Men who are physically blessed seldom make remarks of ANY kind about their manhood.
When you hear a man boast of his prowess and his size, rest assured he's very likely CURSED, not blessed.
The louder the Howler Monkey, the smaller their nutsack. That's scientific fact.
I don't know a curse from a blessing,
"Get that thing away from me! I can't even fit it in my mouth!"
Versus
"Is it in yet"?
Before I started dating my first wife, I was third wheel a few times with a married couple.
Not long after we married, my first wife and I ended up in bed in an alcohol dulled, psychedelic enhanced encounter with that couple.
Ironically, my present wife and I had been in their wedding party but I've never shared the following details or the ones above, with her.
I was already pleasantly inserted when the attention of my partner and I were called away from each other to my first wife's protest, quoted above.
My partner and I burst out laughing, knowing full well her husband was indeed, blessed.
Although I experienced the challenge of having to perform with his wife while he watched whenever we shared her, even at my then young age and self conscious nature, I appreciated I must have had something to offer her despite not measuring up to him. The only time I was alone with her was when she invited me to be first to be intimate with her in a place he would never fit.
Every woman deserves the experience of deep penetration to cervix territory. She can decide if it is a "one off," but if you're not naturally equipped to expose her to that
feeling, use an aid of some sort to share that experience with her.