The Small Dick Club: SPH-THEMED STORIES

This reader has a bad case of whiskey dick…

I, like many others, enjoy a good drunken or semi-buzzed romp. Mentally, I am so horny, have less inhibitions, and the dirty talk with my girlfriend and me is amped up. The only problem is that after only a few drinks, my hard dick is rather puny. Fully hard, I don’t quite reach the spots to make her cum, and when I have a weak erection, I’m not even close to fully pleasing her pussy (I don’t think). This was very apparent recently.

After some passionate kissing, we stripped each other down, and she took my small, semi-hard cock in her hot mouth. Like usual, she easily engulfed all of my manhood, swallowing me whole while getting me as hard as possible. She climbed on top and lowered herself onto me, waiting small cock. After trying to grind and ride my cock she told me it wasn’t enough and needed something bigger. We busted out two different dildos, both much bigger than my cock.

The change was immediate after I began fucking her with her toys, filling her up like I cannot. I fucked her with toys for quite some time. Afterwards, I still hadn’t cum, so I went in for some sloppy seconds. My cock was maybe 3 inches and semi-hard. The fucking I gave her was really quite embarrassing, and I don’t know if I was giving her any pleasure at all. It was hot, but oh so humiliating. I asked her how I felt, and she said my little cock felt pretty much like nothing.

Another reader has trouble peeing…

Due to my having a tiny penis, so small that you can’t really grab it to take a piss, I always have to sit down to urinate. When the bathroom is full, and only urinals are available, I have a tough time not getting pee all over myself. Recently, I went camping with some friends, we were in the middle of nowhere, we stopped in the middle of the road to take a leak, it was really cold, so I couldn’t even grab my penis, so pee just ended up all over my pants, when I went back to the car, a friend (F27) said: “It looks like it’s really cold out there…”

Meanwhile, this reader’s wife enjoys her toys…

My wife knows I like to be teased about being small and will make some comments while we play, but her remarks usually don’t seem thought out, if that makes sense. She also knows that I like the idea of seeing her with another guy. So we have gotten two larger dildos that I use to fuck her with, both have an 8-inch insertable length, and one is thicker than the other.

Recently, after she came with the full 8″ one buried inside her, I took it out and held it next to my 3.5″ hard little dick. I said, “See… Not that much different,” in a joking way.

She genuinely laughed and said, “Sure, big guy.”

It’s the first time I felt like she was really admitting she knew how small I was, even though she’s said a lot of things before this.

While this reader’s girlfriend gets some help in humiliating him…

My girlfriend Helen (22) and I (24m) have been together for 3 years and started cucking really early on. I’m almost 4 inches long and not thick at all, and she quickly learned how much both of us enjoy SPH, so she humiliates me as much as possible. But this has been relatively low-key, and none of our friends knew until yesterday.

Her best friend, Kylie (22), was over yesterday after a recent breakup, so both girls were just day drinking wine and having fun while I was out at the gym. When I got home, I said hi quickly to them in the living room, then hopped in the shower. While I was showering, Helen came in to use the bathroom and was suspiciously quiet. When I finished showering, I realized she had taken my towel. I asked her for it, but she couldn’t hear me, so I came out wet, peeked out the bedroom door, and asked her for my towel. She said, “It’s over here, you’ll have to get it.”

Starting to pick up on what was happening, I was a little turned on but also concerned cause we had never gotten our friends involved, and I was unsure how they would think knowing about our SPH fetish. Regardless, I went out to the living room, still wet and getting quite cold, which meant my little guy was hiding even more. I covered my penis with one hand and asked for the towel, which I saw Kylie was sitting on top of, with a massive grin on her face.

Helen said, “You’ll have to move her to grab it,” which meant using both hands.

I mustered up the courage and used both hands to lift Kylie’s legs to hold the towel, but I was still firmly under her, at which point they both burst out laughing at my exposed, cold, soft penis.

Kylie, through her laughing, said, “I knew you said it was small, but this is tiny! Not even half of Ben’s size!” (Ben was her ex).

Helen went, “I told you! It’s like a baby’s dick!”

This was really hot and turning me on, but also really embarrassing, so of course I started to get hard. Helen said, “It’s even funnier when it’s hard, it barely gets bigger!”

