and an alpha-man in bed.

As a penis performance coach, I’ve talked to a lot of black men who feel injured by the weight of these expectations, which is unfortunate. But at the same time, I’ve talked to others who love it. Ultimately, we have to know our sphere of control. We don’t need to live by anyone’s expectations, but we also can’t make the ideas in other people’s minds go away.

Lemmons or lemonade? Sometimes it’s a choice.

I don’t personally feel wounded or influenced by the old stereotype, but influence can be sneaky, it’s hard to say for sure.

High School:

In my high school years, in those thought-formative locker rooms, did I feel special? I don’t think so. I didn’t feel ostracized or picked on as some teens do. At times, the other young guys had a nickname for me… Banana-Vander. And the rumor spread enough to overflow the locker room, to the point that it was not just a guy thing, but more than one girl had asked me, “Don’t they call you… Banana-Vander?”

This was a major clue that someone thought I was big, but I’m going right back to what I said at the start. It doesn’t really click until it clicks for you..

I was chubby in high school, a science nerd and proud of it. That is… proud of the scientific brain not the chubbiness (laugh). In science class I did feel special.

And shit, I was much cooler than Urkel and packing something people seemed to think was nice in the pants.

So, with a nickname like Banana-Vander why didn’t I feel huge?

Well, let’s dig a little deeper.

The Monster:

A crazy and somewhat funny true story goes like this.

I was eight or nine years old. I was raised mostly by my grandmother, who was a wonderful woman. Strong. Loving. Wonderful. I lived with her pretty much full-time, save for a few weeks of the year; but my mother’s house was just up the street around the corner, roughly a 4-minute walk in the ghetto. Not a super scary don’t go outside or you’ll get shot type of ghetto, a relatively “nice” ghetto. But still my grandmother’s apartment was in the projects, and my mother’s apartment was in a small multi-family rental house next to a deli.

I don’t remember exactly what it was, but my mother had asked my grandmother to stop by her house and pick something up. Something in an envelope, that I have a feeling may have been rent related. Money that needed to be given to someone… a landlord, perhaps. As a kid, I really didn’t care about all the dimensions of the mission. Whatever the parameters, my grandmother and I set out in the afternoon to accomplish this task for my mother.

My grandmother had a key to my mother’s place, so we made our way up the dark and narrow staircase that led to the top apartment—for some reason the lighting was always dim and shaky, sometimes completely blown out in the windowless stairwell.

Letting ourselves inside however, the living room was small and bright. There were plenty of windows, and my mother was a fan of those bamboo hippy-style shades that are comprised of super thin reeds that roll up, which even when they are fully down only ever block a tiny bit of the outside light.

The apartment was a train style box, where the living room opened into my bedroom (a room I almost never occupied), where a doorway on the far side of my room led into my mother’s room, and another door in her room went to the kitchen and the bathroom after that.

So, my grandmother and I proceeded to accomplish our errand, with me stopping in my room fiddling with whatever toy or game had caught my eye, while she went ahead into my mother’s room.

Did I mention my mother had a hippy flare?

None of the doorways had doors, save for the front door and the bathroom. There were strung beads hung to form a clickety clackety curtain in all the interior doorways.

I was playing with this or messing with that, when I heard the beads rattle between my mother’s room and mine. My grandmother was back, looking ashen and almost angry. But I hadn’t done anything she could possibly be mad about.

She walked to where I was sitting at a small table and said, “Evan, I need you to go into your mother’s room and get the envelope off the T.V. stand.”

She seemed very tense.

I wanted to know if I had done something wrong.

The answer was “No, nothing baby. You didn’t do anything wrong. Just get the envelope off the T.V. stand.”

So, now the mission was mine. This would be a piece of cake. I knew where the T.V. was in my mother’s room, off to the right side of the bed. I was certain I could find whatever envelope we were looking for. So, chest puffed, I pushed through the curtain of beads into my mother’s bedroom.

I was en route to the television table when I realized the presence of a dark shape on the bed. Something so alien at first that I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. What the—

What was I looking at?

A… a… a monster?

No, a man. Completely naked. Tall. Lean. Legs wide, cock rearing for the ceiling in his sleep.

It was my father, but why the hell was he there? And why was he—

I had recoiled back through the curtain of strung beads, a bit unnerved. I should mention that my mother and father were not together in any permanent kind of way. He was not a household fixture. Not a fixture, but he apparently had a key as much as we did.

I said to my grandmother, “He’s naked.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. A look that said, I have no idea why your mother asks us to pick something up, says it’s important, and lands us in the place with a damn naked-ass man—your father—laying in the bed. I have no idea why, but you can bet that your mother, my daughter, will hear about this.

“Could you just get the envelope, sweetheart? Please. It’s fine, he’s sleeping.”

I turned around again, re-puffed my chest and returned to my mother’s room, careful now, trying not to rattle the beads. It was just my father, not a stranger, not a monster.

But speaking of monsters, I had never seen an erection. And this was no slouch of a specimen, but an Olympian.

