Our Readers SPH Experiences 291
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This reader was involved in a workplace accident…
This one happened last week and I still can’t wrap my head completely around it. I’m a gold member of the small dick club hard, with a one-inch soft stub of a willy. (This is being generous). I’ve never had a serious girlfriend, and it’s always been smaller. Recently, I’ve also put on some weight, which makes it pull inside my fat and look even smaller.
I work for a cleaning company and was using a big industrial brush cleaner to scrub the walls and floors of an old dirty building. I work in teams of 4, and my other coworkers on this day were two older Asian ladies and one other white guy.
Some of the chemical cleaners leaked out while I was working. Because of the spinning brushes, I got a medium-strength acid cleaner all over myself.
I shut my eyes right away, but I could feel a tingly sensation on my skin from the cleaner. I ran to a rinse shower we had on sight and hit the water to start to clean myself off. In the process, I ditched my gear, shirt, and pants. I didn’t realize that I pulled everything off so fast I was fully naked with my tiny penis out.
At this point, everyone had come to my rescue with chemical bases and baking soda to help neutralize the acid of the cleaner so I wouldn’t get hurt. All of them got a grand look at me, including a good look at my little penis.
With all the labor and the cold shower, my dick had shrunk up to a Jubejube size.
The paramedics got called, and at that point, I had towels on and a makeshift gown to cover my tiny shame.
I took a couple of weeks off to make sure I recovered (the benefit of work benefits and paid time off for emergencies), and my coworkers held a party for me upon my return.
I noticed the three coworkers who were there said how happy they were to see me back. The white guy glossed over it briefly. The two nice Asian ladies gave me hugs and said how happy they were that I was all right.
After this get-together, one of the Asian ladies, let’s call her Lucy, called me aside.
She told me there was nothing to be embarrassed about and that these things could happen to anyone. I said I was glad the chemical burns were minor, and then, holding her little finger, she said, “Well, I’m happy that you and your little guy are OK,” and she looked down and told me not to be embarrassed.
Another reader is into gay sizequeens…
There’s a huge park here by a river. There are lots of parking lots and lots of wooded areas by the river, huge cruising, and hookup spots. I go there probably more than I should but I love it. I love it when they mention, laugh, or tease about my small dick. That alone gets me ready! Some will just mention it, say how small it is, some laugh and will usually laugh till we’re done, and some will tease me about it, some really get into it. I love all of it!
Meanwhile, this reader’s wife cheated on him…
My wife, at the time (now ex-wife), had asked if I would consider counseling to try to save our marriage. It had become very toxic by that point. This was in 2004, so it’s been a while. I had agreed, and we tried the counseling. And on our 4th or 5th visit, the issue of our sex life was brought up. The wife said, “He always makes sure I orgasm, but his penis isn’t big enough to hit the spots that my big pink glitter vibe hits.”
I was kind of stunned, and this whole thing went on for the rest of the session. I prayed the couch would just open up and swallow me so I could escape this as these two women discussed intimate details of our sex life, and I realized that my wife was now a size queen. Our marriage counseling continued. Then, one weekend, she went to St. Louis for a friend’s baby shower. Well, one of our kids had gotten sick, and I called to advise her as he often had seizures when he got a fever. I called like ten times without a response.
Finally, I saw the friend’s number on a phone list on the fridge. Called that number only to be told she was at the hotel with Stan. I didn’t know Stan and had never met him. When she came back, I found out she had basically gone to St. Louis with the sole intent of spending the weekend with this guy with a huge cock to satisfy her curiosity. I even tried to do what I now know is reclaiming sex, but she was too sore.
Anyway, that was in April. By our anniversary in September, we were done and sleeping in separate rooms. I was moving back to my dad’s as he had been diagnosed with throat cancer, and I wanted to help him out. The fucked part was that shit back in April fucked with my head, I thought that was it till I was at a friend’s house watching college football, and he said, “Your ex-wife called me earlier.”
I asked, “What did she want?”
He said, “Dude, she wanted the Tennessee Anaconda (his pet name for his huge dick 12 inches long and 6 inches around cock—his claim)…”
I looked at him and said, “You going to do it?”
He said, “No, man, she’s off limits because she’s your ex. She’s not my type anyway.”
