A Fictional Story by Gooner25. The morning after Kayla asked me point-blank if I was a virgin, I couldn’t look either of them in the eye. I busied myself with cereal, crunching loud enough to drown out the memory of her words. But my dick twitched under the counter every time I replayed it—the casual way she’d said it, like she already knew the answer. Like she’d already seen enough. Will clapped me on the shoulder again as he passed
Read moreA Fictional Story by Rustyleaks. “I’m so excited!” Rachel squealed, shaking both fists in front of her as Brandon pulled the car into the driveway of the giant beach house. Brandon smiled nervously and placed the rental car in park. Looking over at her, he could see just how ready she was for their adventure to begin. For the first time since they planned it, he suddenly felt the urge to call the whole thing off. Why exactly, he couldn’t
Read moreA Fictional Story by OopsyDaisyNaked. Roger was frustrated. He had come up with what he thought was a pretty good solution; he just didn’t know how to make it happen. He was 32 years old, and for as long as he could remember, he had lived with a humiliation fetish. He often daydreamed about being naked in public, with everyone laughing and pointing at him. He had tried, with little success, to put this into practice in real life. He
Read moreAn SPH Experience by True-Interest5283. I’ve always been on the smaller side. I’ve known since middle school, when we had to shower after gym class for the first time, and I got my first real point of comparison. I was thirteen, and the other guys in the locker room were already showing signs of puberty—length, girth, hair, the whole deal—and I was still sitting at maybe two and a half inches soft with a patch of straggly pubes that looked
Read moreA Fictional SPH story by NaughtyBoy88. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glare across the small room. Nothing but bare walls, a metal table bolted to the floor, and a large mirror that he figured was probably two-way glass. Standard booking room setup. Kyle sat on the cold metal bench, hands cuffed in front of him, trying to wrap his head around the fact that a busted taillight and an unpaid parking ticket had landed him here. Twenty-three
Read moreA Fictional Story by BaseballBob1111. The Physical Tyler Brooks sat on the exam table, paper crinkling under his thighs as he swung his legs idly. The air conditioning bit at his bare skin—he’d been told to strip down to his underwear for the team physical, and the thin gown did fuck-all to keep him warm. He’d been with the Hillsboro Hops for two seasons now. AA ball. Close to the show, maybe. Or maybe not. Either way, the organization required
Read moreAn SPH Experience by PremieLord. The clock on my desk said 8:57 AM when I heard the first soft click of heels on the linoleum outside my office. I didn’t look up immediately. I was reviewing reports, trying to get a jump on the day before the chaos started. Then she knocked on my open door. “Good morning! HR told me to check in with you first.” The voice was light, friendly, tinged with a youthful energy that immediately made
Read moreAn SPH Experience by True-Interest5283. The first time I put on a wrestling singlet, I understood immediately that there was no hiding. I was fourteen years old, a freshman, standing in the equipment room while the coach handed out uniforms. The singlet was a one-piece, tight spandex, the kind that clings to every contour of your body. I pulled it on, adjusted the straps over my shoulders, and looked down. You could see everything. Not everything-everything—my penis was inside, after
Read moreA Fictional Story by JonnyK. The measurement had happened three weeks earlier. I need to start there because everything that followed—the wedding, the table, the question, the answer—traces back to that night in our bedroom when my wife held a ruler against my erection and said the number out loud. Her name is Claire. She’s shy. Not the cute, performative kind of shy that some women do at parties—the batting eyelashes, the performative giggling, the oh stop it kind of
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Part One: Discovery It started, like most bad decisions do, with boredom and a browser tab that should’ve been closed. Tom had been scrolling aimlessly on a Tuesday night while his wife Shannon was at her book club. His thumb swiped through Twitter, past memes and sports highlights, until a retweet caught his eye. A woman in lingerie, posed against a bedroom door, captioned: “New rating video dropping Friday. DM me your pics, boys. I’ll
