Picture this; I meet you at the bar, and we hit it off. We have some good conversations, I flirt hard with you, we seem like we're having a lot of chemistry. You feel slightly nervous, because you never usually have this effect on women, and you aren't used to a woman moving in on you so fast. To steady your nerves, you decide to order what I'm having. Oh wow, it's about 3 times stronger than you are used to! It makes you feel good though. You feel warm, fuzzy, and relaxed. Why would the size of your cock really matter? Look at this gorgeous MILF, all over you, pressing against you every opportunity she can? Maybe all those insecurities you've had about your cock your whole life, were delusional. Yep, the liquid courage takes effect; you manage to talk yourself into believing that your cock is not so tiny after all, 3 sips in. Oh Dear! You let this poor, desperately horny woman take you home now. You realize she's thinking that you're going to make her feel REALLY GOOD and... Well, yes, that's where Alan comes in. Obviously, there's no way that I'm going to fuck a guy that has a Mike'n Ike for a cock. Yeah, no fucking way! But you know what, I appreciated the conversation, and I still had chemistry with you. Plus your face is very handsome to look at. How about, you sit down, and help me and Alan out a little. Wouldn't hurt, would it? Feels a little anticlimactic to do anything else, at this point. I mean we've been having such a good time all night, and I feel like I could still put you to good use. You're about to get really "close" to my hot, muscular, hung friend Alan!