Our Readers SPH Experiences 298
By Our Readers
This reader spies on his wife and gets a shock…
I’ve wanted to get this off my chest for a while now. We had a birthday pool party for a family member, and I got called to do a job in the country that should have taken a few hours. Halfway there, they called and said just would get an estimate after the weekend. So I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to sneak back into our pool house/pump shed and spy on all the ladies in their bikinis laying out/swimming since I couldn’t peek in front of my wife.
I parked a block down the street, around the corner, and walked the alley behind our house. While I had settled into a good spot and started enjoying the view, I noticed something going on with the guys who had been invited, who had all gathered around each other.
It looked like they were daring or egging one on about something, but I couldn’t hear anything over the speakers blaring from the pool house. When suddenly I saw one of the guys walk over to where my wife was laying out tanning, away from the chaos of the party, and reading her book. He was standing, looking down at her, and started talking, she looked up and responded and started giggling and laughing a little, looking like she was blushing or embarrassed. He started flexing his muscles and had the posture of arrogance and cockiness one would expect from someone with his body and looks.
It looked obvious he was flirting somehow, but I couldn’t hear anything being said to know for sure. I was beginning to get angry, so I thought I should get back to my truck when suddenly I saw one of his buddies walking up behind him. Before my mind could comprehend what he could be doing, the other one was in mid-flex overtop of my wife, it hit me at the moment I saw his friend’s hands grabbing the sides of his swim trunks.
I’ve never felt so helpless in all my life than in that moment. It was like I was witnessing everything in slow motion, the anger, fear, and insecurity, as down went his trunks, and the laughter and whistling started from his friends like a pack of hyenas. He didn’t move for what felt like an eternity showing off his massive cock to my wife, but it was probably only a couple of seconds. He didn’t even try covering himself. Just slowly grabbed his trunks and started slowly pulling them up. I felt paralyzed, watching it flopped out, just hanging there, swinging back and forth.
I immediately felt utter jealousy, shock, and humiliation when I saw my wife’s look of disbelief and shyness/embarrassment. She was staring at it in disbelief, and when I looked back at him, he was just smiling while looking at her expression as he slowly pulled them back up. I stared at it in disbelief, too, and felt humiliated by the fact that, in comparison, my silver member dick seemed so pathetic.
He walked back over to where all his friends were laughing and joking. He looked not embarrassed, but like he was walking back like a conquering hero; how it was so much bigger than mine has never escaped my mind since. I snuck back into the alley and started jogging quickly back to my truck.
Within a few minutes, I was pulling back into the driveway and running into the house, trying to be as loud as possible to make my presence known. She heard me in the kitchen putting my saw down rather loudly walked inside, and asked me what happened about the job call. The first thing I noticed, the first thing anyone would have noticed at first sight of her at that moment, were her nipples. Completely hard and poking against/through her swimsuit as she had just been pulled from the waters of the Arctic.
I felt sick to my stomach. I could hardly answer her, my words babbling and half incoherent, trying to explain how they canceled halfway there. Luckily enough, she just assumed I was red-faced, mumbling, and unable to speak concisely out of anger about my wasted trip and time. The truth was sadly different. My perverted mind and the idea of peeping were the cause of my anger. Had I just gone straight home and not let my perversions take over, none of this would have happened. Now it’s constantly on my mind, led me down the road of bisexuality, ED, and thoughts of cuckolding.
Our sex life was sadly never really satisfying for her before, but it’s been nonexistent since. Our marriage is, for all intents and purposes, over; she wants a divorce once our youngest graduates and goes off to college. I’ve come to grips with it all over time, and trying to cope and understand my sexuality now. But the events I witnessed that day won’t leave my mind, as I constantly see him, and he still comes around. I can hardly look him in the face, and every time he looks at me, the arrogant grin and the feeling of humiliation. I can feel and sense him exerting his dominance over me, being the bigger dick alpha male.
Another reader thought it’d be fun until he tried it…
After a long time thinking about it, I decided to tell my wife that I was interested in trying small penis humiliation. I think she was a bit surprised but was open-minded about it. I told her it was something we could try from time to time to spice up our sex life. Fast forward about a year. My wife talks about my penis being small every time we have sex, multiple times per session.
