A Fictional Story by thisguyagain74. I should start by saying I knew what I was getting into. Or at least, I thought I did. I’d been curious about nudism for a while. The freedom of it, the body positivity — or so the websites claimed. Everyone’s welcome, everyone’s accepted, nobody judges. That’s what they all said. And I believed it, mostly because I wanted to believe it. Because beneath the curiosity about the lifestyle was something else. Something I didn’t
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by Nice_Document_7299. The thing about airplanes is that you can’t leave. You can’t get up and walk away. You can’t excuse yourself to the bathroom and collect your thoughts and come back when the moment has passed, and the heat has left your face and your dick has softened inside your pants. You’re in a metal tube at thirty-five thousand feet, strapped into a seat that’s too small, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder between two people, and whatever happens
Read moreA Fictional Story by MinimusPuck. Friday… With his wife out of town on business for the weekend, it was the perfect opportunity, and Andrew knew it. He hadn’t done it often, only a handful of times, but even though he couldn’t, the thought of it was almost always on his mind. But he knew it was simply too great a risk ever to take so wantonly. Wearing panties always felt like committing a crime, and the scene had to be
Read moreAn SPH Experience by LittleJohn. Hi, my name is John. I am 18 years old and fell in with a bad crowd. I like to gamble and always seemed to lose. I had borrowed money from some of the guys, and they wanted it back. I had two ways out: take a beating from them or help them steal radios from cars. As they were bigger than me, I chose the radios. They told me it would be Friday night.
Read moreA Fictional Story by Tonyhammer5450. Tom and Stacy were in their late fifties, a solidly conservative Midwestern couple who’d been married thirty years. Both carried extra weight. Stacy’s body was soft and heavy, dominated by enormous, pendulous breasts and a massive, wide ass that jiggled with every step. Tom’s gut hung over a pubic mound so thick that his penis, when soft, simply vanished into the fat. Basically, he had an innie. When he managed an erection, it reached a
Read moreA Fictional Story by charmer949. HOW IT BEGAN “We need to talk. We can’t keep fucking like this. I have a very small vagina, and your dick is shredding me inside. It hurts.” “Well, it’s not like I’m big; I’m only five inches hard.” “Why do guys always know their dick size?” “We measure it; it’s a lifelong competition.” “If you want to compete for me, you’re gonna have to make your dick smaller.” “How about I just enter the
Read moreA Fictional Story by poutymila. He already knew. That’s the part I need to start with, because without that detail, the rest of this story sounds cruel in a way it wasn’t. He already knew he was small. He’d known before I ever saw him, before we ever slept together, before I ever had the thought that I’m about to put into words. He’d told me early on—casually, almost like a disclaimer, the way you’d mention a food allergy before
Read moreA Fictional Story by Zealousideal-Belt406. I’d been pissing too much. That’s the unglamorous truth of it. Not every story starts with desire or shame or the slow-burning ache of a fantasy waiting to surface. Some start with a prostate that’s decided to make itself known, a bladder that won’t shut up, a body that’s aging in the specific, unsexy way that sends you to a urologist at thirty-something because you’re tired of waking up three times a night to stand
Read moreA Fictional Story by Empty_Ambition5533. I should start with the online post, because that’s where this really began—not at the lake, not in the water, not with my sister’s hands on my trunks. It began with a confession I typed into the internet at two in the morning, sitting in my bedroom with the door locked, my heart pounding, my dick soft and small against my thigh like it always was when I was alone and thinking about the things
Read moreA Fictional Story by newpatek09. Everyone said it. Every guy in every class in every high school across the country has probably said it at some point: going up to do a presentation with a boner is my biggest fear. It was one of those universal teenage anxieties, like getting called on when you didn’t do the reading or tripping in the hallway in front of everyone. People joked about it casually, the way you joke about things that will
Read moreA Fictional Story by Purpleredblue415. I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who ends up sitting on a restaurant patio with four girls, talking about cock sizes — mine included — while strangers at nearby tables try not to stare. But here we are. I met these girls about a month ago through a mutual friend during Pride. We kind of just clicked. There’s Leah — loud, blunt, zero filter, the kind of person who says whatever she’s
Read moreA Gay SPH Experience by Fluid_Driver3504. I need to set the scene before I get to the worst part, because the worst part doesn’t make sense without understanding what came before it. I played baseball. Had played since I was seven, all the way through high school and then two years of JV at a Division II college before I transferred and hung it up. I wasn’t great. Decent fielder, mediocre bat, good enough to make rosters but never good
Read moreA Fictional SPH story by cocktail2inch. The ice pack had been doing its work for the better part of forty minutes, wedged inside my shorts while I power-walked the coastal trail leading to the beach. Between the cardio and the deliberate cold therapy, my dick had retreated to its absolute minimum. Not that it needed much help. Flaccid, I’m barely half an inch to begin with — a smooth little nub that sits flush against my body when conditions are
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Six months. That’s how long it’s been since I stumbled into this hole, and I can feel it getting deeper every single week. I’m twenty-seven years old, I’ve never been inside a woman, and after what the doctor did to me when I was a baby, I never will be. Not in any way that counts. The circumcision was botched. That’s the clinical term the urologist used when I finally worked up the nerve to
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. I remember the exact moment the word “micropenis” entered my life. Not as a fetish term I’d found on some late-night internet spiral, but as a clinical diagnosis spoken by a urologist who was trying very hard to be kind and failing at it. I was twenty-three. I’d avoided doctors for years — avoided anything that required me to be naked below the waist, actually. Gym class in high school had been its own circle
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Her name was Tasha, and she knew everything. Not everything in a vague, close-friend way. Everything. She knew about the chastity cage. She knew about the Venus Berlin trip. She knew about the camgirl sessions where I paid women to laugh at my dick on screen. She knew about the locker room incident, the stag party, the nude beaches. She had a folder on her phone labeled “Beta Boy Evidence” that she’d started as a
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Limpnubguy. Many years ago, I discovered by accident that Benadryl causes temporary, but very significant, shrinkage. This doesn’t work for everyone, but among the guys I have talked to who have tried it, there seems to be a success rate of about 75%. I first discovered it during a severe allergy attack. I overreacted and took three pills, 25 mg each. At this dosage, I started feeling a bit high, but I needed to go somewhere
Read moreAn SPH Experience by arabcompare3. I’m nineteen. Muslim. Living at home with my family in a house that’s never quiet and never empty. Three boys—me at nineteen, my middle brother at eight, and the youngest at two. My parents are traditional. My mother especially. She’s the kind of woman who runs the household with an iron fist wrapped in a warm smile, the kind who knows everything about everyone and shares it freely with her sisters over long phone calls
Read moreA Fictional Story by Max Swan. The fluorescent buzz of the hallway light was the only witness to Old Joe’s ritual. It was past midnight, and the apartment building had gone quiet. Joe stood outside his door in nothing but a threadbare undershirt, his pale, hairy belly hanging over the waistband of his boxers—which he’d tugged down just enough. His tiny dicklette sat there like a shy button, barely a nub, soft and pink, nestled in a patch of greying
Read moreA Fictional Story by trinosborne. Read Part 1 Here ***** Part 2… The next morning began like so many others: the same obnoxious, chirping alarm blared from Griffin’s phone, causing him to jump from his sleep. He rolled over to his nightstand and switched off the alarm, running his hands over his face. October 21 glowed on the phone’s screen. He’d had that date in the back of his mind for weeks. It almost felt unreal to see it displayed
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