At which point Kylie reached out and fully grabbed my semi-hard penis and squeezed it, still laughing. When she let go, I was fully hard and throbbing. They were both still wine-drunk and laughing at it, and Kylie said, “Fully hard, he’s still smaller than Ben was soft!”

Helen kept encouraging her and told me not to touch myself, even though I wanted to. This is because she wanted Kylie to see how fast I would cum, too. They both took their tops off, and I got a view of Kylie’s amazing tits, at which point she grabbed my penis again and started stroking fast. I lasted barely 30 seconds before cumming on her hand and tits. Of course, this made them both absolutely lose it, laugh excitedly, and make fun of me. I went to the bathroom to clean up, still amazed at what happened.

Since then, Kylie has been snapchating me pics with her fingers in the 🤏 sign and her cleavage peaking. Knowing that my girlfriend’s best friend also knows how small I am and joining in on the humiliation has been so exhilarating, and I can’t wait to see her in person again.

This reader learned the perils of sharing nudes with face on the internet…

So I posted a few pictures of myself, including full nude photos where you can see my face and little dick, on X.com. Since it was a burner account, I didn’t mind, and it was a little bit thrilling. That night, as I fell asleep, the photos began to gain traction, and some people shared them.

The next morning, a friend of mine was acting kind of strange toward me. When I asked her what was going on, she said she didn’t expect to see so much of me on X.com, then laughed a bit and just left. I’m pretty sure she saw the nude photos, which means she follows the same page that shared my photo. It’s so exciting, but she’s also a friend I see almost every day, and that’s very humiliating.

Another reader was emotionally castrated by his then-girlfriend…

Until halfway through college, I was under the illusion that my dick size was at least average, or if it wasn’t, I knew how to use it. This was primarily due to my exes, who told me my dick was big, I was good in bed, etc. That was until I dated a brutally honest girl who dispelled this delusion. I’ll refer to her as ‘C.’

I met C in college, and we dated for around 2 years. She was a really hot asian party girl (I’m Asian too) and a self-professed slut before she met me. Suffice to say, she had taken her share of dicks of all sizes and colors. We were both pretty open and honest about our pasts, exes, and anything else sex-related, but she was forthright and spared no words or feelings. That was one of the things that initially attracted me to her.

I actually think our sex life was decent in the beginning, and she said she came fairly often, by penetration or otherwise. But then one day, she’s lying on me after sex, and sees me soft. I’m uncut and 3.5-4 inches hard, but when soft, it’s undeniably tiny. It’s usually the size of half my thumb, but it gets smaller sometimes. For example, after I work out, it just shrivels up into skin the size of a big nipple. That’s what my softie looked like then.

After staring at it for a while, she grabs it with her fingers and asks, “Don’t you get embarrassed in locker rooms?”

I was taken aback because she hit the nail on the head, and I always did hide my softie in the changing rooms, but no one had called me out on it before. And I think it was the way she said it that made it hit so much harder–she didn’t call it little or tiny nor had we discussed my softie before, but she said it so matter-of-fact that I would be embarrassed by it, like it was apparent. Although I knew she wasn’t trying to be mean, I got defensive and said, “It grows.”

She responded, “I know, I mean, when you are soft.”

I don’t remember how I responded to that (it’s been years), but somewhere during the conversation, I asked if I was big enough for her when I was hard. In her typically honest fashion, she told me, “The length is okay, but it could be thicker” (I know it’s pretty short too, but I guess she could’ve made that part work).

At the time, I think this comment definitely hurt me, and I asked what the thickest dick she had taken was. She made a ring with two hands around my softie that looked like the girth of a Welch’s can, with my shriveled up softie looking helpless in the middle. “Like that? It was way too thick.”

I think that’s when I fully realized how small and pathetic I was.

After that day, I began to both feel really tiny and imagine her getting fucked by bigger, thicker, and manlier cocks. I tried to stop, but I always came back to the image of the ring she made with her hands. Slowly, I began to watch more and more porn with gigantic cocks and girls orgasming uncontrollably on them as no one had ever done with me. It still took years after that for me to level with myself about getting off on SPH, but this convo is how it all started.

