SPH Experiences: How I Found Out
By BenjiGreen90.
Like most people in this community, I’ve always been insecure about penis size. And like most of you, I turned to the internet for reassurance. I googled averages and used visualizers, etc., trying to determine if I needed to be concerned. Some guys are undeniably small. As the internet will only confirm your worst fears, the problem is that the micropenis’s of this world will convince someone like me that he’s not small. That I am indeed average because I’m not as small as those guys. Moreover, the internet says ‘size doesn’t matter.’
So while I was aware that my skinny 4.5-inch dick wasn’t massive, I was under the impression that I’m pretty normal. Online, it seemed fine. However, the internet isn’t the real world.
I moved to Portugal when I was 22 with my then-girlfriend (Cassidy). By this point, I’d become more comfortable with my body, and Cass and I had a decent sex life. Nor did she ever express disappointment. So maybe I wasn’t small after all.
We spent a summer in the Algarve and one day decided to go to a nude beach. It was actually my idea. It seemed like a fun way to explore my secretive curiosity regarding naked bodies. And I really didn’t think I had anything to worry about. It’s a casual environment. I expected there’d be loads of old men with wrinkly dicks. I didn’t feel threatened going into it.
But as I said, the internet isn’t the real world. It was a small golden beach in a little alcove. And because it was a bit of a hike to get there, the few sunbathers present were reasonably fit. I estimate there were about a dozen others when we arrived. Surprisingly, only four of them were men. Two in their twenties. Two in their fourties perhaps.
Unsurprisingly, they were all noticeably bigger than I was. What I failed to consider was how especially little my flaccid dick is. And I have really, really small balls. So it’s basically like a pinky finger and a pair of grapes. The other men weren’t pornographic by any means. But somehow this was worse. These were regular guys, and they all had regular cocks. It was my little willy that was irregular.
Even the smallest of them was thicker than me, and his balls were so meaty and heavy. And I know nude beaches aren’t supposed to be about ogling other bodies, but everyone does it. You can’t do it. And then the paranoia sets in. I see a few girls giggling and look away. Are they laughing at me? And Cass…is she realizing just how poorly endowed I am? Because if I’m thinking it, then she must be too! Some of the guys are definitely grinning smugly at me and eyeing up my hot girlfriend. With our clothes on, no one would find us a mismatched couple. We’re both young, tall, and attractive. But with my shriveled-up little penis exposed, it suddenly seems like I have no business being with her.
Throughout the day, more people come and go, and I keep hoping to see someone smaller than me. Alas, it does not happen! And it gets worse. I’m lying face down, reading a book, trying to put the intrusive thoughts out of my head when Cass nudges me, giggles, and says, “Holy shit”.
A real burly guy strolls along at one point. He and his wife. They’re in their late thirties. And this fella has an absolute unit between his legs, and it’s bouncing with each step as everyone notices it! I reckon some of the other guys started to feel insecure. And he’s easily bigger soft than I am hard.
This couple sort of stands in the middle for a while, probably enjoying the attention, while they look for a spot. And, of course, they decide to settle close to us. They seem friendly enough; they wave, and we wave back. But I’m too shy to turn over at first. I don’t want him to see my small dick. But then Cass wants to go for another swim, and I’m already red and sweaty, and I don’t wanna make it seem like I’m insecure or trying to hide. So we scurry off together. Admittedly, that does cool my nerves. For about two minutes, then I remember cold water won’t do me any favours.
Fuck! Cass gets out before me while I deliberate (or pray for a sudden growth spurt). A lot of people check out Cass’ dripping body, including our new neighbors. She had quite the bush, and the way water beads off it is so sexy. A moment or two after she sits down on her towel (I’m still in the ocean), the couple starts talking to her. I see them all laughing, and now I feel compelled to go over.
The woman’s eyes drop to my thin little penis, and she smirks. He (her monster cock partner) hides his reaction behind a pair of sunglasses. “Making friends?” I joke nervously.
“We were admiring her tattoo,” the woman remarks. Cass has a dolphin tattoo on her hipbone. She introduces herself as Lara, and her husband as Toby. They’re German, I realize.
Toby stands up and stretches. I’m tall, but he’s at least a few inches taller. Suppose he’s got a few inches on me in every direction. “How is the water?” he asks me.
“It’s lovely,” I answer, resisting the urge to lunge for my towel like a total dork.
And without missing a beat, Lara, looking directly at me, says, “Oh, it looks cold.”
Cass laughs, whether in recognition of that unspoken insult or just to be polite. And that’s it. Toby goes for a swim. But this is the moment my humiliation kink sparks. Because I felt my cock throb with excitement. Later on, Lara would invite us to hang out, and they gave us their number. But we weren’t actually staying in the nearby town, so we never saw them again.
What I do know is that Cass and I fucked like rabbits when we got home. Still covered in sand, salt, and sunscreen. Evidently, something had turned her on just as much. After that day, our sex life became much kinkier. I never did fully develop my fetish with Cass, but it was the start. Maybe if I had, we’d still be together. About a year later, we broke up. She was cheating on me. A story for another time, perhaps. But I don’t blame her. Because the internet is full of shit. I’ve been to several nude beaches since. And I’ve been in poly relationships since. Trust me, 6 inches or less is considered SMALL! And I’ve learned to integrate toys into the bedroom, and I’m great at oral. But none of that is a real substitute for a nice, long, fat cock.
The End.
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