The Public Urinals

I have always been interested in comparing my size with other men. So while at the stand-up urinals in public male bathrooms, if given a chance, I will try and take a sneaky peak of other men’s tools. I know it sounds gay but it is a matter of comparing, me with other men. On the internet or in blue movies, everyone has a big cock. But I wanted to know the truth in reality. Hence, the sneaky research.

I once thought that I was average sized, but over the years of peaking, I know that I am quite small.

Thinking back to the days when my wife and I were still sexually active, I find myself becoming embarrassed. Here I was thinking that I was the man of our new house, great job and having regular sex with my newly wedded beautiful bride, not realising that in the back of my wife’s mind, she had pity for me and my small pecker. She had married me because of my personality, not so much for what I provided in bed. If I could go back in time, I would have put my pecker back in my underwear.

I must admit that when the realisation started to set in, I initiated sex with my wife far less. I was too embarressed. The anxiety made sure I couldn't get my pecker up. I think that she became tired of pretending to climax as well, having sex for a couple of minutes then being left with a soggy vagina to clean up. Especially for her, it was pointless. Needless to say, our marriage finally became sexless and she has been somewhat happier since then.

However, this posed another problem. How would we keep the marriage sexually active? As her husband, I promised to provide the marriage with the fulfillment of sex.

This obviously opened up a vacancy within our relationship. With my support, she has come to depend upon other men to fulfil the sexual role of our marriage.

For a woman in her early thirties, regular sex is important, so we have made Tuesday and Thursday nights into her date nights. At least, she would have the opportunity to be sexually active twice per week, which I am told, is normal for a couple in their thirties.

On these date nights, she is free to date other men and if need be, have sex with them. This allows her to have guiltless sexual variety without threatening the security of our marriage. Most of the men she dates know that she is married, but the wedding ring on her finger doesn't stop males when given the opportunity to be with a beautiful flirtatious woman.

As for me, I have become dependant on my fleshlight for relief, which she often helps me with. We keep it in the bathroom where we usually use it. She is more willing to help me with the Fleshlight than in the days when I used to initiate sex.

In all this, I think that we have put in place the secret jigsaw puzzel piece to complete our happy and successful marriage.

Nowadays, when at the public urinal, I don’t feel as embarrassed or guilty as I peak on what my wife would have been missing out on. I don't feel so bad when i see other men having trouble tucking their cocks back into their jocks before exiting the bathroom. I may have even stood by men that have been with my wife.  If I had, I would have like to thank them for helping us. As the saying goes, “happy wife, happy life”.