This female reader had a nudist proposal…

Paul (my husband) has a micropenis, and I love it. It is tiny and cute. We have a monthly routine now (was biweekly but isn’t needed much now) where I apply hair removal cream to his body, and whilst it works, he will worship my pussy with his mouth, and it’s a great time! After we shower, it’s then more fun and we live an almost full-on nudist lifestyle.

One particular sph experience I will share is when Paul proposed to me.

We had been on a hike with our nudist group, it was quite the experience trekking up this amazing mountainside to reach the top (location private!), but at the top, he got down on one knee and proposed in front of everyone.

As I surveyed our surrounding and stared at his soft, button-like penis, I said, “Despite you having a babydick, yes of course I will!”

Everyone there then cheered, wiggling their pinkies at us. As we kissed and cuddled, his little penis poked out to attend, too, to much amusement.

I love a tiny one, so be proud, little men!

Another reader is a cuckold and a sissy…

My relationship with Sue came to a head one morning whilst lying in bed with Sue. She wanted me to do it doggy style with her as she was feeling horny. It was a surprise to me, so I obliged and got a small 4-inch erection. She kept her legs together so she could squeeze any thickness from my slim dick as possible. I couldn’t stop thinking about how many times Steve had fucked her in so many positions that it sent me crazy thinking about it. Once my cock was inside Sue, she moaned a little (of course, faking it) and then she began to rotate her ass. All I knew was how different from the past her well-used pussy felt. I could hardly feel my tiny clitty touch her inside pussy walls. Sue’s cunt had been so well stretched by Steve’s humongous cock!

“Come on…Fuck me harder…Come on…You stupid bastard…Fuck me with everything you’ve got!” Sue screamed at me.

But my little dick was no competition to the huge man-sized cock she’d been enjoying with Steve these past months. I couldn’t stop myself from sputtering out the words:

“Sorry…really, I’m so sorry, darling. I’ll never satisfy you like Steve’s been doing!”

Sue smartly pulled away from me, turned to lie on her back, and began to curse me for being a small dick loser, saying Steve was 100 times the man I could never be. She called me a useless little pee thing. She got up off the bed, and as she got fully dressed, she said:

“I knew you knew I was sleeping with Steve by the way you have lately been looking at me with those sad, doleful eyes. Put up with it, loser, because it’s the best sex I’ve ever had. I’ve loved every minute of it with Steve. So there… stick that up your sorry ass.”

Sue walked out of the bedroom and, half an hour later, left the house to visit Steve for the rest of the day and night at his flat. I accepted what she said was true. Steve came round on his bike the next day to give his version of the situation. I asked him how long he’d been sleeping with Sue, and he said more or less every week since that first bike ride. She had come round to the flat and seduced him within minutes, and of course, he obliged her wishes. He bragged that he soon had Sue achieving her very first orgasms with a real man.

I asked Steve if he now wanted to live with Sue, but he laughed at the idea and said he’d rather just keep fucking my girlfriend until it got boring. I said I was okay with the arrangement, and then I had to tell him that I’d been seeing his next-door neighbour, Francis, after I’d spied on them. Steve laughed so loud when I disclosed that his old college pal had been screwed by his gay neighbour, whilst he was screwing his girlfriend.

Steve stood up to leave and said, “So let’s call it quits, mate. You get what you want, I get what I want. I always knew you were a lying S.O.B. and preferred cock over pussy. You really are a sissy fucker!”

A few weeks later, Sue walked out on me! She continued to see Steve for the rest of the year until he got bored with her, like he said he would. The whole affair made me realise I wasn’t cut out to have a straight relationship with a woman. I began to understand I’d been in denial, and I was going to be much happier developing into a full and proper sissy.

Meanwhile, this reader remembers the one that got away…

I didn’t expect to write this much about her, but this is the same girlfriend from my first two stories. The one who laughed until she cried. The one who said my penis was “adorable.” We had gone out a few more times after that night, and things seemed okay—until the next “special moment,” as she started calling it.

