SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

This reader loves being naked in public…

I attended military boot camp roughly 25 years ago…this is a true account of my SPH in front of about 50 other recruits. I always knew I was a grower, but I never realized how truly small I was when flaccid and how it could be crippling in a social nudity environment. Military boot camp is full of testosterone, energy-filled young men, and lots of being naked around others. I’d always used communal showers because I was raised that way. However, nothing overtly had ever been said about my size…until week 3 of training.

As I was showering, sharing a shower head with two others, I felt a tap on my shower and was called out in front of nearly 50 other testosterone-filled recruits. The words have never left my mind: “Dude, you have got to have the smallest dick I’ve ever seen, and I guarantee everyone in this shower would agree with me,” and they did!

Everyone present piled on the humiliation to the point my dick was buried so deep, there was no defending it. I had no other option than to agree and basically spend the next seven weeks being reminded I had the smallest dick in the entire company. I carry those taunts to this day, despite having a gorgeous wife and having fathered multiple children. Flaccid, a newborn looks hung compared to me, and I’m reminded of that every time I shower or am in a social nudity situation.

I love Korean Spas and nude beaches, but I know what everyone is thinking before I even get to enjoy them. I’ve been harassed for 20+ years due to my ‘shortcomings,’ yet I still yearn for social nudity and the humiliation it brings! Just once, I’d enjoy a half-chub just to show I’m not a complete acorn, but it will never happen. It’s now ingrained in me to accept the humiliation and enjoy it the best way I know how, by being naked in front of others as much as possible!

Another reader dug a hole for himself…

Last night I was on a Discord call with eight of my friends (a mix of male and female). Everyone was pretty drunk, and we were watching ‘Naked Attraction.’ There was a guy on the show with a dick that was probably four inches flaccid, and several of my friends were laughing at it, roasting how tiny he was. The thing is that the guy on the TV’s soft cock was bigger than mine hard (for the record, mine’s like an inch and a half flaccid, around 3.5 inches hard), and stupidly, I got a little defensive about it.

I said the guy wasn’t small, which turned into everyone else insisting he was tiny versus me insisting he was average. I made the mistake of saying he was honestly pretty big for being soft, which immediately caused my friends to start laughing and wondering out loud how tiny mine has to be if I think that’s ‘pretty big.’ The next few minutes consisted of my friends guessing how small my dick was while I kept defensively telling them to fuck off and trying to change the subject. Eventually, they guessed I had to be ‘in the threes,’ which hit a little close to home. At this point, I was getting heated, so I told them all to fuck off and left the call.

I can only guess what they said after I left, but I have a bad feeling that I inadvertently gave away my little secret.

Meanwhile, this reader is scarred for life during Spring break…

It was spring break in Florida, the kind of week-long haze people expect to remember for the rest of their lives and actually only remember patchily. There was sun, sweat, spilled beer, and the low thud of EDM bouncing off the water’s surface. My roommate, Ethan, and his fraternity brothers convinced me to go. “It’ll be epic,” he said. “You can’t die a virgin.”

I think he meant it as a joke, but I heard it as a prophecy.

The boat was a rental, a double-decker catamaran with peeling decals of dolphins and bikini models along the sides. There must have been forty of us that afternoon, mostly strangers, a handful of familiar faces from lectures or dorm parties, every one of us in swimsuits and sunglasses, holding plastic cups of jungle juice. A portable speaker was set to maximum distortion, playing the same ten songs on repeat. I was already a little drunk—the way you get drunk when all drinks taste the same and the sunshine is making your head swim.

At some point, someone got the idea to strip. Shelby, the blonde girl with the elaborate tattoo sleeve and the habit of calling everyone ‘baby,’ was the first. She peeled her bikini top off and flung it into the wind, then wriggled out of her bottoms too, pale skin turning pink in the heat. A ripple of shouts and applause passed through the group, and then, as if the whole boat had been waiting for this cue, everybody started doing it. Shirts, shorts, bras, even sunglasses—discarded in a litter of color on the deck.

A few girls tried to play it coy, covering their breasts with their hands, but soon enough they gave up and posed with mock bravado, arms in the air. The guys were less elegant; they yanked down their trunks in awkward hops, cocks swinging, all shapes and sizes, some half-hard already from the spectacle and some shrinking up from the breeze. It was part peep show, part dare, and part group therapy for the sexually anxious.

