Our Readers SPH Experiences 157
By Our Readers
This reader hates public showers…
When I was 18, my family went on a camping trip. The brochure made the place look nice, but in reality, it was a dump. Worst of all, it had communal showers. These showers were the worst kind of communal showers. They did not have the showers on the wall. They were on Bradley Poles. If you are not familiar with them, they are poles in the middle of the room that run floor to ceiling and have four showerheads on them. Instead of facing the wall, four men all face each other where it is impossible not to see each other’s penis. I entered the shower to find all of the poles being used by at least one man. My dad and two younger brothers shared one that left one showerhead on their pole open for me. I debated using a different one but thought it would draw too much attention, so I joined them. It was the first time I had ever seen my dad’s penis, and I had not seen my brothers since we were very young. I immediately started comparing sizes. My dad and middle brother, two years younger than me, were small, but mine was noticeably the smallest. But the biggest shock of all was the gigantic penis dangling between my 14-year-old brother’s legs! It was already twice the size of my dad’s and three or four times bigger than mine. He had won the genetic lottery. I could not help but wonder how much bigger and better than mine it would be when we were both adults. It did not help that I was the only one circumcised due to phimosis (where the foreskin is too tight to be pulled back over the head of the penis), so it made me feel like my penis was naked, but theirs was clothed by their foreskin.
One day my 14-year-old brother and I went to get ice. Along the way, he asked me why my penis looked different than everyone else’s. I explained phimosis and circumcision to him. My heart sank when he next asked, “Is that why your dick is so small?”
Another reader has a public shower nightmare…
I was walked in on when I walked out of the shower, and the girl got to see me head to toe naked, and she stared right down at my lower torso and burst out laughing, learning I had a small penis. At the moment we stared into one another’s eyes as I stood there, she telegraphed to me that her enjoyment over what happened had as much to do about learning I had a small penis as it was to get to see me in the nude. She didn’t like me and it kind of made her year.
Meanwhile, doesn’t impress his date…
I was getting frisky with a girl once in my car’s back seat, and when I’m soft, I’m like the size of a nub. She reaches down my pants, and she is like, is that it? I tell her it’s not hard, but she isn’t having it and leaves.
While this reader also has a bathroom mishap…
We went to a friend’s beach house. One other guy and two girls: my crush (let’s call her Tiffany) and the girl whose parents owned the place (Abby). I had been flirting with Tiffany for some time, and I was sure this was going to be my chance to fuck her or at least get a bj, so I fully shaved my pubes for the occasion.
One morning we were taking turns to shower, so I was waiting in my room in my tighty whities. As I was about to go to the bathroom, both girls stormed into the room for some reason I can’t remember. When they saw me standing almost naked in the middle of the room, they both stopped and looked down at my tiny bulge, with my little dick pointing straight up pressed to my underwear. Abby just looked away, repressing a smile, but Tiffany found it hilarious and started asking if I was stiff and how long it was. I embarrassingly told her it was none of her business and ran off to take a shower. As I was in the bathroom, I could hear both girls laughing and commenting on how tiny my dick was. When I went to my room, they whispered and looked at me out of the corners of their eyes and then laughed.
The following days were filled with size questions, and I even caught them googling the average size to compare to mine. I didn’t get the bj or anything I had hoped for. A month or so later, I asked her out, and Tiffany just laughed in my face and walked off. She never talked to me again.
This reader discovers someting about his wife…
Wife has a collection of dildos ranging in size, color, and design. It’s been fun for her, and I’m always supportive.
One day she was out, and I was tidying up the place when I saw her nightstand open. I curiously opened up the drawer and found her dildos. I rearranged them and put them in order. I found one that was the smallest (I hadn’t seen her use it before and imagined she had it from before we met). I thought I for sure would be bigger, and it turns out it was longer than me. I’m a bronze member of the small dick club.
When she got home, I told her that I tidied up her drawer, and she thanked me. I then asked about the small one, to which she replied, “Oh yeah, um, I don’t use that one,” and she quickly changed the topic. I never told her I compared myself to it.
Another reader reveals his porn preferences…
One night we were lying in bed watching a movie, and Mallory asked me about porn.
Mallory: So, do you watch porn?
Me: Uhh.. yeah. I mean sometimes.
Mallory: Show me. I want to see what you watch.
We had never talked about porn before, but I was totally into it. So I pulled out my phone and went to my collection of favorite videos.
The first video I chose was an SPH JOI video. I might as well jump right into it, I figured. Mallory spoke up about a minute into this beautiful woman humiliating the viewer.
Mallory: Wow, this is what you like? (Laughing)
Me: Love. (Laughing)
Mallory: I better take some notes, huh? (Laughing)
Me: Please! Laughing)
Mallory: Okay, let’s see some more.
Next, I switched to the cuckold side of things. I pulled up a video of Jen the Yoga Hotwife, one of my favs.
Mallory: What’s on his dick? (Laughing)
Me: A chastity cage. She’s got him all locked up.
Mallory: Hmm. Okay. (Laughing). Aww.. the little guy is bigger than you. Get him out, and we’ll see. (Laughing)
Me: Gladly. (Laughing while pulling my dick out)
Mallory: Damn, that guy is big! (As they show the bull in the video)
Me: Is he bigger than Joe?