While this reader swiped right and met an exotic girl…
A little bit about me: I’m not a big guy. I’m 5’4”, and most people would describe me as skinny. About four years ago, I was really in a dating slump. I had just graduated college and moved across the country to Raleigh. I didn’t really know anyone outside of my coworkers. As per my usual Friday night ritual, I was at home having a drink and swiping on my dating app. I came across this profile of a girl named Ashlee, and she was 100% my type. She had that typical gothic/alt look, with a septum piercing and lots of tattoos.
I’ve played in hardcore bands since high school, and I feel like I definitely look the part. Naturally, I swipe right. To my surprise, I had matched with Ashlee. We talked for a bit and hit it off great, bonding over a mutual love for the new ‘Year of the Knife’ album. She ends up inviting me over to her place, and I say yes. I show up at her apartment around 8:30 pm and knock on her door. Pictures did not do this woman justice. She was drop-dead gorgeous.
She was pretty skinny and had a pretty flat chest, but her thighs were incredibly thick, and her butt was just perfect, big but with a nice definition. She probably stood around 6’1” barefoot, but she was wearing these Demonia boots that pushed her up closer to 6’6”. As a man who loves tall girls and big butts, I was ecstatic. She invited me inside, and we talked, drank beer, and ate takeout for a while.
About this time, she told me that she was transgender. I don’t take any issue with this, transgirls are girls, and she was easily the hottest girl I’ve been on a date with. Around 11 pm, she suggests we go back to her bedroom because the tv in there is more cozy. We climb up on her bed, turn on some dumb Netflix original, and make small talk. As her hand starts moving up my thigh, I notice the crotch of her jeans begin to tighten and strain. I’ve always known I had a small penis, but this was the first time I really felt self-conscious about letting a girl see it.
I think she sensed my apprehension, so she began to pull down her jeans. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” she tells me.
Now, being a straight man, I hadn’t seen very many penises in my life, but she pulled out the biggest, most beautiful dick I have ever seen. It had this thick vein running down the top. Her cock was probably 7/7.5 inches long, but it was crazy thick. I was unable to wrap my hand completely around the base of her cock. It slowly tapered down in thickness, and her head was long and relatively narrow. Her penis looked like it was made for destroying holes. Her balls as well were big and saggy.
I couldn’t help but feel inferior to her. She looked at me with a proud look and told me that it was my turn. I unzip my jeans and pull out my tiny wiener from its hiding place. The head barely pokes out of the fly of my jeans. Ashlee can’t help but let out a loud laugh. To this day, I hear that laugh run through my mind and involuntarily get a little hard. At first, she tries to play it cool and act supportive. We continue making out only now. Our cocks brush against each other and remind me just how much smaller I am than her.
By this point, we’re both completely naked. Ashlee bends over and tells me to fuck her in the ass. I nervously approach her and try to guide my wiener to her asshole. To my dismay, her ass cheeks completely envelop my wiener, and I’m hardly able to get the tip inside her. Again, Ashlee lets out a loud laugh, but this time, she’s less supportive. She tells me to get on my hands and knees, and I reluctantly obey. Ashlee spits on her cock and begins to pound me, calling me a worthless faggot while she does.
After a few minutes of this, Ashlee pulls out and makes me lay on my back. She rubs her massive meat against my own pathetic wiener and just lets loose verbally. Ashlee puts me in my place and really lets me know just how beneath her I am. She lies on her back, and her cock stands tall and proud in the air. I sit on it and begin to ride her. She grabs my hips and squeezes them, bucking hard as I ride. Without thinking, I start to stroke myself, but before I know it, Ashlee slaps my hand away from my penis.
She tells me, “If you want to touch yourself, rub it like the little clit it is. Make your pussy wet for me.”
Holy shit, no need for me to touch myself. The combination of Ashlee’s words and her fat dick destroying my prostate made me cum right then and there. I leak a small load down my balls and onto her pelvis.
She laughs as she says, “Fuck, did you just cum? You’re such a fucking faggot!”
After a few more minutes of me riding, she erupts inside me. We continued this relationship for about a year after this, but she ended up moving back to Toronto. I have definitely not been the same since.
This female reader found her crush’s small penis no obstacle…
The first time SPH turned me on was in high school. There was this guy I had a huge crush on. He was the typical popular athlete, but he was smart, funny, and kind, too. We sat next to each other in our last class of the day and would flirt back and forth awkwardly.
On our last day of junior year, he and a few of his friends asked me if I wanted to go to the subway across the street after school. The ‘Cool’ kids from our school would always hang out at that strip mall, but I had never been invited before, so I was all in.