When we cuddle, she’ll squeeze my dick and ask, “How’s your little guy doing?” Sometimes, she will say, “You’re getting hard, but you’re not getting any bigger.” Sometimes she will tell me she made a ring with her thumb and finger and “You should hump it with your little dick.” She tells me, “All your babydick wants is to play in my pussy. It must feel so good for your baby dick.”
She likes to tell me if she can feel me when I penetrate her. If she is on the drier side, she’ll tell me, “Oh, I can feel your little dick in there today.” If she is wet, she’ll tell me, “I’m too wet today. I can’t feel your babydick at all.”
Cowgirl is the easiest position for her to cum in. She always has to ask, “Are you inside me?” because she can never feel my penis in her vagina in that position. “It doesn’t matter to me,” she’ll tell me, “I just need to grind my clit on you.”
She turned a kink that I was curious about into a constant part of our sex life. Ensure you know what you are getting into before you start because now she does it to me—I don’t like it. But she won’t stop even though I have asked her. (Bronze Member)
Meanwhile, this reader’s girlfriend has had enough…
Tonight, we came home after being out with some friends. I did my best to please her, but she wasn’t getting any satisfaction. She just laid there uninterested. After slipping out a few times, she turned over and told me to fuck her from behind. She couldn’t feel anything. She still wasn’t satisfied. I kept slipping out. After five times, she told me to stop and to jerk off. She was getting dressed while I jerked my small silver member’s cock. I still couldn’t cum.
I stopped trying, and we went downstairs to watch TV. When we were done with our show, I stood. My little dick was in front of her, and she scolded me for being so small. She’s never done that before. She scolded me for being tiny and not being able to please her. She told me how disappointed she was that I couldn’t fill her up. I asked permission to jerk off, and she told me to do that because she couldn’t believe how tiny I was and that I couldn’t please her pussy.
We broke up a week later.
While this reader’s dick is called cute…
I’ve had a friend for about two years. When we met, I tried to get into a relationship with her, but things didn’t pan out that way, so we stayed friends. We’ve been flirty before and talked about our sexuality and stuff. She knew I was small (Silver Member), but she’d never seen it before.
Today, we were talking, and I ended up showing her. She burst out laughing and laughed for what seemed like forever. She said she now understood what I meant when I said I ‘couldn’t move it very much’ because she didn’t get it when I told her that the last time we were talking about lewd stuff.
She ended up calling it cute and saying many other things, too. She said it was cute, but there’s a difference between cute and hot. She said when she sees a hot one, she’s like, “Damn, I want that inside me right now,” but she doesn’t feel that way when she sees a “cute” one.
This reader recounts his first-ever SPH experience as a boy…
I visited with my sisters over the summer last year, and we were hanging out looking at old pictures. We found a small stack of pictures from my aunt’s lake house we would visit when we were little. My sister Carrie laughed and said, “You know what I wish we had a picture of?” She laughed harder. That time, Aunt J stripped you right in front of all of us on the dock.”
She snorted, and my other sister, Kat, started laughing too. As soon as she said it, my head flooded with memories. This was my very first SPH experience. I had thought it was when Carrie caught me jerking off, but this was a few years before that. I was young. We had gone to my aunt’s lake house with all the family. My mom, both sisters, my aunt Jill, and two of her daughters. My dad and uncle had gone golfing, and I was and am still the only boy on that side of the family.
We leave the car, and everyone rushes in and quickly changes into their swimsuits. But I realized I didn’t bring mine and only had the clothes I was wearing and some pajamas for the night. So, I just head down to the dock and figure I won’t get in the water; I’ll just hand out and ride in the boat while they take turns skiing.
We’re all standing around waiting for my cousin to pull the boat out of the boat house when my aunt notices I don’t have a swimsuit on. I tell her what happened, and she insists she has a spare suit in the house. She tells me to stay there on the dock, get my life vest on, and she’ll be right back.
Now, all the girls are on the boat waiting for me, and my aunt comes rushing out, holding a pair of small tan bikini briefs. They’re the bottoms to a girl’s bikini, which would already be bad enough. But then she comes right up to me and tells me to turn around, so now I am facing the boat. And in one swift motion, she pulls my shorts and underwear down.