Initially, I didn’t participate. I laughed along, pretended it was all very funny and normal, but I kept my board shorts on. I knew what exposing myself would mean. If you’re a guy and you have a micropenis, you learn to hide it. But this was a ritual. Everyone had to get naked, and if you didn’t, you became the joke by default. So, then the chant started. My name, over and over, rising above the music. I felt the old panic rise in my throat, but I forced a smile. I tried to imagine what it would look like from the outside, the moment when I dropped the shorts. Would it be funny? Would anyone care? I hesitated too long, because suddenly Shelby was standing in front of me, hand extended, grinning. “C’mon, babe,” she said. “We’re all friends here.”

She yanked the waistband, and the rest of the boat turned to look. Everything else fell silent for a moment; even the music faded behind the collective intake of breath. There I was, standing among a sea of bodies, and somehow my nakedness was the only one that mattered. The laughter started with Ethan—sharp, barking, too loud—and then it spread to the others, some of them giggling behind their hands, others flat-out cackling. I saw a few phones pointed in my direction, a couple of flashes.

I tried to laugh, to make it seem like I was in on the joke, but I could feel my face burning, my body curling inward to protect itself. Someone shouted, “Dude, where’s the rest of it?”

Shelby, barely missing a beat, chimed in, “It’s cute! Like a pink mushroom.”

I wanted to say something, anything, but my jaw was locked. For a split second, I wondered if I could dive off the side, swim the mile to shore, and disappear forever. But I didn’t. I stood there, letting them look, letting the humiliation flow over me. A part of me even wanted to get angry, to yell, to throw a punch—at Ethan, at Shelby, at myself. Instead, I made myself a drink, chugged it, then another. The party kept rolling, the music picked up again, and soon enough, people were distracted by the next spectacle, the next dare.

But my secret was out, and the rest of the day, every time someone looked at me, I could see the smirk, the residual hilarity behind their eyes. When the boat made landfall and we stumbled onto the sand, naked and sunburnt, I thought about the photos, about the nicknames—Clit Dick, Babydick, Thumb Drive—and how they would follow me now, inevitable as gravity.

For the rest of the trip, I kept my shorts on, but it didn’t matter. The story had already spread. People would nudge each other when I passed, or send me Snapchats with baby carrots or Vienna sausages, or suggest drinking games that involved increasingly humiliating forfeits. It was supposed to be funny, a nobody’s problem kind of story, but I could feel something raw and permanent settling underneath my skin.

While this reader’s little brother outshone him in the showers…

This is a totally true story. My younger brother and I were on the same swim team. We showered and changed together, but I never really looked at him. One night, I was at a party, drinking heavily, and I was flirting with a girl I liked. We were both pretty drunk, and she asked how it was having my big bro on the swim team. I corrected her and said he was my little brother. She just smiled and said, “That’s not what I heard.”

I asked what she meant. We were drunk, so I was being obnoxious, but she finally told me that she heard my younger brother had a way bigger dick than mine. I got super insecure because I’m pretty small, but I just assumed my brother was small, too. The next day at practice, I took a sneak peek, and it was true. My little brother was hung like a horse. His soft cock was bigger than mine hard. I was gobsmacked. I became really insecure and self-conscious. And to make things worse, several guys were telling people around the school that my brother’s cock was bigger than mine, basically telling people I had a small dick. It was so humiliating. Eventually, my brother heard the rumors, and I’m sure he looked at mine.

This reader deliberately flashes his mom…

I was staying at my parents’ house while I was visiting, as I live out of town. They have a finished basement suite with a huge comfortable couch that I usually stay on, as it gives privacy and is cooler than the rest of the house. The night before, I made some plans with my mom for a pretty early start, told her I was setting my alarm for seven am, and asked her to wake me up if I wasn’t upstairs by half past seven.

Fast forward to my plan. I decided to sleep fully naked. I’m about two inches soft and four-and-three-quarter inches fully hard (Bronze Member) and have TINY testicles. I know I sleep on my left side, so I chose a position that would put me on full display at the bottom of the staircase when the second mom came down.

I woke up to my 7:00 alarm, flipped the blanket off me, and lay there painstakingly waiting for 7:30. My mom knows I’m a heavy sleeper, so when her two shouts down the stairs didn’t work, she immediately headed down to wake me up. I heard her footsteps halt on the final step, which was in view of my tiny dick. She said my name a few times, much softer than she should have, and I’m hoping this is because she wanted a better view. Then she came over to me and nudged my shoulder while saying, “Honey, get up, let’s go”.

This is when I jolted awake, ‘noticed’ I was naked, and scrambled to cover up. My mom laughed and told me not to worry, as she used to see it all the time when changing my diaper, and that I hadn’t changed a bit. Might try my luck and see if I can get her to catch me fully hard next time.

