You've carried a big burden on your shoulders for years - ever since you lost your mom's favorite bracelet you've denied you had anything to do with it. Tell us about it. Ashamed that you sucked your thumb until you were 12? Or are you ready to confess that it was you who threw your brother's comic book collection into the toilet? Kids do all kinds of things, some well-intentioned, some quite purposefully mean-spirited. If you're ready to tell us about your embarrassing childhood acts, then post your confession now. Important note: This section is not a place for confessions that involve sex with children or sexual situations where children were involved. Any such postings on this website will be deleted immediately.

Bob's Not Your Uncle

I had just turned thirteen when I first discovered the joys of jerking off and everything it pertained to. One of my chores, usually once a month on Saturdays was to vacuum the entire house. Started downstairs then would finish vacuuming the three upstairs bedrooms. Was cleaning my oldest brother's room when I noticed he had left his closet door slightly open. I peeked in and found his stack of girly magazines. Stole a couple and at bedtime I closed my door, turned off my overhead lights leaving just my bedside light on. Flipping thru the pics of topless chicks got me so fucking hard that I couldn't help myself so after a few minutes of stroking, I squirt all over with some of it landing on my face. Tasting cum for the first time was an awesome experience in itself and the next day I got much bolder. My older sister was away for the weekend and I was the only one at home, so I headed to her bedroom and started to go thru her dresser. Found her lacy bras and panties and suddenly had the urge to try them on. Got extremely excited, laid on her bed and shortly thereafter covered her undies with my cream. Headed back to her dresser and was going thru more of her things when I came across her vibrator and a container of lube which of course at that age I had no clue exactly what they were for but did I figure it out in a hurry. Laid on her bed again. Lubed it up. Figured out how to turn it on and started rubbing it on my cock. Man that felt great. For some reason, I put it against my ass, turned it on the highest setting then slowly slid it in. Fucked myself silly. Came like never before. I secretly did this quite a few times over the following weeks. Loved having it inside me. To make a long story short, about a year later a friend of mine spent the night and I told him what I had been up too and that night we began to explore the gay side. Fucked and sucked each other silly. This went on for a number of years and although we both had girlfriends and eventually got married, I still to this day enjoy cock.

  • The Jungle Wasn't The Only Place It Was Dangerous

    I was thirteen that summer. My father, a geneticist, was invited to a large ranch in South America to help with a study of the genetic pool of an endangered species. He invited me go with him.

    The ranch was large, an airplane was used to go from one side to another. The work my father was invited for was in the jungle. It was remote, far away, and dangerous. Out there everything is dangerous, the water, the plants, the things too small to see, and animals too big to fight. My father had a team with him. I was left at the farm house.

    It was hot, humid. Sleeping under a fan, almost naked. The bath was a large tub, and a maid brought hot water. I had books to read, but wasn't allowed to walk around alone. A maid went with me, and a man with a gun walked behind. Where my father was there was only sporadic radio.

    As I said I slept pretty much naked. I discovered masturbating, naked except for my underwear. The maid saw me, in the dark, she watched while I felt myself. The maid was with me. Then one morning early I went to the bathroom, the maid was naked. She was small, her breasts small, her pubic hair thick and covered a large area. She let me get in the bath with her, and she rubbed me gently, inserting a finger, then holding me and rubbing me hard.

    We went out that next afternoon for a long walk. The man with the gun was always close, but not too close. We stopped by a stream. She helped me undress, and called him forward, and let him touch me before engaging in sex with me. She engaged in sex with him afterwards.

    At night I was completely naked when she came beside me and got completely naked to get in bed with me. She used her hands and her mouth on my vagina to have sex with me. Then she invited the man with the gun to have sex with me.

    When my father returned I ran to him, he apologized for leaving me. It was too dangerous in the jungle.

    Looking After My Young Cousin.

