Our Readers SPH Experiences 196

By Our Readers


Our readers share their moments of small dick zen.

 

This reader went clubbing…

I just turned legal age and went to a club with a buddy. I met a cute blonde with an alternative look, a great body, and a cute face. We hit it off pretty well. We had drinks and did lots of dancing. Dancing turned to some heavy grinding and touching. I was feeling up her tits and pussy, I was rock hard, but my tight pants were constraining my erection from getting to full size, not that it’s big or even average. She slid one of her hands down my pants and wrapped her index finger and thumb around my penis, not rubbing, but it felt like she was gauging it. Next, she took her thumb and index finger and measured the length of my penis in my pants. Her finger and thumb would have made a C shape. She immediately pulled her hand out, covered her mouth, started laughing hysterically, and backed away. I tried to talk to her again, but she just asked me to go away. Why do they always cover their mouths when they laugh?

 

Another reader discovered ignorance was bliss until…

Let me start by saying I am SO glad somebody made this website! This website has supplied some of the hottest SPH stories I’ve read in a long time! I’ve been sitting back reading long enough, so I’d like to try my hand at telling some of my personal SPH experiences.

All through my youth, I was obese. My parents yelled at me constantly to lose weight and get more active, but I just couldn’t summon the energy to make it through the day. It took til my mid-30s to find out my breathing was over half obstructed, so I lived my early life in a constant state of hypoxia. So being obese all through puberty meant a lot of my testosterone got soaked up by all my fat, so I grew manboobs instead of a bigger penis. I tried my best, but I was unathletic, nearly extreme.

I didn’t date much, but I didn’t try much. I spent my energies on partying instead of romance and loved it. Though being a teenager, sex was a constant topic of conversation, so through talking with friends and overhearing things, I had basically heard everyone say that “average size is 6 inches,” and I didn’t think much of it and just assumed I was that size.

So one day during my first year at college, I was hanging out before class started with a group of friends, and one of my guy friends was talking to this girl is never met. He introduced us. I’ll call her Pia, she was a year older and skinny, but still very pretty. As I recall, we hit it off because we shared an equally perverted sense of humor, and she ended up giving me her number (to be clear, not in any way a dating thing, I fully intended only a friendship, she was much out of my league).

So after talking on the phone after school a couple of times, she told me about how she blew her boyfriend on a bed next to her friend, who was also giving a blowjob to her boyfriend in the dark, and afterward, they compared their penis sizes. Well, this certainly perked me up, and I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t incredibly interested, so I went ahead and asked, “So, how big were they?”

“Eh, they were about average.”

“Ohh, OK. So about six inches?”

Laughter on the other end of the phone. “WHAT? Ummm, the average is NOT six inches!”

And my heart drops. “But… that’s what everybody says. That’s what I always heard.”

“Ummm, from MY experience, the average is more like eight inches!”

Well, that froze me to my core. I know this is an opinion, and it’s completely subjective, but I’d never met anyone who held that opinion before (or since, honestly). But then, she says the words that still echo in my head, DEEP.

“Awwwwwwww, did you think you were average? That’s so sad! Hahahahaha.”

She thought it was hilarious. I was in that trance that several of you might recognize. That out-of-body experience you have when you first go from spending your young life assuming you have an average-sized penis to finding out you DON’T. I apologized to her and said I had to put the phone down for a minute because I had to use the bathroom (it was the 90s, and the phone was on an end table in the living room, connected to the wall).

Of course, I ran and got a ruler, pulling my dick out to find I had the raging hard-on I’d ever had. Placing it beside my ‘massive’ member, I see I’m a silver member of the small dick club. A SILVER MEMBER? No. No. NONONONO. I pushed the ruler in as far as I could, and when I pressed hard (and pulled the tip a little), I was still a silver member of the small dick club. So I went back to the phone.

“Well? What was it?” Pia asks.

I’m rambling confused, half-hearted, don’t-know-what-you-mean.

“Oh no, I know what you did. Tell me.”

I told her.

Silence.

Breathing.

Then she burst out laughing.

