Our Readers SPH Experiences 290
By Our Readers
This reader had a run-in at the urinal he can’t forget…
One weekend this summer, I was at a party with my friends in a bigger city in my country. We had been drinking alcohol and were just having a good time. Later in the evening, I had to go to the toilet. There was only one cubicle for men, and the rest were urinals. I usually always wait for the cubicle, but it was blocked for several minutes. When there was no one in the room, I decided to use the urinal.
At the moment when I was just starting to pee, a young man came in and stood right next to my urinal (he probably didn’t know the code that you always leave a urinal between you). The guy pulled out a very long flaccid penis and looked over at me. His gaze made me look over, too. From that point on, I just couldn’t keep peeing.
The guy said to me: “Are you scared of the size? Your penis is so tiny. Can you even satisfy anyone with it?”
I looked at the guy and said, “I don’t normally use a urinal, and yes, I have problems with my size.”
The guy turned and continued to pee with a long, heavy stream into my urinal. The guy then said: “I just want to show you what a real stream looks like and how hard that stream can be. Compared to my dick, yours is nothing.”
After he was done, he struggled to pull his long penis back into his pants. He slapped me on the ass and said: “It was a pleasure, little man.”
I couldn’t go to the toilet all evening and I kept thinking about it.
Another reader picks up a BBW at a bar…
So when I turned 23, I moved out and got my place. I was living the bachelor life. I was out at a bar one night that I went to all the time and had picked up girls from. Out of nowhere, the girl tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a beautiful BBW. She was at least 300 lbs. I had never been with a bigger girl. We talked for a while, and she drove me mad till the point I asked if she wanted to come back to my house. She agreed, and we went back and turned on the TV and were chilling. Then, her hand moved down to my shorts. I was already hard when she felt it.
She started rubbing with two fingers. Then she said, “OK, so I’m not gonna lie. A girl at the bar said she hooked up with you and said you had the smallest dick she’s ever seen, and I wanted to see for myself, but I really like you.”
I was thrown back. I said, “I like you too, but I gotta ask, is it small?”
She responded, “Yeah, it’s tiny, but I won’t tell anyone.”
She then went down and started sucking me. But I was being driven mad by the thought of how many girls the other girl at the bar told. At this point, I’m trying to get my hand in her pants. She looked at me and said, “Let me help.”
She stood and took her clothes off, her belly hanging in front to block the view of her pussy. She lifted her belly, and I saw her glistening pussy. I could tell she was embarrassed. I say, “You’re beautiful.”
She said, “I’m fat.”
“Well, I like it.”
I lay her back and start eating her pussy. I slide my finger in her ass, and she moans, “I need your little dick.”
Why this turned me on so much, I don’t know. I thrust into the BBW’s pussy and start pounding.
After a while, she said, “I can’t feel it. Put it in my ass.”
I moved down and pushed into her asshole, and there was no resistance. She moaned, “Perfect,” and rubbed her pussy. I kept thrusting. I can see she was going to cum. I pulled out and shot my load all over her as we came together. We lay there for a minute to recover until she said, “I’m gonna go clean up.”
I replied, “Please don’t. Stay in bed with me,” so she did.
We eventually showered, and she went home, but we still hang out and play. I told her she could tell people about my little peen, so she does, but also how good that little dick works.
Meanwhile, this reader is entrenched in the cuckold life…
One evening a number of years ago, Kate was meeting a new guy she’d started chatting to on a swingers website. Normally, I would wait at home for her, but this time the plan was for me to follow to the hotel and wait in the car park until she texted me to come up. She had instructed me to wear panties under my clothes for my arrival.
I pulled into the car park and sent a message to let her know I was there. I waited for what was probably 10 minutes, but it felt like an hour. Eventually, I got a reply to tell me it was time to come up. She’d already told me the room number when she got there.
I got out of my car and walked into the hotel, heading straight for the lift. Nerves about getting past reception unquestioned and for what was awaiting me flooded my body.
After a couple of minutes, I found the room and knocked. Kate didn’t answer straight away. She wanted to leave me standing there to make me sweat, hoping people would walk past the cuckold waiting for his wife and her bull to open the door.
Eventually, she did open it and it’s a memory that will never leave me. The door swung open all the way quickly. All Kate was wearing was a huge smile and her bull’s cum all over her magnificent tits. She didn’t care who saw it. Kate didn’t even check if someone else was there. She just opened the door for anyone to see her.
