My story begins on February 24, 1994, in the city of Cartagena de Indias, Colombia, a male child was born and with him I was born, Macaw attached to my master as any penis; the conscious brain of a human cannot remember his days as a baby, but I can because I am someone very special, we penises are the second head of man; I confirm that men think with both heads; many do not notice it because they do not perceive our effort to do so, the body only receives our demands and it is the decision of the mind or the body to comply with them, the heart also has this ability, it has special neurons inside to torment the whole body with feelings and emotions sometimes very intense.
All penises think, but not all focus only on sex as most women think, contrary to that perception many penises are very developed and dedicate much of our neural energy to philosophize on issues of greater value and interest, and some functions such as calculating the trajectory that will follow the urine and the amount of testosterone to produce; oh, and with respect to the pissing as children we are a cannon without sight, this shows how complex it is to learn fluid mechanics, but at 14 years of age we already have the intellectual capacity not to fail, well not to do it frequently, just like everything there are special cases in which one suffers from blindness.
In my first days I was very small because I was just a baby, I had no feet, I only had socks, my balls arrived after 4 days of birth, because they had not yet descended, they were inside the groin, I was very happy when my testicles arrived, I knew that together with them I could generate a great amount of hormones for my master, which would guarantee our survival; Being small but already complete and bald I was basically in charge of two functions, mainly to vomit urine, I know that the body does not like to vomit, but I do, I love it, I feel warm, useful and I serve my purposes as long as I do not pee myself as in my diaper days. We penises were born to pee and we love it, well that's what I think because we penises are very rivalrous and we don't get to have many friends of our species to talk about these topics with, unless, you know, sword with sword.
My second function was to show a not yet very imposing presence, I was very sensitive and as soon as they brushed me while cleaning me, I stood up to make them do it better, I was innocent and did not know that standing up in front of the ladies is sometimes rude; I really like to stand up it makes me feel big and powerful, I had to learn when to show off because if they made fun of my master I felt bad and I was ashamed to do it again, now that I am an adult the only problem is that there is not much space inside the clothes to do it. My master sometimes simply has no control over me, sometimes he wants me to lie down but I stand up when I feel like it and this shows him that I have a mind of my own; I have heard cases where men want an erect penis and it fails them and they fall asleep, in case there is any doubt I have never had this mishap with my master.
When I was 8 years old my master was called Pichota which embarrassed him a little, then I discovered that it was me who gave him that name (big penis) and that it was something of honor, that made me feel that it was a good penis, then I knew other names; in my life I learned that the pig, the devil, sexual relations and the penis, are the ones that have more names, only I have been called: Pene, Picha, Monda, Verga, Guacamayo, Pija, Palito, Pajarito, Pirulito, Yupicito, and the very famous Pipí; but there is a lack of names from the most innocent to the most grotesque that go from " P " upwards, and to mention them all would make this story endless, besides I do not remember them all because for minor facts we penises do not possess a very big head but very glans, (it is a classic joke among us penises).
At this age I also learned that being tense, straining or standing up made it difficult for me to vomit, when I didn't do it I felt great weight on my shoulders and great relief when I could finally unload it, which is much easier with relaxation; there is nothing more pleasurable than a good piss after a good while of holding it, well that's what I thought some time ago, there were still things to discover; Like if I stand up I can not expel urine but if I get a little saliva, very little just to moisten my throat; strange thing is that I have some small dots in parallel under the frenulum and throughout my lower part, many do not know it is something harmless and I feel that they adorn me.
They appear in rows and are very small almost imperceptible of the same color of my skin; they are distributed from two more or less defined columns in pairs, they start from the frenulum where the foreskin joins the glans, and can go down my neck to where my feet begin, I have felt that they have been disappearing with age. I also think I have detected that they work as little antennas to communicate better with my partner when she hugs me; it is important to know our body, although there are things that we may not understand or consider unnecessary, everything exists for a reason and even if they do not seem important, everything in our body serves a purpose, otherwise they would not exist.
When I was ten years old my body began to undergo some changes, at first I grew hair and then hair everywhere, I stopped being bald and had a short mane that eventually became an afro hairstyle so big that they had to control it, I grew a lot, I stretched and lengthened, the worst thing is that I became more stubborn, but that growth strengthened me and when I turned 14 years old allowed me to acquire a new function, to have children, this led me to the search to be a better penis; to look for a good vagina as a wife and to have children only when I could take care of them and have the time to teach them to be responsible penises.