Another reader’s date is not fooled by his lie…

It’s 2015, I’m fresh out of high school. I meet this absolutely perfectly thick 18-year-old girl with lips and eyes that make you want to bust immediately. We casually flirted, but I didn’t dare to make a move. After about an hour, we went our separate ways. Fast forward 2 hours, and she had added me on Facebook. Having a common first name and not knowing my last name, she clearly went to a great deal of effort to find me. We exchanged some flirty messages to include me telling her all about what my big dick was gonna do to her tomorrow.

The next day, I ride my motorcycle over to her house, walk in, and immediately things get heated. Her tits are out, I’m rock hard, and we’re grinding. She reaches down and makes a kind of funny face, pauses, undoes my pants, and pulls my dick out. Stifling a laugh, she goes, “Yeah, that’s what I thought”.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Well, I couldn’t feel you when we were grinding, and I didn’t see a whole lot of bulge for how horny you seemed. Turns out my suspicions of you having a small dick were correct.”

This destroyed me. I was fully hard asy my usual five inches (Bronze Member). “It’s six and a half inches,” I lied. “What do you mean by small?”

“Well, I’m used to eight inches plus. Besides, if you think ‘that’ is six and a half inches, then you’re totally kidding yourself. It looks barely five to me. Sorry, you’ve got a small dick…”

Then she reached down, stroked me a few times, licked it base to tip, easily deepthroated it, and made me cum in 20 seconds. I left with my tail between my legs and feeling very embarrassed.

Meanwhile, this reader’s girlfriend is a keeper…

My girlfriend, Anna, spent last weekend at her best friend, Nikki’s. A couple of days ago, we were walking down the street and had this conversation (I’ll try to recap it here as accurately as my memory allows).

Anna: Can I tell you something weird?

Me: Yeah, what?

Anna: Whenever I go to Nikki’s, she always asks about the size of your penis.

Me: *heart rate increasing* Oh, yeah?

Anna: You know how, like, you used to joke about having a small penis? So I just carried on the joke. But now whenever we’re together she’ll ask, ‘Is it like, actually tiny, though?’ and ‘How small is it really?’ It just seems so weird to me. Why does she even care? It’s like she just wants me to tell her exactly so she can brag about James being like eight inches or something.

Me: Yeah? Do you think?

Anna: Oh yeah, she’s told me before, he’s definitely large. You know the thing about Freudian stages, like the oral stage and stuff?

Me: Sure.

Anna: It’s like she’s stuck in the phallic stage. Like, PIV sex is all that matters, but seriously like I would much prefer you use your fingers and your mouth.

Me: Well, fingers do have more dexterity. A penis that could do what fingers do would be impressive.

Anna: Right? I’m not gonna lie, if it were a choice between chopping off your fingers or your penis, I’d pick your penis every time.

(Other people pass us by, so the conversation goes quiet until they are out of earshot)

Me: So, what do you tell her when she asks my size?

Anna: I usually just say it’s tiny or hold up my thumb. I mean, I don’t know how many inches it is. She’s definitely measures James’s cock. I think she just assumes I’ve measured yours.

Me: What would your best guess be that my actual length is?

Anna: Umm… (long pause) Maybe four and a half, five? I dunno, what do you think?

Me: Uh, I’m not great at estimating inches, but yeah, four and a half sounds about right.

Anna: I just don’t know what to say to her.

Me: You should just keep telling her smaller and smaller numbers to the point of ridiculousness.

Anna: Haha. Yeah.

While this reader has a wardrobe malfunction…

I’ve always had a small penis and always knew that I did because of all of the ribbing in the showers after sports at school. This particular incident happened in my early twenties, when my girlfriend at the time and two friends went on holiday together and shared a cabin. On the day in question, I was wearing baggy, loose-fitting shorts. I was sitting on the sofa in the cabin with my knees up, reading a book, when I realised that the other couple and my girlfriend were all nudging one another and laughing at something.

I asked what they were laughing at, and they all shook their heads, saying, “Oh, nothing,” before continuing to laugh.

I just thought they had some sort of joke between them, after about ten minutes of this laughter and nudging one another, not sniggering or attempting to hide their amusement and laughter in any way. I asked again, and this time they told me, between hilarious laughter, that they could see my penis through my shorts’ leg hole, but only just because it was so small, even my girlfriend, so they did have a little joke between them. At the time, it was both embarrassing and horny all in one. It was never talked about again.

This Asian reader still remembers his first PAWG…

It was the first time I’ve been with a girl who wasn’t Asian. She had a giant ass that won’t allow my dick to pass the plump cheeks. When I asked her if she had ever had problems with doggy style, she thought for a second and simply said no. I had to stick with missionary and came too soon (oops), because the idea of me being the smallest dick she had was too triggering. After that, she said, “It felt good.”

But when I asked her how big she thought I was, she said, “Going by how it felt inside me, I’d say four inches.”

