A Fictional Story by InternationalDig4268. I’ve never been the kind of guy who pretends, not about money, not about my job, not about my body. I’m forty-six years old, moderately overweight, going bald in a way I’ve stopped fighting, and I have a four-inch cock. Hard. That’s the number. Four inches. I measured it years ago with a ruler pressed against my pubic bone because I’d read online that’s how you’re supposed to do it, and I wanted at least
Read moreA Fictional Story by blake1. [v.sharma] Hey bug! [ElevatedWit] Hello. What’s up? [v.sharma] I messaged you on ig but idk if you saw it? Connor told me you’re looking for a roommate! [ElevatedWit] Yes, I am. And I don’t use Instagram very often. I have better things to do with my time than look at photos of people I don’t care about. [v.sharma] ahaha, so true. all you need is Discord 😎 im back in Canada at the end of
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Adventurous-Door-704. The summer after graduation is a strange stretch of time. You’re not a kid anymore, not really, but you’re not quite an adult either. You’re suspended in this limbo where everything feels like it matters enormously, and nothing is permanent yet. Every moment feels like it could be the beginning of something or the end of something, and you won’t know which until later. Our lake was nothing special. Every town has one—the local swimming
Read moreA Fictional Story by limpshrimp83. The bus ride up was loud. Thirty-something guys packed into those sticky vinyl seats, windows cracked because the air conditioning barely worked, everyone shouting over each other about nothing in particular. Someone had brought a portable speaker and was playing music that the bus driver kept telling him to turn down. It smelled like Axe body spray and cafeteria sandwiches people had smuggled in their backpacks. Typical. It was a three-day field trip for our
Read moreA Fictional Story by RandyKneeling. “Please come in, Becky. We were just into our second cup after breakfast. Norman, look who I ran into on her morning walk.” It was our attractive, if conservatively understated neighbor, who lived two houses down in our quiet little subdivision. Becky, who, unbeknownst to her, was the frequent star of my late-night fantasies. And thanks to my wife’s recently cultivated verbal talents and prodding questions, those fantasies were now as familiar to Carla as
Read moreAn SPH Experience by EgonOlsen1925. The hotel room smelled like cheap cologne, beer, and the kind of reckless energy that only a bachelor party weekend can produce. Six of us had crammed into Rob’s room—Rob being the groom, our mate since uni, the reason we’d all shelled out for train tickets and a dodgy Airbnb on the outskirts of Leeds. There was Rob himself, nursing a pint like it was his last supper. Then there was Tom, the loud one,
Read moreA Fictional Story by softiemikayla. I’d been flirting with Caleb for three weeks. We met at a friend’s birthday party — he was friends with the birthday girl’s boyfriend, I was friends with the birthday girl. We’d ended up next to each other at the cramped dining room table, our knees bumping under the cheap IKEA furniture, and he’d made me laugh so hard I snorted wine through my nose. He was cute. Not in a conventional way — he
Read moreA Fictional Story by Wankerino. Part 1… Miss Cynthia Remington reclined in her tall red leather-clad throne. She was a pimp… among other things… and ran a highly immoral prostitution ring… and it paid her very well… Sex sells. It was the way of the world… and her Master understood it better than anyone… She was 45 but looked like she was in her early 20s. She was tall, slim, and white with long blonde hair and piercing green eyes.
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. In my early twenties, I ran with a pretty tight crew. We’d all met in college and stuck around the same city after graduating, renting houses a few blocks apart and spending most weekends at someone’s apartment, drinking until sunrise. There was this one guy, Brandon, who I’d known since sophomore year. Tall, broad-shouldered, played rugby. He had this habit—especially after a few beers—of bringing up his dick in conversation. It wasn’t subtle. We’d be
Read moreA Gay SPH Experience by James. I lived in NYC back in the 1970s. I was 16 years old the first time I visited a Gay Black bathhouse in Harlem. It was called Mt. Morris Baths. I remember all the bodegas sold poppers for $1.00, and Vaseline was the lube of choice. The rooms were for 12 hours and cost around $10.00; lockers were $4.00.I was a bit nervous the first time. When I checked in, the guy at the
Read moreA Fictional Story by Bienbyswitch. “Take your clothes off.” M grinned from the sofa as I stood in front of her. She’s a smoking hot goth girl. Neon green bob haircut, tattoos, piercings, my dream girl. We had met at a kink club 2 and a half years ago, and both being switches, our sex and kink life is always evolving. “Lie down.” There was the look in her eye that I couldn’t help but obey. The vulnerability of her
Read moreA Fictional Story by limpshrimp83. I never planned on seeing my coworker half-naked. I definitely never planned on standing there with my mouth open, staring at her cock like some kind of idiot. But that’s what happened. And honestly? It might’ve been the best thing that ever happened to me at work. Let me back up. Her name is Robin. She sits three desks over from mine in the marketing department, and she’s the kind of woman you notice but
Read moreA Fictional Story by Smallnub24. The steam hit me first — thick, wet, heavy in my lungs — and then the heat, rolling over me in layers as I climbed to the upper bench. That’s always been my thing. I like the sauna hot. The kind of heat where your skin prickles, your breath goes shallow, and your body starts sweating within thirty seconds. The upper bench is closer to the ceiling and the heat source, and that’s where I
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 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 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
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