Our Readers SPH Experiences 288
By Our Readers
This reader realizes that revenge is a life well-lived…
So, I was 20 years old in 1992 and had my first crush on a good-looking, nice girl. We went out here and there, and it seemed to be becoming a promising friendship by then. There was no internet yet, so I didn’t know anything about dick sizes and what’s supposed to be normal sized small or big.
One night, she was about to go home around midnight, and I brought her down with the elevator to the ground floor. As we naturally kissed to say goodbye, we hugged and kissed a little more. As I kissed her, I easily got a semi-erection, and I suppose she felt that at one point with her hands as she was touching my bulge.
Eventually, we kept kissing, and she opened my zipper, and I helped her to lower my jeans, so I was just there in my undies in the lobby. She slowly took my fully hard dick out and held it with one hand, gave it a few slow strokes back and forth, and asked me, “Does it still grow any bigger”?
I answered a little confused about the question that I didn’t think that at my age, it would still grow bigger than this. And she replied: “No, I meant if it still grows bigger than this size here and now. Are you fully erect now?”
Then I really felt very awkward and answered yes, that I was already fully hard now. She had a little smirky smile on her face and said she was sorry, but I had quite a small erect penis. I asked if she really thought so and why, and she told me that her ex-crush/boyfriend had a much longer and mostly much thicker cock than me.
I was quite shocked and hurt somehow in such an erotically loaded moment (it was the first time a girl ever saw and held my dick), and frankly, I got very confused. So I naturally asked her how big he was as I actually knew this guy from our town. She showed me with her hands far apart how many inches long, and she formed a ring with her hands to indicate his much fatter girth.
As I couldn’t handle the situation any longer, I finally said goodbye. For sure, I had no intentions anymore. When falling asleep that night and jerking off (and having a huge orgasm), I realized I had never been turned down so gross by anybody. In addition, I was now jealous of this jerk’s superior equipment size. Every time I saw him in town again, I wondered if she had told him about my size and if that knowledge had spread around.
It took a few years to get over this truly painful experience, and sometimes, much later in life, I met her again. We just stayed formally polite, but no deeper conversations or anything. No apologies, not many other words, just silence about my dick size for many years. Somehow there were moments when I got super horny thinking about how she gave me some real-life SPH, even though nobody in those years ever knew about this. I even fantasized lately (30 years later) about extending the experience, but how?
Today, I enjoy virtual SPH sometimes via online camming that I can switch on and off whenever I want. In my real life, I have a great family now, a vanilla sex life, and a lovely caring wife who is really still in love with my penis after 20 years, and she claims I am her perfect size. 😜 On the other hand, that ex-crush is still single today.
Another reader realizes that most of the time, nobody cares…
When I started taking swimming lessons and using the communal shower in the locker room, I began to realize that I was very different from the other guys. While their dicks were already developed, mine seemed very small and contrasted with the size of my body. I am Latino, 1.84 meters (6 feet) tall, with a large body and naturally well-developed muscles, even without dedicating much time to the gym—everything a freshman could want. But in contrast, I am a bronze member of the small dick club (when hard), and soft, it’s two inches on a good day. But there was nothing I could do; I had to shower to go to the next class.
I walked down a corridor of men where I could see everything, but even dressed, I felt like the most vulnerable person there. On one side, there was a row of showers on the wall with no dividers, and on the other side, there was a large sink with a mirror that covered almost the entire wall. At the back was the locker where I could store hygiene products and leave an extra swimsuit and towel in case I forgot. They exuded confidence, acting as if there was nothing unusual, but I knew that a social hierarchy to which all men are subject was established there.
My walk of shame resulted in reaching the locker to leave my backpack and get my things for the shower. Stripping down and going to the shower were moments of high adrenaline, but nothing happened—not even a silent, awkward glance. It was as if I didn’t even exist to those people. It didn’t matter; it didn’t stop the same fear from returning every time I had to shower in that locker room. Having a small dick is living in constant fear and apprehension, especially for a virgin like me. I had never seen other guys like that before. I thought I was normal; I thought that size was only in movies, but now I knew I was below average.
