Some things are intended to be snug.

Got a comment yesterday with a suggestion. Sounded like a viable topic so what the bloody hell.

Ya know boys, there are times to run around with an inflated ego. It's understandable if you just made a seat-of-your-pants dead-stick landing on a heaving flight deck of an aircraft carrier. It can be appreciated if you managed to ski out of the path of an impending avalanche. I'd even argue it might be justified in the event you safely lead your unit out of an ambush in a war-zone. Condom selection is not one of them.

Silly as it is, there is a percentage of men who will buy larger size condoms as if by extension, their dick will be of similar proportion. Makes as much sense as stuffing a gym sock in your briefs with less return. At least you can maintain the illusion while your clothes are on. The guys up-sizing have no such margin of safety. What? Do they think they're giving it room to grow?

From my side of the counter, it's not a subject that usually comes out point blank. Sure, some dolts will grab a pack of Magnums and hesitate before the register before trotting off to grab a smaller diameter cock ring; however, it's not usually that transparent. Mostly I hear the horror stories in the after-action reports of my female friends.

It never ends well. Any guy so insecure as to bluff his endowment size is not going to be anywhere near the head-space required to be a decent lover. In some accounts they seem to even think that their lover will never notice if she never gets a good look at it. Sure buddy. She's totally going to miss your clever subterfuge while you're pistoning her twat with breakfast sausage clad in a trash bag. The condom must be like the camera; it adds ten pounds. Sure. You may think that the wadded up folds function as ribs for her pleasure, but usually she's going to be wondering when you're going to start giving her some useable friction.

In addition, it completely negates the purpose of using a condom in the first place. How the bloody fuck are emissions going to not leak when between the poor fit and subsequent internal friction, everything's getting pumped right out the back? And one can't forget the incredibly romantic and glow-inducing discovery of the condom left inside afterward as if storing it for the winter behind her cervix.

Last but certainly not the least factor, these guys are liars. They claim to need something that is not the case. At the most minimal, their perceptions are completely distorted which begs the question of how it might be distorted in other things. At the worst, they believe their lovers to be idiots and willing to accept anything at stated value without question. "No honey, I need those XLs, if you can't tell how massive my cock is, you must be wider than the Hudson tunnel."

It should come as no surprise that these men described by my friends don't get a repeat performance, if they ever got further than brandishing their foil-wrapped fantasy in the first place.