This reader is outgunned in a bathhouse…

My sister and her husband (my brother-in-law or BIL) come to my home often because we’re very close both distance-wise and relationship-wise. My BIL loves going to the gym, so he often comes over in loose sweatpants or gym shorts. I had never seen him nude up to this point. Still, you can definitely see a VERY large flaccid penis swinging between his legs and hitting the loose fabric on the front of his pants when he walks around.

Last week, I went to a Korean-style bath house with my girlfriend of 6 years and my BIL. The baths and saunas were separated by gender. There was a commingling common area that you were required to walk through to get from the locker rooms to any of the baths or saunas. I knew this was the layout of the bathhouse, but I was not aware that no clothing was allowed. The only towel you were allowed to bring was a small hand towel that you could not wrap around your waist.

When we entered the bathhouse, my BIL and I went into the men’s locker room while my girlfriend went into the women’s. I was astounded by how big his soft cock was. For context, my penis is around 2” soft. Hard—I am a Bronze Member. This man’s cock was at least 6” soft. I was completely speechless and was trying not to stare while we walked out of the locker room naked into the common area. While we walked, I could see the familiar pattern of his cock swinging around, but this time unrestricted by any clothes. When we met up with my girlfriend, she couldn’t even make eye contact with us. We tried making small talk, but we all knew what was on our minds.

And then it happened: I couldn’t stop myself from getting hard. So here I am with my girlfriend of six years and my brother-in-law, surrounded by a few dozen strangers, rock hard. My small boner stood tall right next to my brother-in-law’s massive flaccid cock, and I knew both my girlfriend and brother-in-law saw it. No one said anything about it, and we carried on with our plans to relax at the bathhouse.

On our way back home (without my BIL in the car), my girlfriend started bringing up how big my brother-in-law’s penis was and how lucky my sister was. She’s not into small penis humiliation at all and doesn’t know that I’m into it either. But she brought it up anyway because of how in awe she was. We didn’t talk much more on the way back home, and she didn’t bring it up again afterward.

Last night, my sister and her husband came over for dinner again. Every few minutes, I caught my girlfriend staring at my brother-in-law’s crotch. Since then, all I’ve been able to think about is how inferior I am to my sister’s husband.

Another reader noticed a lump…

I noticed a lump in one of my testicles at about age 44 and didn’t have a primary, so I went to a local female doctor. Her young female assistant (I don’t know if she was a nurse or a PA) did the initial workup with me, fully clothed, of course. Then, the Doctor came in and asked me to drop my pants so she could examine my testicle. I did, but I was a little anxious and nervous, and she said, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

I then showed them my small, shaved, flaccid penis. The Doctor’s head snapped back, her eyes got wide, and she did a double-take like: ‘OMG, it’s bald.’ Her face couldn’t have been more than a foot away from my penis, and the surprise was palpable. Her assistant said, “John likes to party.”

That was it. I got an ultrasound, and it was a cyst. But I’ll never forget the look on the Doctor’s face. With mostly a female clientele, I wager this was the first shaved one she’d seen in practice.

Meanwhile, this reader has poopus interruptus…

So I go to the mall with my girlfriend and things are going well. She got a few things, and we got some drinks, but it’s late in the day, and nature is calling. I go to the men’s restroom in the food court. I walk in, and there are five open urinals. No dividers, no hiding tiny from wondering eyes. I wait for a stall to open, the big one at the end for wheelchairs to open. I go in it and begin peeing. At that moment, I realized I needed to do a little more than pee. I sit down and try and finish my business, and that’s when it happened.

I was looking at my phone, scrolling, and I saw two small feet walk up to the door. I thought nothing of it; clearly a kid. He will see it’s occupied and move on. I heard snickering and giggling. The feet are still there. I’m like, WTF? The weirdo is still there. I still thought nothing of it. The feet walked away, and another came and stood there, different shoes similar size, then more snickering. I’m like, ‘OK, OK, very funny peeking through the door slit at people pooping.’ They go away this time.

A last pair walked up slightly bigger, and this voice and laugh were a little deeper. This one goes, ‘What the fuck?” and laughs loudly.

