Our Readers SPH Experiences 245

By Our Readers

Our readers share their moments of small dick zen.


This reader had hot sex, but she wasn’t impressed with his size…

While in graduate school, I found it interesting to chat with people online in my free time. A 19-year-old undergraduate reached out to me, and we started to chat. We got to know each other quite well. She was a foreign exchange student from Germany and was shy about her ability to speak English. I was, at that time, quite shy around women because of my small cock.

Eventually, we got to talking about sex and started to masturbate together. She asked me how big my cock was in centimeters, and I had no idea, so I got a ruler with both inches and metric on it. I held it to my cock. I was confused. Twenty-three centimeters, this didn’t seem right, but I told her anyway. She was excited. I then realized I had the ruler upside down. I quickly told her that I was 7 centimeters. There was a long pause. She said she wanted to come over.

About two hours went by, she knocked, and of course I opened the door. She held my hands and asked me to go to the bedroom, so we did. She walked in front of me, and as soon as she was in the door, she started taking her top off and removed her bra. Her DD breasts were amazing and beautiful, just like the rest of her. She knelt and pulled down my pants and underwear and immediately started sucking me hard. It was the most incredible blowjob I’d ever had!

After a few minutes, she stood up, and we finished undressing. She crawled onto the full-size bed, and I followed. We kissed for a while, and I played with her breasts. She said she wanted me to make love to her. I positioned myself and entered her. Her pussy was like a vise. It was incredible, the most amazing sexual experience I had ever had until she said she was ready for me to put my penis in her. I just lay on her, wondering how to say to her I already had, and I was all the way inside her. So I told her, and she just stared at me. I couldn’t believe it, but she couldn’t even feel me! After about 30 seconds of staring at each other, she told me to fuck her. She started to dry a little bit but stayed wet enough for me to last about 10 minutes.

We stayed in touch for a week or two, but eventually, she stopped responding to my requests to chat, and that was the end of it.


Another reader meets his dream girl at the dentist…

I had a good job at age 20. I was a supervisor in a factory at night. I had good benefits and decided to see the dentist every three months because I was a smoker. I went in for my first appointment, and the receptionist said I had a brand-new hygienist, Michelle, who was also 20. I went back to the room. Michelle was there waiting, and wow, she was beautiful, with long jet-black hair in a ponytail and stunning blue eyes. I couldn’t wait to get started with the cleaning! We talked as much as we could and seemed to really get along.

I went to check out, and the receptionist asked what I thought of Michelle, and I told her I thought she was great. She then said, “You know she’s single.”

Wow, I turned around to walk back to the room, but the receptionist stopped me. There was another patient in there already. I guess I had to wait three months.

The next appointment, I didn’t even get a chance to open my mouth, and Michelle asked me out! Wow! This was great. I didn’t get to meet many women working at night. We settled on Friday at 8 p.m., the Stone Toad, a bar/restaurant notoriously easy to get served underage.

Friday came, and I got there 5 minutes late. I hate being late. I parked in the back because the lot was so full. I finally found her at a booth by herself having a beer. I ordered whiskey and coke, my drink at the time. We ate and then talked, and before I knew it was 11 p.m. We decided to leave, I settled up, and we walked out. Her car was right up front, so we stopped. I hoped for a kiss from this raven-haired beauty, but she abruptly asked where I was parked, and I pointed to the back. She held my hand and walked with me. I didn’t know what to think.

I opened the passenger door, she got in, and I quickly walked to my side. I got in, and she leaned over, and we started kissing. Maybe five minutes went by, and I could feel the head of my penis popping out of the flaccid innie cave it hid in. You see, I’m a gold member of the small dick club. She told me to pull down my pants, so I did, leaving my boxers on. The head of my penis was peeking out the fly. She smiled, then put her hand on my thigh and went up my leg. She reached for my cock, or where she thought it should be, but her amazing blue eyes almost popped out of her head when she realized there were only my balls and the head of a penis.

