A 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 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 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 moreAn SPH Confession by Danny Piccolo. I started a new job in a new town and was still getting settled into my new apartment, new neighborhood, new car, new co-workers, and all the other newness that comes with a move across the country. The new job was in a tall downtown tower, which I was not used to at all, coming from a small midwestern two-light town. This new place was like a city within a city. There were restaurants,
Read moreA Fictional gay SPH Story by CagedPP2000. The bass thrummed through the concrete floor, a deep, electronic pulse that vibrated up through the soles of expensive leather boots. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, poppers, and polished leather. It was the kind of place where the darkness tasted like iron and lust. Men moved through the cavernous space—some clad in full rubber, others in nothing but jockstraps and harnesses. Rings glinted from nipples, and heavy collars encircled
Read moreA Gay SPH Fictional Story by Just_Dirt8509. I’ve known Dave for close to six years now. We met at the local pub—the kind of place with sticky wooden tables, a jukebox that only plays 80s rock, and the same dozen regulars every Friday night. He was a plumber going through the early stages of a marriage that was quietly falling apart, and I was… well, I was just some guy who liked a pint after work and didn’t mind listening
Read moreA Gay/Sissy SPH Fictional Story by SissifiedMe00. The bedroom door swung open with a casual shove, a gust of hallway air stirring the cheap, frilly curtains. Dan was halfway through pulling a black lace teddy over his head when he froze, the delicate fabric bunched around his ears like a spiderweb collapsing. In the doorway stood Tyler, his best friend since freshman year, holding a six-pack of cheap beer. His grin, usually reserved for sharing sports highlights, was slowly unhinging
Read moreA Gay Fictional SPH Story by RogerTheDodger88. The lights of the police interrogation room hummed overhead as Daniel sat in the metal chair, his hands cuffed in front of him. His heart pounded against his ribs. He’d been pulled from his apartment just twenty minutes ago—two officers at his door, reading him his rights before he could even process what was happening. “Indecent exposure,” Detective Morrison said, sliding a folder across the table. “Three separate incidents. Women identified you from
Read moreA Fictional Gay SPH Story by AllDaySucker-2222. Wesley pulled into the gravel lot behind the abandoned warehouse, his heart already pounding in his chest. The neon sign flickered above the side entrance—a crude arrow pointing down the stairs. Adult Video Booths. Gloryholes Open. He checked his watch, just after midnight. Perfect timing. His tiny cock—barely two inches hard—strained against his underwear as he climbed out of his car. Three other vehicles sat parked in the shadows. Wesley’s mouth watered. He
Read moreA Gay Fictional SPH Story by TeeneeCat22. Kyle had been doing this for months now. His heart pounded as he hit “send” on another message to a stunning guy he’d matched with on Grindr. His profile was perfect—faceless torso shots showing his lean, toned body, and then those photos. The ones he’d downloaded from Reddit, cropped and filtered to look authentic. An absolutely massive cock, thick and veiny, at least eight inches hard. His actual dick? Maybe three inches on
Read moreA Gay Fictional SPH Story by UrinalBoy19. I’m nineteen, and I have a confession about the night I missed four full innings of a playoff game because a dozen strangers spent an hour playing with my dick. Some background, so you understand what I was walking into that night: I’m a small guy all over. Five-foot-six, a hundred and thirty pounds soaking wet, and the family trait that haunts me most is between my legs. Soft, I’m about an inch
Read moreA Gay Fictional SPH Story by LilPP33. Colin parked where the trailhead sign used to be, engine off, cock already leaking. Not that anyone would call it a cock. Soft, it was an inch of foreskin-shrouded nothing, tucked against his sac like it was hiding from the world. Hard—which it was now, straining against his nylon shorts—it stood a proud two inches, thin as a thumb, with a flushed little head no bigger than an acorn. He was thirty-four years
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 Gay Fictional Story by captain144. Mr and Mrs Stroud, of 119, Laurel Lane, smiled smugly at each other as they took their seats in the half-full auditorium. This was the third weekend in a row that their son, Damien, had participated in the Regional Finals of the South Eastern Boxing Championship. He had sailed through the early rounds and had numerous bouts under his belt. As far as his parents were concerned, there was no chance that their “ickle
Read moreA Gay/Sissy SPH Story by Dicky27. This story takes place in Atlanta. There are three people in this story- Callum Cole a eighteen year old white boy, five feet six, slim build, and four inch cock. Jake Brown forty year old black man, six feet tall, muscular, with a ten-inch cock. Lester Brown nineteen year old son of Jake, six feet tall, slim, with a nine-inch cock. This story starts when Callum finds himself facing eviction from his flat. Callum
Read moreA Fictional Story by subliminalmassage. Marcus grabbed a handful of my long auburn hair, pulling me down onto his dick as he fucked me deep. My tits rattled in rhythm to his thrusts, almost hitting me in the face as I looked down at Tiny’s locked, poor neglected dicklet. Daddy was taking me from behind, as my cuck obediently treated my clit like butterscotch. I was hurtling towards the edge again. Marcus’s abs rippled in the mirror, his smooth brown
Read moreA Fictional Story by MinimusPuck. Friday… With his wife out of town on business for the weekend, it was the perfect opportunity, and Andrew knew it. He hadn’t done it often, only a handful of times, but even though he couldn’t, the thought of it was almost always on his mind. But he knew it was simply too great a risk ever to take so wantonly. Wearing panties always felt like committing a crime, and the scene had to be
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
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