u/liddelpegger

I've been into SPH for years but never explicitly told my wife it's a "kink." Instead, I just call my dick little and small all the time, make jokes about it, and she's occasionally played along with a comment here or there. But she's never been explicit about it—just matter-of-fact.

Today she wanted to order a new bathroom faucet, probably about 6-7 inches across. She asked if I had a ruler so she could check the spacing. We're home alone, and I'm always joking about my dick being small, so I pulled my pants and underwear down right there and pulled on my little dick and said, "Use this. It's about six little dicks across."

She looked at it and laughed and said, "It's not that small."

She was talking about my dick. Not the faucet. She was saying my dick isn't that small—which means she was acknowledging that yes, it's small, just not that small. The subtle acknowledgment that it really is small, without actually saying the words, was such a turn on.

She didn't perform. She didn't try to humiliate me. She just confirmed the scale in her off-handed way. "Not that small" means "small." She basically called my dick small while I was standing there pulling on my little dick to measure a faucet against it.

Now my little dick is up to its full four inches long and four inch girth just remembering it. The casualness is what makes it real. She wasn't feeding a fetish. She was just being honest. And that's the hottest part.

I've been into SPH for years but never explicitly told my wife it's a "kink." Instead, I just call my dick little and small all the time, make jokes about it, and she's occasionally played along with a comment here or there. But she's never been explicit about it—just matter-of-fact.

Today she wanted to order a new bathroom faucet, probably about 6-7 inches across. She asked if I had a ruler so she could check the spacing. We're home alone, and I'm always joking about my dick being small, so I pulled my pants and underwear down right there and pulled on my little dick and said, "Use this. It's about six little dicks across."

She looked at it and laughed and said, "It's not that small."

She was talking about my dick. Not the faucet. She was saying my dick isn't that small—which means she was acknowledging that yes, it's small, just not that small. The subtle acknowledgment that it really is small, without actually saying the words, was such a turn on.

She didn't perform. She didn't try to humiliate me. She just confirmed the scale in her off-handed way. "Not that small" means "small." She basically called my dick small while I was standing there pulling on my little dick to measure a faucet against it.

Now my little dick is up to its full four inches long and four inch girth just remembering it. The casualness is what makes it real. She wasn't feeding a fetish. She was just being honest. And that's the hottest part.

This was 1980. I was 19, my girlfriend Lisa was 21, and my sister Jane was 23 and had just moved in with me after leaving her husband.

Some background - Lisa and I were pretty wild. We'd done group stuff, strip poker, skinny dipping. I was always the smallest guy there and she knew it. She'd been with plenty of guys before me, most average, some pretty big. Growing up, Jane and I had seen each other naked occasionally - just that sibling thing, nothing sexual. But once she moved in with me as adults, I definitely had an exhibitionist streak even though it seems weird given I was working with a little dick. I actually enjoyed her seeing me. My bedroom door had a faulty latch and would swing open on its own, and hers stayed open at night so she could hear her kid. I'd walk naked to the bathroom in front of her open door, sometimes hard in the morning. She "accidentally" walked in on me jerking off in my waterbed once, and another time walked in while Lisa was riding me. I saw her in bra and panties plenty, caught glimpses of her naked too. Presumably accidental but who knows.

So this one night Lisa is over and we're all drinking heavy. We step out to the porch to smoke. Jane never really drank or smoked so she was absolutely hammered. We head back into the den and I get the courage to ask her why she actually cheated on her husband. I knew she was unhappy but wanted to hear it from her.

She gets this serious look on her face and starts explaining - married at 16, he was lazy, they were broke, she wanted out. Then she looks right at me and says something like "the crazy thing was Bill had the smallest dick I'd ever been with but he was the best sex I ever had. Only guy who ever made me come."

She's staring at me. Lisa is giggling. Jane starts giggling. I'm just sitting there.

She knew. Of course she knew. She'd seen me hard when she walked in on me. This wasn't her sharing a fun story about her affair. She was looking me dead in the eyes telling me that the smallest dick she ever saw belonged to the best lover she ever had, while my girlfriend who knew exactly how small I was sat right there.

I had to go upstairs to pee shortly after and could hear them laughing their asses off from the bathroom.

