By RSchwuler. [google-translator] There was no love lost between me and Roger Duffman. In college, we had loathed each other, running in the same circles but rubbing each other the wrong way. We belonged to rival frats, and while I was a co-captain of our soccer team, he had been a star of the rugby union and played club hockey. Unfortunately, he remained a fixture on the periphery of my post-collegiate group of friends, several of whom played
Read moreBy Anon. [google-translator] I used to do event planning in North Dakota for the Indian community, and one of the people I worked with was a lady named Sneha. She was a 35-year-old Gujarati woman from India, and she was chubby in all the right places. He had a cute button face and was very pretty, but a little chubby. Picture Fiona from Shrek. She was 5’2” tall, had a huge rack (DD for sure), and it would
Read moreBy Jake. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here.Read Part 2 Here.Read Part 3 Here.Read Part 4 Here.Read Part 5 Here.Read Part 6 Here.Read Part 7 Here. ***** Part 8… The draining, hormones, and lotion continued. After about another week, a new problem came up. I’ve always had to push my dick out some when I pee to keep from making a mess. So I didn’t notice at first that it was getting harder each day to push out. Until
Read moreBy Huskers111. [google-translator] First Date… Stephanie, a 25-year-old nurse, and Jeff, a 27-year-old accountant, recently started chatting on a dating website, and they finally made plans to meet up for the first time. After meeting at a local bar at 7:00 p.m. and exchanging the typical awkward first date conversations, Jeff says, “Why don’t we go back to my place and watch a movie?” Stephanie and Jeff had enjoyed a few drinks at the bar, and they were
Read moreBy Our Readers [google-translator] Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This reader had an experience with an ex that left him wanting more… I’ve always known I’m smaller than average, especially when flaccid, so there are certain positions that I just straight up can’t do. However, my ex, who was a gymnast in university and therefore had a very voluptuous bottom, enjoyed lying flat on her front whilst being taken from behind. Now, with me being
Read moreBy littlenick. [google-translator] Read The Exhibitionist 1: The Shower Block Here Read The Exhibitionist 2: The Nature Trail Here. ***** The Exhibitionist 3: The Delivery Boy… After my experience on the nature trail, something had changed in me. I no longer felt uncertain about my sexuality. Whilst I didn’t consider myself gay, I knew that no conventional straight experience could ever excite me nearly as much as my last two encounters had. Though they had been relatively tame
Read moreBy lightfuseandrun. [google-translator] The bell chimed to signal the arrival of new customers. Matt’s face went white as he saw Jenny enter the diner, along with four of her friends. She smiled and waved at him as she walked in and took a seat at a booth, the rest of her friends following. Light from the window glinted off something she wore around her neck. Matt gulped. Jenny, Sarah, Maxine, Courtney, and Lexi took seats in a booth
Read moreBy littlenick. [google-translator] Read The Exhibitionist 1: The Shower Block Here ***** The Exhibitionist 2: The Nature Trail… In the days following my experience at the shower block, I kept replaying the events in my mind. The memories brought up a mix of emotions, including humiliation, nervousness (that the pictures might surface somewhere), but most of all excitement. I couldn’t believe how excited the whole ordeal had made me and how aroused I became thinking back on everything.
Read moreBy littlenick. [google-translator] Ever since high school, I’ve fancied myself a bit of an exhibitionist. I’ve always liked the idea of being naked outside in a public place, and the thrill of being seen or caught has always been a massive turn-on for me. Whilst I consider myself straight – I’ve only ever been with girls and have never so much as kissed another guy before – my fantasies always seemed to revolve around other men catching me.