It was so humiliating because that’s exactly what I am—four inches hard. I’m a silver member of the small dick club. She continued to say that I’m only the second smallest dick she’s had, but the smallest one (she said he was three inches) ‘wasn’t even trying.’ So I assumed she meant that guy couldn’t get it up, and that was actually his soft size. That makes me the actual smallest dick to ever enter her pussy. We only had sex once, of course, but I sometimes think about her when I’m jerking off.

Another reader regrets sending his dick pic to his crush…

When I was young, much more naive, and a virgin, I had talked to this girl (I’ll call her Vanessa) a couple of times, who was an absolute bombshell and pretty popular. I had a crush on her, and I thought she might like me back. I had seen much bigger cocks in porn, but always thought they were fake or something, so one night I was texting her and the conversation led to me sending her a dick pic. I included my face and everything, thinking she’d like what she saw.

‘Oh, wow,’ was the response I got, and I took that as a good sign. Then, soon after, she said she was going to sleep.

She invited me to come over to her house for a little party later that week, and leading up to it, I noticed some of her friends glance in my direction and laugh, or at least smile, which I also stupidly took as a good sign, like she had told them something good about me. The weekend arrived, and I went to her place, where she and her friends (both guys and girls) were meeting up. We started drinking, and someone brought up truth or dare. We went around doing dares (some included people taking some clothes off) until one of the girls dared me to get naked until the end of the game. I did, and everyone laughed when I came out with a boner.

I didn’t think much of it as we were all drinking. Then one of the other guys, I’ll call him Brandon, also got dared to strip naked. He did, and his hard cock was over twice the length of mine and noticeably thicker. That definitely made me self-conscious. They then dared us to stand next to each other with our hands behind our backs. They laughed and laughed, making comments about how small my dick was, but I was rock hard from all the attention. Then people started getting dared to do stuff with each other.

Vanessa was dared by one of the girls to go to the bedroom for ten minutes with Brandon, and my heart sank. I was then dared to go into the room after them. I walked in on her sucking his cock, and she told me to sit and jerk off to her. I came before he did, and had to leave them in the room with cum on my chest and stomach to go clean it off, walking by the rest of the group still playing in the living room. They burst out laughing when they saw me, and I ended up leaving soon after, feeling completely humiliated.

Vanessa and Brandon didn’t come out of the room before I left. From then on, I tried to avoid that whole friend group, but would inevitably run into someone and get smirks and giggles out of them. I’m sure Vanessa either showed or told all her girlfriends my dick pic before the party. I fully believe they invited me to see for themselves, and it spiraled from there. I was so embarrassed.

Meanwhile, this reader admits his SPH addiction is becoming a problem…

I’m 28, a virgin, and my botched circumcision left me with what I can only describe as a pathetic micropenis, barely an inch, useless, and a constant source of shame. For the last six months, I’ve been blowing ridiculous amounts of cash on camgirls, chasing the rush of small penis humiliation that makes my heart pound and my face burn. It’s become my obsession, and I can’t stop.

Every session starts the same. I log on, already hard from the anticipation, and show them my tiny dick. The camgirls’ reactions are everything. Some giggle instantly, others smirk and lean closer to their screens, their eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “Is that it?” one sneered last week, her voice dripping with mockery. “My pinky’s bigger than that, you little clit-dick loser.”

The names hit like a drug. Pindick, babydick, useless nub, man clit, and so on. I eat it up, my cheeks flaming as I stroke what little I’ve got.

They love to up the ante. One girl, a stunning brunette with a wicked grin, snapped screenshots of my pathetic dick, laughing as she promised to show her friends. “They won’t believe this tiny thing exists,” she taunted, zooming in on her camera to make sure I saw her save the pics.

Another time, a redhead pulled out a massive dildo supposedly modeled on her boyfriend’s cock and held it up next to her face. “This is a real cock,” she said, waving it at me. “Yours doesn’t even qualify, shrimp.”

I nearly came right then, the contrast of her boyfriend’s huge cock against my pitiful nub driving me wild.

The wildest sessions are when I lean into my cumdump fantasy. I slather my face with fake cum, thick globs dripping down my chin, and tell them a group of guys just used me as their slut. One blonde camgirl lost it, calling me a ‘cum-slurping sissy’ and demanding I lick it off for her. She took a video, giggling as she said she’d send it to her boyfriend to show him what a ‘worthless cuck’ looks like. The humiliation burns so good I can’t stop chasing it.

I know it’s messed up, spending a fortune to be degraded like this, but every cruel laugh, every snapshot they take, every comparison to a ‘real man’s cock’ sends me deeper into this SPH spiral.

*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.