An SPH Experience by gagmewithyourpride. I need to rewind a bit for this to make sense. — Rehab isn’t where you expect to make friends. Or maybe it is—I wouldn’t know. The first time I went, I didn’t talk to anyone. The second time, I talked too much. The third time, which was about two years ago, I landed somewhere in the middle: quiet enough to listen, open enough to connect. That’s where I met him. His name doesn’t matter.
Read moreA Fictional Story by Empty_Ambition5533. I should start with the online post, because that’s where this really began—not at the lake, not in the water, not with my sister’s hands on my trunks. It began with a confession I typed into the internet at two in the morning, sitting in my bedroom with the door locked, my heart pounding, my dick soft and small against my thigh like it always was when I was alone and thinking about the things
Read moreA Fictional Story by newpatek09. Everyone said it. Every guy in every class in every high school across the country has probably said it at some point: going up to do a presentation with a boner is my biggest fear. It was one of those universal teenage anxieties, like getting called on when you didn’t do the reading or tripping in the hallway in front of everyone. People joked about it casually, the way you joke about things that will
Read moreA Fictional Story by joifiend11. Diane, whatever ethical objection you’re trying to lodge isn’t landing. I mean, I see what you’re getting at. Yes, I know Prometheus is actively seeding and creating conflict between the players. It’s a competition; that’s the nature of it. And I don’t think that’s inherently unethical. Do you complain that the rules of American football allow players to deck one another? That the slowest sprinters in the Olympics don’t get medals? That the rules of
Read moreA Fictional Story by Purpleredblue415. I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who ends up sitting on a restaurant patio with four girls, talking about cock sizes — mine included — while strangers at nearby tables try not to stare. But here we are. I met these girls about a month ago through a mutual friend during Pride. We kind of just clicked. There’s Leah — loud, blunt, zero filter, the kind of person who says whatever she’s
Read moreA Gay SPH Experience by Fluid_Driver3504. I need to set the scene before I get to the worst part, because the worst part doesn’t make sense without understanding what came before it. I played baseball. Had played since I was seven, all the way through high school and then two years of JV at a Division II college before I transferred and hung it up. I wasn’t great. Decent fielder, mediocre bat, good enough to make rosters but never good
Read moreA Fictional SPH story by cocktail2inch. The ice pack had been doing its work for the better part of forty minutes, wedged inside my shorts while I power-walked the coastal trail leading to the beach. Between the cardio and the deliberate cold therapy, my dick had retreated to its absolute minimum. Not that it needed much help. Flaccid, I’m barely half an inch to begin with — a smooth little nub that sits flush against my body when conditions are
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Six months. That’s how long it’s been since I stumbled into this hole, and I can feel it getting deeper every single week. I’m twenty-seven years old, I’ve never been inside a woman, and after what the doctor did to me when I was a baby, I never will be. Not in any way that counts. The circumcision was botched. That’s the clinical term the urologist used when I finally worked up the nerve to
Read moreAn SPH Experience by ThrowRA41145. I’d noticed the ad for a while. A local spa offering full-body hair trims for men—nothing drastic, just a tidy-up everywhere. The website listed their estheticians with little bios and photos, and one of them caught my eye. Young, cute, dark hair pulled back in the kind of effortless ponytail that made it look like she’d just thrown it up on the way to work. Her name was Megan. I booked with her without really
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. I remember the exact moment the word “micropenis” entered my life. Not as a fetish term I’d found on some late-night internet spiral, but as a clinical diagnosis spoken by a urologist who was trying very hard to be kind and failing at it. I was twenty-three. I’d avoided doctors for years — avoided anything that required me to be naked below the waist, actually. Gym class in high school had been its own circle
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Her name was Tasha, and she knew everything. Not everything in a vague, close-friend way. Everything. She knew about the chastity cage. She knew about the Venus Berlin trip. She knew about the camgirl sessions where I paid women to laugh at my dick on screen. She knew about the locker room incident, the stag party, the nude beaches. She had a folder on her phone labeled “Beta Boy Evidence” that she’d started as a
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Limpnubguy. Many years ago, I discovered by accident that Benadryl causes temporary, but very significant, shrinkage. This doesn’t work for everyone, but among the guys I have talked to who have tried it, there seems to be a success rate of about 75%. I first discovered it during a severe allergy attack. I overreacted and took three pills, 25 mg each. At this dosage, I started feeling a bit high, but I needed to go somewhere
Read moreAn SPH Experience by arabcompare3. I’m nineteen. Muslim. Living at home with my family in a house that’s never quiet and never empty. Three boys—me at nineteen, my middle brother at eight, and the youngest at two. My parents are traditional. My mother especially. She’s the kind of woman who runs the household with an iron fist wrapped in a warm smile, the kind who knows everything about everyone and shares it freely with her sisters over long phone calls
Read moreA Fictional Story by Max Swan. The fluorescent buzz of the hallway light was the only witness to Old Joe’s ritual. It was past midnight, and the apartment building had gone quiet. Joe stood outside his door in nothing but a threadbare undershirt, his pale, hairy belly hanging over the waistband of his boxers—which he’d tugged down just enough. His tiny dicklette sat there like a shy button, barely a nub, soft and pink, nestled in a patch of greying
Read moreA Fictional Story by trinosborne. Read Part 1 Here ***** Part 2… The next morning began like so many others: the same obnoxious, chirping alarm blared from Griffin’s phone, causing him to jump from his sleep. He rolled over to his nightstand and switched off the alarm, running his hands over his face. October 21 glowed on the phone’s screen. He’d had that date in the back of his mind for weeks. It almost felt unreal to see it displayed
Read moreAn SPH Experience by VaderSomething. A couple of years ago, I was playing tennis with a mate from work—nothing serious, just a weekly hit we’d been doing for a few months. Third set, I was reaching for a wide forehand, and I felt something twinge deep in my groin. Not a sharp pain. More like a pull, the kind where your body tells you to stop, and your brain says one more game. So I kept playing. Lost the match.
Read moreA Fictional Story by NotTheBestMan. I remember the exact date. Late September. The kind of night where the air has just started to turn, and you can feel autumn creeping in, but nobody’s ready to admit it yet. My friend Tom — a few years older than me, the kind of guy who’d always been ahead in everything — was getting married in three weeks. I’d known him since I was nineteen. He was one of those natural leaders people
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by CamWhore1. The invitation had been clear: dress as your favorite famous musician. Most people would probably go as something safe—Elvis, Bowie, maybe Freddie Mercury. But I’d always had a flair for the dramatic, and Alice Cooper felt like the perfect choice. The androgynous menace, the theatrical makeup, the tight leather. I’d spent two hours getting ready. The shoulder-length black wig had been expensive, but it fell perfectly, framing my face in a way that made
Read moreAn SPH Experience by laprats. So look, I’m not going to sit here and pretend I’m packing anything impressive. I’ve known since high school that I’m on the smaller side. Not freakishly tiny or anything, but definitely below average — about four inches hard, and soft? Forget about it. It basically disappears into my pubes. That’s why I drive forty-five minutes out of my way to this particular K spa. It’s far enough from where I live that the odds
Read moreA Fictional Story by billnyethehighguy. Ira and I have been together a long time, and over the years we’ve shared many fantasies. I’ve shared many times that I would love to see Ira fuck another guy in front of me. While she will role-play this in many scenarios with toys, she’s never actually taken the plunge because she’s nervous about what it would do to our relationship. One thing Ira loves is to be used as a fuck toy. Use
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