Meanwhile, this reader enjoyed showing it to his new doctor…
I’m 21m. I’m a Bronze Member hard and one-inch soft when cold/nervous. I’m quite good-looking and muscular. I wanted to do a skin cancer check, but my old male dermatologist passed away quite recently, so I had to look for a new one. I found a female one with good reviews and booked an appointment.
On the day of the appointment, I went there, completed the paperwork, and waited in the waiting room. After a while, the relatively young (35-40y, probably) doctor called me in. She is blonde, about 5 foot 5, and really good-looking.
She explained to me how the check worked and then told me to strip to my underwear. I was wearing a pair of tight green Calvin Klein briefs, which clearly showed the outline of my small dick. It was rather cold, and I was a bit nervous. But the doctor was really friendly and asked questions about what I study, etc., while performing the exam.
When she was done, she told me to lie down and asked if I was ok with her checking my pubic area. I nervously said yes and lay down. She then pulled my underwear down herself and moved my shrunken one-inch dick to the side to check my balls for any skin disease. This part may last only 20 seconds. Even though she didn’t make any comments and was really nice during the exam, it was kind of hot for me. I’ll happily go there again for the next exam.
While this reader’s friend ticked one of his bucket lists for him…
A few years ago, I (M66) was having a drink with a friend (F24). I’ll call her Liz. We were discussing all things sexual. I should stress here that it wasn’t one of those times when sex was a possibility. There wasn’t any flirting or anything like that. We were just having a funny discussion about sex.
We wound up talking about things we hadn’t done or had done to us. She said she hadn’t had anal but otherwise thought she’d tried just about everything else. I said I’d never been pantsed. She was surprised. Anyway, the conversations moved on. We had a few more drinks, and that was it.
About a week later, I was walking through our local park on the way to the shops when I vaguely heard someone running behind me. I figured it was some random jogger, as there are always a few in the park. It wasn’t. It was Liz.
She grabbed my shorts and yanked them down. My underwear came down with them. She then ran around to stand in front of me, a big grin on her face. I was struggling to hide my ‘shame,’ but she quickly realized she’d exposed my small penis to the world.
She started laughing, covering her mouth with her hand. She apologized and tried to help me pull my clothes back up, all the while laughing. After getting decent again, we walked together. She kept apologizing until I told her it was fine. Besides, I added, there wasn’t much to see. She smiled and replied it was true. She’d never seen one so small.
After that, whenever I’d see her, she’d greet me by waving her little finger.
This reader got cucked by a girl and turned into her beta simp…
I met a new girl at work who all the guys were ogling after for a good reason. She had long dark hair, Italian with long legs, a beautiful ass, and pierced nipples and tatted up. I knew from grammar school I was very small, one inch soft and hard; I’m a silver member of the small dick club. We just by the last-minute leaving work, I asked if she wanted to go to dinner, which we did. After dinner, we went to my place, and we made out and then went to the bedroom. I ate her pussy for 20-plus minutes, and when I finally put it in, it lasted not even two minutes.
She was not really reactive or seemed disappointed, but she went to the bathroom, came out, changed, and said she had to go. I gave her a ride home, and for the next year, I drove her and her friend around, but I never even was able to kiss her again, and they would talk about other guys’ dicks. I would be picking them both up at a club with a random guy who they would have an FMF threesome with and talk about how great it was when I would pick them up the next day. I got to fuck her once more, and it was almost worse than not ever having been able to fuck her when you know how good it was for these lucky guys who get to do it all the time.
Another reader gets hazed in the showers at school…
When I was in high school, we showered after PE class. I’m very small. By the time I was a freshman, of course, I had figured out I was very small, and I was terrified when I learned I would have to shower. I remember the first shower. When we got into the locker room, everyone just took their clothes off; a few were nervous; you could say that’s normal, but I was freaking out inside. I looked at everyone as they walked by, hoping to see maybe a couple of other guys who were really small, but there were none. All different sizes all normal, except a couple of Wow sizes. The teacher walked and told me to hurry up. So got up, took my shorts and underwear off, and walked into the shower room. And immediately, it started.
“Is that your dick? It might as well be a pussy,” and a lot more and tons of laughing. I had never felt so humiliated in my life.