Our sex life changed drastically, too, but that’s a story for another day. One thing that changed was that I very rarely fucked her just with my dick. I felt so inadequate that I would put my fingers along with my dick to make up for the thickness, and overall, she seemed to like it better. I eventually became a cuck too, without even knowing what cucking was.

A few years after we broke up, she reached out to ask if we could talk. She said she wanted to apologize because she felt she castrated me during our relationship and realized, over the years, that she tended to do so. I told her it wasn’t like that, but I knew inside that she was right.

Meanwhile, this reader’s wife isn’t into the Karma Sutra…

“Gah, the site is broken! It’s not letting me download this fucking book!” shouted my frustrated wife.

“Fucking book? Like an illustrated copy of the Kama Sutra?” I dad-joked.

“No, that would be pointless,” said my wife, matter-of-fact.

It was the unequivocal delivery that threw me. “Why?” I prompted.

“Have you seen the positions in that book?!” she asked.

“Of course,” I replied.

She nodded. “Do you think you can achieve even half of those?”

“Well, no…” I said.

“No,” she agreed. “That book is designed for men with big cocks. And we don’t have one of those in this household, do we? Pointless.”

While this reader helped a friend…

A while back, I was throwing a party and had a bunch of friends over. One of my long-time friends ended up getting way too drunk and making a mess of himself, to the point where he needed to be showered (very bad, trust me). I dragged him to the shower and hoped he would figure the rest out himself, but he was falling over himself and couldn’t even take off his shoes. I ended up helping him undress and told him to turn around so I could take his pants off without seeing anything.

I pulled his pants and underwear down, but I still didn’t see anything. Then he started taking off his shirt, which made him lose his balance. He turned to catch himself, and since I was still taking his pants off his feet, I grabbed his legs to stabilize him. This is when I saw his soft cock. His dick was about 4″ and seemed pretty girthy.

I felt a bit embarrassed because my dick, fully erect, is about 3″. It didn’t help that he followed up that interaction by covering up his junk and embarrassedly asking me not to say anything about what I saw. If only he knew what I was packing, he would realize how funny that was.

This reader enjoys showing it off…

I realized early enough that my penis was tiny. I’ve had plenty of women and men help me know it. So, getting older, I just started owning it because I enjoyed being naked, so people were going to find out anyway, like when a couple of my buddies came over to drink/smoke, and hung out. I eventually got stoned enough and got naked to streak, and my buddies (who’ve seen my dick before) just laugh it off as my girlfriend makes the 🤏🏼 at me, making them laugh more. I’ve been naked in front of my girlfriend’s friends plenty of times, too, and they all laugh just the same. And I got to give it to them, I don’t blame them. I got a small softie and a girlfriend who loves SPH as much as I do. I’m doing pretty well. So just own your tiny penis.

Another reader tries some exhibitionism…

This happened about 9 years ago in 2016. I was 26 years old, still living with my mom because rent was very high, almost $1400/month in Texas at the time. So we went 50/50. The apartment was charming. We were on the second floor; it was four stories high, but overlooked a retention pond that was really deep but not that wide. From the second story, it looked like you were overlooking a small lake. It looked nice for what it was. I worked evenings, so I was home all morning.

One morning, I walked out onto the patio, and across this pond, you could see people walking/running around the edges, like a bike trail at a park. In my mind, I was like if I can see them over there just barely, they can see me on this balcony just barely. Which gave me the idea, what if I walked out here fully naked, they could see a nude person is on the balcony, but not who it is, or see my cash and prizes.

As I walked to the balcony railing, I leaned over. I look down, I could barely see into my neighbor downstairs balcony, so I assumed, person above me can scarcely see into my balcony, I look to the left a woman was walking her dog, I looked to the right, someone was hiking the trail, and it clicked ooooh, the trail actually goes all the way around to where they would walk in front of my balcony eventually, once they got around the pond.

The more I investigated, the more exciting the idea got in my mind, so I said okay, let’s do it, haha. I stripped down and locked the bottom and top locks of the apartment, in case my mom came home early for some random reason. I slid open the balcony door, and the sun was shining straight at me, it felt nice to bask in the sun full frontal like that, I looked across the pond sure enough several people jogging and walking, from what I could tell they weren’t looking my way, they had no reason to, it felt like I was being super sneaky, but also risky, so adrenaline was rushing.

