An SPH Experience by Vegapunk_Stella. Let me set the scene for you. Halloween night, out in the middle of nowhere at my buddy Connor’s family property. Big old barn, string lights everywhere, keg in a wheelbarrow, the whole deal. We’d been drinking since like seven, and by eleven we were all sufficiently hammered and looking for something to keep the night interesting. There were about 12 of us in total—7 guys, 5 girls. Close friends, the kind of group where
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Snoo-33109. I need to get this down. Not because it’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to me—it isn’t, not by a long shot—but because of how it sits in my memory. Not sharp and clean like a cut, but dull and persistent, like a bruise that won’t fully fade. Every time I think I’ve moved past it, something triggers it—a breeze, the smell of river water, a woman laughing in a group—and I’m back on
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Empty_Ambition5533. I need to get this out. I need to say it somewhere, to someone, even if that someone is just a screen and a keyboard and the quiet of my apartment at two in the morning. Because what I’m about to describe has been living inside me for over a year now, and it’s not going away. It’s getting worse. It started at a state park. That’s where the thing happened that broke something open
Read moreA Fictional Story by PigspigsEverywhere. “I saw you.” “Yeah?” she smiled, sitting propped up on the pillows of our bed. “With him.” “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?” she smirked. “His hands….on your skin.” “Mmmm, yeah…he’s got big…strong…hands.” She lay back on the bed I had bought her with a wistful smile of remembrance. “Did, did…” “You know he did. You wanted it….but, baby, shit, I wanted it more.” Her left hand pushed at her own knee, opening her leg.
Read moreA Fictional Story by Illustrious_Pen_7964. I’m not going to pretend I don’t know what I have. Or what I don’t have. I’m forty-one, five-foot-ten, two hundred and fifteen pounds at about eight percent body fat right now. I’ve been lifting for almost twenty years. I bench 315, squat 450, deadlift 500. My shoulders are boulders. My chest is slabs. My arms stretch the sleeves of every shirt I own. I walk into a room, and people notice. Men respect me.
Read moreA Fictional Story by Jane42GG. Preface I am fascinated by what makes men cum. I love cock of all varieties. I would like to work in a shop men visit with their problem cocks. I would help them work out why their cocks were causing them issues. We would fix their cocks together. Disclaimer All characters are over 21. All characters consent to themes including fingering, medical examination, small penis humiliation, huge tits. Please read further only if you enjoy
Read moreA Fictional Story by TooSmall2Fuck-1111. I need to say this plainly because there’s no way to dress it up, soften it, or make it sound like anything other than what it is. I can no longer penetrate my wife’s vagina. Not from any position. Not with any amount of lube. Not after foreplay, not after patience, not after trying every angle, every pillow, every trick that the internet suggests to couples dealing with what the forums politely call “size mismatch.”