She brought me straight into the bathroom and told me to strip. I took everything off except the lace purple panties she’d made me wear. When I was ready, she led me into the bedroom. Her bull was sitting in the chair waiting. She lay on the bed and told me to clean her.
While a real man watched me, I got on my hands and knees over my wife, my tiny dick in purple panties, and licked every drop of his cum off her huge tits. She reminded me that real men got to cum on her tits, and my place was to lick that cum off her like a good boy with a tiny dick.
When I’d fully cleaned her, she got me to stand up before she got off the bed and knelt in front of him on the chair. I just stood there in my panties, watching as my wife started sucking a real man in front of me.
But it didn’t last long. After just a couple of minutes, Kate pulled back and called me down to her. I got on my hands and knees while she backed away from him. She ordered me to suck his cock instead of her.
I crawled between his legs and took his cock in my mouth. He wasn’t huge, but still easily bigger than me. He wasn’t fully hard again yet after cumming on Kate’s tits. Despite a minute or 2 of her excellent cock sucking skills, he had gone a little soft while waiting for me to get into position. So when I felt the heat of a cock in my mouth for the first time, he was semi-hard, and I had to work to make him hard. She hovered over us both while I sucked him, telling me how good I was, how I deserved this for having such a small dick, how real men with real cocks deserve pleasure. She was even asking him if I was doing a good enough job and giving me direction on my technique.
After a while, she asked him to lie down on the bed, and we both went down on him. She licked his balls while I sucked his cock, and then we switched. We spent time giving him both our attention like that before I was told to move to the spare bed. He hadn’t cum again, even from all our attention.
While on the spare bed, I was allowed to touch my tiny dick, but not cum, while she lay down, and he stood over her to make her cum. He finger fucked her vigorously while using a vibrator on her clit.
After she came, it was time for me to leave. She told me to get dressed and go home to wait for her. I left them both in the hotel room for whatever they wanted to do next.
After that she has a new string to get now when humiliating me. As well as reminding me I have a tiny dick, denying me orgasms and basic sex acts any husband should be able to do with his wife, she could now call me a cocksucker.
While this reader made a mistake while very drunk…
This happened to me when I was in university (when I wasn’t very experienced drinking alcohol). Sorry this is long, but without context, the story doesn’t make sense. This happened 10 years ago, so the gist of the story is accurate. Still, I obviously don’t remember the exact words that were said.
I had been in a relationship with a girl that I thought was way out of my league. The total package, great chest, and a nice ass. We had had a lot of back-and-forth flirting for a long while in a common class we had together. Finally, after a few dates, we went back to my residence hall one day and had a pretty heavy petting session. She was totally into it in the beginning but then gradually lost interest, said something about having to go (I felt like it was a made-up excuse) and that was it. I had plans to go out drinking with some friends that night, so we went to a club/bar, and she texted me that it wasn’t going to work out between us.
As the night went on and I drank more, I got more and more crushed. I was really into her, and I let the alcohol and my insecurities get the better of me. I ended up texting her back, asking why she broke it off. Like I said, we had had quite a few months of flirting, great dates, everything, so I was just broken and confused. She just said some lame excuse that we weren’t right for each other, blah blah blah. I pressed the issue, and she just said the same until finally, I just wrote what I shouldn’t have and texted, ‘Is it my dick? Is it not big enough for you?’
I want to be totally clear: she didn’t say that to me ever, nor did she really give me any reason to think that (other than the make-out session and her groping me), but since it was always a fear that I had, I very stupidly asked that question.
She didn’t respond.
Now, looking back, I don’t blame her. I was entirely out of line, but my heartbreak and the alcohol made me sure that that silence was a yes – whether or not she intended it to be.
I ended up taking many shots with friends until I was the last one remaining (it must have been about 4 or 5 in the morning). Clubs here don’t close until early morning.
I must have looked visually upset because a guy ended up coming up to me and chatting with me. I ended up spilling my guts, telling him that the most perfect girl in the world broke it off with me because I wasn’t big enough for her. The guy was really nice and supportive, telling me fuck her, her loss, you will find someone better, etc. He leaves, I take a piss and decide I’m going to go home (no more friends were there, I was alone… and very drunk).
I piss in the tiny bar bathroom that just has two wall urinals, a stall with no door, and a sink. It’s one of those bar bathrooms where you have to squeeze to move around basically. I piss and go to wash my hands as three guys my age come in laughing. Two immediately go to piss, but the third stops, looks at me and says that he heard me at the bar.
He said, “It’s not that small, surely?”
I’m just pissed drunk at this point and just kind of slur saying,
I don’t know.”