And that’s the moment it happened in my brain. I’m pretty sure I felt the switch in my brain when I decided, ‘Well, hell, if it’s too small to be fun like that, at least I can make people laugh!’ I ended up talking to her on the phone several times, but I fucked it up, acting like an addict. Every day after school, I would call her, then quickly try to turn the conversation to my little penis to get her to laugh at it. She got bored pretty quickly, so she stopped taking my calls.

I also pretty immediately developed an SPH fetish because of this. But school politics being what they were, I knew of a couple of guys that had been outed for having small ones, and they were the root of CONSTANT small dick jokes. So I still didn’t want it getting out that I was small. I let this girl above know pretty early on, but I don’t know if there was enough ‘social distance’ between us (not like what it means nowadays, like, I didn’t run with the same people she ran with), but I never heard anything about it. She may have just been kind since, except for having a burgeoning kink, I had been a nice, funny guy.

I still didn’t date much, but I threw my hat in the ring a few times. I’d say my first REAL girlfriend, whom I met in my senior year. She was younger than me and a one-in-a-million kind of thing. She was intelligent, pretty, an artsy hippie type, and friendly enough to look through to the guy inside. We ended up dating for a couple of years.

I had told her I was worried about my size, and she, being a virgin, honestly had no opinion on the matter. We dated for several months before deciding to lose our virginity together. We would end up naked, and I’d try to get on top of her. Holding myself up, so I didn’t crush this poor girl would pretty instantly exhaust me (I couldn’t breathe!), so I’d lose what little erection I had and have to lay beside her. She’d be sweet and reassuring, and get me hard again, so she’d climb on top and ride me for a little while until I’d get winded again and go limp. Several times as she rode me, I would be fully hard, fully inserted, and I would see her kind of roll her eyes in frustration, CLEARLY not feeling my little dick inside her vagina.

I would say she never came from our times together, but that goes without saying. The part that got to me was that she was silent whenever my penis was inside her pussy. When I would finger her or eat her out, she still didn’t know how to cum (orgasms are hard to master, especially for women, so I didn’t take her not cumming personally, she had never had one before). But the difference in the sounds she made hit home: this tight virgin pussy could not feel my tiny peepee. I could tell she couldn’t feel it, but she kept telling me it was fine, and it sort of became a complex, where I felt like she just denied reality. I ended up trying to find out what lots of my friends who were girls honestly thought about penis size, and everything I heard was every girl who had seen one had only seen ones that were bigger than mine.

Of course, teenage hormone monsters me couldn’t leave it at that. I had to push things and start asking what they thought of my size, specifically, and I’d tell them. Generally got told, “Wow, seriously? I’m so sorry!”

I’d get a lot of sympathies, but I wished they’d laugh at it at that point. I never showed it to any of them; I would just tell them my size. Eventually, all these girls end up talking together, and it gets back to my girlfriend that I’ve told a bunch of girls the size of my dick. So she broke up with me. Saw it as cheating on her, and I guess it indeed was. I feel bad, but I was just trying to figure myself out. The internet was brand new, so it wasn’t the wealth of sex knowledge it is today.

 

Meanwhile, this female reader discovers that not all black men are hung…

I moved to the Caribbean a couple of years ago. Mostly I island hop, but I’ve grown quite fond of one little island that I keep returning to. I often visit a hotel bar, and one of the black bartenders is a cutie. About 25. He slipped me his number a few months ago, but I never called. A couple of weeks ago, he started making me free drinks while he shut down the bar, and we ended up lounging by the pool, smoking a joint after everyone had left. He told me about his adventures with hotel guests, cucking tourist husbands, and whatnot. He invited me to a strip club where his cousin was hanging out.

He rubbed my thigh and ate me out behind the bar while we hid from the night security guard. He said something about his dick being small, but I honestly thought he was drunk and joking. I told him to go ahead and fuck me while he ate me from the back. He slid it in, and I told him to put it in. He said it was all the way. ๐Ÿ˜’

I turned to the saddest little silver member dick I’d seen in forever. And had the nerve to be uncircumcised. ๐Ÿ˜‘ I thought black men were supposed to have huge cocks. This thing was fucking tiny.

“Aww. Is that it? Seriously?”

He looked at me a little bit shamed, a little bit hopeful. “I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you, though. Watch.” ๐Ÿฅบ

I should’ve just let him put it up my ass because that’s the only good use for little dicks, but I had my heart set on having my pussy worn out, so I said fuck it. I’ll fuck it. Let’s see what he can do.

