A Fictional Story by MaraJones95. I woke up to the sound of a moving truck backing into my neighbor’s driveway. I’d fallen asleep on the couch again, cold pizza and a half-drunken beer on the table in front of me. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I walked to the window and peered through the curtains to catch a glimpse of my new neighbor. She was a little taller than average, with straight blonde hair that was brown at its
Read moreA Fictional Story by MileBiGuy. Most of this is true, and closely based on real experiences I shared with a girl I once dated. We’d been fucking for a good 15 minutes or so, and it… just wasn’t working. I was having trouble feeling much sensation because my hard cock felt like it was just floating in warm butter. Nice, but not enough. Even Stephanie flexing her Kegel-enhanced pelvic muscles wasn’t making a difference. And I could see the frustration
Read moreA 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 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 Weak_Double2486. The whole evening had been pretty uneventful, honestly. Tyler and I had been playing video games in his basement for hours—just the two of us, controllers in hand, screens glowing in the dark. His parents were away for the weekend, which was the only reason this sleepover was even happening. I was sixteen, he was seventeen, and we’d been best friends since middle school. His older sister Cassidy was home too—she was nineteen, home from
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. 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 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
Read moreA Fictional Story by Obvious-Builder-9857. I didn’t want to be at this party. Let me make that crystal clear from the jump. My dorm room had a perfectly good bed, a perfectly good laptop, and a perfectly good plan to spend my Friday night doing absolutely nothing that required pants. But Jacob — six-foot-two, built like a frat president, incapable of understanding that some people enjoy solitude — had other ideas. He literally stood in my doorway and refused to
Read moreAn SPH Experience by NenGuten. My name is Mika. I need to say that upfront because this story is about me—about a version of me that existed a few years ago, before I understood what I am, before I had words for the thing that lives between my legs and the way it shapes every interaction I have with other men. This is a story about a very shy Mika who went to a gay sauna in Vienna for the
Read moreA Fictional Story by juncobu. Once upon a time, there was a Jock. He was tall and handsome, with dreamy eyes and a short-cropped beard that accentuated his strong jaw. At nearly thirty years old, he still spent long hours at the gym to keep the hard, muscular body he’d developed as a college athlete. But the Jock had a dark secret: he had a very, very small penis. Below his tight abs, between his bulging quads, right where a
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