A Fictional Story by SissyDad. I was in the bedroom with the door cracked, my fist wrapped around my pitiful four-inch hard-on, jerking fast to a silent video on my phone. The shame already had my face burning because even fully hard I barely filled my hand. I didn’t hear footsteps over my own panting. The door swung open. My eighteen-year-old son stood there, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, home from college a day early. I froze, cock twitching
Read moreA Fictional Story by Shadykingcolor. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. Here we were on the nude beach of Gran Canaria. My wife in a lacy one-piece, and me in my birthday suit and a chastity cage. “Are we actually doing this?” I asked her. “What do you mean? What’s wrong?” Kimberly looked over, one eyebrow raised. “You look anxious.” “Well, that’s because I am!” “Why? It was on your bucket list after
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by HarryWrites. Insecurity, it’s a funny little thing. By all means, this story will be bizarre but not unheard of, or perhaps it will be normal. Whatever the case, this is just me letting my thoughts out and saying my truth, so to speak. My boyfriend and I have been together for coming up on three years, and never in my life have I felt more loved and accepted. It’s interesting that when you live a
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Ok_Vanilla1275. I don’t know what possessed me to linger in that locker room as long as I did, but when I think back on it now, I can still feel the damp heat of the air, the buzz of the fluorescent lights, the faint chemical smell of cheap gym soap and sweat. And I can still see him—standing there at the mirror by the urinals, completely naked, completely unbothered, with that enormous slab of soft cock
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by Urangal. Dean had been holding his piss for forty miles, and by the time he swung into the rest stop, his bladder was a hot fist. The bathroom reeked of bleach and stale urine, fluorescent light buzzing over cracked tile. He walked to the long metal trough, unzipped, and fished out his soft little cock—barely two inches of pale flesh and a tight pair of balls. He heard boots on wet tile a second before
Read moreA Fictional Story by Sass4bass “Black or red one?” Kayla asked. The red one was shorter and clung. I already knew which one she would choose. “Red,” I said. She smiled and packed the red dress in the suitcase. My wife and I were packing for my college reunion over the weekend. She was excited to see where I studied and people I went to college with. Ten years into marriage, Kayla still took my breath away. Regular Pilates and
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by Richard_Gilliam. My best friend Tim and I grew up together in the Philadelphia area. We were a bit of an odd-looking pair since I was always one of the tallest in our grade and was given the nickname “Big Rick” Johnson. Tim Frank was one of the shortest and was called “Little Timmy.” Nevertheless, we were inseparable. Of course, we’re older now, in our mid-thirties, and the nicknames have faded away, so we’re just Rick
Read moreAn SPH Experience by thisiscinemattie. The invitation had been vague about what exactly would happen at the party. “CFNM social,” it read. “Clothed Female, Nude Male. All male guests must arrive prepared to disrobe upon entry. No exceptions.” I’d been to a few gatherings like this before—mostly just mingling, maybe some light teasing, nothing too intense. But this one felt different the moment I walked through the door. A woman in her thirties with auburn hair and a clipboard checked
Read moreThe original story by hotpastdawn. This conclusion was written by Camwhore1 Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. ***** Part 3: The Final Prescription… One month later, my office after dark. The vials are lined up on my desk like fragile little soldiers. Twelve of them. Each filled with Edward’s thin, watery ejaculate, carefully dated, logged with the obsessiveness of a boy who has never had any control over his own body. I flip through the notebook while he
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by HappyCamper66. The fire crackled, orange sparks spiraling into the black pines. Four tents ringed the clearing, their zippers half-open, sleeping bags kicked into messy piles. We’d been passing joints and a bottle of cheap whiskey for hours. Everyone was drunk, stoned, and loose—laughing too loud, touching too freely. The summer air smelled like pine sap, bug spray, and spilled beer. I was sitting on a log next to my girlfriend, Carla. She wore cutoffs and