    It started when i was 11 . I was asked to look after my 9 year old cousin for a week in the day . We played games like snap and snakes and ladders . On the first morning she told me she was bored with playing games . I asked her what she wanted to do . After a few minutes she asked me . Do you want to see my pussy . When i told her yes . She undressed and lay on the rug with her legs apart . I stood looking down at her . She was getting me arroused . I had been getting erections and masturbating for a year . When she asked me if i wanted to touch her i got on my knees . I was kneeling between her legs to feel her her . She wanted me to undress . When i had undressed i got back on my knees between her legs feeling her . She asked me to lick her pussy . I liked her for a few minutes then i layed on my back . I got her to masturbate me and make me cum . After she saw me cumming she wanted to know what had happened . Why had that stuff squirted out of me . I told her what it was and how when it was in a pussy it would shoot inside it . The next day she wanted us to undress and lay on the rug . I licked her and fingered her . When she was wet i asked her if she wanted me to put my cock in her pussy . She let me do it . When i was pushing it in she squealed so i pulled out thinking i had hurt her . When i saw the blood on my cock i was scared . I thought i had really hurt her . She wanted me to slip it back in . This time i did it slowly until it was in her pussy . I had never had my cock in a pussy . It was tight and warm . I fucked her cumming in her pussy . It was an amazing feeling . After that we had sex every day . We both enjoyed having sex . I volunteered to look after her when my aunt and uncle were going out . If they were going out at night i slept at their house . Often they would be going to work the next day . They left the house at 6-30 in the morning . We were left in bed . My cousin usually woke when she heard them leaving. When she heard them leaving she got in to bed with me . She had always undressed and i have always slept naked . I liked to cuddle up to her naked body and we went to sleep . When we woke up we had sex . We have always enjoyed having sex . When i was 20 my parents went to Canada for 6 weeks . My cousin stayed with me . Sleeping with me . We still get together for sex renting a hotel room for a few days . These days we kiss and cuddle .

  • A Pencil And Vaseline

    I started being very sexually curious when I was maybe 5 or so. By “sexually” curious I mean playing with myself both anally and genitally. I had no concept of sex or sexuality, and I wasn’t ejaculating of course, I just knew those waves of pleasure felt good.

    When I was seven I discovered that putting a dab of vaseline on the eraser end of a pencil and sliding it in my ass felt amazing. I did it often. I started introducing friends (boys and girls) to my anal pleasure secrets aling with mutual body exploration. Some liked it, some didn’t.

    By the time I was 9 I had experimented with a variety of objects up my ass and my awareness of sexuality had greatly increased. I was probaby 13 when I first thought of and wanted a boy’s cock up my ass. But it would be another 13 years before that would happen with 40 year old Jack when I was 26.

    My wife knows all about that history and my still strong desire for anal pleasure. She knows I’m bi and genuinely enjoy sex with her and occasionally with men. When I am with a man (or with my wife using a strapon) I am 100% submissive. She actually suggested I may have been anally m****ted at a vey young age and that triggered my curiosity and experimentation with others. I have no recollection of any m****tation and have no negative feelings around sex or anal play. I just think for whatever reason I’ve always enjoyed and wanted anal penetration. I still enjoy taking something up my ass, except now it’s a hard pounding ejaculating cock rather than a pencil with vaseline.

    The Afternoon That We All Lost Our Virginity

    My life as a teen was a latchkey kid. There were lots of teens like me, and more often than not we spent our afternoons with another kid. I was at Grace's place, we tended to watch afternoon tv. That afternoon we stripped down to nothing but panties. It was kind of fun hanging out, our tits out in the open. At school we told Mary, who told June, who told her brother Tom who was a senior. Tom wanted to be there.

    We had an afternoon titty party, four friends wearing nothing but panties. Tom wore a hood so he couldn't see us, and he had to determine which girl he was feeling up. He guessed wrong all around, before he took his hood off. I'm not saying he was particularly interested in me, but I was closer and he didn't get off me until he had fucked me. After that he had to fuck the other girls, including his sister. That way everybody had blood on their hands, every one gave up their virginity.

  • My Mother Lived Out Her Sexual Frustrations Through Me

    As a teenager I lived in a country on the verge of revolution. The world had changed with the Cuban experience and my father was on the front line working for the embassy. We went to a small private school, escorted to school by the security agency. We had little or no permission to go out, as we were kidnapping targets. As such, my mother did the best she could and allowed me to have over a friend now and then. The friend had to be vetted, checked out by the security agency, and all of her family. Not everyone wanted that kind of scrutiny.

