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Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Where you forced out by an unfortunate circumstance? Did you come out on your own terms. What and how did you finally come out? To who?

- Out of the Closet -
Bi-Sexual Male / 56

The Night My Wife Met Her Closeted Sissy Slut Husband

My wife and I have been married 31 years. Our sex life has always been great. She’s always known I have a bit of an anal kink and she takes pity and indulges my need occasionally. What she never knew is how much more I want and need. Well that all changed recently when we spent a spontaneous long weekend in Montreal.

By coincidence (wink wink) I booked a hotel sort on the fringe of an area known as Gay Village. As the weekend unfolded and we explored we found all sorts of fun bars and passed a number of shops sporting sex toys and various outfits suited to cross-dressing.

On Saturday afternoon we had lunch and bar hopped around our hotel including some very gay oriented bars. I won’t lie, we were both drunk. And I was very drunk. Our conversations were more uninhibited than usual and I expressed to my wife my desires around cross-dressing as well as gay sex curiosity. That led to a visit to one of the risqué shops we passed where my wife encouraged me to indulge. I got thigh highs, a tight slutty skirt, assless panties, fake tits, a wig, flats…..I don’t even want to tell you what we spent.

Back at our room the drinks kept flowing and I got into full dress and my wife used the strapon dildo we brought to fuck me. Normally I would lay still and moan a bit, but this time I was assuming every position, begging for cock and letting my inner slut out to play. My wife was a combination of amused, excited, shocked and outright turned on.

At one point my wife said “let’s take this show on the road” by which she meant let’s go out with me dressed. I was drunk enough to immediately accept and sure enough after she did some makeup work on me we headed out to Complexe Sky, a muti-level gay bar of fun snd entertainment. We danced together and with men making a sandwich of me. I remember more than once dropping to my knees on the dance floor and giving my dance partners mock blowjobs.

We were propositioned for sex by at least half a dozen men, or couples or groups, but we drew the line there. Our sex has never beennthe same since that night…for the better. Much much better!

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# 74212 - by CS / October 23, 2024
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Straight Male / 35

    My First Cock Was BBC

    So I have been frequenting this gym and been losing some weight and getting more fit as I had neglected it for a lot of my life. There is a black guy around my age tall, very dark skin, and in immaculate shape. Well when my progress was noticeable he would compliment me like saying good work, looking good, I see you man just typical motivational comments and we struck up a gym friendship and had some things in common especially our favorite football team. One day after working out he came up and said games bout to start wanna come watch it at my place. I agreed and followed him home.

    When we got to his place he said I’m going to change and came back out in a t shirt and basketball shorts with clearly no underwear on. He was standing most of the game and you could just see it swinging around and I couldn’t watch the game I was just watching it. The game ended and he sat down on the couch next to me and we started talking but I kept staring and he finally started laughing and pulled it out and said our little secret. I couldn’t resist I got on my knees in front of him like some slut and told him no one knows about this. I sucked his cock a very large cock to completion he blew his load and I swallowed then blurted out i want you to fuck me. I don’t know what had came over me it was like i was controlled by someone else. He stood up and motioned me to follow him and to his bed we went. He was taking control now and told me on the bed I listened. We lubed up and to begin it was painful but i kept quiet. I was telling myself you wanted this now take it then I got use to his size and now I was loving it. He was fucking my brains out. Him on top, then to the side, then doggy. Then he rolled over and told me to climb on top and work for it. I rode him for all I was worth he flipped me back over and started really pounding me from the back. My cock was about to explode if I even touched it. He said I’m bout to come and your gonna take it. Right as he was coming he grabbed my dick and gave it two pumps and I blew everywhere and collapsed into a sweaty used mess on his bed. Only thing I could muster was thank you as I dozed off for a couple of hours.

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    # 74122 - by Size / October 19, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Lesbian Female / 50

    For Forty Years I Had No Idea That I Was Wired As A Lesbian

    Today at 50 I am a very awake sexually. I am also with both a man and woman. But at one time I was not. I had managed my way through high school and college and was a complete virgin. I had avoided a pelvic exam, no man had touched me. I was I suppose at that time asexual, uninterested. I was working overtime at a CPA firm, I was in line to make senior. I was totally focused on career, I was going to make partner.

