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 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 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 gerrberr. The door closed behind him as Raj entered the house. It was larger than expected, with a luxurious design. He stood in the foyer and greeted his hosts, nervousness creeping up on him. Raj didn’t know what to expect when he replied to the ad, but it definitely wasn’t this. They were beautiful. Marcus was tall and broad-shouldered, his silver-streaked hair giving him a distinguished look. Eleanor was so beautiful and radiant that it made
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 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 moreA Gay SPH Confession by naturelad1234. It was one of those days where the horniness hit like a fever. I’d woken up hard, stayed hard through my shower, and by noon I’d rubbed one out just to function—and it did absolutely nothing. I was still pacing my apartment with a chub swinging in my sweatpants, thinking about getting fucked so hard I’d forget my own name. So I did what any reasonable gay man does when his hole starts making
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 SPH Experience by Successful_Club9293. Last night I did something I’d been nervously building up to for weeks—I finally went to a gay bathhouse downtown. I’d heard stories, watched porn, imagined what it would be like to walk around in nothing but a towel among men who were all there for the same reason. My dick is about three and a half inches hard, and pretty thin. I’ve always known it was small. Porn made that obvious enough. But
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 eviltwin52. Ever have a secret you wanted to keep private? Sometimes even as you discreetly go about satisfying your secret deviant desires, your hidden world comes crashing down on you. I glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching as I gently tapped on my neighbor’s door. The coast was clear. And I heard my sexy man friend call out for me to come in. Mr. Johnson was sitting in his recliner wearing
Read moreA Gay SPH Experience by SH39. I should’ve known what I was walking into. My buddy Theo had been talking about this night for weeks—some gay club downtown that does sex party nights once a month. The kind of thing where the back room has slings, and the lighting is red, and nobody’s pretending they’re there for the music. He’d gone once before and came back with stories that made me jerk off for three days straight. So when he
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