I look up, and all the girls, my mom, sisters, and cousins are cracking up. I look down over my life vest and see a small nub sticking out; I don’t have any real hair yet. She then tells me to step in and proceeds to slip the bikini bottoms up my legs and snap the band. I looked down again, and it looked like I was still naked; they were almost the same color as my skin. And they fit so tight you could see the outline of my helmet. All you could see was a small dick head pressed against the fabric.
I was ushered onto the boat, and we took off. After a bit, I stopped thinking about it. But then, it was my oldest cousin’s turn to ski; she was probably 18 or 19 at this time and had a huge chest – they always poked fun at her a bit for having such large breasts.
She’s a good skier and was only wearing a belt-type life preserver. I am looking out the back, watching her get ready. She gives the thumbs up that she’s ready to go, and the boat takes off, and she immediately gets up. But she’s lost her top; she’s too busy skiing to notice she’s flopping around bare-chested. I still remember the way her dark, tanned skin left such pale triangles over her breasts and made her dark nipples stand out even more against her white flesh.
My aunt looks back and sees what I am seeing and then looks at me and down at my crotch. I’ve got a tiny little hard-on for my cousin, and there is no hiding it. Jill finally calls out for my mom to stop. Now everyone looks back and sees both Jan’s topless large breasts and my tiny saluting soldier. My cousin Jan was still confused until my aunt told her she lost her top. She starts laughing, finding it funny; she got back on the boat and covered up with a towel.
Then, my aunt throws me a towel and tells me to cover up my little boner. So, now all of this embarrassment floods back over me, and the new humiliation of having my sisters remember it and joking about it is added. This was my first SPH experience.
Another reader got drunk and did something stupid…
So I was at a bar and took this good-looking girl back to my place. After we had many drinks, she tied me up and took pictures of me naked. I didn’t think much of it at the time. We had fun, and she left after I passed out drunk. The next morning, I got up very hungover. My phone was dead. I put it on charge and took a shower. After a bit, I turned my phone on, and the messages and texts from so many people. It turned out she took the pictures of me with MY phone, posted them to all my social media accounts, and sent them to all my contacts so everyone I knew saw my small erect microdick (Gold Member). They remind me about this every day, which happened 10 years ago.
Meanwhile, this reader got measured and came up short…
So maybe 10 years ago, I had a girlfriend, and we had a normal sex life. We were around 19/20, and my size was never really a topic until I discovered bone pressed length, and I told her I had 15cm (6 inches) erect bone pressed (which I exaggerated). I was not really into SPH and wanted to brag about my size. I’m a silver member of the small dick club, and that’s why she looked at me skeptical and wanted to measure it in front of her. I was nervous, but it was kind of hot. When she measured my silver member length, she laughed and said: “I didn’t expect it to be that small!”
I tried to press the ruler and gained a fraction more. She laughed even more, and I began to leak pre-cum. She then grabbed my dick and said: “Oh, it’s soooo big. Don’t worry about it.” That was my first SPH experience, and it was so humiliating and hot.
While this reader got cheek from his lab partner about it…
One of my old classmates, Megan, and I used to flirt and joke around with each other. But she would make a lot of jokes about me having a small dick. I had no idea if she knew or was joking around with me initially. So I tried to deny it, but she would never believe me. So when it was just the two of us working on our science lab together, I agreed with her and said that my dick was small. She smiles at me and says, “So you finally admit it?”
I asked her, “How do you know? Do you have X-ray vision or something?”
I was kind of joking around, but I still wanted to know. She told me that she took the bus with this girl who I shared pics with and that she showed her my dick and said, “Your lab partner has a tiny dick.”
I tried to defend myself and said, “It’s not tiny. It’s average size…”
But she cuts me off and says, “I wouldn’t quite say average. It looked pretty small in the picture.”
It was embarrassing that she knew I was small, but it also turned me on so much, knowing that she meant all of her jokes about my size.
This reader got the dog but not the bone…
I was in college and 19. At a party, I hit it off with a friend of an acquaintance, Joy. She got my number from her friend and called me a time or two. We got together one weekend and spent the day driving around, listening to music, etc. She was great looking and very cool and had me take her to her house where I met her mom. Joy and I sat in some yard chairs in their back yard and talked. Suddenly, she got all sexy on me.