Mallory: Honestly, no. (Laughing)
Me: Seriously?! Damn!
Mallory: Seriously. (Laughing). This is crazy! (Laughing).
Me: It gets crazier than this. (Laughing)
Mallory: Aww.. Two fingers. We know all about that. (Laughing) (Jen tells her husband to show the camera how he jerks off with two fingers). Wow, the little guy is hard now, and he’s bigger than you. (Laughing). I still can’t even believe people do this! (Laughing). (As the bull starts fucking Jen). Do you actually wanna do this? (After another minute into the video).
Me: I don’t know if I’m ready for all this, but goddammit, it turns me on! (Laughing)
Mallory: You sure you’re not ready? (As she closed the video and started jerking me off)
Me: I don’t know. (Laughing)
Mallory: I think you are. I think you want me to be with a guy like the one in that video. (Laughing). One that needs more than two fingers. (Laughing).
Then I came all over my stomach.
Mallory: See, you’re ready. (Laughing).
Meanwhile, this reader fails in comparison…
My wife and I are in an open relationship, which is more like she dates and fucks whoever she wants at any time, and once in a blue moon, we have some MFM or MFMF action, though most of the group stuff always fizzled, ending with me sitting in the corner watching them do it. The embarrassment this causes me has privately been a little fun for me in its way, but not nearly as much as the frequency with which my wife seems to find partners who have gigantic cocks.
At first, it was just hot seeing her with these much bigger guys, but over time I realized that almost every single partner she engaged with was bigger than me, usually significantly so. It took me a while, but it finally dawned on me that I am, in fact, a bronze member of the small dick club.
I have gently told her that SPH is something I enjoy, but she’s reluctant to engage. She’s not big on sex talk and even less eager to hurt my feelings. But we do have some pretty hot conversations when she describes exactly how much bigger or wider her newest partner is. Anyway, she has a friend dating one of her exes, and I frequently tease her about wanting to have a threesome with this friend, so the topic of her sex life comes up a lot. Her friend was a little disappointed about the size of this guy’s dick, so I asked my wife what she thought of it.
She said, “Oh yeah, it wasn’t impressive or anything, so I get it.”
Me: “Oh really? I don’t remember you complaining about it. Was he smaller than me?
Her: “Umm…”
Me: “I mean, was it shorter or skinnier?”
Her: “Well, about the same length.”
Me: “Thinner?”
Her: “Maybe? A little.”
At this point, my dick is hard because she’s clearly protecting my ego and still just barely managed to say I was “maybe” slightly bigger than this guy who couldn’t satisfy her hot friend.
Me: “So she would probably think my dick was too small for her too, huh?”
Her: “It doesn’t matter, that’s never going to happen! Anyway, I always tell you your dick is perfect for me.”
I came very early that night thinking about both of them being unsatisfied with me.
While this reader uses his toys…
My wife reluctantly indulges in SPH vocally. She will agree with things I say about how she loves big cocks, and can’t cum on mine because I’m not big enough. I need to coax her along, though.
But she loves a big cock so much, and she’s prepared to show me. After a long make-out session on the couch, her tits out of her nightdress, she breaks off from a kiss. “Get changed,” she says.
Now, she’s not asking me to skip into something more (or less) comfortable – no wait, she is. She wants me to go upstairs and slip into the strap-on hollow dildo. I do as she asks. I head back downstairs. Sometimes she’ll want to watch some porn or some sexy TV. She’ll sit next to me, her hand on my thigh, occasionally walking her fingers over to touch the 9-inch hard cock obscenely unrestrained by my boxers.
As often as not, we’re both naked within minutes, and she mounts me and the well-lubed cock in one motion. She grabs the back of the sofa and starts grinding, occasionally pausing to kiss me again; she builds her pace to orgasm number one. Next, it’s the fuckstool. Sat innocently on the floor of the living room, this cushioned, upholstered footstool would never raise an eyebrow. Tonight though, I position it lengthways, pointing away from the armchair in the window.
I lay back, my head and neck on the seat of the chair, my ass on the fuckstool, my legs straight off the end. I help position the dildo so she can straddle me again. And off she goes, barely acknowledging me as she rides her way to her second and sometimes third orgasm. I encouraged her to rub herself to another while the cock is still buried in her, but I prefer to take her to bed now. Upstairs I’ll set to work with my fingers or bring out the wand.
Then it’s a good old-fashioned missionary. Missionary never did anything for her with my silver member dick, but now I can get her off again by plowing into her, not too fast, but nice and deep until she taps out. Finally, it’s my turn. Sometimes she makes me stay in the dildo, tormenting my nipples while I try to get whatever pleasure to my cock I can. She often lets me repeatedly edge while finally agreeing that, yes, I’m too small to make her cum.
What’s that old saying? Actions speak louder than words? Yeah, that’s it. That’s our SPH.