The humiliation was unreal. Lisa already knew I was small but having my own sister basically confirm it to her face while pretending to be giving life advice? That stuck with me for a long time.

This was 1980. I was 19, my girlfriend Lisa was 21, and my sister Jane was 23 and had just moved in with me after leaving her husband.

Some background - Lisa and I were pretty wild. We'd done group stuff, strip poker, skinny dipping. I was always the smallest guy there and she knew it. She'd been with plenty of guys before me, most average, some pretty big. Growing up, Jane and I had seen each other naked occasionally - just that sibling thing, nothing sexual. But once she moved in with me as adults, I definitely had an exhibitionist streak even though it seems weird given I was working with a little dick. I actually enjoyed her seeing me. My bedroom door had a faulty latch and would swing open on its own, and hers stayed open at night so she could hear her kid. I'd walk naked to the bathroom in front of her open door, sometimes hard in the morning. She "accidentally" walked in on me jerking off in my waterbed once, and another time walked in while Lisa was riding me. I saw her in bra and panties plenty, caught glimpses of her naked too. Presumably accidental but who knows.

So this one night Lisa is over and we're all drinking heavy. We step out to the porch to smoke. Jane never really drank or smoked so she was absolutely hammered. We head back into the den and I get the courage to ask her why she actually cheated on her husband. I knew she was unhappy but wanted to hear it from her.

She gets this serious look on her face and starts explaining - married at 16, he was lazy, they were broke, she wanted out. Then she looks right at me and says something like "the crazy thing was Bill had the smallest dick I'd ever been with but he was the best sex I ever had. Only guy who ever made me come."

She's staring at me. Lisa is giggling. Jane starts giggling. I'm just sitting there.

She knew. Of course she knew. She'd seen me hard when she walked in on me. This wasn't her sharing a fun story about her affair. She was looking me dead in the eyes telling me that the smallest dick she ever saw belonged to the best lover she ever had, while my girlfriend who knew exactly how small I was sat right there.

I had to go upstairs to pee shortly after and could hear them laughing their asses off from the bathroom.

The humiliation was unreal. Lisa already knew I was small but having my own sister basically confirm it to her face while pretending to be giving life advice? That stuck with me for a long time.

I have a small dick. 4 inches long, 4 inches around. This isn't your typical humiliation post—it's more of a retrospective on what I learned in my single days—a long time ago now.

I shared three girlfriends with other guys. The math was simple: they all had bigger dicks than mine.

The average-sized guys definitely stimulated my girlfriends more than I could. Some of that was the excitement of a new lover, the taboo, the novelty of it all. But the bigger guys—6+ inches and thicker than me—elicited something else entirely, something that went beyond just the thrill of someone new. Three of them were objectively large, and one I would consider huge—a longtime friend who could've been a porn star.

I never thought size didn't matter, but if I had, watching my girlfriends with these men would have put that delusion to rest immediately. Their reactions weren't just more—they were different in kind. Thrashing, moaning, cumming hard on cocks that actually filled them. The novelty might explain some enthusiasm, but this was physiological. Their bodies responded to being stretched and filled in ways they simply didn't with me.

Here's where it gets interesting. Afterwards, I'd fuck them with my little dick. Nothing. Their pussies were stretched open, and I just rattled around in there to almost no reaction. The contrast was exquisite—watching them lose their minds on a big dick, then feeling them go quiet and loose for mine.

One pro tip I discovered: the best lube is completely natural. It's the last guy's cum still warm inside your girlfriend. Silky. Incredible.

For 18 years, I "fluffed." Every time I was naked around my wife, I'd get just enough blood flowing so she wouldn't see me at my smallest. Not hard—just not tiny. At its most flaccid, it's an acorn on two grapes. Retracted. Embarrassing.

Around 2006, I discovered small penis humiliation—and I was embracing it. So I stopped fluffing. Walked in, sat down (sitting makes it worse), zero attempt to hide what I was.

She looked over. I saw it immediately—shock, confusion, her brain processing. She never said a word, but that face told me everything I needed to know.

I haven't fluffed since.

Anyone else have their "stop hiding" moment? What reaction did you get?