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 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 moreAn SPH Experience by laprats. So look, I’m not going to sit here and pretend I’m packing anything impressive. I’ve known since high school that I’m on the smaller side. Not freakishly tiny or anything, but definitely below average — about four inches hard, and soft? Forget about it. It basically disappears into my pubes. That’s why I drive forty-five minutes out of my way to this particular K spa. It’s far enough from where I live that the odds
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 Gay SPH Fictional Story by Tarastian. I want to be clear about something upfront: before Dylan moved in, I was normal. Not in every way—I had my kinks, like anyone—but in the ways that mattered. I was a guy with a decent sex life, a healthy sense of confidence, and no particular obsession with the size of my own cock. I’d had girlfriends who seemed satisfied. I’d had one-night stands who came back for seconds. I wasn’t Casanova, but
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 moreA Fictional Story by Cuklife. The deck was dimly lit and humid, with the distant smell of the marsh carrying on the warm breeze a thick, heavy air that stuck to the back of the neck like warm grease. Already 10:45 PM. The dinner party we had thrown had started at 3 PM, and it had thinned out hours ago. All that was left behind was the blue glow of the pool and the wet ring impressions of glass bottoms
Read moreAn SPH Experience by SimplyWaste2. I’m twenty-nine now. I sit in a cubicle five days a week, under fluorescent lights, answering emails and attending meetings that could have been emails instead. Normal office job. Normal life. Nobody at work knows what I carry inside me. Nobody knows that sometimes, in the middle of a perfectly ordinary afternoon, a memory hits me like a punch to the stomach and I lose my breath for a second. This story is from my
Read moreA Fictional Story by Danny Piccolo. I stared at a whirlwind of leaves spiraling in the soft breeze in a darkened roof corner atop a small hotel situated far enough from the beach to feel completely isolated, yet close enough to hear the surf delicately hit the shore. The sight transfixed me. I was stoned. We had gone to the roof to take in the night air and smoke a small doobie. Icebreaker: Where do you live? How long are
Read moreAn SPH Experience by VaderSomething. I’d known I was small for as long as I could remember. Not tiny, exactly—not at first. More like… underwhelming. A disappointment waiting to be measured. But it was on a secluded beach in Greece that the reality of it finally crashed over me, cold and unforgiving. I was working on a Greek island that summer, doing the usual backpacker hospitality circuit. My girlfriend, Kendra, and I had hooked up with another couple through the
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by ChiveringBeta. I’d been thinking about going for months. Venus Berlin — the big sex and kink convention in Germany. I’d seen videos from past years, read forum posts, scrolled through photos. People walking around in latex, leather, nothing at all. Stall after stall of toys, gear, performances. And the autograph sessions. Rows of pornstars and fan site models sitting behind tables, smiling, posing, signing things for fans. It was the kind of event I’d always
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. I should start by saying I know how this sounds. I know that what I did was pathetic, invasive, and deeply fucked up. I know that a normal person doesn’t follow another man to his gym, pay for a day pass, and loiter in a locker room just to catch a glimpse of his cock. I know all of that. But normal people don’t have a micropenis. Normal people don’t spend every waking hour of
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Odd_Lifeguard7885. This happened a couple of years ago, but I still replay it in my mind more often than I’d like to admit. One of my good female friends from college, let’s call her Rachel, moved to the same city as me about three years ago. She’d gotten married a year before that to a guy named Tony, and I’d met him a handful of times at weddings and parties. He was always quiet, a little
Read moreA Fictional Story by PattyJune500. Father-Son Hit Nude Beach for Tits, Ass Treat. Barry felt his only son, Benjamin, now age 19, was ready for the treat he and his father had enjoyed immensely 30 years ago — going to the nude beach to spot some cute girls showing their tits, asses, and shaven and trimmed pussies. Father Barry remembered the excitement when he saw the first several naked women cavorting on the beach among so many clothed men, almost
Read moreA Gay SPH Experience by donges69x. I’m thirty-four, a married bear, and my husband and I have always been open about our kinks. We love talking about sex with strangers, comparing notes, sharing fantasies. And for years, we’d been curious about the gay bar on the edge of town—the one with the glory holes in the back, the private rooms, and the reputation for being a place where anything could happen. Last month, we finally worked up the nerve to
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Professional_Leg7886 I’m twelve years old, standing under the spray of a lukewarm shower in the camp’s open bathhouse. The room is tiled in pale blue, with eight showerheads jutting out from the walls, no stalls, no curtains—just a big, wet rectangle where a dozen boys rinse off after pool time. The air smells like chlorine and cheap soap. I remember this place from before, two summers ago, when I was ten and everything was just fun
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