I walked over next to the guy I had a crush on, and we kept talking and getting to know each other while we ate our sandwiches. After everyone was done eating we were hanging as a big group in this field area behind all the stores.
I was talking to the guy about our summer plans (I think he was about to ask me to hang out) when one of his friends crept up behind him and yanked his shorts and boxers down. I couldn’t help but look while he was pulling his shorts up, and I saw his VERY small penis. It was the first one I had ever seen in person.
Immediately, his face turned bright red, and everyone around us started laughing. I didn’t think much of this size until his friend said, “Damn, dude, you’re fucking tiny!”
He looked at me, and I could tell from his expression that he was absolutely humiliated, and something about it turned me on like I never had been before. He ran away and started chasing his friend who had done it.
Later, when we walked back to our cars at the school, I could tell he was trying to play it off. He said, “Sorry you had to see that. Those guys are idiots. By the way, I’m a grower, not a shower.”
He nervously laughed it off and then asked me if I wanted to go to a movie the next week. I said yes, and we ended up having a lot of fun together that summer.
Another female reader had some difficulties at work…
I’ve been an ER nurse for 22 years. I have catheterized literally hundreds of men. My pervy friends always ask me if I see any big equipment. Once in a while, something outstanding will come through. It’s rare ever to see an erect penis, though (overdose of Viagra, maybe). They all look pretty similar when soft, but there are outliers, especially in regard to girth.
Saturday night, a patient landed in the ER with kidney stones. The doctor was concerned that he hadn’t urinated for several hours and ordered him catheterized to prevent bladder issues and to help clear any possible blockage in his urethra. Two junior nurses were helping me, one on either side of the bed. I grabbed the sterile catheterization tray, opened it up, and began prepping the assembly. They each grabbed one side of his sweat pants, he raised his bottom, and they pulled his pants and boxers down.
The three of us looked. And then looked again. For the sake of the patient’s dignity, we are not allowed to make comments or even make any sort of facial expressions. Just ‘stone-cold poker face’ we call it. We all looked at each other, then back down at the man’s tiny micropenis. Everyone did a good job of maintaining an expressionless stare.
His penis was literally just a tiny shriveled glans retracted into his pubic hair. He was in extreme pain, and his eyes were closed. His wife sat in a chair to the side and she was watching. I thought to myself, ‘You poor woman, is that ALL you’re getting?’ He was a regular build, 6-foot tall guy. Just an extremely tiny package. Years ago, I saw a female patient with a clitoris that was bigger than this man’s entire micropenis—True story.
I focused my attention back to the equipment I was prepping, putting it together and suddenly it occured to me…I usually use a 14Fr catheter tip on average, guys…a 12Fr if the patient is on the small side. Years ago, I used a 24Fr on a black man with an enormous penis. What a gift God gave that man! I swear I could have probably put my entire pinky finger INTO that man’s urethra. He took the largest catheter tip they make and didn’t even flinch. Massive! My pervy friends love to hear that story.
If I used even the smallest tip, I had on Mr. Micro. I knew it would literally split the poor man’s little penis right down the side, kind of like trying to put a telephone pole in a gopher hole. We don’t keep anything smaller than a 12Fr in the ER. Suddenly, it came to me…Mr. Babydick needed an infant-sized tip! I quickly left the room, headed for the maternity ward, and found a 6Fr tip. A nurse there saw what I was carrying and was concerned…
“A baby in the ER? Oh no!”
“Nope,” I said, “Just a babydick! Tell you about it later!”
Her eyes opened wide as if in shock. I hurried back to the ER. The junior nurses had not covered up our patient, and he was lying there with his tiny niblet completely exposed to the world—not the usual protocol. I gave them both an ass-chewing later about that. By this time, the patient was in 7th heaven on a morphine drip for his pain. He didn’t have a care in the world at that moment. His wife was none the wiser. She had no idea where I’d been or that I was using infant-sized gear on her husband.
After scrubbing his tiny nubbin with sterile solution, I could just barely fit the tip of the lidocaine gel syringe into his little pee-hole. I slowly injected him full of the numbing/lubricating gel. The 6Fr tip slid right in without drama. Almost no urine meant we basically had done the entire exercise for no reason, poor guy. But we can’t take a chance on bursting someone’s bladder. Thank goodness and the maternity ward supply room.
Meanwhile, this reader met a girl who wasn’t impressed…
Met this girl just before the COVID lockdown. We got to hang out twice before it happened. We ended up staying in contact for the duration, talking every day and whatnot. Towards the end of the lockdown, we started talking a little more explicitly and meeting up again during the shutdown. Sent a few risqué pictures back and forth, but I never sent dick pics.
