I thought you all might appreciate this story.

I'm just about 8". After some early research, I found that this wasn't exactly the largest size around. Still, I seemed to be the largest amongst my friendship group so the jokes and rumours I'd get my way would make it sound like I was Zeus' lost son Cockules. Eventually I ended up embracing what my friends were saying and actually ended up quite cocky. I wouldn't brag, but I just got it into my head that I was a big boy. As it so happened, I was destined to be knocked down a peg.

Cut to about a year ago and I'd ended up getting a Tinder date. I was hitting it off with this girl and she was very nice - pretty eyes, good rack, great personality, etc. Eventually, we started flirting and this is where I, in my cockiness, busted out the "So, what's the largest you've been with?". My plan was to get some number around 6" and then blow her out of the water. Unfortunately, it was not to be. My date thought for a few seconds and then said "Oh, about 9 inches". Feeling emasculated, all I could say was "Ah... Sounds alright then".

I suppose the old adage of "Doesn't matter, had sex" applies here and we indeed had fun, but never again will I try and compare myself with someone's previous lovers. For in the immortal words of Qui-Gon Jinn: "There's always a bigger fish".