The guy said, “You don’t know?”
I respond, “Maybe.”
“We can tell you—show us.”
By this time, the other two guys had finished and were standing at the urinals (there wasn’t any more room to move). I guess the alcohol and my sadness kind of impaired my judgment because I honestly thought they were trying to help. So I said, Yeah, OK.”
One of the other guys says, “No one can come in.” (He was blocking the door).
So I very quickly pull down my pants. That moment entirely sobered me up because I immediately realized that they were not trying to help. That moment felt like an eternity as I pulled down my boxers, and I watched all three of them intently staring at me. They all started laughing.
One guy said, “Sorry, dude. You gotta babydick.”
While another chimed in, “That’s small as fuck.”
They all left the bathroom laughing. It was very clear that I had been naive, and it was just a setup for three drunk guys to laugh. I immediately left and rushed to my residence hall as fast as possible.
I never went back to that bar for fear of seeing them again, but the reality is that I was too drunk to remember their faces. I was always afraid that I would end up having a class with one of them, but nothing ever came of that moment in the bar bathroom. At least to my knowledge, I never saw them again.
This reader takes his exhibitionism to a new level…
I was in Barcelona once and headed to San Sebastian beach for some nude sunbathing. This is a clothing-optional beach just beside the main beach, Barceloneta. Most people wear bathing suits, although a lot of women go topless, and practically all wear thongs. I was enjoying soaking up the sun with my little soft babydick for all to see, going in and out of the sea in front of groups of girls.
As fun as this was, the protocol on nude beaches is not to stare, so I had to contend with seeing girls sneaking glances out of the corner of my eye through my wraparound shades. Then, I hit on a great way to maximize attention–target girls walking past on the promenade. A promenade runs behind the beach from the central plaza at Barceloneta to the W Hotel, where the beach ends in rocks.
About 3-4 meters from the promenade, the beach dips slightly down a kind of low ridge. This partially obscures bathers when lying down, but they are visible from about the knee up when standing. I situated myself just under the ridge, kept an eye out for groups of girls passing behind, and then contrived to stand up naked, facing the promenade.
The contrivances included pretending to look for something in my bag, adjusting my watch strap or baseball cap band, choosing between two pairs of sunglasses to wear, readjusting my blanket, and sometimes just drinking water. The result was always great.
I was buck naked, my tiny wrinkled one-inch acorn not even halfway down my tight nuts, standing maybe 4-6 meters from groups of clothed females passing by. I’ll synopsize some of the best reactions:
- A hot black 30-something stared right at it, smiling as she passed. Her Spanish-looking friend had a look, too.
• 4 American girls in their early 20s wearing designer clothes kept looking and laughing as they passed. The last one in the group, a beautiful brunette with a baseball cap, looked back three times at it, smiling after she had passed.
• 2 Spanish teens walked on the sand at the top of the ridge, maybe a meter away, and fell over themselves laughing as they passed by me.
• 2 Asian girls in pajama-type suits had a good look as they passed, then stopped a little up the promenade and looked back.
• A tall, sexy Asian girl walking hand in hand with her boyfriend stared, smiling right at it as she passed and craned her neck behind her to keep watching after she passed.
• 3 Spanish women laughed and commented among themselves about it as they passed.
• 5 Spanish teen babes walked past, laughing and pointing and commenting among themselves, and kept glancing back after they passed.
• two northern European type girls walk past in a bunch of traffic. One put her hand over her mouth, laughing.
After a while, I got a bit more adventurous. The showers were not in operation, so I walked to the bin, which was maybe 20 meters away and right beside the promenade. This put me even closer to the promenade, a meter or two from the traffic. I did this a couple of times and then started to walk even further to near the end of the beach and back.
Of course, I kept my eyes open to make sure I would be passing by groups of hot girls with my tiny nub pointing out, not even long enough to hang.
Here are some of the highlights:
The first time I walked to the bin, on my way back, I looked across the beach from the ridge and saw a hot blonde in a thong bikini and shades have a mouth drop moment when she saw me. She was staring right up at my iddy, biddy dicklette, and her shock changed into a wicked grin. I stalled and surveyed the scene so she could look some more. She was beside her boyfriend, but he wasn’t looking, and she didn’t alert him. It was our little secret moment.
I went back to my spot. Later, when I saw her and her boyfriend leaving, I got up to go to the bin again. I walked right toward her. Her boyfriend didn’t acknowledge this naked guy walking toward them, but she had a grin on her face, and I could see through her shades that she was looking right down at it as she passed.