At this time in my life, I was just a kid, not a male enhancement and sex gear engineer, not a penis performance coach and specialist. These days, I can explain exactly what a nocturnal erection (AKA a sleep boner) is, how it works, how erections work in general, and even how to enhance and maximize the machine of the male body.

Then, I could only assume that my penis would grow huge like this as I got older. Huge, profoundly tall, and very rigid. I could only wonder, how the heck would I be able to fit it all inside my pants? How would I be able to walk, and how uncomfortable would it be jutting up and out like that all the time?

I found the envelope of course; which, might I add, was not even on the damn table but in the drawer that opened on the face of the table. So, that was another two minutes spent fishing around, making noises, daring big-boner-man to wake.

I can see why my grandmother sent me in.

Had my dad awakened to find her fumbling around for this envelope, it would have been a particularly embarrassing moment for everyone, perhaps especially a Godfearing older woman—who was not a big fan of my father to begin with.

But if he came awake with me messing around over by the television, what was the big deal? He was the one shacked up in a place where he was not supposed to be. I was just looking for something in my mother’s room. And as for his naked morning wood, so what if his son walked in? We could just chalk it up to boy stuff; two boys, both with wieners. Wieners… perhaps destined to be stellar in adulthood?

From a grandmother’s perspective the logic of that afternoon’s playbook is easy to understand. Also, easy to understand why she later unleashed a screaming fit in my mother’s direction. A tirade that started like… “How dare you ask me to pick something up from your place, when you don’t even know who the hell will be there, or if they will be dressed!”

So now, to the question of formative experiences.

The monster—gotta love that wording, kind of gives away the fact that I also write horror stories. The monster was the first erection I ever saw. Witnessed on a man who looked very much like me even then, and even moreso as I grew into adulthood. Could I be looking to find my father’s morning wood on my body, as the ultimate, “now I know I have a huge cock” moment?

It’s a damn fascinating, semi-Freudian hypothesis, but we should never forget that Freud’s theories have all been debunked.

And just to answer the question, no, I wasn’t traumatized in any way by this experience. I’m not the only kid to walk in on a naked parent or parents having sex or any of that. True, some kids are more sensitive than others, and perhaps a similar exposure could traumatize someone, but I’m not the one.

While I was just a kid, I was also a very brainy kid, who at that time wanted to be a doctor. Yes, by the age of 8, I had a copy of Gray’s Anatomy. The illustrated medical reference of human anatomy, not the T.V. show. This was well before the T.V. show existed.

I’ve always been a science nerd, and incredibly fascinated by the human body, the various systems, how they worked, etc. So, while I certainly did not understand everything in this college level textbook at the age of 8, including how erection mechanics truly functioned, I had seen the human reproductive system in illustrations. My favorite systems were the skeletal system, the nervous system, and the digestive system as a kid. Though, it’s plain to see that the reproductive system would steal the show later in my life.

Getting back to that accidentally witnessed boner…

What is true, is that children emulate and aim to generally be like the adult role models in their lives, at least for a while. Children also emulate older children they are exposed to. But my dad was not a great role model. We should keep in mind that it was a complete and total shock that he was present on this faithful afternoon. He wasn’t around much, and I barely know him now. Ultimately, he was a deadbeat dad. A deadbeat with a big dick, and I’m okay with getting the genetic nudge; but no, I’m not trying to be like that man in any way, as evidenced by the fact that I take care of my wife and two children (but that’s a different story).

Okay, so we’ve talked about the racial stereotype and the monster, as well as my old high school nickname.

I could add that in my later teen years and early twenties, friends would tell a joke or recount a story about a guy who was well hung, and often they would look in my direction and add “like you.”

So why wasn’t Banana-Vander feeling the weight of his banana?

The Internal Picture:

The thing is, I had a picture in my mind of what I wanted my penis to be. And however big everybody seemed to think it was, I wanted more from that sucker.

Huge is more than just one thing to me.

It’s length, but it’s not just length. It’s girth but it’s more than girth alone. If we are to put it plainly, I wanted my cock to be manly as fuck. I wanted a big bulbous mushroom head like a small fist. A ruggedly veiny, throbbing hard shaft. A long and showy flaccid hang. I wanted every function to be phenomenal, from ample horny cock drool to cum eruptions like a hydrant just exploded. I didn’t want just one thing. I wanted the works… the Friday Night Special with a side order of big balls.

This was the picture in my mind, and this is why the penis I was born with, that others were raving about, was only normal to me. Not veiny enough. Not big-headed enough. Long, but it could be longer. Thick, but it could be thicker. And I needed to train up the precum and semen for high drama.

Like I said at the start, I’m a bit of a perfectionist.

And as I mentioned, I’ve always loved the human body, the various systems, how they work and… how they can be optimized.

By my early twenties, the reproductive system and the muscular system had become my new favorites.

I got into shape, leaving the chubby high school science nerd behind, in favor of the muscular college cock-scientist motif—one of the founding knights of AllKnight. With a mission to help every man, myself included, unlock the picture he has inside his head of his perfect cock.

As the Chief Engineer of Male Enhancement Gear for AllKnight, I’ve had a role in bringing more than 80 different erection enhancing, penis enlarging, libido boosting, semen volume increasing products to the public.

