A Fictional SPH Story by Cucked33. Tom’s hands shook as Amber zipped up her dress. She caught his eye in the mirror and smiled—not kind, but pleased. “Owen will be here in ten minutes. Remember what you agreed to.” Tom swallowed. “Yes. I want to watch you with a real man. I know my little dick can’t please you.” “Little?” Amber turned, walked to him, and palmed the front of his jeans. Her fingers found the soft, barely-there lump. She
Read moreA Fictional Story by minoda. I sat on the bench, looking into Sarah’s green eyes as her red hair splayed over her shoulders. The green sweater she wore fit snugly over her curves. I didn’t need to see cleavage to know she had impressive tits. We’d been walking around the park on our first date. The topics had been normal: work, travel, what we enjoy. What came next surprised me. “I read your stories, and I have an idea I
Read moreAn SPH Experience by manlike666. I’d been living in Japan for almost three years now, and the whole time, I’d been curious about soaplands. If you don’t know, they’re these bathhouses where you pay for… services. The kind of services a virgin like me had only ever experienced through my laptop screen and my own two-finger grip on my little dick. I’m twenty-nine. Twenty-nine years old, and I’d never been inside a woman. My dick had never been inside anything
Read moreAn SPH Experience by According_Leg_8977. Last summer, I went to my local indoor pool with my mate Connor. We’re both nineteen, tall and stocky from playing on the same rugby team. We’d been swimming for a few hours—him in a tight blue Speedo that left nothing to the imagination, me in baggy swimming trunks. The contrast wasn’t accidental. Connor had nothing to hide. I’d caught a glimpse of his cock once before when we were getting changed at the clubhouse.
Read moreA Fictional Story by Rustyleaks. Luke sat on the edge of the bed, fidgeting nervously as he stared at the bathroom door. Behind it, the muffled sound of running water seemed never-ending. Although it had only been about ten minutes, it felt like an eternity to him since Caitlin had started her shower. He glanced around their bedroom. Her two suitcases were next to the large walk-in closet on the other side of the room. He considered unpacking them for
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Hot-Initiative-2531. I’d been hurting for three days. Not sharp pain — more like a dull, persistent ache that started in my balls and radiated upward through my shaft. I’d felt it before, usually after going too long without release, but this was different. There was a burning when I peed. A pressure that wouldn’t go away, no matter how I adjusted. I told myself it would pass. I drank cranberry juice. I tried to ignore it.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by federalmanagement_21. The second time is always worse than the first. The first time you do something — anything, really, but especially something that terrifies you — you have the luxury of ignorance. You don’t know what’s coming. You can romanticize it, imagine it going perfectly, picture yourself as the person you want to be instead of the person you actually are. The second time, you know better. I was twenty-eight and had exactly one nude beach
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by PussyEater21. Trevor had lived next door to Delia for nearly three years, and in all that time, she’d barely registered his existence. A wave here, a nod there—the kind of polite acknowledgment reserved for furniture that happened to be outside when you checked the mail. He was thirty-two, perpetually single, and spent most evenings in his basement apartment, scrolling through forums where other men like him congregated to share their grievances about women. The bitterness
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. The gin and tonic sweated a cold ring onto the coaster. He traced it with his fingertip, watching the condensation bleed into the cardboard. Across the table, the woman he’d married seven years ago was laughing at something the man beside her had just said. Her head was tilted back, throat exposed, the sound bright and genuine in a way he hadn’t heard from her in months. He didn’t know the man’s name. Didn’t want
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by Past_Shoe_6242. It started, like most disasters do, with a laugh. Jamie and I had been friends since secondary school—the kind of friends who could talk about anything, or so I thought. We’d drifted into the subject of SPH late one night, both of us a few drinks in, the conversation taking turns I never expected. At first it was almost academic, the way we discussed it. Theoretical. Like we were analyzing some abstract concept rather