Then I said, alright, time to kick it up a notch. The plan was to slowly walk to the balcony railing, bend over, and lean on it with my arms, and just sort of chillax, look out over the pond, like without a care in the world. In my mind I told myself, OK slowly walk to the railing, look to the left for someone coming, because anyone below can see right up at the balcony, nothing was hidden, I tested it earlier by walking down below to see what a stranger would see, and they would see everything, even a short person could see me from the shins up standing at the balcony railing.

I approach the railing slowly, look to the left because people always walked their dog to the left, coast was clear, I got right up against the railing, dick pointing straight out, air hitting it, I could feel it retract and go in hiding, I turn to the right and OMFG, the woman that we spoke to to sign our rental lease was standing outside. She was talking to another woman, but the office lady was facing me and looking straight at me. I tried to slowly react and step back slowly as to be a calm and usually as possible, but this woman just saw me fully naked. With a tiny hidden dick that was freshly shaven, I could only imagine her thought process, a 6-foot-tall man, clean-shaven with no visible penis. The sun was beaming down on me, perfectly lit up for my audience of one. I still cum to that moment to this day.

Meanwhile, this reader achieved the triad of bad sex…

One of my ex-girlfriends was very, very attractive and a few years older than me. I was in my mid 20s, and she was early 30s. She was a woman of the world, beautiful, sophisticated, and, quite honestly, out of my league. We only went out for a couple of months. After a few weeks, we finally slept together for the first time. We went to her bed in her immaculate London Flat.

She made considerable effort to dress me in expensive nightwear, and I looked breathtaking and smelled divine. She wore a red silk chemise with spaghetti straps, which showed off her perfect breasts and shoulders. It was so short it barely covered her gorgeous bum, so I could see she was not wearing any underwear. She was literally putting it on a plate for me. I could not believe my luck. That’s when my evening peaked; it was downhill from there.

I remember the look of disappointment when she saw my dick, I did not tell her beforehand that I had a micropenis, which when fully erect is only 3” long and not very thick. To make it worse my nerves were getting the best of me. All she had to play with was a flaccid 1” cock which was trying to retreat into itself. Hence, it looked and felt (to her) like I hardly had a cock at all.

I spent ages trying to get it up for her without success. She let me feel her fantastic body, she did all she could to get me excited, she kissed me and touched me without a reaction from my micro. I could tell how disappointed and frustrated she was from the tone of her voice. She kept feeling for my cock under the sheets with her fingers, struggling to find it (because it was so small), and when she managed to locate it, she started to pull it in frustration. I could see she was thinking that it must get bigger than this.

We finally gave up, took a break, and went to sleep for a bit. After a couple of hours, I woke up and decided I could try again if she would give me a second chance. I woke her up and kissed her, she responded and we started to try to have sex again. This time, I managed to get an erection, but I was still anxious, to say the least. I desperately wanted to give her the sex she was craving. I was not fully hard, but hard enough for penetration. I mounted her in the missionary position and put my micro’s tip on her pussy lips. She breathed heavily, clearly craving what was to come. She grabbed my bum and pulled me in, and I entered her.

Her pussy felt so amazing surrounding my micropenis. After only a couple of thrusts, I felt the tingle of an orgasm starting within me. I desperately tried to hold back, but a few seconds later, I reached the point of no return, and I shot my load in her (I was not using a condom). The whole thing from penetration to cumming could have been no more than 40 seconds. I can still hear her sigh of frustration as I pulled my flaccid cock out of her. I offered to satisfy her in other ways, but she said she was tired.

I ticked every bedroom faux pas for the poor woman that night: micropenis, erectile dysfunction, and premature ejaculation. I was memorable for all the wrong reasons. Needless to say, she dumped me a few days later; she did not give me a second chance. She did not mention my bedroom performance as the reason; she just said, “The buzz has gone.” I can imagine what she told her girlfriends! I don’t blame her for dumping me; my bedroom performance was less than 1 out of 10.

