A Fictional Story by Deftron1. OK, several years ago I was single and working in another state. I know my penis is very small (2” soft and 4” hard), so I don’t generally do one-night stands. I got bored one night and signed up for a dating app. I met/matched with this short, but curvy brunette named Geni. We talked for a couple of hours about random life stuff. I really wasn’t interested in sex. Just got bored being alone
Read moreAn SPH Confession by Danny Piccolo. I started a new job in a new town and was still getting settled into my new apartment, new neighborhood, new car, new co-workers, and all the other newness that comes with a move across the country. The new job was in a tall downtown tower, which I was not used to at all, coming from a small midwestern two-light town. This new place was like a city within a city. There were restaurants,
Read moreA Fictional gay SPH Story by CagedPP2000. The bass thrummed through the concrete floor, a deep, electronic pulse that vibrated up through the soles of expensive leather boots. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, poppers, and polished leather. It was the kind of place where the darkness tasted like iron and lust. Men moved through the cavernous space—some clad in full rubber, others in nothing but jockstraps and harnesses. Rings glinted from nipples, and heavy collars encircled
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by cock3inch. Veronica, twenty-nine, lay face down on the padded massage table in their spare room, the smell of warm almond oil filling the air. Nolan, thirty-one, stood beside her, slicking his hands. She lived for these nights. The deep pressure, the heat, and especially the filth that fell from his lips while he worked her body. “Hard tonight?” he asked. “Don’t start polite. Tell me what a useless little cock you have before you even
Read moreAn SPH Experience by ObjectiveSwan96. I showed up to the hospital knowing basically nothing about what I was getting into. An angiogram—that was the extent of my knowledge. The doctor said I needed one, so here I was. Nobody mentioned catheters, arteries, or the fact that they’d be threading something through my blood vessels toward my heart. Definitely nobody mentioned the shaving. The first nurse who came in to prep me was decent-looking—middle-aged, maybe early fifties, with that tired-but-professional vibe
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Former_Group8952. I was twenty-four that summer, and my parents had done me the single greatest favor parents can do for a twenty-four-year-old: they’d left town for the weekend and trusted me not to burn the house down. So naturally, I invited Anna over, because that’s what Anna and I did. She was my best friend, had been since sophomore year of college, and in all that time nothing had ever happened between us. Not a kiss,
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by bienbyswitch9. She had me tied down on my back, not in a dungeon, not in some elaborate playroom—just our bedroom, with soft sheets and the familiar scent of her shampoo lingering on the pillows. My wrists were bound to the headboard with silk scarves, the kind of restraint that was more about surrender than actual captivity. I could have pulled free if I really wanted to. But I didn’t want to. I never wanted to.
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Illustrious_Pen_7964. Here’s what people see when they meet me: 230 pounds, shaved head, arms that make T-shirts a negotiation. I’ve been under a barbell since I was nineteen. I squat more than most grown men weigh. Strangers ask me for spots at the gym, and I’ve never once been asked if I need one. Here’s what Charlene saw the first time she pulled the towel off me: about an inch of soft dick, tucked up shy
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Zealousideal-Belt406. I have a framed award in my closet. It’s the only trophy I’ve ever won in my life, and I won it for something I didn’t know I was competing in. I’ve moved three times since, and it’s survived every purge, every donation run, every “why do I still have this” weekend. I can’t explain that except to say that throwing it away has never once felt like an option. This was years ago. I
Read moreA Fictional SPH story by Poolboy2000. The afternoon sun beat down on the concrete deck of the community pool, turning the air into a shimmering haze of chlorine and sunscreen. A lifeguard slouched in her elevated chair, bored eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. Below, the water churned with the shrieks of kids and the lazy laps of retirees. It was a public place, a shared space, and that was precisely the point. Sitting on the edge of the deep end,