    I had just turned fifteen and I was at school when the attack happened. It was a group of revolutionaries looking for kids to ransom. They entered the school from the side near the running track, an open area for them to cover. The alarms went off, the security got involved and there was a shoot out. At that moment, I stood up and this boy jumped up and grabbed me and lay on top of me. I screamed but he didn't let go, he put his hand on my mouth and kept me down until the security people came to give the all clear, and everyone was evacuated back to their homes.

    Still angry at being grabbed and held against my will I performed for my mother. She listened, and told me that I was lucky that a boy would put his life on the line for me. My mother was a nurse when she met my father, and I learned that day that she was a nurse during the Korean conflict. My father was a mean man who had served in the Far East as a commando. I got a lot of history that day, and told to thank that boy personally and as far as my mother was concerned I had to show him respect and be his school girlfriend.

    He carried my books from class to class and I sat with him for lunch. Part of my 'duties' was to bring him lunch, and I had to prepare both his and mine. I got a full sex schooling from my mother, including condoms and how to slip one on a banana. I got a full on lesson as to my anatomy. and how my body prepared me for a male's insertion. I had a book with drawing and sketches of male 'members' and female anatomy, and what went where when a male decided it was time for him to take me. My mother made no bones about it, when he's ready you better be ready for him.

    It happened just like she said it would, we were out at a private party with my parents, and his family was one of those invited. We were allowed to wander off in the gardens. We ended up in his parent's car listening to the radio. He wanted 'tits', for me to let my tits out. He undid his pants and let his dick out, and told me to hold it while he felt up my tits and kissed me. I don't know if my mind was more focused on his dick in my hand or his hands on my tits that evening, but not to worry, soon enough he was ready and my panties came off from under my dress and he was on me. He 'shoved' it in. And kept shoving. I had to keep one foot on the floor board and the other foot over the backrest and he shoved and shoved and shoved and he got stiff as a board and that's when I found out about boys and the 'release' of their male energy.

    After that party my mother was really excited, her little girl was a woman with a real boyfriend. I was given a pack of condoms to carry with me and told to scold him if he didn't allow me to put one on him. It didn't work, he never wore one and nature took it's course and the next thing you know I was getting married. I was sixteen when the baby came, and my mother was proud of me for making him a little boy.

    I was in my late twenties when I realized my mother wanted him to fuck me. She lived it out vicariously with me. My father wasn't much of a lover, he was all in military. Women were superfluous. I lived with his family after my parents were reposted, we lived through a serious attempt of overthrowing the government, and me and my two kids were evacuated during that period.

    It was an exciting childhood and I exited my teen years with two kids and a husband. Unlike my father with my mother, my husband had a strong appetite for me. I was very much older when my father died of an embolism. Only then did I find out what was my mother's secret, my father was gay.

    Boy Did I , Sorry Jim

    Stole your mom panties all the time when we were kids. It was my cum that was on her satan thong and matching bra that she blamed on you and you had to go to therapy for. Oh and here black spiky heel to, that was me and Chuck.

    My Childhood Abuse

    I've never told anyone this untill now. When I was a kid between say 7-8 to about 13 my step dad physically and mentally abused me.
    One game he liked to play was one man dodgeball. Where he had either a basketball or football and he would throw it as hard as he could at me having me to try and dodge it. I took many many many head shots all those years and to this day I have severe sinus issues.
    If I refused to go along with his game he would tell me how my mother didn't love me and if I told anyone I wouldn't be believed because he made me perseved as a chronological lier. The second game he liked to play was it didn't matter if it was 90 degrees outside or snowing and blowing.
    Anyway he would take me out to the shed and have me strip naked. Then he would tie me suspended from the ceiling by my wrists arms spread wide and then my ankles tied the same way suspended from the floor about 2 inches. He would shut the doors and leave me there for hours at a time.
    I would scream so loud but never anyone heard me. I would start shaking myself as hard as I could to get the clothesline he used to tie me with to loosen to get a knot free.
    Only once did I get free around 13 years old . It was summer time I ran naked as fast as I could to my grandparents house where I was met with how much of a lier I was. Even though you could see the marks on my writs and ankles from the rope.
    After that he would just beat me with whatever he could but not enough to leave a mark that couldn't be explained.
    He had a dog that was nice as pie untill he started giving commands and the dog would chase me and try to bite me. Chased me one time where I tripped and fractured my ankle and the dog caught me and bit me. The Dr was told that I had stepped on the dog being clumsy. That I had tripped twisted my ankle and the dog bit me out of fear.
    It went on untill I was 18 and came home early from the farm job I had sick as a dog. Again I was a lier and was high or drunk he started beating on me. My mom was home and tried to stop him. He swung back and hit her .
    I came off my bed and just went ape shit on him. Punching kicking scratching his face. I just karate kicked his ass in the stomach put him through the closet wall. That's some of my confessions about my life as a kid growing up with an abusive stepdad.