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. There’s a specific kind of dread that comes from seeing a notification on your phone that you weren’t expecting from a number you don’t recognize. It’s not the same as an email from a sender you don’t know—those you can delete without opening, can file away as spam, can dismiss. A text message is different. A text message sits on your lock screen, preview visible, the first few words already burrowing into your brain before
Read moreA Fictional Story by SmallPP23. Copenhagen in October is gray and beautiful in a way that makes you feel like you’re inside a photograph. The sky is low and white, the canals are still, the bicycles outnumber the people, and everyone looks like they were assembled in a factory that produces tall, calm, attractive Scandinavians. I had three hours to kill before a dinner meeting, and I’d been wandering the Strøget—the long pedestrian shopping street that cuts through the center
Read moreA Fictional Story by subliminalmassage. Marcus grabbed a handful of my long auburn hair, pulling me down onto his dick as he fucked me deep. My tits rattled in rhythm to his thrusts, almost hitting me in the face as I looked down at Tiny’s locked, poor neglected dicklet. Daddy was taking me from behind, as my cuck obediently treated my clit like butterscotch. I was hurtling towards the edge again. Marcus’s abs rippled in the mirror, his smooth brown
Read moreA Fictional Story by Gayman33. One day in spring, late into my senior year, I was in my regular gym class. We, of course, changed from our regular clothes to gym clothes for class, so there were 5-10 minutes on each side of class when we were unsupervised in the locker room. There was a kid in my class named Jackson. He was a good-looking kid, if a bit awkward. About 5’8, blue eyes, dirty blonde hair (in the emo
Read moreA Fictional Story by smallc_kk. The steak sizzled on the grill, sending plumes of smoke drifting across the backyard. I took a long pull from my beer and flipped the meat, watching the fat render and crisp in the flames. The afternoon had been perfect—swimming in the pool, drinking in the sun, surrounded by friends and acquaintances. Now the sky was bruising purple and orange as evening settled in, and someone had strung up fairy lights that cast everything in
Read moreA Fictional Story by Smooth-Mix-4941. The sauna complex sat just outside Maastricht, a sprawling compound of wooden buildings and steaming pools nestled against a stretch of green farmland. I’d been coming here for years. The Netherlands had no shortage of coed naked saunas, and the ones just across the border in Germany were even better—larger, more relaxed, with outdoor areas where you could lounge nude in the sun between sessions. This particular place had everything: a Finnish sauna, a steam
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Part One: The Discovery Tom stood in the hallway of his own home, frozen. The bedroom door was cracked open—just enough to see through. He’d come home early from work, a Friday surprise for Lisa, his wife of fifteen years. The surprise was on him. What he saw made his stomach drop and his face burn with a shame so deep it felt like his skin was on fire. Lisa was on her knees on
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by StubbyDick4. The couch springs dug into my back through the thin fabric. I shifted, pulled the shirt down over my stomach, and felt the lettering stretch across my chest — MICROPENIS CLUB – ENTRY DENIED, the tiny laughing mushroom underneath grinning up at the ceiling like it knew something I didn’t. Tim sat next to me, close enough that our thighs touched. His shirt read NUB OWNER – NO ENTRY WITHOUT MAGNIFYING GLASS in the
Read moreAn SPH Experience by VaderSomething. A few years back, I was working as a Sales Manager for a UK manufacturing company. I’d built my own team from scratch — seven salespeople I’d personally recruited, five men and two women. This was back when video calls were still something of a novelty, and the way we did things was face-to-face. You’d travel, you’d sit across from a new client, shake hands, read the room. That’s just how it was. I was
Read moreA Fictional Story by FunReality5953. I’d been seeing Dr. Claire Voss for about six months. She came highly recommended—a specialist in intimacy and sexual confidence issues, with a tidy office in a converted townhouse in Utrecht. The building was elegant, all exposed brick and tall windows, with a small waiting room at the front and her private office at the back. Professional. Quiet. Safe. I needed safe. My problem—my “little” problem, as I’d taken to calling it in sessions—had been
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