It sounded like a teenager’s voice. I looked down; my shirt was down by my knees, so I didn’t see what was funny. I was thinking just immature kids. I reached below my shirt and didn’t realize everything under my shirt was visible.

The stall was so big and spacious that from their POV, they were in clear view of my small soft dick and balls that were on full display to them. To put it in perspective, all that was visible was a small cockhead sitting on two small balls. So, three guys got a good 30 seconds to stare at my tiny junk and laughed. I never understood why the doors on these disabled toilets had such huge gaps in them, but that was a new embarrassment.

While a dissatisfied girlfriend dumps this reader…

The night I broke up with my girlfriend, I caught her cheating on me. I had dropped her off with her friend, and they went out. So I went and helped a buddy with a blown tire. A couple hours later, she texted me to pick her so I did. But when I got to the bar, she walked right by me and got in a dude’s car. I was on the phone with her sister and told her I was done.

Flash forward a couple of days and the after-breakup montage. My now ex-girlfriend’s sister called me and asked me if I’d heard from her. I said Not since this morning. She hadn’t either. So I texted her and said to message her sister because she was worried. So I was on the phone with her sister when she texted.

Ex-girlfriend: “Why are you talking to him?”

Sister: “Because he didn’t do anything wrong.”

Ex-girlfriend: “You’re my sister.”

Sister: “And?”

Ex-girlfriend: “Whatever. He was too small and wanted to dress like a girl. It was too much for me.”

Sister: “That is so fucked that you’d tell me that.”

Me: “Well, I guess you know my secret now.”

Sister: “I’m so sorry.”

Me: “It’s OK. I expected it. Breakups are always messy and nasty.”

I don’t know if she knew just how small I was. But she definitely knew about my panty fetish. 🤣

This reader was riding to the friend zone…

In my early 20s, I became friends with a girl because she loved my car (a 1967 Impala). We were friends for several years and hung out all the time. During an extremely long dry spell, I happened to complain about every girl that I was interested in not being interested in me.

One Friday night, we had been lightly drinking and making supper, and she must have decided to end my suffering. She told me she had condoms upstairs, and we could take care of my dry spell. We made it upstairs eventually, and it was fairly dark in the room. She grabbed the condom, tore it open, and reached for my penis.

She held it for a few seconds, slipped the condom on, and said most kindly as possible, “Well, I’ve heard dicks get bigger the more you use them.”

She might as well have said I’m so sorry about your tiny dick. Needless to I lasted about fifteen strokes, and I was done for. She even giggled when I apologized for cumming so quickly. We stayed friends for quite a while, but every time someone would ask if we were dating, she would just laugh and say Nope, he’s not my type.

Another reader tries a threesome with his wife and another guy…

My wife and I have been married for six years now. For about a year now, she’s been ‘joking’ about swinging, threesomes, wife swapping, and that sort of thing. Recently, we’ve discussed it more in detail, and she’s been saying that it’s just a fantasy of hers and something she would be open to if I were.

Fast forward to about a month ago now, we (by we, I mean she) hopped on Tinder and met a guy that we both approved of. I’m not bisexual at all, but he seemed like a chill guy, respectable, clean, and understanding of our situation that this we just a fling, not a relationship or anything between us and him and my wife.

Last weekend was when we finally set up the date for him and us to meet at a hotel in our city. He requested some black lingerie, tights or stockings, and red heels. We all went and grabbed dinner and got some drinks, and my wife wore all this under her dress to tease us a bit. We get back to the hotel room, and this is where we get busy, taking turns making out with her, fingering her, and eating her out.

He said he was big on dry humping and loved thigh jobs, thus why he requested the pantyhose. Things were getting pretty heated when he asked if she ever gave me a thigh job while he was getting one from her, and I was watching and waiting. In her horny and drunken state, she let slip, “There’s a lot we can’t do too well or much of because of his small size.”

Im a bronze member of the small dick club, and to her, I guess, this was still too small, and yes, this guy did have me beat by like four inches if I had to guess.

Long story short, I ended up watching them fuck, and my wife did things with him that I don’t do with her. I ended up cumming on her nylon ass while he finished inside her tights just in time by pulling out. Since then, she’s expressed that she loved that and wanted to do more.

