A 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. 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 NotTheBestMan. I remember the exact date. Late September. The kind of night where the air has just started to turn, and you can feel autumn creeping in, but nobody’s ready to admit it yet. My friend Tom — a few years older than me, the kind of guy who’d always been ahead in everything — was getting married in three weeks. I’d known him since I was nineteen. He was one of those natural leaders people
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by CamWhore1. The invitation had been clear: dress as your favorite famous musician. Most people would probably go as something safe—Elvis, Bowie, maybe Freddie Mercury. But I’d always had a flair for the dramatic, and Alice Cooper felt like the perfect choice. The androgynous menace, the theatrical makeup, the tight leather. I’d spent two hours getting ready. The shoulder-length black wig had been expensive, but it fell perfectly, framing my face in a way that made
Read moreA Fictional Story by CamWhore1. The party was winding down when Luke caught my eye across the kitchen. I’d known him for almost two years—he was one of Rodney’s friends, one of the guys who’d been around during the entirety of my miserable eight-month relationship with my ex. He’d always been friendly, but there was something different in the way he looked at me tonight. Something hungry. I hadn’t planned on going home with anyone. But three months of single
Read moreA Fictional Story by bothways123. What led to last night started years ago. We’d been happily married for 20+ years. We were a mirror of the old cliché – sex was good at the start; kids and life changed that. I was bored, looking for new adventures; she was reluctant. I finally convinced her to try chastity and FemDom. It was a slow start until one particular night. I guess your husband licking his cum from your pussy until you
Read moreA Fictional Story by CamWhore1. I never wanted to take my clothes off in front of Zayan. Not because I was shy in general—I’d changed in locker rooms plenty of times over the years. But there’s a difference between a quick shuffle of shorts and standing bare-assed in a hot room with someone who’s been your gym buddy for six months. Someone younger. Someone who already made you feel like you were playing catch-up in every other department. “It’ll be
Read moreA Fictional Story by MinimumSiz3. I need to explain how I ended up standing naked in my friend’s living room. At the same time, two girls laughed at my cock, because the path from normal Saturday night to the most humiliating moment of my life was paved with decisions that all seemed reasonable at the time. — Carl and I had been friends since the start of college. We met in orientation—assigned adjacent seats in some icebreaker seminar, bonded over
Read moreA Fictional Story by olajohn667. It started with a door I didn’t close. — A few days before everything went sideways, I came inside from the pool. It was late June, the middle of the afternoon, and I’d been swimming laps for maybe forty minutes. Nobody was home — or I thought nobody was home. My sister was supposed to be at her friend’s place. So I walked from the back door through the hallway to my bedroom, dripping chlorine
Read moreA Fictional Story by WashingtonFan. In the basement fellowship hall of Grace Community Church, twenty college-aged women sat in a semicircle of folding chairs, their conversations dropping to whispers as the door opened. Mia stood at the front. At twenty-six, she was the leader of the ladies’ fellowship, a role she took seriously with the confidence of a woman whose perfect body had already secured the kind of marriage these younger girls could only dream of. Her husband David was
Read moreAn SPH Experience by SimplyWaste2. Read Part 1: The Beach Moment I’ll Never Forget Read Part 2: The Singlet Read Part 3: The Corridor Part 4: The Notice Board… I’m twenty-nine now. I work in an office, sit in a cubicle, eat lunch at my desk, and pretend to be a normal person who had a normal college experience. Nobody here knows what happened to me. Nobody knows about the hostel, the seniors, the notice board, or the run. I
Read moreA Fictional Story by MinimusPuck. It’s a story unlikely to be believed; I hardly believe it myself sometimes. Except that it happened, and it happened to me… This must be the place, but I’m hesitant. The motor’s still running. I could just drive away now, and it’d all be a memory that never happened. Something I can forget. I’m in my junior year at university. I’m 5’11 and 160lbs. I’m lean. Not because I work out all the time, but
Read moreAn SPH Experience by SimplyWaste2. Read Part 1: The Beach Moment I’ll Never Forget Part 2… I need to tell this story. I’ve never told the full version to anyone—not the therapist I saw for three sessions in my final year before I stopped going, not the two girlfriends I’ve had since college, not even anonymously on the internet. But it happened, and it changed me, and I think if I write it down maybe it’ll stop playing on loop
Read moreA Fictional Story by True-Interest5283. I found out the way most men find out about things: their wives tell their friends—not from my wife directly, but through the slow, agonizing process of noticing that every woman in her friend group looked at me differently. Like they knew something. Because they did. — It started about four months ago. My wife, Lana, has had this monthly book club going since before we met. Six women, rotating houses, bottles of wine, cheese
Read moreA Fictional Story by One_Metal13 My job takes me to different corners of the world, a perk that has led to some unforgettable experiences. This particular incident took place during a work trip to Amsterdam, and if you have read my earlier post about my first nude beach adventure, you might recall the girl I met there. We hit it off instantly that day, our connection sparking something electric. We stayed in touch, our friendship deepening through late-night texts, steamy
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