    I lived at the time in a very large complex, which was close to downtown and had easy access. I lived in a one bedroom. I ran into a guy I had a class with in my senior year, he had moved in and was working for an Engineering company. He insisted on going to dinner. It was the longest dinner ever. I for a lecture on the differences between men and women, and not just the obvious physical differences. I was 'wired' to be a woman, and by that very fact, I was never going to be a man. He had it in for me from the very beginning and he was against my goals of making partner. I had chosen the wrong path in life, when my path was obvious. The lecture ended my him standing and putting his face in mine and telling me get my panties out of my ass and face the music.

    Two days later he showed up at my apartment and wanted to know what was for dinner. He toured my apartment without my permission. He wanted to know why I didn't have a bigger television. He sat down to watch the news and told me to get on with it and get dinner ready. I went back into the bathroom to cry. He knocked on the door of the bathroom, what's your problem, I'm hungry.

    After dinner, after I had cleaned up the kitchen, he trapped me on the sofa and his hands were everywhere. Groped is the word. Including his hands in my pants, to make sure I wasn't hiding a dick there. I got a finger up my vagina. Trapped between the sofa and the coffee table I had his dick in me. The minute he got off I turned onto my stomach so he wouldn't see me. I got my butt spanked and order to stand and be inspected. He was as undressed as I was and I was again on my back on my bed with his dick in me. He did not go home that night, and from then on everything was divided equally, I cooked and he sat down to dinner.

    He wanted sex all the time, and when I was on my period he was angry. Other women know what to do, give me a blowjob, or bend over and take it that way. I opted for the blowjob. In six months I was married and pregnant. After the baby, I had to quit work because of the overtime. I didn't look for work for a year, and as soon as I found a job I was pregnant again.

    I avoided his constant threat, about taking his pleasure up my behind. But I didn't avoid him touching my anus or sticking his finger in me. I gave blowjobs constantly, to get him hard, so he could fuck me. I did all the cooking and he helped a little with the kids at bedtime. He had a wife, so what was the big deal. When I was giving him a blowjob he reminded me I was built different, he had the bat and the balls and I had the hole between my legs. Ten years became fifteen years. My friends and family had no idea, to them he was exemplary as a provider. I didn't have to work, I worked part time because I wanted to. How lucky was I? All those women who had to work, and I was neglecting my home for a part time job.

    Forty is a magical number. I turned forty. At my part time I had met this woman, Pat. She was a non practicing attorney, got burned out as a public defender (she had a case which was horrible and the perpetrator got off because of bad paperwork). She was working with me at the League of Women Voters. She liked women and she liked me and she gave me a chest rub and kissed me. I was terrorized, because I was married. I got a hand between my legs and more kisses. Her hand up my shirt, she pushed my bra up, got my tit out and sucked on my nipple. I was on my knees with my head in her crotch. You that pussy, don't you?

    I've been in an affair with her for ten years now. My husband chooses to look the other way. After 25 years his libido wanders. I have no idea who he is fucking, but he is fucking someone. Two fifty year old women doesn't sound erotic, but uninhibited it is erotic. Sex like I never had from my husband. I look forward to it, I can shove my face right between her legs and have an orgasm doing it. The only orgasms I got from my husband was when he came home from a long trip and fucked me until he was cross eyed.

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    # 73914 - by Veronica / October 9, 2024
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 61

    When Push Comes To Shove It's Men For Me Now, Not Women

    I lost my wife last year, and to be honest its been lonely. I miss the standard stuff, meals, housekeeping. But to be honest our sex life had been gone for a long time. I lost interest. It's not that she was an older woman, and I had some thing for a younger woman. I just lost interest in women, period. I get nothing from them.

    No, my transition has been going on for quite a while really. It started in earnest some ten years ago when a friend at work put his arm around my shoulders and told me he loved me. I want to say it stopped me in my tracks, but we kept on walking with his arm around my shoulders. He pulled me against him and kissed my cheek, and I let him kiss me square on the mouth. It was the best sex I'd had since I was a teenager. I let him kiss me, it was one very long kiss. He ended by asking me if I thought I could love him back.

    It was a surprise, he was certainly not out, as the saying goes, except among his like minded peers. He invited me to a football party at his place, a nice place. There were six other men there, all our age. What they had in common, other than liking each other, was their interest in Harleys. Big rough and tough men, and half of them let the other man love on them. I knew that night I was there that was my fate as well. I wanted him to make love to me, to put his arm around me shoulders, to put his hand on my hand over the island in the kitchen. I'm big really, six foot and 230. He's big as well, and so were all the men there that night.