    Groping The Church Women

    I grew up and one of those strict fundamental churches. One where men kind of ruled everything, and the women just went along with it. It wasn’t a good church at all and the things I did growing up I thought were correct but later in life learned were wrong. At the time I loved it and would get off to it but now I know wasn’t right.

    I grew up the son of a church elder which basically mean I could get away with anything. Our church had about 2000 followers plus. All the important decisions about the church were done by the men, but the day-to-day activity, i.e. cleaning, setting up the altar, washing linens, money handling, kitchen cooking and daycare we’re all women. The one thing about our churches whatever them men do goes you don’t question them. That is why God made them in charge. At a young age, I saw one of the teenage boys basically walk in to the main office. One day started groping on the secretary’s titties. After a minute, she unbuttoned her shirt and let him feel them. She did didn’t say anything just let him do his deed and when he was done, she buttoned up and he left. Neither one knew I was in the other room and saw what happened. That point I was already being a little pervert and sniffing used panties and jerking off with hosiery their bras and such. But now I saw I could grope women no problem.

    I started out small, basically just touching them randomly getting braver and braver. Eventually, it got to the point where I would walk in to any room that some of the women were in and I could go around lift up their ski skirts and just start groping them. Didn’t matter as long as there was no boys or other men in there I was free to do what I wanted. Eventually I learned that I could lock the door and they couldn’t leave. My main target was two ladies that were always in the church accounting office. They were older women, probably in their 50s but very attractive. I would often go in there after school lock the door and start touching them. I would tell them just keep working and ignore me. I crawl under their desks take their heels or shoes off kiss their feet. Move my hands up their legs and touch their vagina region. Both women would just sit there and take it and not say a word. Overtime, I would get more brazen I would get under their desk, slide their skirts down and rub my dick all over their pantyhose legs and feet. Eventually, I would stop playing around and get out from under the table. I would rub my dick on their face down their neck. I even would make them stand up, make them lift up their skirts and rub my dick all over their panties, then pull their gust down blow my load on them and make them wear it next to their pussy. Sometimes I would go in to the youth choirs changing area and make all the young little girls take off their clothes, and I would play with their pussies while they had to hold my dick. Once I had four of them on their knees fully naked, and I kept wiping my dick across their mouth and across her face and would come on each one of them. Eventually, I had one of the women in the accounting office basically get up every day, expose yourself and let me play with her pussy and fondle her titties while she jerked me off. We even had an 83 year-old woman who did arrangements that I had her take off her stocking put on her head and suck my dick without her teeth. At the time, it was pure ecstasy but now I know it was completely wrong.

    Did this for many years thinking was OK until our church was disbanded by the government and I was taken away from my dad and mom. That’s when I learned that what I did was wrong when I tried to grope a girl at school since I had never been to a real school just the one at the church I didn’t know this was an incorrect thing. Had to go to a lot of therapy, but learn to work through my past. Don’t know where any other people are to be able to ask for forgiveness, but this day I still think about the things I did and the people I people I wrong.

    Well, let this be hopefully a read for someone who might have been through the same thing or going through it right now. This is not what God intended. Leave that place now and find a righteous path.

  • Babysitter Blowjob

    So when I was 9 my babysitter who was 16 used to spend most of her time naked teaching me the art of pleasuring a woman with both my fingers and my mouth. But the best experience was her giving me my first blowjob. I'll never forget that explosion of ecstasy