Meanwhile, this reader hired some sex workers…

I’m an Asian chubby man with a tiny dick. Recently, I was on vacation and wanted a bit of action, so I hired a sex worker. We got back to the hotel, and we got started. She wanted to play with my dick a little bit before we really got going, not knowing I was a Gold member of the small dick club. She reached into my pants, grabbing near my legs like I was hung, and then she hit it right on the head. I’m about 1.5 to 2 inches soft. She tried to give me a handy to start, but it didn’t really work.

We small-dick guys know fucking your fist soft isn’t a good way to start. She asked how I do it, and I showed what I call the two-finger shuffle. So she started jerking me off with her thumb and index finger. She definitely got some good laughs. When I got hard, she gave me some head, and I gave her admittedly the worst two minutes of sex she’d ever had. It was fine for me, though. LOL.

Another encounter I had with a sex worker was different. First, she massaged my back, and when she finished, I turned around. When she saw my tiny penis, she refused to serve me. I asked her for a handjob instead. But she insisted she couldn’t do it because there was not enough dick to grab hold of, and she never used fingers only for that.

I said this was my problem. My tiny dick was very hard to masturbate because I could not fist it, ever. I could only use two fingers. She put the ruler tape and measured what my size was when erect and was surprised. She was used to working with many fat men, but she never saw one who had a dick as small as mine. I have a micropenis (Gold Member). I felt very ashamed because she basically told me my dick was the size of a toddler.

While this reader can’t get a mental image out of his head…

Last week I was talking to my girlfriend (black hair, around 20 years old, really skinny and small boobs) about some of our friends, and she started talking about some friends that we have and their dick sizes.

While we were talking, she told me a story about a really close friend of hers who used to date a girl that their group now hates. Still, after they broke up, she said to every girl in their group that this guy had a really, really tiny dick (a Gold Member, and she even made this sign to represent it 🤏). That made me really hard at the time since I am not the biggest either (Silver Member).

But what really made me hard was that just after that, she told me about an ex of her friends and also one of her best friends, she said: “His cock is amazingly huge. She told me that it was the best cock she’d ever had.”

Now every time I see him, I can’t stop imagining his huge cock while I see my small dick inside my pants.

This reader is dominated by his older sister…

When I was younger, I thought I had a decent-sized dick, but when my older sister saw it by accident one day, she told me how small I really was. We shared a bathroom growing up, and one day, I was showering, but I didn’t fully close the door because I thought no one else was home. When I was getting out of the shower, she opened the door and saw my dick. She started laughing and told me I had a babydick.

I covered up immediately and yelled at her, told her to get out, and said it was ‘average.’

She responded by saying you’re nowhere close to average that’s the smallest dick I’ve ever seen.

She left the room, and I could hear her calling her best friend from her room, laughing and telling her how she just saw my dick and how small it was. I got dressed and ran into her room to try and defend myself, but she just kept laughing and making fun of me.

From this point on, whenever we would get into fights, or she wanted something, she would bring up my little dick and say that she would expose me if I didn’t leave her alone or do what she wanted. She had all the power over me because I didn’t want anyone to know about me. It sucked.

Another reader was groped in gym class…

When I had gym class in high school, we had to change into our gym clothes. Since I’m very tiny down there, I would change in the corner, turned away from the other guys. I guess one guy noticed this as if I was trying to hide something. As we were exercising, he randomly came up to me and grabbed my small penis and balls. He looked at me and said, “I knew you were small. What is it, one inch or two inches?”

I was frozen as he squeezed my tiny package, and all I could say was, “Yes.”

He laughed and let go, then walked away. I was so confused and embarrassed to be exposed like that. Since I was never teased or bullied for having a tiny penis, I’m not sure if he told anyone else. He never brought it up again, so I still wonder what his reasoning was for groping me. My honest reaction was to be startled, so I stayed soft the entire time he was grabbing down there. I’m glad I didn’t get a boner because he would have told everyone about it for sure.

