This reader gets a thrill out of public nudity…

I used to think owning a small penis was a curse until I started dating. None of the girls I got to second and third base with during high school were disappointed with my equipment. In fact, they seemed quite eager to get their fingers on it. However, with my school days and teen years in the rearview mirror, an introduction to the tastes of more experienced females taught me that there are women who are not enamored with large penises. I became more accepting of myself enough to visit nude beaches.

The college student I was dating had never once mentioned size to me, and when I brought the subject up, she was quite surprised to learn guys had a size hang-up. To her, a dick was just a dick, and she did not particularly like big ones that hurt her. Mind you, tell her she had big tits, and she’d get mad as hell. She introduced me to nude beaches, where I developed an odd fetish.

I won’t say that my comfort with my penis size came with a snap of the fingers. Nude beaches retaught a lesson I learned in high school that dicks come in all sizes, and I just happened to be on the low end of the scale. That doesn’t sound too bad, but fully erect is one thing and wrinkly flaccid another, and when I’m completely soft, there isn’t much there.

Something strange happened to me at the nude beach. There are three clothing-optional beaches nearby, and I go to all of them. I started going with my twenty-one-year-old girlfriend, a red-haired college student with rather large breasts, oversized areolas, and a ginger patch of hair between her legs. She was a looker, and a silver dollar-sized birthmark at the top of her butt crack sealed the deal. She got the looks from passing strangers, and so did I, lying beside her with my half-inch wrinkled nubbin nestled in trimmed pubic hair.

I noticed the amused grins and heard the unbelieving snickers and the whispered comments I was not supposed to hear. In the beginning, each smirk and critique would start a burning sizzle of doubt, but my girlfriend would lean into me and place a warm palm on my chest or run her fingertips through my pubic hair and lightly tickle the underside of my scrotum and tell me that I was the best looking guy on the beach. I became immune to the looks, the jokes, and the comments, but then, after a while, I began to look for the smirks and the hand gestures. I did not know why, just that I liked the gentle ridicule.

I hit the beach by myself early one afternoon, my girlfriend busy with college assignments. The beach was crowded, and protocol for single males forced me further along the shoreline past the more mature sunbathers to settle between larger crowds of collegegoers. I was not totally at ease with my bearings as the mature people politely poked fun at my size, but the younger people tended to be a bit rude. With my towel stretched out and lotion applied, I settled down on my back with my straw cowboy hat over my face for a light snooze in the rays.

There was a noisy bunch to my left chasing away any possible slumber, so I lay listening to them talk about guys, their swimsuits, college courses, and more guys. Then I caught it, the “Oh my God, look at that,” and “It’s so tiny!” and the “Jesus, it’s a microdick.”

I casually shifted my hat so I could put one eyeball on them and watched the elbow nudges and the turning bodies for a better view and the inevitable cellphone cam video of the guy with the tiny dick. Laughing voices from the huddled faces gathered around the phone meant I was being uploaded to the net.

It occurred to me that having a small dick was not so much a burden but an obligation. As the standup comic at the club is expected to belt out the one-liners, the smallest dick on the beach needed also to put on a show. I watched the girls watch me, lose interest in my tiny bopper, yet occasionally swing their head around for a status check. I tried to will myself an erection with no success. I imagined myself making love to their tanned, supple bodies, which caused a limited nudging of girth, not enough to catch their attention.

The breakthrough came when I got the smart idea to pop a bud in one ear and watch porn on my phone while appearing to scroll emails. I dared not look at the girls. I closed my ears to all but the moans and the groans from the screen in my hand. I felt myself growing and let it get hard to its full, silver member, 4.2 inches.

The first girl to notice sat up immediately and gasped a startled shout to her friends. Their heads swung around, and they quickly shifted themselves to stare at my small boner at a forty-five-degree angle.

“Oh my God. Look at that…”

“He’s got a little boner! God, what woman would want to fuck that little thing?”

“Not me, that’s for sure.”

“I’m posting this shit as a warning to all women to stay away from babydick man.”

“Maybe he wants someone to suck it.”

“God, you’re such a slut, Brittiany.”

That last one got me. I slowly ran a hand along my inner thigh and across my balls as if a fly were tickling my nuts. I gave my dick a thrust in their direction to entice one of them to saunter over, but none of them did. They watched my dick, took their pictures, and eventually lost interest when my hard-on began to fade. The reaction of those girls was such a rush, and I knew small dick exposure held a magical power that needed to be explored. Since that day, I never turn down a chance to flash my tiny dick and eagerly devour the snickers, the gasps, and the inevitable humiliating comments.

