A 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 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 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 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 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
Read moreA Fictional Story by BetaMan22. Part One: The Gym Locker Room It hits me the moment I see him. Not gradually. Not over time. Immediately. Like a punch to the gut that spreads upward into my chest, tightening everything it touches. I’m standing at my locker, towel around my waist, and he walks in from the showers. Six-foot-two, maybe six-three. Shoulders like a doorway. Chest like a shield. And between his legs—swinging with every step, heavy and thick, the kind
Read moreA Fictional Story by Shot_Lemon4985. My wife’s name is Brenna. I want to start with that, because everything that follows is about her — about what she knew, what she didn’t know, what she learned, and what she did with what she learned. She’s the center of this story, even though it’s really about me. About my dick. About the thing between my legs that I’ve spent my entire adult life trying not to think about and that she —
Read moreA Fictional Story by belted and teased. My name is Dan. I am living in an awkward situation that actually works really well, and I managed to make it even more… unique. More about that as the story progresses. Like many more men than folks realize, I have a male chastity, orgasm denial fetish. And, like many men, the fantasies have been unexperienced because I was afraid sharing them with my wife would blow up my marriage. I figured at
Read moreAn SPH Experience by No-Specialist-1. Germany does nudity differently. I don’t mean that as a joke or a throwaway observation. I mean it as a structural and cultural fact that shapes how you experience your own body in public spaces. In Germany, every major public swimming pool—the municipal ones, the ones run by the city, the ones where families go on weekends—has a separate sauna area. And in that sauna area, nudity isn’t optional. It’s mandatory. Not in the “no
Read moreA Fictional Story by GretaLarkin. The last thing Glenn said to me before we got out of the car was that he still did not see why Tess had to come. He said it pleasantly. He always said everything pleasantly. Four hours from the airport, and he waited until the engine was off and the trunk was open before he said it, so that if I reacted, I would be the one making a scene in a parking lot. “She’s
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