While this reader has a naughty beach visit…

On a recent beach trip, I had worked up the nerve to bring only girls’ bikini bottoms for swimwear. For context, I’m male, in my late twenties, super thin, with a super small dick. I had stripped down to my girls’ bikini bottoms and nervously made my way down the shore. I didn’t get far before I heard a woman absolutely burst out in laughter, like full-throated, hand-covering-the-mouth laughter at my expense. I was so tempted to cover myself, or even turn around, but I didn’t. I simply let it happen and allowed myself to get humiliated as she pointed me out in front of all her friends. Taking in the sight behind my sunglasses and five women humiliating me.

Three were immediately in on the joke and began laughing. One just shook her head in embarrassment, but couldn’t help but smile. I continued for a way before turning back and getting another chorus of laughter. One of the ladies dared to tell me I should switch to shorts. While another at least complimented my ass.

When I made it back to my towel, my heart was pounding. As I lay there trying to get a tan, I noticed a lady in her late forties or early fifties approach, her eyes upon me, and a slight smile on her face. She laid a towel down near me and undressed, taking off her robe. She was in decent shape for her age, just starting to show wrinkles, but she was wearing a very revealing black bikini.

At one point, she sat up, took out her phone, and asked me to take a photo of her. She was from Lithuania and had a thick accent that was kind of hot. I don’t get much attention for self-evident reasons, so I was happy to help. My voice was practically in falsetto at this moment.

She kept asking for different angles, and I kept chirping yes ma’am to her until she was satisfied. It was at that point that I realized I was full-on pitched tent. I awkwardly handed her phone back, and she immediately began taking pictures of me. I apologized and tried to cover myself, but she immediately insisted that I am not allowed to.

I tried to play it off, telling her she was really sexy, and she laughed like I was stupid and then said to me that she wanted to document the smallest equipment she’d ever seen. And then it was my turn to be the model for the photo shoot, which I obediently obliged. She told me to act more and more feminine, and I sort of got into the spirit of things and let myself get carried away. It was some kind of blissful. And then it ended with her just telling me:

“Good boy.”

I have no idea what she’s planning to do with those photos, but it was a huge rush.

***

I had worked up the nerve again to tour a beach in only my girls’ bikini bottoms. This time, though, I figured I would strip down first before I found a good place to lie out, so, wearing only my bikini bottoms, sunglasses, and my pack on my back, I headed down toward the end of the beach, towards the rocks.

As I got closer, I saw that this couple had set up. The girl was already in her swimsuit, a neon-pink top, and a neon-green string. Every time I tried to sneak an innocent peek, she was already watching me. I tried to pass as casually as I could, but then I heard her say, “Hey, come here a minute.”

I turned, unsure if she was talking to me, but she was.

“What’s up?” I asked, my voice in falsetto again.

“Come here,” she said, more of a command than anything else.

Confused, but obedient, I did as she told, standing where she pointed. It was then that I got a good look at her boyfriend, who had yet to undress, but he had a bit of a smirk on his face. I didn’t understand until he pulled down his shorts. He was wearing a tight swimsuit, but obviously a man’s one, unlike the girls’ bikini bottoms I had on. It was a moment of total humiliation. He filled his suit out completely, while I barely made a nub in mine.

“Mind if I get a photo? For comparison?” she asked as she already raised her phone.

My hand moved instinctive to cover myself, but she cleared her throat.

“Don’t even think about it,” she said, as I heard her phone camera make the photo-taking noise, which sealed my fate. “Why don’t you check him out?” she ordered. “Get a look at a real man.”

I looked at his face, and he still seemed so confident, smiling, his eyes hidden behind his aviators. When I glanced down at his package, I heard the camera clicking again as my face burned red.

“Why don’t you stick around for a while?” she asked.

I swallowed hard and did as she ordered. They ended up being pretty friendly. However, I was ‘encouraged’ to position myself so that every passerby would compare the boyfriend and me. We got a few smirks and a few laughs.

This reader shared his ‘rank’ with his friends…

We are a group of six pretty close mates and regularly see each other. We are all straight. We spent the weekend together in an Airbnb in another city for a bachelor’s party for one of my mates who was getting married. One evening, we were drinking and playing a card game, and to add a twist, we decided to make a strip game from it, where the loser of each round had to take off one piece of clothing.