Another reader is schooled in the arts….

I went to visit the Louvre in Paris with my wife (a wonderful museum, by the way), and she commented, “I think you will find this interesting…”

Of course, in the wing of Greek statues, we end up talking about the male penises depicted. She says, “Some of them are really, really small.”

At this point, I bring up my science, saying, “In those days, small genitals were seen as virile and big ones as barbaric.”

She smiles and says, ” Well, it must have been a guy with a small dick like you who came up with that bullshit. I think women back then wanted to see more barbaric cocks and less babydick ones, just like today.”

She says it loud enough for the small group behind us (three women in their twenties) to hear. One of them stifled a laugh. I tried to keep a straight face by adding, “These are cultural conventions, dear. Times were different then.”

She cut me off, saying, “It seems more a matter of physical reality than of culture,” and moved off to look at other statues.

My eyes met the woman who heard my wife say I had a small dick. The one who stifled a laugh. She gave me a wry smile and went off with her girlfriends, whispering something to them. Joining my wife, I decided to change the subject. God, she has a big mouth sometimes.

Meanwhile, this reader is at the bottom of the list…

A while back, I started dating a girl who had had sex with at least 50+ men prior to me, several of whom included close male friends of hers. One night, lying in bed after having sex, we were talking about past partners, and she offered to show me her list of men in her notes app. I, of course, agreed, accepting my name to be near the top as I had no idea how many men she had slept with at this point.

To my shock, I saw the long list all ranked by dick size, with the longest belonging to her best male friend, and my heart kept dropping as I had to scroll almost all the way to the bottom to find my name with my dick size next to it (Four and a half inches hard). To make matters worse, we had to go to a New Year’s party right after, where I saw many of the guys on that list. It was so humiliating walking around knowing all those men had bigger cocks than me and had fucked my girlfriend.

While this reader is having some issues we ALL have faced at one point…

I’m struggling with a lot of confidence issues right now. My penis is a little over 3 inches hard on a good day (Gold Member), and I’ve always been insecure about it. I was late to the dating game, losing my virginity at 22 to a kind Mexican escort. Admittedly, I didn’t last long—about 10 seconds, cumming on the second stroke.

She laughed afterward and said, “Oh my God, you have to last longer than that.”

To be fair, she was mostly nice about it, but I was mortified. It was even worse when my friends noticed I was only in the room for like two minutes. My sex life since then hasn’t been much better. I’ve had a few girlfriends, but I always had issues in the bedroom. One ex refused to sleep with me for a year, only letting me perform oral. I later found out she was cheating on me the entire time, which was a huge blow. It made me feel pathetic and really messed with my head.

Even when a girl doesn’t seem to mind my size, my insecurities ruin things. I convince myself they’re cheating, that I’m not enough, or that they’re lying to me. So, I end up dumping them first or sabotaging the relationship. The other day, I got terrified while dancing with a female friend who was grinding on me. I panicked, thinking she’d feel how small my penis was, and I left the bar like the beta bitch I am.

The last time I was with a girl, she took one look at my hard dick, made a flimsy excuse, and bolted. It was obvious why. I was too embarrassed to say anything and just stayed polite. Afterward, I won’t lie—I cried. I felt humiliated and small. I heard her laughing as she left, and it felt like she was laughing at me. She ghosted me after, and later posted on Snapchat about ‘dodging a very small bullet.’ That was a few months ago.

I’m almost done even trying anymore. I know I’m not supposed to care, that it’s ‘not a big deal,’ but it is to me. It makes me feel inadequate and unworthy. It’s gotten to the point where I don’t even want to have sex anymore because I feel like I’m embarrassing myself just by trying. The fact that I have to buy extra-small condoms online—because even ‘snug’ ones are too big—is emasculating.

This reader passed out drunk in a compromising position…

A few years ago, my cousin and I had planned a trip together to run a half-marathon. She asked if her best friend could tag along, to which I agreed. On the first night of the trip, we got hammered. I ended up chatting with a group of people from one of the bars we went to, which led to me splitting from my cousin and her friend. This turned out to be a mistake.

By the end of the night, I had taken way too many shots with this new group of friends. I could barely walk correctly, and my memory was gapping, but I somehow managed to make it back to the hotel room, which was luckily just around the corner from the bars.