    I knew that I couldn't spend the night, but we snuck upstairs for some kissing and hugging, being kissed and hugged was amazing. I fell back on the bed and he was on me, kissing me, getting my pants undone, his hand inside my pants playing with me, he bent down to kiss me, to put it all in his mouth, I was hard enough. I felt his hard dick against me, I maneuvered so he could rub himself more easily. I was tentative in undoing his belt, and getting his dick out. But once it was in my hand I lost my inhibitions and sucked on his dick, I wanted to show him. While the game went on, we were upstairs undressed and he was making love to me. He asked if it was ok, he used some baby oil like stuff, and offered to use a condom. I didn't want a condom, I wanted it real, nothing between his skin and mine. Barely a week had gone by since he had told me he loved me, and he was showing me with each thrust as he fucked me.

    I did not resist, I delivered myself to him. The best sex ever. And that's pretty much why I lost interest in my wife sexually. We have a relationship, he lives in his place and I live in mine, but honestly we both have a run of the house. We have traveled a little this year, since I have the time for it. I'm not a Harley guy, motorcycles scare me. I'm more of a arts guy, not opera, but the arts. He humors me, he's not interested, I humor him, I'm not interested. Who cares who one the game, what I care about is the kissing and hugging that comes later.

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    # 73862 - by BD / October 6, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Lesbian Female / 26

    It's Not A Path, Not A Journey. It's An End, Not A Beginning.

    I never struggled with my identity. As a kid I blended in with the other kids my age. It wasn't until after puberty that I got bossy. My high school years were about grades, getting into college. Some kids were boy or girl chasers. I was a group social participant. I had real good male friends. But never dated.

    In college it was about grades. I had a couple of male friends. As to girls, I got bossy. I had a reputation. A senior girl wanted to be my friend. But she wanted to kiss me, and she took my top off. I freaked out, I didn't know what was happening. Later when I was a junior a vet student moved in next door. She was older and was nice. She asked me to help clean her apartment. Sweaty proposition, she took her bra off. I stared at her, she let me look all I wanted. She then asked me to show her. Standing there topless with her she came close and gently touched me between my legs. She asked me if I liked that, and took my hand to touch her between her legs. That day I was naked in bed with another woman.

    In my senior year, my last semester, a guy in my management class, touched me and forced himself on me. I had intercourse for the first time, and I became pregnant. I graduated 12 weeks pregnant, and returned home to tell my mother. She listened and said as she stood up to go to the kitchen, 'all babies are welcome no matter where they come from'. My secrets remained secrets. About the vet student, and about the father. As I got heavier and heavier my days were about her, not him.

    With a baby, I had to work. Nothing was different. I had a guy friend, but when it came to girls I was bossy, I only got along with older women. But I was suffering, masturbating remembering my neighbor in college. I didn't so much question, as quiet acceptance. I called her, after two years and a baby. We talked but she was distant.

    I met a man, older, divorced with two children. He was in a hurry, he wanted me as a woman. I was pressured by everybody, don't lose the opportunity. I got married a few months later, became pregnant immediately. I had a home, but I was empty. I called my girlfriend from college, come and get me. I told her I couldn't stop loving her.

    I'm still married, two children, two step children, a husband. A woman's work is never done.

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    # 73856 - by Miriam / October 6, 2024
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Straight Male / 28

    Gave My Gay Friend His Birthday Wish

    Names have been changed

    I’ve known Jared since elementary school and we’ve been friends ever since. At around 14 or 15 he came out and nothing really changed between us. Still friends still talked and hung out and he is an excellent wingman. At around his birthday every year I always ask him what he wanted we gave each other small things $20 bucks or less I don’t even know how that started but I digress. Every year I asked and every year he jokingly (but probably serious) said I’m trying to get that butt. We always laughed it off

    Well his birthday this year rolled around same question same answer except this year I thought I’d mess with him I said alright. (I had no intention of doing it but it sorta turned into a game of chicken) He immediately started stuttering and blushing. He said don’t play cause I’ll do it. I replied you won’t go through with it. He just said forreal be serious. I kept it up and said I am but I expect to be wined and dined and treated like a proper lady (thought he’d catch on I was messing around but now I kinda wanted to see how far I could take it) he said I’ll pick you up Friday at 7pm.