Meanwhile, this reader had a horror experience in the hospital…
In the 90’s, I had surgery on my colon. When a man has any work done in that area, his prostate can shut down, making it almost impossible to pee. Well, I am in the hospital bed and can’t go, and the doctor orders a catheter. A young, pretty nurse comes in and tells me what she will do. Keep in mind I am on some serious morphine and a bit out of it. She uncovers me to start and almost jumps when she sees it. It is totally retracted, more like a belly button than a penis. She kind of rolls it around looking and starts trying to get enough hold on it to get the thing in. It keeps retracting back inside me, and after about 10 minutes, she leaves and comes back with an older nurse and a student nurse. The older nurse pretty much acts like I am not even there, just a penis to work on. She says this will be a good teaching opportunity and instructs the two on what to do. She keeps telling them how to handle it, but it keeps slipping, and they get frustrated and a bit giggly.
This went on for ten more minutes or so, and the older one said she would do it. She, too, had a hard time. Keep in mind. I am lying naked on the bed with the door wide open and the hustle and bustle of a busy hospital. After she struggled for a few more minutes, she got a roll of tape and had one of them pull the head out as far as she could stretch it and she wrapped tape around the base to trap it. They were all three so frustrated they were sweating and laughing. She got it in place, and they cleaned me up and left. I could hear them out in the hall laughing and carrying on.
They must have told the story to everyone because, for the rest of the day, random nurses came by to “check on it.” I was doped up at the time, so it was all surreal.
But after the fact, I was amazed to find out that I thought it was the most amazingly hot thing I had ever been through.
While this reader became suddenly unpopular when his secret got out…
When I was in college, there was this girl I’d chat and flirt with all class. We had a study group that was kind of large but dwindled as the semester progressed, mostly due to kids dropping the class. We would talk forever about music and movies, and she kept bringing up her favorite movie. I hadn’t seen it yet, so she would insist that I come over one night to study and then watch it once the assignment was done.
I was decent at early dating but still, a virgin because I grew up in a very conservative area. I had a fair number of girlfriends before that included long make-out sessions that were filled with mutual virgin lust and frustration. Going over to this girl’s apartment went as well as could be expected. We had dinner while doing our essays and things were looking really good. Could she be the one?
She started up the movie and we laid down to watch it in one of those big bean-bag couches that force you to roll together in the middle. About 30 minutes in, we start getting handsy and kissing. I rolled on top as things got hotter and started grinding my hips into her. She reached down and rubbed my crotch for a bit before finally finding my hard-on, and then soon took her hand away, and it quickly became apparent she wasn’t as into it as she had been minutes before. We stopped, and without finishing the movie, I went home.
The next time we got to class, she wasn’t flirtatious with me at all. She would still talk with some of the other members of the study group, and occasionally, they would look over and smirk. I didn’t end up studying with them again for the shame of it because I knew what had happened and that they all knew, too. On study-group nights, I’d think about it and realize this might be a fetish of mine as I jerked myself to sleep after finishing my work.
I still did well, as I was one of the smarter kids in the class, but I did it solo for the rest of the semester.
This reader was filmed peeing at Walmart…
So I was young, like 21, working at a local Walmart. Some Walmart’s have restrooms in the break room, and some of them only have the public ones by the lay-away area. This one was the latter; now, mind you, there are three urinals, one regular-sized stall, and then the one handicapped stall at the end. Everything was occupied. I was so worn out from work that I wanted just to take my time. The middle stall opened up, so I went in, closed the door, and locked it.
I turned around. I didn’t want to have to hold anything, Because I was so exhausted. So I unbutton, unzip my pants, pull them, and my boxer briefs to mid-thigh. I get the aim right and just let it go, and with both hands, I’m holding up my shirt and vest. I look up as I’m letting it go and I’m just enjoying the release. As I finish, I reach down, do the post-pee jiggle, get the last few drops out, and look back at the urinal reach to flush. I look up, and to my right, there’s an iPhone peeking over the stall that, I assume, was video recording everything.