The alcohol might have helped a little, and suddenly I felt the urge to expose myself and my little dick to my mates. So we were playing the game, and I tried my best not to win, and eventually, after a few rounds of losing clothes, my mates and I were in different states of nudity. One of them had only his socks off, some had their shirts off, and my mate and I were sitting there in just our last pair of boxer shorts.

The next round comes, and another one of my mates has to get rid of his trousers. The next round comes, and I lose. Despite that, which was what I was hoping for, I felt blood rush to my face, and I felt shy despite the alcohol. The others were cheering me to strip the last piece of cloth off my body. I felt my dick shrink. The cheering got louder.

I stood up to disrobe my boxer shorts, thereby getting my crotch to their eye level. I pulled the boxers down, and my small, circumcised dick was fully exposed. They cheered and enjoyed me being fully naked. I sat down quickly, completely nude, amongst my mostly clothed mates.

They continued to enjoy themselves and made fun of it: “Oh, that’s so funny.”

“It’s the best thing that happened to me today.”

“Oh my god, I have never seen him naked!”

They were very joyful, and my little dick was the centre of attention. I stayed naked for a good ten minutes to fulfil the duty of losing the game. Finally, we all gathered and put on our clothes.

Every time our group of friends meets up again, one of them would bring up how funny it was seeing me naked. I think it’s healthy in a group of friends when everyone knows each other’s rank in dick size.

Another reader’s girlfriend outed him to her mom…

My girlfriend, her mother, and I were in the car, and my girlfriend made a joke about my small dick. Her mother remained silent, then asked, “Really?”

My girlfriend laughed and said, “Yes, Mom, he has a 4-inch dick.”

Then, laughing, her mother exclaimed, “My God! That’s tiny!”

Meanwhile, this reader has fun on an app…

The first one, I told a Dominican girl on a livestream that my penis was tiny, she didn’t believe me and claimed that I intended to surprise her with a big dick, I told her that I could call her and show it to her. Once I called her, she said in a very sensual voice, “Aim your camera down, let me see it.” Before she could see it, her mouth was already open and smiling once she saw the surprise on my face. It wasn’t too obvious; she tried to hide it, but still let out a comment, “You DO have a tiny penis!” We spent a while playing with it, seeing how much it could grow. She seemed very curious throughout.

The second one was similar: a Venezuelan or Colombian girl who didn’t believe it was that small, so we went on a call so I could show her. She began the video call smiling and said, “Let’s see if it is that small,” and as soon as I showed her, she was shocked and said, “Oh no, it’s so small, it’s so very small! It’s tiny!” After this, I think she figured it out. I wanted humiliation and just went for it. She roasted me, made fun of me, and laughed at my tiny penis like no one ever has, saying stuff like, “It’ll get lost in between my butt cheeks,” while showing me her butt in a thong and grabbing her cheeks. “You will never satisfy a woman,” she said. “This lipstick is bigger than your babydick. It seems like the rest of your body developed, and your penis didn’t.” It was so intense, and I came really quick.

The third one was definitely the most genuine. I told her it was small again, and she believed me right away. She asked to see it via video call. And so I called her. At the beginning of the call, she essentially was in her sex worker role of seeming sexy and sensual. “Let me see it,” she said, and when I showed her, the look of surprise was so real. “OH MY GOD! IT IS SMALL, VERY SMALL,” she said and laughed hysterically as she was saying, “It’s so tiny!” in between. She then tried to go back to being sensual or erotic. She followed with, “But it’s so delicious,” which was clearly an attempt at trying to save it. She showed me her tits, and I masturbated for a few minutes with her, then hung up. This didn’t end here, though.

She later called me while she had a friend/sex worker in the same room, naked, lying down on the bed. She aimed the camera at her and said, “Go ahead, show her your penis… Girl, look… I want you to see this! It’s fucking hilarious.”

I showed them both my tiny flaccid penis, and the friend said, “It’s so tiny that it’s never going inside this,” pointing at her butt.

The main girl proceeded to laugh again and said, “I love your tiny little dick, jerk it for me.”

She essentially needed to see it again because she was so in shock of how small it was, every time I’d catch her livestream after that we’d reminisce and joke about it, she’d say stuff like, “I would look at things at my house and laugh because you’re smaller than those things, my little six-year-old nephew would run around naked and I’d know your dick is smaller than his.”