We were back at my place. Lights low. Kissing, holding each other, making out. Trying to be romantic. Then we got into bed and I got on top, missionary. She had to help guide me in…like always. I’ve never been able to put it in on my own. But once I was in, I tried my best. I was going as hard as I could—grinding and thrusting, kissing her. Basically, worshiping her body.

She didn’t fake anything, which I appreciated. But she started asking things midway, “What did your exes say about your size?” and “Can you feel me?” I told her it felt like heaven. But she was already getting frustrated. Then she told me—softly, but firmly “Maybe you shouldn’t try to fuck women. I’m sorry, but I’m getting the female version of blue balls.”

She said she needed to finish under the faucet. She liked the way the running water felt on her clit. I helped her into the tub. She lay back, turned the faucet on, and started rubbing herself. Then she asked me to jack off onto her tits. So I did. I stood above her in the bathtub, watching her rub her clit while I stroked myself, and eventually came on her tits…while she kept rubbing, getting closer and closer, needing the faucet—not me—to get off.

A few minutes later, she came too. It wasn’t wild like porn. It was real, quiet, almost routine. When it was over, I helped her dry off. We kissed a little. Got dressed. And before she walked out, she said it again, “I just can’t get there with you.”

I didn’t argue. I just nodded. I think deep down, I knew that was going to be one of the last “special moments” she gave me. I didn’t expect to be writing this much about her. But I guess I still miss her.

While this reader was caught in the gym showers…

I’m trying to feel more confident in my body. I’ve been really consistent at the gym and have seen my body begin to change, becoming more toned and muscular. And that’s helped me start to feel less self-conscious about being hairy. Growing a hairy chest in my early 20s made me scared to take my shirt off. I was always so embarrassed and didn’t understand that guys out there would find it appealing.

But back to the gym, where I just finished my sets for the day. I had a busy work day, so I didn’t get to the gym until much later for me – in the late evening. When I got to the locker room, it was really quiet. No sound of showers going on or anything. I thought to myself that this would be a good time to be brave and shower before going home. I always avoided the showers because they were in an open area. And despite my body confidence improving with all my efforts, nothing was going to change the size of my little dick.

I saw all the other guys walking around naked with their big, soft, swinging cocks out, looking like total men. I looked like I still had a boy penis, just with hair around it and up my torso. I couldn’t face the hot men being naked, too. Plus, I was sure I’d go right to a stiff little boner. But no one was around, and there were barely any guys working out in the gym. I could finally try the shower and go quick before anyone else came in and saw. So I stripped out of my sweaty gym clothes, threw them in my locker, and immediately wrapped a towel around my waist. I practically tiptoed over to the shower area – totally deserted. I threw on the closest shower to get water warm.

I must have looked back and forth 20 times before I took off my towel, hung it on the hooks, and walked into the shower area, where the warm stream was waiting for me. I felt so exposed but also so free. I ran my fingers through my hair and let my hand travel down to my dick to give it a tug to try and encourage any extra soft length I could get. And that’s when he walked in.

This reader lost at beer pong and life…

When I was in college, I was at a party playing beer pong. There is a rule that if you lose and don’t score a single cup, then you have to strip and do a lap of the house before getting dressed again. It happened to me, and I tried to get out of doing it, but there were so many people telling me to strip. I tried to cover it with my hand because I know I’m small, and I was embarrassed, but as I was running, someone grabbed my arm and pulled my hand away. A bunch of people saw it and laughed at how small it was. I’m 3.5″ hard and soft, I’m only like 1.5″. I put my clothes back on and left the party. I didn’t live that down for the next 2 years. People wouldn’t say it to my face, but I overheard people talking about it. The story got passed around, too, and I even had a freshman mention it, but they didn’t realize the story was about me.

Another reader has a moment at work he won’t forget…

At work the other day, on break, a couple of girls were sitting at a table having a discussion. I couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying, but I did hear one say, “Hmmm, I’m not sure”. Then she yells out across the break room, “Chuck, show me your hands”. I held my hands up, and she said to her friend, “See, I told you.”

Later on, back on the floor, I asked her what that was all about. She said, “Oh, we were talking about dick size.”

Of course, I had to ask, “How did that get to you, asking me to show you my hands?”