Read moreBy Runtz3. [google-translator] It had been a long day. After work, I ran three hard miles on the treadmill trying to clear my head — but the second I stepped off, sweat-drenched and breathless, I heard her. “Hey, babe,” Jen called out. “I am coming in. I need to get ready,” she said. I pushed up my glasses and stood confused. “Remember? Laura’s divorce party tonight.” I’d forgotten, honestly. Some kind of women-only, low-lit club event. Probably cocktails
Read moreBy atlflirt. [google-translator] The days following that roadside encounter were a whirlwind of emotion. Sleepless nights where the mind replays moments, overanalyzing each word, each touch, searching for signs. I’d let my guard down, let Shelley back into the most intimate parts of my heart, but the weight of betrayal made it hard to breathe, hard to think. Leaving Shelley felt like the only option; a desperate attempt to reclaim the remnants of my dignity and peace. Packing
Read moreBy oggbert77. [google-translator] Read Part 1: The Ruler. Read Part 2: The Shave. ***** Part 3: The Bow… So there I was, naked as the day I was born, penis the same size as the day I was born, looking as helpless as the day I was born. Wet, exposed, hairless, emasculated, and ogled by the two most beautiful women I had ever met. Laughter rang in my ears. I felt all my blood rush to my face.
Read moreBy Our Readers [google-translator] Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This reader tried to lose his virginity with a sex worker… For context, I’m a typical brown beta guy, nerdy in all the ways you might imagine. I’m barely 4″ hard on a good day (Silver Member). After being a virgin for many years, I had one day finally decided to lose my virginity to a hooker. I looked up the local websites and contacted someone
Read moreBy Anon900. [google-translator] Liam was a quiet young man with a penchant for graphic tees and a collection of comics that could fill a library. At the tender age of 20, he was still navigating the tumultuous waters of self-esteem, his reflection often taunting him with the reality of his less-than-average endowment. Sandy, his best friend since childhood, was the antithesis of his shy demeanor. She embraced the gothic aesthetic with a fiery passion that could light up
Read moreBy RSchwuler. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. ***** Part 3… For the next week, I refrained from jacking off and stayed away from Wolcott’s window. I put myself through some intense workouts at the gym, training with a particularly athletic friend of mine. He even had me spar in boxing gloves with him. I felt keyed up and strong. I was sweating testosterone. I was just as horny as I’d been the past few
Read moreBy JamieDuskbane1. [google-translator] Harry adjusted the cuff of his shirt, squinting into the golden light spilling through the high windows of the St. Avalon Hotel. Down below, the bustling New York throngs were getting ready for Christmas. Everything in the suite glowed–brass handles, thick cream curtains, even the ridiculously polished marble floor in the bathroom. A classic late 50s look. He had his shirt on and his boxers halfway up when… “Morning, housekeeping!” He turned just as the
Read moreBy JamieDuskbane1. [google-translator] Chapter 1: Small Gains… Sam’s muscles ache, but he’s buzzing–partly from the workout, partly from Jo’s encouraging smiles (not to mention her flowing blonde hair and bouncy ass, which looks amazing in her leggings). She wipes her forehead with the back of her hand and grins at him. “You killed it today. Seriously, your form’s improving.” Sam, avoiding eye contact, starts rubbing his neck. “Uh, thanks. Yeah. I–I guess the squats are less… murderous now.”
Read moreBy RSchwuler. [google-translator] Read Part 1 Here ***** Part 2… I left the window, where just inside Hugh Wolcott, the hateful old boogeyman of our neighborhood, continued to wobble his hips around and stew his cock in the guts of the former star quarterback Bruce Mitchell. The sight of the massive jock letting himself get roughly butt-fucked by the short old bastard had been outrageous to me, hideous, but mesmerizing. The wretched spectacle of it had inflamed me
Read moreBy RSchwuler. [google-translator] To say that Bruce Mitchell had been my childhood hero would not have been an overstatement. He was eight years older than me, and we grew up just a few houses down from each other on the same street. All of us neighborhood kids looked up to him. He had been the star quarterback of our high school’s football team and had gone on to play successfully in the Big Ten. He was lantern-jawed and
Read moreBy JamieDuskbane1. [google-translator] Chapter 1: Smaller Than My Pinkie… Jake had a routine. After every soccer practice, he’d linger–untying his laces slower than necessary, rehydrating like he was prepping for a desert trek, checking his phone like it held state secrets. Anything to buy time. Anything to be the last one in the locker room. Because Jake hated showering with the team. It wasn’t the water pressure (terrible) or the smell of cheap body wash (overpowering). It was
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