She told me to pull down my boxers, and she started stroking the head of my penis with her thumb and forefinger. The shaft of about 1.5 inches quickly appeared. My cock was about 3 inches hard. She stroked the shaft while staring out the front window and said nothing. She switched it up and used her whole hand. Of course, my cock was engulfed, not sticking out her hand, the head about 2/3 of the way up. I groaned a little, and she looked at me, switching to her thumb and forefinger on just the head. I came hard, two jets of hot semen all over my steering wheel.

She said nothing and immediately got out of the car and started walking. I quickly rolled down the passenger window, and she looked back and said, “See you in 3 months.”

I had a different hygienist the next time I went to the dentist.


Meanwhile, this reader gets a physical…

I grew up in a town of 1500 and could walk to the doctor’s office for my annual physical. The receptionist and I chatted briefly, as small-town folk will do, but eventually, we got to business. “Doctor John is out sick today. Is it OK if April does your physical?”

This was fine with me! April was the physician assistant, attractive, personable, and certainly competent. The nurse took my height and weight and took me to the exam room. I waited briefly. April came in, and we started to talk about my health: less drinking, quit smoking, etc. We got to the point that all that was left was the hernia check. I dropped my pants to my ankles, she knelt, and I then dropped my underwear, revealing my flaccid innie penis and ball sack. April must have been nervous, too, as she forgot to put on exam gloves!

She cupped my balls with her hand and adjusted her other hand to see her watch. Before she could tell me to cough, I blurted out, stuttering: “Is my penis normal?”

She said nothing but looked up from her watch at my member, which had now blossomed to the point that I was showing my penis head. She looked back at her watch and told me to cough, so I did. She said nothing, but after another 10 seconds, she began to gently move my balls around in her warm and moist hand. After 30 seconds of this, I was about 80% hard, being about 2 inches. She looked up at my cock from her watch, said nothing, let go of my balls, and walked out the door, leaving it cracked.

I just stood there, dumbfounded. The nurse immediately came in but was surprised by me, telling me to get dressed and that April would be right back. I pulled everything up, put my shoes on, and waited for what felt like an eternity. She came back with a pamphlet in hand but made no eye contact.

She said: “ I think this will help,” and handed the pamphlet to me.

She turned around and walked out, leaving the door open. I stood there and looked at the pamphlet entitled Micropenis, it was certainly a quick read, but two things jumped out at me: 99% of men had a larger erection than me, and my penis was the size of a pre-adolescent boy. I was 29 years old! The nurse peeked her head in and said they needed the room, so I walked out, saying goodbye to the receptionist as I left. I saw April twice before she became a doctor and moved on from my small town. She never looked me in the eyes again.


While this reader has children despite his tiny dick…

I’m a Gold Member of the Small dick Club, rock hard. The head is 1 inch long by 1.125 inches wide, and the shaft is 1.25 long by 1 inch wide. My wife is a beautiful blue-eyed brunette, 5’7”, 180 lbs., 42DDD-26-49, truly an amazing body.

We both wanted children, but there was a problem: my cock was tiny, and her pussy was big. Her favorite toy is 10×2, a dildo, and her pussy gobbles up the whole thing, every inch. So the problem we found, even when not using toys, was when I came, all my cum dribbled out of her pussy! Pretty hard to make a baby that way. Were we going to have to get the turkey baster out, or worse, in vitro?

Gynecologist to the rescue. My wife was instructed, and she explained to me that we would have to always be in a missionary position. She would put her hands under her hips to tilt her pussy up. I would have to cum as deep inside her as possible and slowly and carefully pull/fall out of her after I went completely soft. She then would lift her hips, holding her weight on her elbows, and this would catch and keep all my cum inside her! She then proceeded to move her legs like she was peddling a bicycle for about 10 minutes.

Well, it worked; it kept my seed inside her, and we have two children and are very happy!


This reader is compared to a dog and loses…

So, a little context. Back when I was in high school, I begged my mom for a dog, and she finally let me get one if I promised to take care of him. He was the best dog ever, but he hated water and freaked out anytime I tried to bathe him.