While this reader was keen for his wife to cuck him…

My friend was flirting with my wife. And while they were sitting together, he said to my wife, “We should meet for coffee, just the two of us”.

She told me about it later. I said to my wife, “He wants to fuck you so bad.”

She said… “No, that’s just your little dick talking.”

It led to a nice SPH session. I told her that my friend is super well-hung. She knew his reputation. I told her how he was baiting me and showing me photos of him with other women. She got me to describe his cock and his size as she felt my ‘little stiffy’. She compared our size.

That first night, she said, “I always knew you were on the small side.”

It opened the door to really talk about how I was teased at school. She had a few drinks and was turned on by the flirting and our conversation. Eventually, they did ‘meet for coffee’. His big cock does the talking now! It was two years in the making, though, and the buildup and anticipation were incredible. It was SPH that had me in an absolute spin. As the flirting, sexting, and teasing became more and more intense.

I permitted her to meet him for coffee. She would joke, “I’m ready to have a strong creamy cappuccino, instead of baby chinos.” She’d come up to randomly and feel my little softy and say, “Maybe I should catch up for that coffee, what do you think, little Cocktail?” I would get instantly hard. She’d laugh and jerk me off, telling me to cum, “Come on, little dick, come on, little cuck.”

She would work back late, go out for drinks, and I’d never know if tonight was the night. Either way, when she got home, I was at my wits’ end, with a hard little dick, waiting. Those were the days….

This reader has an experience common to all members of the small dick club…

I’ve had so many experiences of other men laughing at my small dick at urinals. I mean, I get how it looks funny, cause I have to pinch it with two fingers so close to the head, cause it’s so short. I always thought it made it easier to hide, but it just shows how small it really is. Always felt like the smallest one at the urinals, as most guys just let it hang out of their pants.

Plus, I don’t know if anyone else experiences this, but when I pee, it’s this little stream of pee, while other guys seem to have a bigger stream of piss. I always wonder if maybe the bigger the dick, the bigger the pee hole, so it just sounds like a bigger piss lol.

Another reader’s girlfriend outed him to her family…

Post-college, I was dating and living with this girl, whom I’ll refer to as ‘L’ (initials used for anonymity), and she had three much older married sisters, ‘A’ (7 years older), ‘S’ (9 years older), and ‘J’ (11 years older) than her. When it finally came time to meet her family for the first time, we went over for dinner at S’s place. Her sisters’ husbands welcomed me, and we went downstairs for beers and darts, leaving the women upstairs to drink wine and have some sister talk.

By the end of the night, L was pretty liquored up (as apparently were all of her sisters), so I drove us home. She asked me how the guys were to hang with (they were cool), and I asked her how catching up with her sisters went. She burst into laughter, but since we were almost home, I didn’t pursue it any further. Once inside, I hopped in the shower while she worked on her nightly bedtime ritual. When I stepped out of the shower and towel off, she gave my nude body and flaccid dick a once-over, and she burst out laughing again.

Not understanding what prompted this, I asked her what was up. After she stopped laughing, she told me that as she and her sisters were catching up, they cornered her and asked how big I was down there and if I was good in bed.

At first, she laughed and played it off, so they each told her about their spouses to get her to talk, placing their hands several inches apart to demonstrate the length (apparently S’s was the largest, she estimated 9”, J’s was maybe 7-8”, and A’s was only slightly smaller than J’s). When they finally cajoled her into telling them my size, embarrassed, she only held up one hand and stretched her thumb from her forefinger a few small inches, which made them all burst into laughter.

I was embarrassed in the moment, but L pointed out that as she was using her hands to show me what her sisters had shared about their husbands’ size, that my little guy (the first but not only time she would call it that) had stiffened up, and she offered me a blowjob as a peace offering. It was a nice gesture (which I accepted), but it didn’t do much to quell the awkwardness at all future family dinners. And to add insult to injury, I’m pretty sure all of her sisters told their husbands, as the next time we played darts, they made jokes like: “You missed by a little bit,” and held their thumbs and forefingers a few small inches apart.

