By temptationsandleftovers. Noah was a cocky guy. He was a giant at 6’5″ and built. He loved lifting weights. He was often compared to Alan Ritchison, as if they could be twins. Girls loved his muscles; they were big. His arms, his pecs, his thighs, and even his ass. He loved eating girls out; he was so good with his tongue. There was one area where Noah wasn’t cocky, and that was his cock. His cock was small and looked
Read moreBy SmallPPGuy. Read Part 1 Here. ***** Part 2… The staff lounge door clicked shut, sealing Phil in a silence that felt louder than any noise. Ms. Vance didn’t sit down. She stood over him, arms crossed, studying him with the detached focus of a predator sizing up prey. Phil’s hands instinctively moved toward his lap, but she stopped him with a single sharp word. “Don’t.” His hands froze mid-air, then fell to his sides. The cage felt heavier now,
Read moreBy SunshineLollipop. Read Part 1 Here! ***** Part 2: The Blacksmith’s Apprentice The morning sun cast long shadows through the smithy as Rhaenyra and Alicent lingered near the market square, pretending to examine a stall of woven baskets. Their eyes, however, were fixed on the broad-shouldered young man pumping the bellows at the forge. Thomas, the blacksmith’s apprentice, was a mountain of muscle—thick arms, a barrel chest, and a jaw that could cut glass. He moved with the easy confidence
Read moreAn SPH Experience by thetiltedknitters. Since coming out to my wife about wanting her to do SPH on me, we’ve been having some fun with it. I started asking about her exes and how much bigger they were than me, and she always focuses on the guy she was with right before we got together. She’d tell me about how much bigger he was and how full and stretched he made her feel. She would tell me about him while
Read moreBy Storywriter123ME. Read Part 1 Here ***** Part 2… Jessie shot up from the bed in the unfamiliar motel room, confused. She scanned the room, her eyes growing wide as the bright light of mid-day peaked through the drawn curtains. She winced in pain as her body shifted towards her phone on the nightstand. A dull ache radiated through her forearms and shoulders, the pain receptors in her brain begging for rest and peace, even as she felt a strange
Read moreBy atlflirt. The sun’s first rays peeped through the curtain, illuminating the room in a soft, golden glow. I blinked my eyes open, still feeling the haze of the night before. As the events replayed in my mind, a mix of embarrassment, excitement, and dread washed over me. My chastity device, cold and unyielding, reminded me of the new reality I was living. Jackie was already awake beside me, her hair cascading over the pillow, her face turned away. I
Read moreBy Cuck_Anonymous. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of the Wrights’ bedroom, casting a hazy golden glow over his slumbering form. At just 23 years old, he was an accountant at a small firm in a quiet suburban town, diligently working towards the dreams he and his wife had envisioned for themselves. He stirred slightly in his sleep, his short blonde hair tousled as he shifted under the sheets. “Charlie, it’s time to wake up,” Jessica cooed gently
Read moreBy Vizzini83. Jeremy Claven is not a tough-looking guy by any means. The poor lad has a delicate and almost feminine appearance, his slender frame accentuated by an awkward posture that suggests both vulnerability and introspection. His dirty blonde hair falls in unkempt waves around his face, framing large, expressive blue eyes that often seem to be lost in thought behind wide-rimmed, blue frames. Despite his fragile look, however, there’s also an intensity in his gaze that hints at the
Read moreBy goodpubliclover. I’d been training for the San Francisco Marathon for months. Not just the running part—mentally preparing myself for what I was about to do. When I signed up, I checked the box that said I’d be participating in the “clothing optional” wave. Some people wear normal running gear. Some wear costumes. Some wear nothing at all. I decided to go naked. It wasn’t about exhibitionism, exactly. It was about facing something. About saying, “This is me, take it
Read moreBy KevObeys. Chapter 1 My girlfriend, Kate, and I had been dating for about a year when she first began to discover her kinks. She had dated a few guys before me, but nothing long-term or as serious as our relationship. We were both 28, and neither of us had much sexual experience despite having very high sex drives. She was always eager to try new things and loved watching porn. She called it “doing research”. Kate would often show