“I suppose you’d like to have some sexy fun, wouldn’t you?” she asked.
“Sure!” I said
“Maybe we could go back to your place and do some things together,” she said, smiling big. “There’s just one thing to get out there first.”
“What’s that?”
“I have a minimum size rule. Unless your hard cock reaches your belly button while lying flat, I don’t bother…not enough cock for me,” she said, pausing. “Do you meet that spec?” she asked.
“Uhhhh…” I said, suddenly embarrassed. I was visualizing. How close was I? I could recall filling my belly button with cum many, many times, but I knew my cockhead fell way short of the mark. What was I thinking? I knew it wasn’t even close.
“If you’d like to show me that you’re big enough right now, we can go back to your place and have some fun,” Joy said.
The only thing more embarrassing than the position I was already in, being made to admit my small size, was lying, getting back to my place with her, hauling out a short dick, and her getting all pissed off, maybe making a fuss in front of my roommates (who were both ULTRA HUNG) about my bronze member dick. I decided to cut my losses right there.
“I guess probably not. If I have to be lying flat,” I told her.
“I’m sorry… I just really like BIG boys,” she said apologetically.
I got up, told her I’d had fun, and left. When I got home, I measured my boner. I was short of her specifications by more than I care to admit. I’m a member of the small dick club.
*****
About a year later, I called a classified advertisement about a puppy that needed a home. I was looking for a dog. It was ‘Joy!’ She’d just moved into an apartment a block from my house, had two dogs, and the landlord said only one dog per tenant was allowed. She invited me over to have a look at him. On the way, I wondered if maybe she’d changed her minimum size rule, and this would lead to pussy. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a monster of a guy.
“This is Chris, my boyfriend!” Joy introduced us.
There was no doubt in my mind that Big Chris probably met or far exceeded her size spec.
The dog was a keeper! Joy? Not so much 🙂
Another reader was laughed at while taking a piss…
My name is Ricardo, 28 years old, I’m Brazilian and I’d like to tell you about something that happened to me a few weeks ago. I graduated from gastronomy college, but because I live in a small town, I settled for a job as a bartender at the best restaurant here. It’s a large space compared to other places in the city. The restaurant is an old house with two floors, each room containing two to four tables, depending on the size. In total, we receive about 50 people on the busiest days, which means little work for me, leaving time to help serve the customers since the chef and owner of the restaurant doesn’t let anyone step foot in his kitchen.
On the last Saturday of September, the restaurant’s second floor was closed for a birthday party with 16 guests, so I was only responsible for taking care of the second floor. Skipping over what’s not important, at one point, I needed to go to the bathroom and use the urinal. I had never used that bathroom, so I didn’t know that those urinals weren’t divided to prevent people from seeing each other. I wanted to pee, so I went to one of the toilets, strategically staying three toilets away from one of the customers.
I started to urinate when I was surprised by laughter. I have a pretty small dick, I’m a silver member of the small dick club when it’s hard, but when it’s soft, it measures less than 3 cm (1.1 in). It was a shock. I never imagined that another guy would look like that in the urinal, I imagined there was a code among us men not to peek, and there I was with my few centimeters of dick while that drunk guy laughed and urinated with a penis that even when soft was bigger than mine when erect.
The worst part was when he left, he certainly commented at the table, and every time I went to deliver something to the table, I heard laughter and whispers. I’m insecure about my size, and that traumatized me even more.
Meanwhile, this reader got an unexpected lap dance…
When a lady at my running club walked in, I just came out of the shower in the men’s changing room. I was the only one naked, and she just stared at my groin and said nothing. She has never spoken about this, but I notice she stares at my groin area whenever she meets me. My soft dick is only 2 inches long. At our Christmas meal, she sat on my lap, and I became erect. She looked at me again but said nothing. Erect, I’m a silver member of the small dick club. She started moving slightly, and after about 2 minutes, I came in my pants. She continued, and after another 2 minutes, I came again. I was then soft but had a wet patch on my trousers, which I concealed for the rest of the evening.
*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.