Upon arriving at the room, I thought I would find my cousin and her friend since we were sharing a room, though they were nowhere to be found. I figured, ‘Well, I might as well get changed and go to bed.’ I sat on the bed and began undressing myself, and somewhere along the line, I ended up passing out belly up with no blanket to cover myself. Normally, I’m about 2″ soft, but the hotel room was extremely cold (which probably helped knock me out), so I was more like 1.5″.

The next day, when I woke up, a blanket covered me, but still completely naked. At the time, I was surprised to find myself naked since my memory had some holes, but I assumed I had just been knocked out while changing and covered myself up. I looked over to the other bed and saw they were asleep. So I quickly got changed and then passed out again.

When I finally woke up, I had the worst hangover. We were going to explore the city that day, so we ordered an Uber to the other side of the city and decided to make our way back to the hotel slowly on foot (side note, I had to tell the Uber driver to pull over to avoid hurling in the back of his car). Skip forward to the end of the walk. My cousin had stopped to purchase at a nearby store. So, her friend and I decided to walk to the hotel room ahead of her.

As we were about to enter the hotel room, my cousin’s friend turned to me and said, “You know you were completely naked last night, right?”

I felt a shiver go down my body since I didn’t think they saw me naked. I said, “I was wondering why I woke up naked. (nervous giggle). Please tell me my cousin didn’t see me naked.”

She laughed a little bit and said, “I came back before her. I was a little surprised when I came in, so I just covered you and went to sleep.”

I let out a sigh of relief and asked her not to tell my cousin, to which she responded with, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her about your tiny dick.”

The conversation was cut short when my cousin finally made it back to the hotel room. I wanted to explain myself more, but we never had another moment alone after that. Needless to say, I was super embarrassed.

Another reader’s wife outed him to their coworkers…

My ex-wife and I both worked at a call center together. We were the ‘life of the party’ if you will. We became friends with everyone, and everyone enjoyed our company. She was the first person I slept with. I have a two-inch dick, hard. Innie when soft. I’ve always been into humiliation and cock/ball pain. I got to explore it with her. She had many, many pics and videos of my small unit in various positions and whatnot.

I had a work trip to go on. I was gone for a week while she stayed in the office with all of our friends. The day before I came home, she got drunk at the bar with most of our coworkers (friends). She ended up showing ALL of them the pictures and videos of me. I came back to town and went to the bar that we all met at after work. Met everyone there. My wife told me what she’d done. I was both mortified and excited.

After drinking way too much, we were hanging outside, smoking and chilling. She convinced me to show off to our coworkers, so I reluctantly did. She pulled my shorts down, and they (about 16 people) gasped/laughed. My wife had to push it out of my body, then used two fingers to make me hard. Everyone was howling with laughter. I was numb.

One of our friends (female, 19 years old) told my wife to recreate a particular video she showed them right now. She obliged. I had no choice but to go with it. She grabbed my little hard dick and squeezed it as hard as she could until I couldn’t handle it anymore, and it sunk back into my body. They all laughed, and she used a bic lighter to shove it further into my body.

I was mortified.

I was known as the ‘he-she’ until I quit two months later. We got divorced six months after that, when she told me she fucked my best friend. It both hurt and turned me on at the same time.

Meanwhile, this reader has a girlfriend into SPH…

So the girl named Maya, who’s seen my dick and is into SPH, invited me over for a game night with a couple of her girlfriends. She and I have been friends with benefits for a little bit now at this point and she’s been wanting to push the SPH a bit further. I didn’t know what she meant until tonight. So we all drank a lot and went outside to hit my vape. We all smoked and talked for a while, and everyone was clearly feeling it. We all kept talking, and the conversation of sex came up. The girls were talking about how penis sizes feel when we’re inside them.

Maya said, “A small one can get the job done, too.”

Her friend Taylor said, “Do you know from experience?” and looked at me, and they all laughed.

Maya said, “Maybe I do,” and both Taylor and her other friend Megan cracked up.

Megan said, “Uh oh, she outed you,” to me.

I got embarrassed and said, “It’s not that small.”

But Maya said, “They’ve seen your nude pics. They already know your small you are,” as the two of them cracked up.

I denied it again as they all laughed, and Maya said, “Stand up and prove it,” as they all laughed again and egged me on.

So I stood up and (probably because I was high) just stripped butt naked and threw my clothes. I looked down, and sure enough, my shrimp was about one inch soft, and they all started crying with laughter.

Taylor said, “I can barely see it!”