Read moreBy TinySmalls1138. This is a story about something mean I did to a good friend of mine. In my defense, he absolutely had it coming. My name is Damien, and I have a friend named Jason who is usually really cool. That’s until he gets around women he’s into. He turns into a total douchebag. He’ll start showing off, bragging about the high-paying job his daddy got him right out of college, and even picking on me to make himself
Read moreAn SPH Experience by PrivateSmall. I’ve always known I wasn’t hung. Not from the moment I hit puberty—actually, I think I knew even before then. I’d see other boys in locker rooms, even at twelve, with these soft, swinging things that looked like they belonged on a man, and then I’d look down at my own little button, barely a nub, and I’d feel that weird mix of dread and curiosity. But I didn’t let it stop me. I wanted
Read moreBy MinimumSiz3. It started with a text from my girlfriend, Elana: Yvonne’s boyfriend, Craig, is coming into town this weekend. Long-distance thing. She wants to do a small hangout, just the four of us. No parties. You in? I was in. Craig went to a school three hours away. We’d never met, but Yvonne talked about him constantly—how tall he was, how athletic, how they’d been together since high school. I didn’t think much of it. I was just excited
Read moreBy Storywriter123ME. “Ahh, Ohio in Winter,” Barry Harrell crowed condescendingly as he pulled the rental car into a freshly painted parking spot outside the nicer-than-he-expected complex, its walkway looking slick as a fresh coat of snow hid the embankments. He forced a smile at a bundled-up, passing senior couple before rolling his eyes as he turned towards his long-time girlfriend, cracking a smile back at him. “This place sucks,” he grumbled. He and Jessie had been together for four years
Read moreBy CalMaple. BUZZZ! BUZZZ! BUZZZ! I begrudgingly grabbed my phone to silence the vibrating alarm. I never used the ringer for two reasons: first, the programmed sound made me feel like I was going to vomit, and second, having an audible alarm go off in a room with someone else sleeping would be a major asshole move. My phone confirmed that it was indeed 3 a.m. Only three weeks ago, an alarm that early would’ve been a once-in-a-blue-moon event –
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. Artega stepped off the stage, the last notes of Verdi’s Aida still lingering in the air as the thunderous applause washed over him like a wave. His broad shoulders, still clad in the perfectly tailored tuxedo, resonated with the rich baritone of his voice. The grand theater, with its golden balconies and ornate chandeliers, seemed to glow in celebration of his triumph–but his mind was already elsewhere. The applause faded behind his thoughts, replaced by a sharper, more
Read moreBy SmutWriterAI. Robbie stood at the front of the lecture hall, his palms slick with sweat as he adjusted the beaker on the lab bench. Thirty pairs of eyes watched him—fellow students from his advanced organic chemistry seminar, some bored, some curious. Professor Juanita Rodriguez leaned against her desk at the side, arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Alright, everyone,” Robbie said, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat. “So, uh, I’ve been working on a
Read moreBy Whiteboiwife. Part 1: Alex Becomes the Example Coach Carter sighed heavily as he stood in front of his college sex education class. He stood perfectly still in thought, his heavy, hairy frame held firmly on his size 14 feet. As he looked over the room of 18-year-old men, the class bell rang overhead. Taking a moment as the class continued to chatter, the gruff, 50-year-old, burly man looked down at the desk where he had set the education notice.
Read moreBy SmallShyGuy. I had always considered myself straight. That is, until a short while after I turned nineteen, when I began to question this firmly held belief. Up until that point, I had never had any sexual thoughts towards any men, real or imaginary. I had only a couple of sexual encounters under my belt. The first was with a high school girlfriend, whom I dated until I was eighteen, and the second was with a friend I made later
Read moreAn SPH Experience by StillDebate8514. I was nineteen when I started university, fresh out of high school and ready to reinvent myself. I’d always been athletic, so I jumped straight into the sports scene—swimming, dancing, and a bit of rugby. The dorm I lived in was co-ed, but I ended up rooming with a guy named Callum, who was also on the swim team. He was cool, friendly, and we got along fine. The first few weeks were a blur
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