My dog was a pup and still doing his kennel training at night. He hadn’t been bathed in a long time because I felt so bad for the anxiety he had whenever I tried. Eventually, my mom told me she couldn’t stand the smell in the house any longer, and I needed to figure something out or get rid of him. She suggested if I showered with him, then he might have less anxiety.

I didn’t know she meant for me to do it wearing a bathing suit. So, I listened and got in the shower with the dog. It worked, and he was handling it well. I was soaping him up and trying to scrub him when I heard her come into the bathroom and ask how it was going. In her mind, I would have had a bathing suit, but obviously, there was a miscommunication. She saw me through the glass soaping the dog and yelled, “I didn’t mean bathe him naked!”

I felt like an idiot but froze with embarrassment and uncertainty. She looked away at first and asked, “Welp, how are you going to scrub him like that? He really smells.”

This was when I noticed the scrub brush in her hand. She came to the shower door and asked, “Is it OK if I help? The way you’re doing it isn’t going to work. Don’t worry, I’m your mom. I’ve seen it all before and promise not to look.”

All I could do was nod. I covered myself with my two hands, and she knelt outside the shower, slid the door open, and started scrubbing my dog. She eventually looked at me, standing there covering myself, and told me to either get out or start showering myself because she needed the bathroom soon. I tried to stay facing away from her as I soaped and washed, but you know how rinsing works. At some point, you have to put your back in the shower. I closed my eyes and turned around to rinse my back. I initially kept my eyes closed but took a peek to see if she was looking or not.

I looked down and saw and saw my dog lying on his back. My mother’s eyes locked right on my flaccid and very small member. She looked at my puppy’s member and then back at mine and smirked. She didn’t say anything at all, but the implication was clear. This tiny puppy was bigger than I was.

She pulled my dog out to dry him off, told me to hurry up and finish, and left the bathroom. I dried off and went to my room in a towel to get dressed. I could hear her on the phone in her room. I don’t know who she was talking to or all that was said. All I heard was laughing, and she said, “I know. I couldn’t believe it, poor guy. Hopefully, he picks a good career, at least.”

I did pick a good career, and I earn an excellent living, but ever since then, seeing that smirk on any woman’s face turns me on to no end. True SPH/mommy kink origin story right here, folks.


Another reader discovered his wife knew all along…

My wife and I grew up very religious. When we got married, we were virgins and hadn’t ever seen the opposite gender naked. I knew I was small (Silver Member hard) due to having to change in the locker rooms before gym class. It made me self-conscious, but I felt relieved when I met her and found out she was a virgin and even more relieved that she had never done anything else sexually as well. We’ve had a pretty solid sex life with no issues. She never complained about my size and always seemed to enjoy sex.

I’m not sure how we got on the topic of penis size, and she mentioned that she was really glad I was smaller than average. It took me a second to realize and comprehend what she said, so I said, “Smaller than average?”

Her response was, “Well, yeah, I’ve always known you were smaller than average.”

She went on to say her girlfriends talked to her prior to marriage, saying while big penises could be fun, they were quite painful, and my wife asked them what was normal. They gave her six inches as par for the course. She had known from the beginning that I was a member of the small dick club.


Meanwhile, this reader gets thrown under the bus by his wife…

I tasked my wife to buy me a cricket box for an upcoming charity game. Off she went shopping but took her mother with her. The only ones left on the shelf were youth-sized, so she grabbed one. My mother-in-law asked, “Won’t he want a bigger one?”

“This one will be just fine. Trust me, he’s not very big down there,” was my wife’s reply.

She couldn’t wait to fill me in on what had happened. Thanks for that.


While this reader has fun at the pharmacy…

I remember one time I was condom shopping at the pharmacy. You know how some random stuff gets locked up in those glass cases while other stuff doesn’t, and there doesn’t really seem to be a rhyme or reason for it? Well, at this pharmacy, regular condoms were freely available. Still, the unusual ones – flavored, flow in the dark, extra-large, and extra small were locked up.

I didn’t realize that before going in, of course, so I went over to the condom section and realized the problem I had. I guess I was standing there long enough to attract attention because a store employee came over and asked me if she could help me find anything. She was a cute, short, fat gal with a pretty big belly and huge tits and ass and very attractive. If I didn’t already have an erection from just being in public condom shopping, I definitely had one from looking at her.

