Horse

One of my good high school friends, I'll call him K, could always get girls a lot easier than most of us. Besides the fact perhaps that his parents were well off and he had his own bedroom with only one sister... in a room across the hallway... there was a rumor widely circulated that his cock was huge.

The girls nicknamed him "HP" for horse prick. I never saw it in real life (soft or hard) but it loomed large in his legend.

News like that spreads, especially among the appreciative, and especially among the perhaps under-experienced high school girl (or girls) who started the rumor. I heard it from an old girl friend of mine who had not gone out with him but had heard it from a girlfriend who had. She was talking about my friend's cock!

I tried to explain that the object in question always looks bigger when it is at attention, was her friend sure it was special? Would she like to have a comparative example (for example, mine)?

Part of me was envious that the girls weren't talking about the size of my cock. Part of me may have been envious. In my teens getting the girls' attention with my sexuality was of supreme importance. And my friend, K, was a ladykiller, not so much because he was a weasel or a cad or tried too hard or made himself unbearable. His reputation proceeded him, and he didn't have to work for it. He got whomever he wanted... eventually.

At least, captured their imaginations, including my girlfriend's.

At a certain point whether it's true or not doesn't matter. He was a blissful underachiever and cruised through school and jr. college. 20 years later he still hasn't made much of himself, arrogant, never returned phone calls, always too busy to meet for coffee or drinks. Married, kids and stuck in a mid-level job.

Him and his horse prick. It's a good problem to have, but I wonder.