An SPH Experience by randomalt222110. I’d been thinking about getting a Brazilian wax for months. Not because I had some elaborate grooming philosophy or because a partner had requested it. I just wanted to know what it felt like. I wanted to know what it felt like to have someone—specifically a professional, specifically a woman whose job it was to be down there—handle me, look at me, deal with me in the most exposed way a man can be dealt
Read moreA Fictional Story by joifiend11. Diane, whatever ethical objection you’re trying to lodge isn’t landing. I mean, I see what you’re getting at. Yes, I know Prometheus is actively seeding and creating conflict between the players. It’s a competition; that’s the nature of it. And I don’t think that’s inherently unethical. Do you complain that the rules of American football allow players to deck one another? That the slowest sprinters in the Olympics don’t get medals? That the rules of
Read moreA Fictional Story by Purpleredblue415. I never thought I’d be the kind of guy who ends up sitting on a restaurant patio with four girls, talking about cock sizes — mine included — while strangers at nearby tables try not to stare. But here we are. I met these girls about a month ago through a mutual friend during Pride. We kind of just clicked. There’s Leah — loud, blunt, zero filter, the kind of person who says whatever she’s
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Admirable_Survey_768. The lake was black. Not dark blue, not deep purple, not any of the colors that lakes are supposed to be in poetry. Black. Like someone had poured ink into a bowl and surrounded it with trees. The moon was somewhere behind the clouds, doing a half-assed job of lighting anything, and the only real illumination was the faint amber glow from my phone sitting face-up on the dock, maybe thirty feet behind us, already
Read moreA Gay SPH Experience by Fluid_Driver3504. I need to set the scene before I get to the worst part, because the worst part doesn’t make sense without understanding what came before it. I played baseball. Had played since I was seven, all the way through high school and then two years of JV at a Division II college before I transferred and hung it up. I wasn’t great. Decent fielder, mediocre bat, good enough to make rosters but never good
Read moreAn SPH Experience by SimpleJapan. There’s a particular cruelty in the way memory works. You can live on the other side of the world for two decades, build a whole life in a different language, eat different food, sleep with different women, convince yourself that certain moments from your past have faded—and then a single afternoon undoes all of it. A face in a park. A voice saying your name. And suddenly you’re twenty again, lying on a dorm room
Read moreA Fictional SPH story by cocktail2inch. The ice pack had been doing its work for the better part of forty minutes, wedged inside my shorts while I power-walked the coastal trail leading to the beach. Between the cardio and the deliberate cold therapy, my dick had retreated to its absolute minimum. Not that it needed much help. Flaccid, I’m barely half an inch to begin with — a smooth little nub that sits flush against my body when conditions are
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Six months. That’s how long it’s been since I stumbled into this hole, and I can feel it getting deeper every single week. I’m twenty-seven years old, I’ve never been inside a woman, and after what the doctor did to me when I was a baby, I never will be. Not in any way that counts. The circumcision was botched. That’s the clinical term the urologist used when I finally worked up the nerve to
Read moreBy Our Readers. Our readers share their moments of small dick zen. This reader was thanked for his small dick… My wife and I are an interracial cuckolding couple; my wife sexually enjoys the dominance our black bull gives both her and me. He makes me stand next to him, with my little white cock fully erect, against his superior black cock that is only partially erect. He then asks my wife who’s o I she wants to be
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Quick_Crew732. I’m lying in bed right now, staring at the ceiling, and I can’t stop thinking about last night. My phone is on my chest, Gavin’s contact pulled up, my thumb hovering over the message button. I’ve typed and deleted three different texts in the last hour. I don’t even know what I’d say—hey, had fun? That sounds stupid. Can we do that again? That sounds desperate. Can’t I stop thinking about your dick? Yeah, absolutely
Read moreAn SPH Experience by olajohn667. The thing about wearing gym shorts with nothing underneath is that you’re choosing whether you know it or not. You’re saying: I’m comfortable. I’m casual. I don’t need layers. I don’t need protection. And if you’re me—if you’re a guy whose soft dick is smaller than his balls—you’re also saying something you don’t intend to say at all. You’re putting yourself on display. You’re offering up the truth of your body to anyone sitting at
Read moreAn SPH Experience by ThrowRA41145. I’d noticed the ad for a while. A local spa offering full-body hair trims for men—nothing drastic, just a tidy-up everywhere. The website listed their estheticians with little bios and photos, and one of them caught my eye. Young, cute, dark hair pulled back in the kind of effortless ponytail that made it look like she’d just thrown it up on the way to work. Her name was Megan. I booked with her without really
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. I remember the exact moment the word “micropenis” entered my life. Not as a fetish term I’d found on some late-night internet spiral, but as a clinical diagnosis spoken by a urologist who was trying very hard to be kind and failing at it. I was twenty-three. I’d avoided doctors for years — avoided anything that required me to be naked below the waist, actually. Gym class in high school had been its own circle
Read moreA Fictional Story by Camwhore1. Her name was Tasha, and she knew everything. Not everything in a vague, close-friend way. Everything. She knew about the chastity cage. She knew about the Venus Berlin trip. She knew about the camgirl sessions where I paid women to laugh at my dick on screen. She knew about the locker room incident, the stag party, the nude beaches. She had a folder on her phone labeled “Beta Boy Evidence” that she’d started as a
Read moreAn SPH Experience by Limpnubguy. Many years ago, I discovered by accident that Benadryl causes temporary, but very significant, shrinkage. This doesn’t work for everyone, but among the guys I have talked to who have tried it, there seems to be a success rate of about 75%. I first discovered it during a severe allergy attack. I overreacted and took three pills, 25 mg each. At this dosage, I started feeling a bit high, but I needed to go somewhere
Read moreAn SPH Experience by arabcompare3. I’m nineteen. Muslim. Living at home with my family in a house that’s never quiet and never empty. Three boys—me at nineteen, my middle brother at eight, and the youngest at two. My parents are traditional. My mother especially. She’s the kind of woman who runs the household with an iron fist wrapped in a warm smile, the kind who knows everything about everyone and shares it freely with her sisters over long phone calls
Read moreAn SPH Experience by hexajoy. I was 22 when I had my first real girlfriend. Twenty-two. Most guys my age had already been through a string of relationships, fumbling around in backseats at parties, figuring out what they liked and didn’t like. Me? I’d spent my teens and early twenties on the sidelines, watching other guys get girls while I sat there wondering when it’d be my turn. I wasn’t bad-looking. I kept myself in decent shape. I was funny
Read moreAn SPH Experience by liddelpegger. There’s a language that married people develop over time. A private dialect built from years of shared beds, shared bathrooms, shared mornings where you’ve seen each other at your worst and your most ordinary and your most unremarkable. It’s not the language of lovers, exactly. It’s something more specific than that. It’s the language of two people who have stopped performing for each other and started just being—and in that being, in that unguarded honesty,
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 Fictional Story by trinosborne. Read Part 1 Here ***** Part 2… The next morning began like so many others: the same obnoxious, chirping alarm blared from Griffin’s phone, causing him to jump from his sleep. He rolled over to his nightstand and switched off the alarm, running his hands over his face. October 21 glowed on the phone’s screen. He’d had that date in the back of his mind for weeks. It almost felt unreal to see it displayed
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