Seven strokes later.

I practically yelled at him. “Are you fucking serious?”

๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜Ÿ “Just wait a minute. I’m still hard. I gotta get another rubber.”

I went to my bag like I was looking for one and called him over to make him walk across the restaurant in full view of the security cameras with his pathetic little dick out. Sure enough, he was still hard. “You know what, I don’t wanna fuck anymore. You don’t have enough dick to make it worth it.”

๐Ÿ˜“ “But, okay. You still wanna go to the strip club? I’ll pay for everything.”

“Sure.” ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

We both got dressed. As we walked out to leave, he followed behind me. I walked by the security desk, where the guard was watching all the monitors. I made eye contact and smiled, wishing him goodnight with an evil laugh. He looked at the bartender trailing behind me and laughed, shaking his head.

“You’re really mad, aren’t you?” ๐Ÿ˜“

I kept walking down the street to my car. We passed by a food cart. I stopped and ordered two burgers and fries. “He’ll pay for it.”

He did.

I gave one of the meals to a homeless guy hanging around the cart and bit into the other.

“His dick is probably bigger than yours, and it’s been YEARS since he stuck it in anybody. He deserves that burger.”

We finally make it to my car. “You never asked me for a ride, and I know you don’t drive.”

“I didn’t.” ๐Ÿ˜

“You need to ask.”

“Would you please give me a ride to the club to meet my cousin?” ๐Ÿ˜ฃ

“I haven’t decided yet. Clean out the front seat, and I’ll think about it.”

I was in the middle of moving. I made him carry the luggage in my passenger seat to the backseat and the bags from the backseat to my trunk while I watched and finished my burger.

“I’m finished, Mistress.” ๐Ÿ˜Œ

I didn’t even tell him to call me Mistress. I was pleased that he picked it up on his own. I was about to leave after cleaning my car, but that saved him.

“Get in the car. Carry that basket on your lap. Try not to crush your dick with it.”

He hopped in the car like a puppy. The strip club was around the corner. “It’s just up this road here.”

“Yeah, you gotta walk the rest of the way. I’m not coming.”

๐Ÿ™ “Are you sure? I said I’ll pay. We could have fun…”

“No, we won’t. Get out of my car.”

๐Ÿ˜ฌ “I’ll see you again, though, right? Will you come back to the bar? Drinks are always on me!”

“I’m going to bed.”

And I drove off. I ended up calling my weed guy and fucking him. I sent the bartender a pic of what a real dick looked like sliding in my snatch.

The next day the bartender texts me: ‘You know I miss you.’ with a picture of his tiny cock trying as hard as it could to bone up.

I text back: ‘There isn’t much to miss about you. ๐Ÿ™„’

He replied: ‘I’m off work today but if you come by, tell them to charge your tab to me, Goddess.’

So I did. For lunch, I had mini sliders and shots. Told his coworkers to charge it to Shorty. ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿฟ

 

While this reader confuses bullying for friendship…

I was good friends with a beautiful girl named N. N was fun, outgoing, and the life of the party. We did lots together, I also had the biggest insatiable crush on her, and she knew it.

One evening I had some friends over, drinking and hanging out. She brought a beautiful busty blonde with her who thought I was very hot, call her B. She was wearing tight-fitting low-cut jeans and a low-cut shirt. I was wearing light shorts and a t-shirt. We were drinking lots, and I was experiencing severe shrinkage that night. The girls were whispering to each other secretly while looking at me, B walks over and fake trips into me, grabbing a thorough feel of my crotch, then looks at me and giggles.

I instinctively covered myself in embarrassment and told her to stop. Now she overtly grabbed me and laughed even more. She walked over to N and whispered in her ear. They both burst out laughing. My heart sank. I was mortified. Even though I didn’t hear them, I knew what was said.

I always thought I had a chance with N. This sealed the deal that it was never going to happen. Now she knew I had a small penis.

N had a lot of hot friends that I regularly saw and hung out with. She made it a point to tell all of them. N teased me repeatedly, sending me the song short dick man and different small penis memes she found. One time after she went on vacation, she told me in detail about a guy she met and gave her head to, she told me how big he was, and she even showed me a picture of her and him together.