And yes, I love my penis now. I don’t just like it, I love it.

And yes, I’m feeling the Banana-Vander energy big-time these days. Not so much because of anything one person did or said, but because the reflection in the mirror now matches the picture in my head.

I’ve featured in dozens of videos (nearing 100) illustrating the AllKnight product lines and how effective they are at maximizing male sexual performance. I’ve worked side-by-side with male porn stars, male strippers, and other penis pros (both coaching them and modeling product lines with them). And some of the most telling photoshoots have revealed the stand-out nature of my penis in the room with these peers.

I am not a porn star, I’m an educator and an engineer, but my cock is more than porn worthy. It is what I always wanted it to be. It’s long. It’s thick. The head looks ready to choke the unprepared and my money shots take super soaking into drowning territory. My dick is manly as fuck, and it’s a great feeling to arrive in the place where you want to be. Just like it’s a great feeling helping others arrive in that place for themselves.

For the record, I’ve never done anything surgical.

All of the enhancing and enlarging techniques I practice have involved natural mechanical penis exercise technologies. The same technologies featured on AllKnight. What about chemical? Also, all-natural, using the ingredients found in our male supplement lines.

Standing 6 feet, 1 inch tall and weighing a fit 175lbs to 205lbs depending on the season, my dick stats are as follow. Starting size of 7.25-inch length x 6.1-inch girth, ending peek size 9.2-inch length x 7-inch girth with a pronounced helmet-shaped mushroom head (my favorite feature). Flaccid hang is typically between five and six inches. Max semen ropes 13, with jets of semen traveling as far as 15 to 20 feet. I never actually measured the semen load volume, but it’s a lot, with countless videos speaking for themselves.

To be noted guys, a commitment to optimizing your sexual machinery, just like optimizing your body, persists decade after decade. However strong you build your body or your dick to be today, the forces of age and entropy will try to break the system down tomorrow. We must always be working against these forces with the best tech and strategies for the different stages of our lives.

And as for perfection. Maybe it exists and maybe it doesn’t.

I believe perfection is a personal state of being, and each man will know for himself when he’s found it. But reaching for more, aiming to fulfil your personal self-image—whether sexual, physio-muscular, mental, career oriented, or otherwise—the journey toward self-improvement is an amazing and rewarding one.

More specifically, being a penis perfectionist is admirable and worthwhile, so long as you’re not waiting for perfection to start enjoying the penis you have right now.

You can like and\or love your penis today and still love it even more tomorrow.

Coach’s Commentary: It’s All Bananas Baby

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It is always a treat hearing directly from our illustrious chief engineer, founder, and lead performance coach. We pretty much love everything about Evander’s story (and not just because Banana-Vander might fire us otherwise😉). But seriously, what’s not to love about having a powerful self-image and then building your real-world physical body to match that image. And even further building systems and tools to help others accomplish the same.

In this article we’ve seen locker room experiences, online dating profile penis realizations, the voice of the significant other, and finally the interior voice. Four unique ways that men can come to realize how well hung they are. We’ve had three genetic lottery winners, one of whom still wanted more from his penis—not just a measurement, but a matchup to his mental picture of the perfect penis. We’ve had two instances where penis enlargement practices brought the hero of the story to his triumphant final frame—one of these with chronological pictures.

And the answer to the question: how do well hung men learn that they have a huge cock? is that there are many ways. Many of you reading this, are saying “yeah, it was like that for me.” And still there are other scenarios. It always looks different but always feels same. And the feeling centers around a sense of having something special, a gift, whether it’s a gift from your genes or a self-engineered one.

We’d like to thank all the trainees and coaches who participated. We’ll be issuing other story calls to our trainees and team. In fact, our next lifestyle feature is already in the works. We’re currently interviewing for the counterpoint to this article: how men learn they have small cocks and how this impacts their lives and choices.

Too often the world tries to tell men that we should be ignoring what’s hanging between our legs. That our “bananas” are not important. The size. The function. The shape and sensations. We have fingers and tongues, so who needs a penis—and every man knows that’s a load of bullshit. Having options and workarounds does not negate the importance of the original artifact. And if you really ignore your penis, it will do you the favor of ignoring you in return—and not performing when you need it.

The male sex organ deserves appreciation, contemplation, and optimization. The AllKnight philosophy is rooted in a certain degree of healthy cock obsession, and that’s A-Okay men, so long as your obsession moves you in a positive direction. Positivity is the key ingredient for success. Call it a banana, a rod, a saber of light, a sword, or just a dick, but never deny its importance.

And with that, knights, keep your swords raised, swinging, and sharp until we meet again.

Encore: Back by popular demand, we now pass the mic to Evander for the answer to a repeated question from readers.

And while we're all looking forward to Evander's full breakdown, the resources below will help further your adventures in penis ownership while unlocking your biggest, best, and most manly cock.

• Cock Stretching 101: Build Your Perfect Penis
• How to Shoot Huge Cum Loads Long Distance
• The SexxxTrainer: Advanced Hands-Free Masturbation & Stroke Training

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