Another trip to a bin further away took me past five 18-year-old American girls sunning themselves. They were lying on their backs facing away from me, but as I approached, one of them saw me and alerted the others. They all turned and looked right at me—or rather at the little one-inch wonder between my legs on display for all to see. I proceeded to the bin, deposited my empty bottle, and turned back.
When I came back, all five were on their stomachs, looking right in my direction. I slowed my walk so they could absorb everything.
Later, I saw a group of about nine English girls on a hen do coming from the hotel. This was too good to pass up. I got up and walked toward the bin, passing right by them. When they saw me, a few made comments, and they all looked and smiled. One sexy blonde looked down at it and then right into my face as she was passing—a very sexy moment.
Another time, I walked past a group of 4 girls with one guy. The guy saw me first and made some loud comments, and the girls all laughed. One pretended to shield her eyes as she passed, but they all got a good look.
Another group of four Spanish girls had a similar reaction—they would pretend to shield their eyes as if horrified after seeing it while bursting out laughing.
A tall, hot Spanish 30-something passed right beside me as I was putting something in the bin. Through the corner of my shades, I saw her subtly glance down with a bemused smile on her face.
I walked past 3 English girls. One of them, a blonde, gave me a kind of dirty look and made an ‘Ew’ face when she saw me full frontal a couple of meters away from her. The group doubled back to retrieve their bicycles later, and I saw them with a camera out, pointing my way and laughing at the bike stand before they cycled off.
Two Spanish teens and their brother walked past. One of them shielded her eyes jokingly after seeing me. They both carried on laughing and looking directly down at my dick as they passed. One of them looked up at my face after getting an eyeful. I glanced back after I passed them and saw she was still staring at my naked ass.
There were other instances: a large group of 30-40 joggers. Some of the girls glanced as they jogged past.
Another hen group of about six people looked and smiled and commented among themselves as they passed.
A group of 4 glamorous blondes made smug comments and smiled when they saw me.
I was strolling along the top of the ridge, staring out to sea, surveying the sea, when I heard a burst of laughter down below. I looked and saw two girls on their stomachs directly beneath me, laughing at each other. They must have looked up and seen my dick right as I was in front of them.
A little later, I paused close to two American college girls who were sitting on the ridge talking. I was in the eyeline of one of them, a luscious little blonde with shades whose sly grin seemed to suggest she was getting a good eyeful of my tiny member when she was chatting with her friend.
All in all, it was a very exhilarating two days showing off my shriveled penis to happy holiday goers. Well, over 100 girls had a giggle at my tiny exposed shrimp dick.
Another reader compares to his brother again and loses…
I’ve written previously about how my older brother put my dick to shame, and I’ve got another story about how he did it again. This takes place more recently with me and my older brother being in college with me being a freshman and him being a sophomore. While me and my family lived in one state, and my brother lived in another. My sister, at this point, was in her last year of high school, and I knew a lot of people who told me she was hot. Anyway, my older brother visited, so we went down to our parents’ place for a couple of days.
At the time, I was convinced mine had gotten bigger and stupidly thought that since he had put on a bit of weight and wasn’t skinny anymore, his might not be quite as big. Maybe it was pride speaking, but since I wasn’t fully convinced we were comparing correctly, I told him we should ask our sister, whose she thought was bigger since both of us were still virgins and didn’t know another girl to ask. After a bit of convincing, we got her to admit that she thought my older brothers were bigger because of the small dick jokes my mom and older sister make about me (a story for another time why my older sister makes jokes about mine) and the big dick jokes about my brother.
I told him while she was there that only what’s true matters and not what she thinks. He then convinced her to look at both of ours, soft and hard, separately to convince her we hadn’t seen each other before. She saw my brothers and me and acted like she couldn’t tell whose was bigger. She came up with an idea to have both of our dicks next to each other while we covered our eyes not to see each other, so we agreed to do it. I peeked at her while she said she was thinking, and I saw her taking a picture!
She saw me peek at her, so she smiled at me, and then she said my brother won, and he and I got dressed. He left, but I hung back to ask her why she took so long looking at ours and why she took the pic, to which she said, “I was using my phone to measure them, and I took the pic to show my friends later.”
I got red in the face and asked her how big they both were and to tell me what her friends said. She told me I was barely average length but really thin like a little pencil, and my brother was several inches longer and much, much thicker. And she said her friends made fun of my small dick. At the same time, her friends talked about fucking my brother’s big cock.
*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.