Read moreAn SPH Experience by EgonOlsen1925. There’s a thing I’ve never told my wife. It lives in a locked folder, in a browser history I clear, in a folder of screenshots I’ve trained myself never to open when she’s in the room. It’s a soft spot, I call it — a phrase that makes it sound gentle, harmless, like a favorite sweater or a comfort food. But there’s nothing soft about what it does to me. What it’s always done to
Read moreAn SPH Experience by MantiTe0sGF. I still don’t know what I was thinking. That’s a lie. I know exactly what I was thinking: that at twenty-six, with a body that looked like it should’ve been dealt a better hand, I was tired of hiding. I was in the city for work — three days of conferences and hotel food — and on the second night the streets downtown were blocked off for something. I asked a bartender what was going
Read moreAn SPH Experience by According_Leg_8977. I’m the biggest bloke in the changing room and the smallest man in it, and until three Saturdays ago only one of those things was public knowledge. Some context, because the context is the whole joke. I play back row for a proper men’s club—the kind with a wooden clubhouse, a bar that opens at noon, and a first team that would run through a wall for each other and then buys the wall a
Read moreAn SPH Experience by thisguyagain74. I’ve always had a complicated relationship with my body, specifically, with what’s between my legs. When soft, I’m barely two inches. Erect, I reach maybe four inches on a good day. Most of the time, I keep that information to myself. But there’s this other side of me—the side that craves the sun on my skin, the freedom of being completely naked outdoors, the thrill of exposure. The irony isn’t lost on me. A man
Read moreA Fictional Sissy SPH Story by Sissyboi. The air was thick, humid, clinging to exposed skin like a second layer of sweat. Marcus—no, not Marcus. He’d shed that name at the edge of the first crosswalk. Out here, where the sidewalks buckled from heat and roots, where every corner had a story told in broken glass and bass, he was just her. A soft thing. A pink thing. A thing with a secret barely worth whispering about. The skirt was
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Illustrious_Pen_7964. Summer was creeping in, and I’d decided early this year that I was done hiding from pool season. Yeah, I know what I’m working with. The shrinkage is real. The bulge is nonexistent. But I’d spent too many summers sitting on the sidelines while everyone else splashed around, and I figured if anyone had a problem with what was—or wasn’t—tenting my swim trunks, that was their issue to deal with. Famous last words. — The
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Deep_Willingness_442. My building has a small gym on the fourth floor — nothing fancy, a few treadmills, some dumbbells, a yoga room, and tucked in the back, a steam room. It’s the only amenity I actually use. There’s an app for booking it, one flat at a time, hour-long slots. Most people book it after work, so I started booking the late slot, nine or ten at night, after the gym or a yoga session, when
Read moreA Fictional Story by limpshrimp83. I need to start by explaining the underwear. I own seven pairs of briefs. Not boxer briefs—briefs. Tighty-whities. The kind of underwear that leaves nothing to the imagination, the kind that clings to whatever you have and shows the outline of whatever you don’t. I didn’t buy them because they’re comfortable, although they are. I bought them because of what they do to me when someone sees me in them. Six of the seven pairs
Read moreAn SPH Experience by quelz44. The gym at eleven PM on a Tuesday is a different world. By that hour, the after-work crowd has trickled home. The serious lifters are gone. What’s left is a handful of diehards, people with weird schedules, and guys like me who can’t sleep and figure burning some energy might help. I’d been going to this gym for three years. It’s one of those older places that hasn’t been renovated since the nineties—peeling paint, rusting
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by bustycuckcouple. Welcome to the Cuck Multiverse! We plan to keep much of our erotic fiction grounded in reality. Though most definitely embellished. However, hubby and I also love when things get weird! With that in mind, we’ve decided to create an ongoing series of stories with a Multiverse theme! Most of this series will be one-shots. The overall theme is that the Multiverse contains an unlimited number of realities and alternate timelines. The only constant?
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