Meanwhile, this reader was caught naked by his sister and her friends…

I was 18 when it happened. My family took a trip to the beach for my older sister’s 20th birthday, and she brought four of her friends along to celebrate. We were staying in a beautiful rental right in front of the ocean—pool, BBQ area, and all. Most of the trip was amazing: playing beach volleyball and soccer and just having a great time with everyone.

One afternoon, I decided I was done with the beach for the day. Everyone else was still out, so I headed back to the house to take a shower. It was only after I stepped out, completely naked, that I realized I had made a crucial mistake—there was no towel in the bathroom.

‘No big deal,’ I thought. ‘Everyone’s still at the beach. I’ll just sneak out and grab one real quick.’

Fate, however, had other plans. Just as I stepped into the hallway, dripping wet and fully exposed, I locked eyes with my sister and her friends, who had just returned. For a moment, there was silence. Then, chaos. They burst into laughter, pointing, gasping for air between fits of giggles. Panicked, I blurted out the first excuse that came to mind:

“It’s cold!”

It really wasn’t.

From that day forward, I was no longer just me—I was ‘Peanut.’ They called me that for years. And just when I thought they’d let it go, they kept the joke alive in the most ruthless way possible. Now and then, they would casually take pictures of themselves, making tiny hand gestures—pinched fingers, pinkies up—just to remind me of my big moment. No words, just a smirk and a new photo added to the collection.

The worst part? I had a crush on one of them. Whatever slim chance I might’ve had with her before? Gone.

While this reader’s wife advertises his membership to the Small Dick Club on a T-shirt…

Etsy is a great place to buy SPH and other kink stuff from independent artists, as long as you avoid the ‘artists’ who just drop-ship from Temu. One of the legit sellers offers a range of items featuring a cute cartoon pinching hand 🤏 and the text ‘My Husband.’ Perfect for bedroom play, I thought, so I gave it to my wife as a surprise present. I bought it in neon pink (pink is her favorite) on a black background, and the Etsy shop had it printed to order for me. It really pops. It is far brighter and more attention-grabbing than I expected, and she loved it.

“I know you’re not going to wear it out of the house,” I admitted, “but I knew you’d like it.”

“What do you mean I won’t wear it out of the house?” asked my wife with a twinkle in her eye.

“Ha!” I barked.

My wife just smirked.

My heart skipped a beat, and my stomach dropped. This was an unexpected escalation in our play.

“You’re not really going to wear it out of the house, are you?” I asked.

“Of course!” she exclaimed. “People need to know.”

So, for the past year, my wife has been wearing that shirt for whatever occasion she thinks appropriate: rock concerts, restaurants, grocery stores, furniture shopping, clothes shopping, and jewelry shopping. (For the curious, you get the most visible and plentiful reactions at a rock concert and the most humiliating reactions at a jewelry store.)

She delights in showing it off strategically and then telling me about people’s comments and reactions later if I hadn’t noticed them. The reactions I’ve seen have run the gamut from laughing, to giggles, to comments, to pointedly pretending not to have seen the shirt (that one is the most common), to a grocery bagger misinterpreting the meaning (that happened once).

Today, my wife admitted something.

“I love this shirt,” she said. “You know I do. But the material is SO SCRATCHY.”

“Oh!” I said. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. Do you want to stop wearing it?”

“No,” she pondered. “I want a different one. Not a T-shirt. Something warmer. Long-sleeved. Actually, no, I want a hoodie.”

“They don’t sell hoodies with that design,” I mansplained like a supergenius.

“Then redesign it,” she said, “and find someone to print your design on a hoodie.”

“On the lapel?” I asked. “On the back?”

“Front and center,” she said. “As big as they can print it. In neon pink. Design it and show me.”

I did and showed it to her. She gave several iterations of feedback, starting with a matter-of-fact “Bo,” slowly moving to “It’s perfect-ish,” and finally to “Yes, that one. Buy it.”

“Do you want the ‘quarter-zip’ one or the pullover?” I asked.

“Wouldn’t the zipper make the design smaller?” she asked.

So that was a no to the quarter-zip. I hope the black pullover with my design in neon pink turns out well. There’s a human review step in the production process, so I’m actually worried they’ll refuse to print it. I guess we’ll see.

*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. Some of these “confessions” have been taken from Reddit.