She said, “Your hand size proves you have a little dick.”

I said, “It’s been proven you can’t tell dick size by hand or feet size.”

She looked at me with an eyebrow raised. “Chuck, we all know you have a tiny, little dick. Get over it.”

Yikes.

Meanwhile, this reader’s girlfriend teases him in Walmart…

We were walking around in Walmart. We had talked a little about her past boyfriends. I made some flippant remark about her settling for the best cock. That’s when she smirked at me and said, “Babe, you’re significantly smaller than the smallest of my past boyfriends.”

I got instantly hard and had to push the cart. She noticed my little tent. Now, when she’s in the mood, she’ll tease me that one of them is coming over and I’ll have to kneel in the corner with a cage on while she gets fucked by a real cock. I then get the pleasure of getting her wet and ready with my mouth. Fuck, I get really turned on and close to cumming. Then she tells me that when she’s cum hard on that big cock, I get to get on her, ‘reclaiming’ her. She said she would barely feel my little dick and how she’s been stretched out by her big cock lover. This causes me to cum prematurely.

While this reader fetishized the moment of his greatest shame…

It was my second year in college when I met this cute girl, whom I’ll call Lily. She said I was the first Asian guy that she liked. She was my lab partner. We have good chemistry, and things were going well. She invited me to her place to study, and one thing led to another. We were horny, she pulled my pants down, and my small dick popped up. She looked shocked and said, “Is this hard?” and started touching it.

It felt like heaven to me, but it was just 30 seconds, I cum and she said, “Ewwww,” and started laughing. She says, “Your dick is too small for sex.”

From then on, it was awkward during class and stuff. But I still want her, so I keep buying her stuff and begging her for another chance. She rejected me. Whether it was intentional or not, it sparked something in me, and I can’t stop thinking about that moment and how hot it was.

This reader was exposed to the dermatologist…

Had an embarrassing medical experience, and I wanted to get it off my chest. I have never had a skin cancer screening, but I had an ex who was super paranoid about moles and sunburns. She had seen a small mole in the pit of my leg next to my balls and essentially forced me to schedule an appointment with a dermatologist. I had a fear of being naked in front of doctors (several experiences in my youth – another story for another day), but I reluctantly went. The doctor was a young, newly graduated woman PA.

Her nurse called me back and asked me some screening questions. Suppose I had any areas of concern. I reluctantly told her about the area. She handed me a paper gown, told me to strip naked and put it on, and that the doctor would be in soon. I stripped off in the cold room and unfolded the gown. As I held it up, I was shocked. I’m a big, six-foot-tall guy, and this flimsy paper gown had to be a woman’s small or something. I put it on and it hung to my waist like a t-shirt. Standing up, I looked like Winnie the Pooh. The flat exam table? Same story.

I’m desperately trying to figure out how to not completely flash my micropenis to this doctor when I hear a quick knock and both the nurse AND the doctor come in, with the door held open to the open hallway.

I am feeling so exposed, trying to pull the gown down. She shakes my hand and tells me she’ll start on my back, to face away from her. Her nurse pulls up a stool to a small desk and laptop that puts her RIGHT at eye level to my exposure. Every time the doctor tells her something, she makes direct eye contact with my penis. I catch her shifting her eyes away quickly, but peeking glances left and right.

They then have me lie down, and she asks me to show her the mole. I am spread eagle, with a spotlight on my small penis. I have never felt more exposed in my life.

A female friend teases another reader…

One of the most embarrassing but hot things is when one of my female friends makes a small dick joke. She’s always been playfully snarky and makes these types of jokes a lot. As far as I know, she doesn’t know my size, doesn’t know that I’m small, and am basically a target of the small dick jokes.

The other day, I was at a pool party with a group of friends, and as it turns out, my towel was smaller than everyone else’s. She pointed it out, and I responded by saying that it wasn’t a small towel, and she was like, “It’s average, trust me, a 4-inch towel is average.” She then made a joke about how the towel is small but questioned me if the towel “has a great personality” and if the “motion of the towel” is good, obviously making a small dick joke.