Read moreA Fictional Story by EunuchSupreme. Cal’s hands trembled as he filled out the final page of the intake packet. The plastic clipboard felt slick with sweat. Nurse Odette—tall, sharp-boned, with a severe black bun—stood over him, tapping a pen against her lower lip. “Initial here,” she said, pointing to a dense paragraph with the tip of her nail. “And here. And the box on page seven.” He scrawled his initials without reading. He’d already signed a dozen similar forms. Penile
Read moreA Fictional Story by Naked&Afraid. The air in the park was cooling, the last orange smear of sunset fading behind the treeline. He had thought the park was empty. He’d stripped down behind the rhododendron bushes, folded his clothes on a bench, and gone wandering through the grass with his heart pounding and his skin prickling. It was a stupid risk—a dare from an online forum, a thrill he couldn’t explain. And then he heard voices. Five college-aged women came
Read moreA Gay SPH Experience by ShameSudden6275. The notification pinged at 2 AM, and I rolled over in bed, phone glowing in the dark. Another message from him—the cute nerdy guy I’d been chatting with in the Discord server. We’d migrated to DMs about an hour ago, and things were heating up fast. I’d noticed him in the server before. Twenty-two, a little soft around the middle in the best way, glasses that made him look perpetually innocent, and this shy
Read moreA Gay/Sissy Fictional story by CampNot07. Danny had always been small. Not just in stature—though at five-foot-five and barely a hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet, he wasn’t exactly imposing. No, Danny’s real inadequacy hung between his legs, a sad little nub that had refused to grow past three inches even at full mast. He’d spent his teenage years avoiding gym class showers, his college years avoiding intimacy altogether, and his adult years… well, his adult years had led him
Read moreA Fictional Story by FriendsWithoutBenefits. Owen could feel his own heartbeat in his ears as he stood naked in the middle of the bedroom. His tiny prick—if it even deserved the word—was trying its hardest to stand at attention, but it barely cleared the top of his balls. Two and a half inches on a good day. Tonight wasn’t a good day. Bianca circled him slowly, wearing nothing but a black lace bra and a predatory smile. The riding crop
Read moreA Fictional SPH Story by Cucked33. Tom’s hands shook as Amber zipped up her dress. She caught his eye in the mirror and smiled—not kind, but pleased. “Owen will be here in ten minutes. Remember what you agreed to.” Tom swallowed. “Yes. I want to watch you with a real man. I know my little dick can’t please you.” “Little?” Amber turned, walked to him, and palmed the front of his jeans. Her fingers found the soft, barely-there lump. She
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. The gin and tonic sweated a cold ring onto the coaster. He traced it with his fingertip, watching the condensation bleed into the cardboard. Across the table, the woman he’d married seven years ago was laughing at something the man beside her had just said. Her head was tilted back, throat exposed, the sound bright and genuine in a way he hadn’t heard from her in months. He didn’t know the man’s name. Didn’t want
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by Past_Shoe_6242. It started, like most disasters do, with a laugh. Jamie and I had been friends since secondary school—the kind of friends who could talk about anything, or so I thought. We’d drifted into the subject of SPH late one night, both of us a few drinks in, the conversation taking turns I never expected. At first it was almost academic, the way we discussed it. Theoretical. Like we were analyzing some abstract concept rather
Read moreAn SPH Experience by SatisfactionWise6495. There’s something primal about watching a guy just take it out. Not for sex. Not because he has to. Just whipping out a big soft dick because he can — because he knows exactly what happens to a room when he does. I’ve seen it maybe a dozen times, and it never stops working on me, because I know it’s a move I could never pull. My dick soft is barely an inch. It doesn’t
Read moreA Gay SPH Experience by quelz44. I’ve always known I was small. Not just below average — small. My dick is about three inches hard, maybe three and a half on a good day, and thin enough that I can wrap my thumb and index finger around it and touch. My balls are tiny too, tight against my body most of the time, the whole package looking like it never quite finished growing. I’m 32 years old, and I’ve spent
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