Now my immediate reaction was what the fuck and rage, but I was frozen like a deer in headlights with my dick out still. I immediately realized what was going on, and I guess the person recording did also, and slowly withdrew the phone as I put my dick away. Like nothing happened, nothing was said, it was quiet, but now I’m worried who it was. I wasn’t thinking about what just happened to me, my mind was like, was that a customer or a co-worker that just did that? Because if it’s a customer, I felt violated, I should tell security; what if security asks to see their phone for proof of what just happened? The security would just get an eyeful of me.
Then I say to myself, if it’s a co-worker, they just got a video or a lot of pictures of me with my dick out, they can spread that like wildfire in a day, around the store. This was a terrible situation, and my heart was racing; I was ready to kick the living shit out of whoever walked out of that stall. And I just stood there at the sink washing my hands, waiting to see who comes out of that stall, and they never did. So I decided to leave the restroom and turn off all the lights as I left. That would make the person either come to the door to turn them on Or they would leave the restroom altogether.
So I checked to make sure no one else was in there, hit the lights, left the restroom, and went to hide behind a door that led to the back room. And I peeked through the door window to see who came out of there. Now, luckily, it was a customer. I reported it to security, and I told them there was a weirdo in there recording people in the stalls and that I noticed from the sinks, lol. They walked up to him and told him he was banned from the store, which basically just meant they told him to leave.
It didn’t even sink in what just happened until later, And, of course, I kept reliving it in my mind. The worst part was I had been walking around so much, working so much, and sweating so much. For whatever reason, it made me shrink and shrivel up. Of course, of all the times I could have been recorded, it was like a record of my shrunken dick. I mean, I could barely grip it with two fingers in the state it was in, and he got me just letting it pee uncovered, gripping it with two fingers which almost fully covered it up, and me wiggling it for the last few drips to come out and of all the moments for it to be recorded in 4K.
Another reader gets some ribbing from his wife…
I was getting ready to shower when my wife walked into the bathroom. Seeing an opportunity, I stepped forward to give her a kiss, basically placing my balls in her hand. She picked up on it, commenting, “Isn’t the shrinkage supposed to be after the cold shower? I’ve got all balls and no dick in my hand right now. And the balls are less than a handful as it is.”
I turned beet red, my dick twitched, and my balls pulled up. She ran her hand up the front of my groin as if she was grasping for something she couldn’t find and smirked.
I got in the shower and turned toward her for some reason. We have a glass-door shower, so she could see it just fine. She looked me up and down and said, “You look like a Ken doll.”
I tried to recover. “Oh, because the glass is steamy?”
She chuckled while looking right at my package and said, “Sure, because of the steam.”
Meanwhile, this reader had a holiday in Africa…
I was in Africa for a holiday a few years ago. It was a nice journey in the beginning, and I went to the beach often. One day, there was a group of ebony ladies, and they always started laughing when I came from the water till two of them were invited to a beach party. When I came over, they started laughing again, pointing at my speedos till suddenly, the two girls who invited me came from behind and pulled down my panties. They started laughing so much, pointing at my tiny dick doing the small penis finger sign, and telling me they’ll teach me how tiny dicks have to be treated. They made me serve naked, showing my mini wiener to every lady as a joke, making me do humiliating tasks or perform shrimpy dick twerk dances till they got bored.
“Tiny dick training time,” they shouted and started pulling my small dick hard, slapping and twisting badly, but that wasn’t enough.
They took clamps and pinned about 50 to my tiny cock and balls which I had to wiggle and shake as hard as possible till the clamps fell off, just to tie up my cock and balls and start a game where they shoot with Nerf guns at it getting 10 points for each ball and 20 for the tiny cock. Let’s go for some stretching. They all screamed and tied up cock and balls again, only to put weights on it this time.
There were two groups I had to run to get more weight every time I reached them. When there were no more weights left, I had to walk around the beach and show off my small dick to every African lady coming by as a joke till the party was nearly over. They took a humbler and tied it from behind with a rope to a tree and left me alone on the beach. Till tomorrow bitch, for the next lesson in tiny cock treatment.
Since that day, I have to show off my tiny dick to every ebony lady I meet and invite her to my tiny dick circus.
*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.