Fast forward to us finally being able to meet up again. We hang out a couple more times before anything happens, but the chemistry is still there. Eventually, one thing leads to another, and we’re back at her place. We start to go at it, things progress, and she gets undressed. Starts to undress me. Mind you, we’ve had some drinks, so I’m somewhat under the influence of liquid courage but still pretty nervous.
So when she takes my pants down and sees my half-hard penis, she says, “I waited all this time for that,” then starts laughing.
I instantly got rock hard but was smart enough to get her off using my hands and mouth first because once I stuck it in, I only lasted about 30 seconds. We kept drinking and spent the rest of the night talking, and she was making jokes about my size and how quick I was. We’re still good friends, actually. Sometimes, she still teases me because why wouldn’t she?
She sent me a picture of a thimble she found randomly, followed by ‘thinking of you.’ Or once she sent me a video from the store of a tiny cucumber, panned over to a bag of baby carrots, with the text, ‘Everywhere I look, I’m reminded of you.’ Stuff like that. Good times
While this reader doesn’t know when to let go…
Last year was my first freshman year of college. I was taking comp one until I was the most beautiful thick black girl called Tess, her big ass jiggling left to right. I instantly got hard, but I think she sort of knew. We talked a little after class, where I got her number. She just needed it for class notes and stuff, but we talked a little during class she would randomly crack jokes towards me, and I would laugh along. Tess liked most of the things I liked.
On one of the last days of class, Tess and I and two other people in our class were sitting at a table doing our work. We were making a bunch of jokes then she said out loud, “I don’t wanna see you beating your shmeat!”
Shmeat=small meat, aka small dick.
I was so embarrassed, and when I was leaving, I got kind of hard. I also saw Tess leaving, and staring at her ass, I got even harder.
The spring semester came, and she randomly texted me asking what I was doing. We talked for a little bit, and I texted playfully, “You owe me a date saying I got a ‘shmeat’ in the middle of class.’
Tess replied, ‘Yeah.’
We watched a TV show together, and during it, she grabbed my dick, undid my pants, and put her hands down my underwear. Tess grabbed my dick, and she started laughing out loud her hands were so big around it. She laughed and said, “I knew you had ‘shmeat.’ My little brother is bigger.” Then Tess started talking to it like a baby, saying, “Aww, lil shmeaty, how cute lil babydick…”
I’m just sitting there embarrassed. I did not know what to say. After the show, I walked Tess to class, and she asked for my IG. After she said, “Later, shmeaty.”
I was kind of emotional, so I sent a picture of my dick to her. She texts back, ‘Aww, it’s OK, little buddy.’
We stopped talking for a bit until I texted her. She said she was talking to someone else, and today, I saw her thick as ever in shorts. She looks at me and nods my way. I think she was mad.
This reader got sprung naked by a hotel maid…
I was in a hotel for a couple of days. Maybe I’m just dumb, but every time someone knocked on the door across the hall, it sounded like mine, and I went to answer it, feeling like a goon when it was for my neighbor.
So today, I had just gotten out of the shower and was getting organized to check out when I heard a knock at the door. I called back to ask who it was and didn’t hear a response. A moment passed. Another soft knock. Rather than scramble for a towel or just open it, I think it’ll be better to check the peephole and see if they’re knocking on my door or the one across the hall.
I get 5 feet from the door, and it starts to open. I’m shocked, so I freeze up. I’ve been in a hotel room where a staff member entered by mistake. Usually, they do it slowly, making sure the room is empty. Not my girl. The door flies open, and I’m standing there with my little nub pointing right at her.
She gasps, stands there for a beat, and I try to cover up. She apologizes and pulls the door shut.
I’m completely stunned it just happened and don’t know whether I get dressed and tell her I was checking to see who it was, pretend it didn’t happen, or go to town on myself since the excitement of a random person seeing my little dick has me very turned on.
I decided to jerk it. Then, I got dressed and started to leave. As I walked to the elevator, I saw the maid’s cart outside a door between me and the lifts. I don’t know whether I was praying she would see me or that she wouldn’t.
As I walked by the room, I turned my head inside, and she was standing there with a bundle of dirty sheets. Clearly recognizes me. Mumbles her way through the quickest apology I’ve ever seen, and I run for the elevator, hoping she doesn’t finish that room, so I have to see her again.