Meanwhile, this reader has a conundrum…

There’s a girl I’ve been into for the last year or so. She and I run around with some of the same people, and we have always gotten along really well. She had been dating a mutual acquaintance for the last year, but they broke up a month or so ago. This was my shot. I ended up meeting her at her office to catch up. The conversation turned to her ex, and she just rolled her eyes. She told me shitty things about him, then looked at me and said, “And if all that wasn’t bad enough, his dick game was total shit.”

I kind of laughed and asked what made it total shit. “Well, for starters, it was like…” she looked around and grabbed one of those thick paint pens off her desk, “this fucking big. Ya girl needs more than that,” she said, laughing.

The pen was without a doubt bigger than my hard dick. I just kind of played it off and told her he couldn’t help it, and I’m sure he tried his best, trying not to let on that he was also probably bigger than me.

She just laughed and added, “I’m only telling you this because I know you won’t tell anyone, and I’m pretty sure it doesn’t apply to you, so I don’t have to worry about hurting your feelings.” She laughed.

I laughed back and asked what she meant.

She said, “The way you carry yourself, I can just tell you don’t have that problem.”

I’m torn between letting her continue to think I have a big cock (but not dating her) or asking her out and seeing her reaction when she realizes that I’m smaller than the smallest dick she’s ever had.

While this female reader sets her boyfriend straight…

I wasn’t into SPH at first and refused to participate. Eventually, I started throwing comments out here and there. One, I wanted to gauge his reaction. Two, I tried to gauge my response. Over time, I found that it is one of my favorite things to do!

One day, I was teasing him and making comments about how small he was, and he said, “Damn, babe. You got me so turned on right now. You have gotten so good at this. I’m starting to believe you really think I’m small.”

I looked over and shrugged my shoulders and said nothing. I saw his mind take off. Later that night, he sheepishly asked me to tell him the truth, to tell him my honest thoughts about his dick size. I wondered if he really wanted me to answer that, and he said yes.

I said, “Yes, babe. You have a small dick.” I went and got a ruler and started playing with it. Once he was rock hard, I measured it so he could see. I asked him what measurement he saw, and he said, “Just under 3.5.”

I said, “See. It’s small. That’s like a micropenis, babe. Google it.”

This led to a snowball effect over the next few days, with him wanting to know the truth about some questions he had. I obliged and promised to tell him the truth, not sugarcoat it.

“What was your first thought when you saw me naked?” he asked.

I said, “I was disappointed because I thought you’d be proportionate to your physical size. But, no. I had to hold back my laugh because of how shocked I was.”

“Am I the smallest you have been with?”

I said, “Oh, absolutely! If I’m being honest, might be one of the smallest I’ve ever seen.”

I’m a nurse, so seeing cocks at work is not uncommon. At this point, I was getting turned on so much by humiliating him, I told him if he wanted answers anymore, he had to put on his chastity cage and panties. He did without question. We have a mutual acquaintance called Rick, and he knows we used to be friends with benefits.

So he asked, “So you mean Rick is bigger than me! Seriously?”

I said, “He is. By a large amount.”

He hung his head and said, “You really are telling the truth. I have a little penis.”

I said, “Medically, you have a micropenis according to the current medical definition. Anything smaller than 3.5” when erect is a micropenis.”

“Oh my God! When you used to give me blowjobs, you weren’t really gagging. You were pretending to gag!”

I said, “Every time. You get nowhere close to making me gag, but I wanted you to feel like you were big enough to gag me.”

This reader is heading toward a cuckold awakening…

My wife and I went to a Halloween party once, where there was music, alcohol, games, and, of course, candy. I knew only a few people at this party, but she knew a lot more since they were all connected back in high school.

We were drunk, sitting on the couch in the basement with some of her closer friends and like two guys I didn’t know, but she did. We got on the topic of who the best fuck everyone there has had. To my surprise, my wife had told me up to this point that I was her favorite sexual partner, but this night, the truth came out. She let slip that it was someone in that same room (I’m not going to say names). When asked why, she said it’s because he had a dick two times bigger than my bronze member dick. This was an overstatement, but the pride and drunken state got the better of me, and I ended up in a dick-comparing contest where I had the smallest dick out of all the guys present.

Later that week, I found out she fantasizes about larger cocks during sex, and I’ve never been so turned on. We even started by talking about a larger penis fucking her as we used her dildo before I went.

*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.