Megan said, “It’s smaller than in the pictures.”

I stood there with my little peanut on full display. Maya rode me later and kept talking about how they laughed at me and kept humiliating me. She got a big kick out of it.

While this reader goes dick out with a friend…

A couple of years ago, I shared a hotel room with a friend (29) on a guy’s trip. I’ve shared with him before and been friends for years, and I’m aware he’s got a big cock. Like a seriously big cock. Having recently learned to love my small dick, and given that we’ve been friends for years, I decided I’d just walk around the room naked like he did. When I did it, he saw my small one-inch soft dick and small balls. Now, we’re both skinny white guys, but below the belt, the difference is huge.

I made the first move and joked, “Yeah, it was a cold shower…” as I stood there naked, and he laughed.

Seeing I was OK with the joke, he remarked, “I’ve seen bigger clits, dude.”

“Yeah. It’s not quite your size, is it?” I said, gesturing at his huge floppy soft cock (Like six inches soft) and his big hairy balls.

Cue three days of sharing a room and walking about naked when we were back there. I think he got a kick out of being the alpha dog and showing off to me. It wasn’t gay or anything, but he was definitely making me feel inadequate.

When I got home, my girlfriend asked how sharing a room with him was, and I said, ‘Um… It was a humbling experience.’ To let her know, perhaps I saw too much.

This reader gets a Brazilian while he’s on a work trip…

I shaved my genitals for years, but my wife suggested/insisted I get waxed. Too embarrassed to go into my town, so while traveling for a day work trip in another state, there was a ‘Waxing The City’ business across from my hotel. I was too nervous to go in and request a Male Brazilian, so I called and nervously called and spoke to the receptionist and said I saw on the website they do male Brazilians. She confirmed, so I booked one for about three hours later with a girl named Anna.

I showed up and was so nervous. She told me to undress, use a large wet wipe, lie down face up, and cover with a hand towel. I did and waited for what seemed to be 10 minutes. She came in and checked her hot wax and then grabbed baby powder, and then removed my towel, revealing a penis that was inverted (Flaccid Inny). Since I have basically no scrotum, it looks like a vagina.

She shockingly asks, “What is that?” I told her I was nervous, but she said, “That’s more than nervous. Is there even a dick in there?”

I replied, “Yes, I’ll get it out.” I extracted a nearly two incher to her reply, “I’ve been waxing men for 5 years and never seen a dick that small before. Well, not on a man, anyway. On a little toddler, maybe.”

She seemed so sympathetic, and I suddenly became relaxed. I said, “Do you want to cancel, and I can go?”

She said, “No, I’m so sorry for saying that. I was rude.”

“That’s OK. It was calmer than my wife’s reaction on our wedding night in 1980.”

“She hadn’t seen it before?”

“No, we were virgins. Times were different back then.”

So she proceeded to wax it completely, and then she said, “It looks like my little brother’s when I was ten and he was five. Will your wife be shocked to see this?”

“No, not really. She insists I shave it, just wants to see if waxing lasts longer.”

“I hope she likes it. Come back again.”

I told her I was traveling for work and would probably be in the area again, as I was six hours away.

“Well, I will remember that tiny dick forever. Can some of the other girls take a look?” she asked.

I said, “Hell, yes.”

She left and returned with two beautiful girls. They laughed, touched it, took pictures, and took selfies.

I just said, “Don’t get my face in the pic.”

They didn’t. I got dressed, left, went back to the hotel, jerked off, and took a nap. Never told my wife about the experience!

Another reader exposes himself for laughs…

So my girlfriend Elena had her best friend Abby over for drinks and games. We drank a lot and were all feeling good. We’re playing a game like truth or dare, and if you don’t do what it asks, you have to drink. Abby pulls a card, laughs, and asks Elena, “How big is your partner? Two shots if you don’t answer…”

Elena says, “Soft or hard? Because there’s a big difference.”

Abby laughs, and Elena realizes what she said. Abby says, “All right, fine then, soft!”

Elena says, “Well, most guys are small when they’re soft,” as Abby keeps laughing and says, “Some of them aren’t, though.”

I’m so drunk that I get up and drop my pants and say, “Well, here’s your answer,” and my wiener’s like one-inch soft, and my balls are all shriveled up, and Abby keeps laughing as Elena covers her mouth in shock and

Abby says, “Oh my God, I hope it gets bigger for Elena’s sake.”

They both kept laughing at my little wiener.