I nervously told her, “Oh, hey, yeah, thanks. Um, it looks like my size of condoms is all locked up.”

She grinned and looked up at me with a somewhat flirtatious expression and said, “Oh, no problem, one second.” She turned around and bent over to unlock the case. I don’t think she needed to bend over, but she did, showing off her enormous ass with a thong peeking over the top of her jeans. She turned back around, holding a box of XL magnums. “Here you go!” she said perkily.

“Oh, uh, t-thanks,” I stammered. “But that’s not the size I need.”

Her eyes widened, and she turned back around and grabbed a box of XXL ginormous condoms.

Then, before she could say anything, I said, “Actually, that’s, uh, the wrong direction.”

My heart is pounding in my chest. The girl got a confused look on her face.

“I actually need the extra small ones,” I said. Then, figuring that if I was in for a penny, I might as well be in for a pound, I added, “Or extra-extra small, if you have them.”

Her eyes widened again, though this time in shock rather than delight. Her mouth opened like she was going to say something, but she restrained herself. She didn’t stop herself from looking down at my crotch, though, where I was rock hard and pitching a tiny little tent.

A look of understanding came over her face, and she said, “Oh! OK, well, we don’t call them extra small. They’re called ‘snug fit,’ but they should hopefully be small enough for, um, for you. If they’re too big, come back and let me know, and I’ll see if I can special order any that are smaller.”

She wasn’t even making eye contact with me anymore, instead staring directly at my crotch. I tilted my hips forward a little, making my boner and its size as obvious as I could without moving into the realm of sexual harassment.

“Thanks,” I replied. “Normal-sized ones just slip off. Here’s hoping these are small enough that they can stay on my little, um, my little guy,” I added, not quite being brave enough to say “my little dick” in front of her.

“Yeah, I can see how that would be an issue,” she said, still staring at my crotch.

After an awkward pause, I thanked her again and then went to check out. The employee working the till was a bored teenage goth girl judging from her makeup. “You find everything OK?” she asked, scanning the condoms without even looking at them.

“Yeah,” I replied. “[other employee] helped me make sure I was getting the right size of condoms.”

That seemed to snap her out of her retail work boredom-induced haze. She looked down at the ‘snug fit’ condoms and raised an eyebrow, then, I swear, practically smirked at me as she bagged them up and wished me a good evening.


This reader has sex with his workplace bully…

Years back at work, a girl (Kat, a 5’5” tight body, small boobs, nice ass) and I hated each other. It was so bad manager did not put us on the same shift. One night, some of the workers went to the bar for a few drinks. She went as well. This bar becomes a bar after 11 p.m. We have all been there for too long. Most of us are drunk. Kat caught my eyes, and she came at me. I think she came to bitch but came in for a kiss.

Fast forward to my place. We went to my bedroom and started stripping each other down. Kat got on her knees and took my pants and boxes down. The second she saw it soft, she said, “But you’re so tall.”

So I am a 6’6”, 250 lbs. (little chubby) guy. I am 1” soft and a Bronze Member rock hard. She started to laugh, and that’s when I started to get hard.

She said, “So you like me making fun of your little dick?”

She got me hard, and she sucked me off for 2 minutes, and I came on her face. She was laughing madly because it only lasted 2 minutes, and I gave her an unexpected facial.

Kat cleaned her face and asked, “Can you get it hard again?”

I told her, “Sometimes.”

So she sat on my face until I got hard. Took me a bit, but I got hard. We fucked for 5-10 minutes. While fucking Kat was making fun of my small size. Saying things like, “Is it in yet?” and, “I really can’t feel your tiny dick in there,” and, “Oh no, I can feel it. It’s like someone stuck their thumb inside me.”

When I came again, she said she had enough. She wanted a picture of it, but I fought her off. She left, but now at work, she constantly teases me for having a small dick when no one else is around. It seems knowing I’m a member of the small dick club is the greatest thing that ever happened to her.

*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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