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by Camwhore1. Owen heard the front door open at half past nine. He was already on his knees in the living room, the way Corinne liked him to wait when she brought company home. His little cock was already twitching against his thigh, half-hard and useless, no bigger than his thumb. He had been thinking about this all week. Corinne came in first, tall and glowing, wearing a black dress that hugged her hips. She looked
Read moreA Gay SPH Fictional Story by Just_Dirt8509. I’ve known Dave for close to six years now. We met at the local pub—the kind of place with sticky wooden tables, a jukebox that only plays 80s rock, and the same dozen regulars every Friday night. He was a plumber going through the early stages of a marriage that was quietly falling apart, and I was… well, I was just some guy who liked a pint after work and didn’t mind listening
Read moreAn SPH Experience by No-Specialist-1. I was thirteen when I figured it out. Locker room showers after gym class, trying not to look but unable to stop myself. The other boys—some of them anyway—had something I didn’t. Dicks that swung when they walked. Ones that looked like they belonged on a man, not a child. I remember going home that day and measuring. Two inches hard. Maybe two and a half on a good day. I told myself I was
Read moreAn SPH Experience by MicroGinger140. Bachelor parties are supposed to make you feel alive. You’re drinking, you’re celebrating, you’re surrounded by guys who are all just there to have a good time. But that night at the boardwalk bar, I felt anything but confident. It was mid-July, heat still radiating off the wooden planks even after the sun went down. Our group had claimed a table near the stage where a cover band was blasting through early 2000s hits. The
Read moreA Gay/Sissy SPH Fictional Story by SissifiedMe00. The bedroom door swung open with a casual shove, a gust of hallway air stirring the cheap, frilly curtains. Dan was halfway through pulling a black lace teddy over his head when he froze, the delicate fabric bunched around his ears like a spiderweb collapsing. In the doorway stood Tyler, his best friend since freshman year, holding a six-pack of cheap beer. His grin, usually reserved for sharing sports highlights, was slowly unhinging
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by bustycuckcouple. For a couple of years now, Kyle had been begging his wife, Katie, to travel to Atlanta, Georgia, to attend the yearly Nerd-Con together. She had told him that she had zero interest in spending multiple days stuffed into crowds of smelly ogling incels. But he promised her over and over that it wasn’t like that. Ok, well maybe some smell… Atlanta is hot and sticky. And yes, some ogling as well. But that
Read moreA Fictional Story by LockedforMommy. Part 1… “What are you looking at?” Lucy asked Mark, seeing he had X open on his phone again. “Nothing much,” he answered, hoping she might take an interest that would end up with her unlocking his little dick from its cage. “Show me what you’ve been looking at recently. Let’s see what kind of guy you are today. I never know with you – it could be feet or pegging or big cocks –
Read moreAn SPH Experience by tallnsmallguy. Freshman year was supposed to be a fresh start. New campus, new people, new me — except the “me” part was the same as before, including the two inches of flaccid penis I’d been cursed with since puberty decided to quit early on my body. My roommate’s name was Ryan. We didn’t pick each other; the housing office matched us randomly over the summer, and from day one, it was awkward. He was a business
Read moreAn SPH Experience by joob66. The new oil massage shop sat between a laundromat and a phone repair place on a street I’d walked past a hundred times without noticing. The sign said “Traditional Oil Massage — Walk-ins Welcome” in soft pink letters, and today, for whatever reason, I pushed the door open. A woman greeted me at the counter. I say woman because she told me later she was twenty-seven, but my first thought was that a high schooler
Read moreAn SPH Experience by PantsedStudent55. Freshman year. Second semester. I still cringe thinking about it, but somewhere along the way, that cringe turned into something else—something that still makes my face hot and my stomach tight in a way I’ve learned to recognize. Our RA, Brittany, was notorious for her “bonding activities.” Wednesday nights in the common room, she’d drag us into whatever weird game she’d found on Pinterest or some college blog. Most of it was harmless—never-have-I-ever, truth or
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