For a very long time I have had a problem that might seem trivial or even laughable to those that never had to deal with it. You see, I was not too happy with the shape or the size of my penis. Yeah, I know, it’s not something you brag about but it stops looking that bad once you don’t have to deal with it anymore. The memories of a time when I still didn’t care about that kind of thing are hazy, I am aware of the fact that it couldn’t have bothered me until I was fourteen or something like that, but I can’t remember how that type of indifference actually feels, what I can remember, though, are the countless hours I’ve spent feeling inadequate and insecure. You might think that this is just something one should learn how to get over, but that’s really not that easy. Now before you start getting grotesquely exaggerated ideas about its actual hideousness let me stop you and assure you that it wasn’t something you would label as disfigurement and suggested that I get an emergency surgery or an amputation. It was more like it was just plainly… insignificant.

The length was below average, so far below that it hardly deserved to be called “length” anymore, more like “len” or just “le” but it still wasn’t short enough to be exquisite in that regard at least, it also had a curve (to the left if you care) that didn’t really help with its appearance. That can be pretty tricky when you’re a horny teenager that is tossed into a world full of new urges and insecurities. That is the time when your penis suddenly becomes very interesting, and naturally, as is usually the case with things you find interesting, you want to share it with others. After all, it really wouldn’t be fair to keep all the fun for yourself, others should also get the chance to play with it right? Sadly I found out that not everybody thought it was as interesting as I did. It really hits you when the girl you so proudly exhibited your toy to chuckles. Yes, chuckles. As you can imagine, that kind of thing leaves a dent in your confidence, which then pretty much prevents you from getting to share the now greatly reduced excitement with someone. That was pretty much how things were for me before I heard about the Jes Extender. I stumbled upon it on the internet and thought I should at least read more about it. I did, and I am extremely glad that I have.

That decision literally changed my life. I found all that I could about it, found that it is used in treatment of something called Peyronie´s disease and, after initial hesitation, I decided to give it a go, after all, it’s not like I was too busy from all the sex I was having. It was delivered soon after I ordered it and I decided to, at least initially, try using it for five hours a day. I couldn’t believe it when two days later I saw a change. It was a miniscule change, but definitely perceptible and it was then that I realized that I have definitely made the right choice. I used Jes Extender for three months, usually for five or six hours a day, and then, suddenly there were just no more reasons to use it. My penis has grown in length and straightened out more than I thought was possible, and I was so satisfied with the constantly improving results that during those three months it was impossible to see me without a satisfied smirk. I would even venture to say that I was jittery and that’s not a word I would use lightly. The improvement this has made in my life is incredible. It didn’t just make all the insecurities I had disappear, it made them almost funny, they have left a mark, but they have lost their power and are no longer encumbering me. Life is suddenly pretty damn good.