A 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
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 Gayman33. One day in spring, late into my senior year, I was in my regular gym class. We, of course, changed from our regular clothes to gym clothes for class, so there were 5-10 minutes on each side of class when we were unsupervised in the locker room. There was a kid in my class named Jackson. He was a good-looking kid, if a bit awkward. About 5’8, blue eyes, dirty blonde hair (in the emo
Read moreA Gay Fictional Story by StubbyDick4. The couch springs dug into my back through the thin fabric. I shifted, pulled the shirt down over my stomach, and felt the lettering stretch across my chest — MICROPENIS CLUB – ENTRY DENIED, the tiny laughing mushroom underneath grinning up at the ceiling like it knew something I didn’t. Tim sat next to me, close enough that our thighs touched. His shirt read NUB OWNER – NO ENTRY WITHOUT MAGNIFYING GLASS in the
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
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 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 moreA Fictional Story by Difficult_Way_1656 I need to say this out loud. Or write it. Or whatever this is. I’ve never told anyone the full story — not the girls, not anyone. But this is where it started. This is where I learned what I am. — Freshman year. I was eighteen. I’d been out for about six months — came out to my mom the summer before college, cried in a Wendy’s parking lot, the whole thing. By the
Read moreAn SPH Experience by MrNathanPride. I met her on a dating app. She was cute—short hair, sharp jawline, a smile that made me want to do stupid things. Her profile said she was trans, and I swiped right without thinking twice. We texted for a week before she invited me over to her place. Her apartment was small but cozy. She had a record player in the corner, a stack of vinyls, and a cat that watched me from the
Read moreA Fictional Story by MinimusPuck. James inches his way towards security, his heart pounding. He knows in a matter of moments, his secrets will be revealed to the entire airport. As he peers around, he suddenly feels grateful that she had booked a red-eye for them. Was this even legal? The line is moving fast. Just two ahead of them now. A businessman and an old man who is moving as slow as time. And then them… James attempts a
Read moreAn SPH Experience by athletiphile. I’d been thinking about this night for a few days. Bobby and I had been flirting casually for a while, and when I floated the idea of just experimenting—no strings, no expectations, just two friends having fun—he’d agreed faster than I expected. He was shy. I knew that. Sweet. A little awkward. The kind of guy who blushes when you make eye contact too long. Perfect for what I had in mind. His roommates were
Read moreA Fictional Story by PrivatePP. The plan was simple. Wait until lights out, slip into the communal showers at 0200 when every other recruit in the barracks was dead asleep, wash the day’s grime off my body in under three minutes, and get back to my rack before anyone noticed. Simple. Clean. Invisible. I’d been at Fort Benning for eleven days, and I’d successfully avoided every group shower so far—every single one. I’d faked stomach cramps during the first scheduled
Read moreBy Storywriter123ME. Read Part 1 Here Read Part 2 Here ***** Part 3… The door to Jonas’s room swung open, and the smell hit them first. It was stifling, almost physical. They had grown used to Jonas’s musk over the last few days, but here, deep in the recesses of his lair-like apartment, their senses were assaulted with a new, more potent strain of his foulness. Old man stench, that wafted palpably in the confined space. Stale sweat, soaked and
Read moreA Gay/SPH Fictional Story by Overthinking_Dream. The fire started at 2 AM. I woke to the smell of smoke first—thick, acrid, crawling under my door like fingers. Then the alarms. Then shouting. I grabbed my phone and wallet and bolted out into the corridor in my shorts and t-shirt, barefoot on the hot concrete. The room next to mine—the electrical storage room—was fully engulfed. Flames licked up the walls and black smoke billowed across the ceiling. The site’s fire suppression
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