Sph (small penis humiliation) Stories

Let me just start by saying, I love my mom, and not in a way most sons love their mothers, too. I mean, I LOVE my mom. She's everything to me. My mom's name is Jennifer Whyte. She's 39, but doesn't look a day over 25. With long strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and a thick, curvaceous figure. Think of the stereotypical hot mom, and that's what she was. My name is Danny Whyte. I'm currently 17 and in my junior year of hi...

The barbecue was already in motion by the time we arrived, like we’d stepped into the middle of a scene instead of the beginning of one. Marvin’s parents’ backyard stretched wider than it needed to, a rectangle of green with a faded wooden fence and a grill that had clearly seen better summers. The smell of charcoal and lighter fluid hung in the air, mixing with cheap beer and cut grass. Someone—Jeremiah, I think—had alre...

This is like 75% fiction. When my girlfriend Nancy and I were in our sophomore year of college, both nineteen, we went to a mixer at one of her sorority sisters’ houses. The party was cohosted with a frat. We arrived around eight in the evening, and Nancy instantly began talking to people. She went from group to group as she was very friendly. I tried to catch up, but fell behind and lost her. I sat for a minute on a couc...

I never thought my life would turn into some twisted family secret, but here I am, Matthew, thirty years old, still living at home like a proper loser, ginger hair thinning on top more every day, and yeah, still a virgin with a dick that's barely average—more like underwhelming, really. Hardly fills my hand when I wank off alone in my room. My dad, Alan, is the spitting image in worse form: fifty-six, five-foot-nine like...

The words hang in the air. Levi blinks, stunned, scanning my face for a sign I’m joking, but he finds none. Then his eyes shift to Maya. Her cheeks are flushed deep red, her eyes flicking down, lips pressed together. His gaze snaps back to me. “Are you guys serious? I don’t want to cross a line.” Maya still doesn’t look up, but her voice is quiet and clear. “You’re not.” He looks back at me, hesitant. “You’re really okay...