Read moreAn Sph Experience by randomalt222110. I’d been thinking about it for weeks. Months, really. Probably longer than that if I’m being honest with myself, which I rarely am when it comes to this particular subject. The idea had started as a vague, embarrassing fantasy and slowly hardened into something more concrete—an urge, a need, a plan I couldn’t stop turning over in my head. I was going to go to an adult store and buy a penis extender. A sleeve.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by No-Priority3298. When I first started dating Claire, she was living in a cramped two-bedroom apartment with her two best friends, Whitney and Joanne. The three of them had been close since college, and the living arrangement was supposed to be temporary—just until they each found their own places—but it had been going on for two years by the time Claire and I met at a mutual friend’s birthday dinner. Claire was incredible. Five foot six, curly
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Kevin had noticed the changes over the past month. His father Walter’s sneers had grown sharper, his insults more pointed. At Sunday dinner, Walter had made Kevin fetch his own beer while loudly commenting that some men just weren’t built to be providers. His wife Brittany had pressed her lips together, hiding something behind her eyes. The breaking point came on a Tuesday evening. Kevin had come home early from his accounting firm—some issue with
Read moreA Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. The sign at the top of the boardwalk at Sandpiper Key has two lines. The first line says MEN: FULLY NUDE BEYOND THIS POINT. NO EXCEPTIONS. The second line says WOMEN: AS YOU LIKE. I stood in front of that sign with my sunglasses pushed up in my hair and my beach bag cutting into my shoulder, and then I laughed for the first time since June. * * * Here is why I had
Read moreA Fictional Story by Anonymous2207. This was my final year of school, and I couldn’t be more excited to head off to college. I was looking forward to being in college next year and going to an Ivy League school. Frankly, it should be a cakewalk. I am head and shoulders above everyone in my class. I am probably more intelligent than all my class combined. Compared to me, they are just a bunch of babbling baboons. Even the teachers
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Confident_Fix_2930. I discovered something a few years ago that has become almost like a ritual for me. It’s the most reliable method I’ve ever found for getting genuine, unfiltered small penis humiliation from people in my life without them even knowing they’re doing it to me. You watch Scary Movie with them. If you’ve seen it, you already know exactly which scene I’m talking about. If you haven’t—there’s a moment in that film where a character
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Temporary-Button-866. The autumn air had that sharp bite to it — the kind that makes you shove your hands deep in your jacket pockets and walk a little faster. Tiffany and I had been doing this for years. A walk, a coffee, a catch-up. She was one of the few people in the world I could say absolutely anything to, and she’d earned that distinction a long time ago. More than ten years ago, actually. She
Read moreAn SPH Experience by H9023. I should start by saying this: I know what I’m working with. I’ve always known. An inch soft, maybe a little less on a bad day, with balls to match. It’s not a medical condition or a tragedy. It’s just what I’ve got. And somewhere along the way—through years of locker rooms and doctor visits and a handful of women who were polite enough not to laugh (and one or two who weren’t)—I stopped fighting
Read moreA Fictional Story by BetaMan22. Part One: The Gym Locker Room It hits me the moment I see him. Not gradually. Not over time. Immediately. Like a punch to the gut that spreads upward into my chest, tightening everything it touches. I’m standing at my locker, towel around my waist, and he walks in from the showers. Six-foot-two, maybe six-three. Shoulders like a doorway. Chest like a shield. And between his legs—swinging with every step, heavy and thick, the kind
Read moreA Fictional Story by Shot_Lemon4985. My wife’s name is Brenna. I want to start with that, because everything that follows is about her — about what she knew, what she didn’t know, what she learned, and what she did with what she learned. She’s the center of this story, even though it’s really about me. About my dick. About the thing between my legs that I’ve spent my entire adult life trying not to think about and that she —
Read moreA Fictional Story by belted and teased. My name is Dan. I am living in an awkward situation that actually works really well, and I managed to make it even more… unique. More about that as the story progresses. Like many more men than folks realize, I have a male chastity, orgasm denial fetish. And, like many men, the fantasies have been unexperienced because I was afraid sharing them with my wife would blow up my marriage. I figured at
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Responsible_Fox_8816. The bar was the kind of place that tried too hard—exposed brick, Edison bulbs, a stage barely big enough for a four-piece band. We were there for Chris, who’d been talking about this gig for weeks. The whole group showed up to support him. Jenna got there before I did. She’d grabbed us seats near the back, which I appreciated until I realized why. Fewer people around to hear her run her mouth. She looked
Read moreAn SPH Experience by tinytinytool4. We were walking through the hotel. It was one of those nicer places—the kind with wide, carpeted hallways and soft lighting and that faint, ubiquitous smell of industrial air freshener that’s supposed to read as “clean” but mostly reads as “chemical flowers.” We’d checked in that afternoon. A weekend getaway. Nothing fancy, just a change of scenery, a pool, a decent restaurant attached to the lobby, the usual. My girlfriend had picked it. She liked
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