We stayed friends for a long time and were very close, except every time a new girl was interested in me, she would be sure to let them know I was small. Maybe she was just looking out for me, saving me the embarrassment. I appreciated her and her friendship.

 

The reader is not happy…

My two-year-old fiancรฉ admitted to me that she misses her ex. Not how he was as a person, but how he fucked her. This guy is a loser, but heโ€™s hung like a horse. She told me his cock was ten inches hard and very thick. I’m a Bronze Member of the small dick club with an average girth. Iโ€™m pissed off because I did everything for her while he was a leach, and now she has asked me if she could fuck him on the side. I said yes, like a total beta cuck. I feel so emasculated. She played the whole: “Iโ€™m only twenty-three. I wanna experience life before itโ€™s too late, and I donโ€™t wanna break up with you” crap.

Iโ€™m writing this because Iโ€™ve found no matter what you do for a girl. No matter how well you treat her and support her life and career, sheโ€™ll always want to sit on the bigger cock, and thatโ€™s just the reality for guys like us. Guys with small dicks always come last. Now she fucks him, and I swear she feels much looser when we have sex. I’m so pissed off, but I’m too much of a beta wimp to leave her.

 

Another reader goes from being the big brother to the little one…

I was an only child most of my life, but in my teens, my dad remarried, and I gained a younger stepbrother. He’s four years younger than me, and we didn’t get along for years.

Once we were adults, we both got into partying pretty hard, and we got closer. At one point, I lived in an apartment just up the street from his house. I didn’t party a lot with him, but I did a couple of times. This one time, I was over there, and we got drunk. Then we got high, his roommates went to bed, and I was going to head out, but he asked if I wanted to keep hanging with him, as he had some Adderall to keep us going. So I said, why the hell not?

We hang out, we’re all fucked up, and after a while, we go outside to smoke a cigarette, and he asks me about my sex life, which was a the time pretty empty. He wondered why, so I told him I had a tiny dick. I made some jokes and said, “I didn’t really care and found it funny myself anyway.”

“Sooo, can I see it?”

“No, dude, I don’t think so.”

Being high on addy, my usually small dick had utterly deflated and was full-on inny, which I explained to him.

This did not make him want to see it less, this very much made him want to see it more, so I reached in and tried to pull the tip out, so it was at least external, and I showed him. I’ll never forget the wide-eyed double take he did; he bent down to get a better look. He almost choked on his cigarette, giggling.

“You said you didn’t care if I laugh, right?”

(Fake sigh) “Yeah, go ahead.”

Full-on laughing fit, just giggling and belly laughing. I may have been chemically affected, but so much laughter at my little dick’s expense got a little blood in there, which made it get a little bigger, but THAT he thought was funny. Finally, I said, “OK, that’s enough,” I started to put it away, but he stopped laughing.

“Oh, come on! Don’t put it away!”

“No, your gonna wake up the whole neighborhood!”

“OK, OK, man.”

Things calm back down, and we smoke another cigarette. At one point, out of the blue, he turns to me and says, “Seriously, dude, we’re gonna have to figure out some way to stretch that thing out because, damn.”

I assured him that it usually got bigger.

“Yeah, but it would have to get much bigger to be useful?”

So I told him I could usually get a rock-hard Bronze Member dick.

“He-he, yeah, I’m just saying, I don’t think that is still big enough for sex. I mean, I think MINE’S small, but look,” and he pulled out what was a good six-inch softy. “I’m bigger than you by a lot soft than your hardest, right.”

“I can’t deny it.”

He put his hand on my shoulder and looked at me in amusement mixed with pity. “No shit. I’m not what chicks call hung either. Mine gets to seven and a half inches hard but pretty thick. So that makes yours? I don’t even know. Tiny, I guess. A baby dick.”

“Yeah, I guess. I guess you’re the ‘big’ brother now.”

“And your, the ‘baby’ brother.”

We had a good laugh.


*These SPH experiences have been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the stories have remained the same. Erect dick sizes have been edited to be either Gold, Silver, Bronze, or Average. The opinions/views expressed in these SPH experiences (and in any comments) are those of the authors and do not represent this site. We support freedom of speech.

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