This reader has a camping nightmare…
So I went camping in high school with five male friends (including myself) and four female friends. I was 17, and we were at this campground right next to this river, and we all wanted to go swimming. So all of the girls went into one tent to change, and the guys were taking turns using the other tent. I began changing in my car when I realized I had left my swimming trunks in the tent. I did, however, remember my towel, so instead of putting my jeans back on, I opted to wrap my towel around myself and wait to use the tent. As I’m waiting for all the girls to come out of the tent in their bikinis and next thing I know, one of my friends rips my towel off me, and I’m standing there naked in front of everyone, not to mention other campers near us who probably caught a look. I was like a deer in the headlights standing there frozen for probably around 3-5 seconds. The girls all started laughing, with one of them shouting, “Why is it so small?”
I then tried covering myself while chasing after my friend with the towel before heading to my car and putting on my jeans, but the damage was done. Mind you; this was day 1 of a three-day camping trip. My nickname soon became ‘needle’ short for needle dick (I’m a bronze member of the small dick club.)
Another reader even gets SPH in his dreams…
My latest wet dream was pure SPH. I was in a room somewhere with my wife and some other people that I knew. They were all clothed, but one guy was completely naked, fat, hairy middle-aged with a micropenis. He was talking about how swimming in cold seawater makes his penis shrink.
So then my wife casually says to everyone in the room, yeah, when my husband goes in cold water, his penis shrinks down to practically nothing. At this point, I could feel myself about to cum with the thrill of the SPH and woke up cumming. A good big load, as I hadn’t cum in about two weeks.
Meanwhile, this reader discovered that marriage counseling isn’t always helpful…
My wife and I decided we needed sex therapy, as our sex life was awful. It worked because we needed to go through counseling first to assess whether we were right for the actual sex therapy part. We got to the point where my wife was asked about her enjoyment of sex with me during the counseling sessions. Things had been frank up to that point, and she opened with, “Most of the time, I just lay there wishing he’d cum, and roll off so it would be over with.”
The lady counselor looked directly at me; I blushed, that was pretty hard-hitting, and I was very embarrassed. She turned to my wife and asked, “Why is that?”
“Because my husband has a small penis, and I can’t feel it inside me. It doesn’t stimulate me in any way, so I just lay there waiting for him to finish,” my wife said.
“How small is it?” the counselor asked.
My wife held up her hand with her finger and thumb a few inches apart. I protested at this, but my wife ignored me and said, “The last time I measured his cock, it was about three inches fully erect and around an inch wide.”
Having my measurements thrown out like this to a stranger and a female was crushing for my ego. The counselor looked at my wife and asked bluntly, “Is there any point in you having sex therapy?”
“No,” replied my wife. “Sex therapy won’t make his dick bigger, so I think it’s a waste of time.”
The counselor nodded, looked at me, and said, “I can’t recommend sex therapy for you two, but I do recommend you come back for marriage and relationship counseling.” I was gutted, but the counselor looked down at my groin and gave me a simple smile before adding, “I think you should get used to handling your own sexual needs from now on.”
Nervously I asked, “So are you going to keep a record of why you’ve refused us sex therapy?”
The counselor nodded, “Yes, otherwise we might waste someone else’s time in the future.”
Fuck, I thought, the size of my dick is going to be on permanent record for all these counselors to see from now on. That was embarrassing.
While this reader is an exhibitionist…
I confess I have a thing for exposing my little cock in public. I’m a silver member of The Small Dick Club, and when I’m soft, it’s tiny with just my knob sitting on my balls. I keep the area clean-shaved, too, to enhance its boyish charm.
Once, I went with friends to a water park and needed to change into my bathers. My friends were annoyed because naturally, they wore theirs under their pants, but a change room is a perfect place to work my little kink. I walked into the change room to find it super crowded, but I spotted room on a bench that ran down the middle of the room.
So I took a spot on the bench. It was narrow between the benches, and you had to walk around people’s stuff. I’m sitting across from three guys, friends that were changing back into street clothes. They were sitting down just doing their shoes when I got there. I figured I’d extend my exposure by taking my pants off first, then my shirt. I had to turn to my right to have room to stand and take my pants and underwear off. When I turned back, one guy was bent over, tying his shoes. My dick was head level with him, and if I leaned forward a foot or two, my dick would have gone in his hair.
I started to take my shirt off while still standing, and the other two guys were looking at me, then started to laugh, and one of them called their friend bending over by saying, “Dude, don’t look up.”
Naturally, he did. My small soft dick is like two feet or so from his face. He sat back very quickly and swore at his friends, all the time looking at my cock. I couldn’t help it, and as I sat, I laughed too, apologizing to the guys for what had happened. The guy who had been tying his laces said, “Lucky for you, your dick is freakin tiny. Otherwise, I might punch your lights out for that.”
I shrugged, “I’m sorry, you’d think a water park would have bigger facilities than this. I didn’t mean it, I swear.”
The guys stood grabbing their bags. One said, “You’d think a grown-ass man would have a bigger willy than that. But shit happens, even men with toddler-sized junk!”
The three guys laughed and walked off. I felt I was starting to get hard, so I quickly put my bathing suit on. I had to sit there pretending to be on my phone, to give my dick time to relax, as I didn’t want to walk out of place to greet my friends with a bit of tent in my suit.