A different time, one of my male friends brought up how he has a wacko coworker who thinks that estrogen gets put in tap water to make men less manly. I jokingly said that he might be right, and she jokingly went, “Just cause you guys have small dicks doesn’t mean the government is poisoning you with estrogen, that’s your fault.”

The last one I’ll mention that felt personal is when she made a joke about her having a big dick. I said something against that, and she went, “Don’t be mad that my dick is way bigger than your little man clit,” and that kind of shut me up. She then said, “Look, he knows it’s true, he’s gone all silent and sad.”

These were all harmless jokes on her part, and it felt embarrassing, but also turned me on when she made those jokes because they actually are true. I am a silver member of the small dick club. I wonder if she noticed my reactions to her jokes and realized the truth about my small dick because of how I react to them.

Meanwhile, this female reader has an online encounter…

So this guy was in my DMs on a well-known social media site, right? Trying so hard to flirt. Gassing himself up, calling himself a ‘real man,’ telling me how good he’d make me feel with his big cock. I just played along, because honestly, I could already tell he was compensating for something. And sure enough, after a little teasing, he asks: ‘Wanna see what I’d be giving you?’

I replied, ‘Sure, surprise me 😉.’

And, OH-My-God! When I opened the pic he sent, I actually thought my phone had glitched. I legit stared at it for a second, thinking, ‘Wait… Where is it?’ Then I zoomed in. And I laughed. Out loud. It looked like a shy little gummy worm. Not hard. Not soft. Not anything, really. Just there. Sadly. Trying its best to act like a cock but failing miserably.

I messaged, “Aww… Is it cold where you are? Or is that just your final form?”

He started explaining himself. Talking about nerves. Blood flow. Genetics. Like that was going to undo what I just saw. So I sent him a voice note. Me giggling. Then saying, “If I ever saw that in person, I’d put my clothes back on out of pity.”

Needless to say, he hasn’t messaged me since. But I kind of hope he sees this. Because, babe, if you’re reading this, your dick didn’t ruin my day. It made it. I still look at that picture and laugh at it.

While this female reader gave her sissy beau a treat…

Okay, so I couldn’t help myself. I took my boyfriend to a department store and we had a little fun. The store was nearly empty, so I decided to go for it. I told him to model some bikini bottoms 👙 for me in the dressing room, which he was super into. It was so cute, his legs trembled so much when he tried on a pair of anything. He’s really like a deer learning to walk.

Then I stepped out and told him I wanted to see how he looked in the mirror, which was basically open to the whole store. Anyone could walk in and see him. At first, he was totally against this. I told him this was the moment of truth, and if he ever expected me to stay with him, he’d better step out now. (I was only half kidding, of course, he’s a real sweetheart, but I felt like he needed a push; besides, there was no one in the store.)

So out he steps in this cute little black and white polka dot number. I tell him to do a catwalk down the hall (where I know he’ll he seen) and let me see how he looks.

He was so pathetic, it was cute. As he walked past the open part, I heard a dude bust out in a howl of laughter, and my boyfriend immediately came running back toward me like he’d seen a ghost. I told him he walked too fast and that I needed him to do it again 😂. But I also felt a bit protective, so I stood in the open part, just to have my little guy’s back. Someone who worked at the store noticed and told him he would have to purchase the item.

“But he’s wearing panties underneath,” I said in his defense.

The employee was trying not to smile. It was then that she noticed the flat bulge in his suit. I warned my boyfriend that she didn’t believe him and would need evidence, so my boyfriend peeled his bikini down and showed the little pink panties he had on underneath. That was too much for her. She started cracking up laughing.

“Wow, he is tiny,” she said, and rested her hand on my shoulder sympathetically. “I hope he’s a grower.”

“Not really!” I said loudly. “His dick is tiny when it’s hard as well. A real babydick.”

My boyfriend was so red in the face 🙈. We went back into the dressing room, and I rubbed my palm against his little bulge, and he came in like a minute, making the cutest little moans. We bought the bikinis along with a few pairs of panties. He was so dizzy from it all that he could barely stand. I had to drive us home! 😂

*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 stories have come from Reddit.