    I left and when I got in my car I had this wave of what the fuck just happened. I have a date with a dude a legitimate date. My head was kinda swimming.

    Fast forward to Friday at 7 on the dot I get a knock on my door. He’s there, hi you ready he said and handed me flowers I instinctively smelled them and thanked him. We walked to the car and he opened the door for me, then took me to a nice restaurant and paid and a walk after. All night long he was complimenting me and holding doors and doing all that old school stuff

    We finished our date I guess that’s what it was and were driving I’m trying to find a way out of this but realized no one has ever treated me better or been nicer or anything on a date or ever really. Fuck it im gonna do it I thought. My place or yours I asked. Wait you were serious he seems dumbfounded. I told him I wasn’t but I am now

    We got to his place and I’m shaking like a leaf like shivering from nerves. We went inside and I just pulled him towards his room. We start undressing and I push him on the bed and there it is his cock about 6ish and kinda thick standing at full attention waiting. So i crawled toward him and began giving him head. Slow and passionate all mouth and tongue no hands this went on for a few minutes then her rolled em over on my back and placed a pillows under my butt. He reached got some lube and lubed me and him up. He told me this will hurt at first but just try to relax it’ll get better. He began working his cock slowly back and forth little by little into to me then like like a pop his head slid in and I let out a small yelp but said keep going. He worked it slowly all the way in then all the way back out he wasn’t lying it hurt at first bad but then it started feeling good then really good. At this point my legs are wrapped and he’s got a good rhythm going and I couldn’t help it I was moaning. Then it happened I had an orgasm but it was wildly different more intense almost all over orgasm and only a very small amount of cum. That sent him over the top he said I’m gonna cum. I told him in me and he did. We fell asleep

    I woke the next morning in a daze it felt almost like a dream. He woke up made breakfast then drove me home. I thanked him for a great night

    We haven’t done it again but we have discussed what happened. But it’s usually in a not serious kinda way. Like we’ll be shit talking and he’ll say don’t make me bend you over and have you moaning again so it’s all back to normal.

    Lesson here is I played gay chicken and got ran over and had probably some of the best sex of my life. I still prefer women I think but I do have an idea for next years present

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    # 73732 - by First / September 28, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 31

    Reeling In My Straight Best Friend

    I’m a closeted bi male and I’ve never had the intention of ever coming out to anyone until.

    My best friend we’ll call him Jake for this just went through a divorce and is in a major dry spell. His ex withheld from him for awhile and he was married for so long he lost his ability to hit on women, he’s very awkward around them now. He complains all the time about needing to get laid, hes pent up, getting depressed etc etc. It makes hanging out with him a chore and not a pleasant experience but hes a good friend so I tough it out. Plus I’m kinda worried about him

    Well we were hanging out one weekend and he started bitching again and I just couldn’t take it anymore

    Me- pull your dick out and I’ll suck it right now if that’ll help
    Jake- haha your funny man
    Me- I’m serious no one will know
    Jake-quit messing around
    Me- I’m bi it won’t be the first dick I’ve had in my mouth

    It kinda all happened fast I never intended to come out to him but it was out in the open now and I was freaking out about losing my friend I’ve had for years. The silence was unreal it felt like and eternity.

    Jake- your really bi
    Me-yes
    Jake- would you really suck my dick and not tell anyone
    Me-yes
    Jake-ok but please don’t tell anyone man I’m just really frustrated.

    I gave him the blow job of his life. I sucked, licked, bobbed and deep throated it until he came down my throat. At this point I’m horny so I go for broke

    Me-you done or you want more
    Jake- what do you mean more
    Me- let’s go to the bed and you can fuck me
    Jake-how would that even work
    Me- you bend me over and put your cock in me and fuck me.

    He spent a while really thinking about it. I could tell by his expression

    Jake-ok

    We started toward the bedroom but he backed out last second and said sorry I can’t. It was awkward for a bit the rest of the day. But it smoothed out

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    # 73724 - by Just a guy / September 28, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Straight Male / 35

    Thought I Was Straight

    So for 35 years of my life I thought I was completely straight. I never had any thoughts or fantasies that I can remember. I recently went to the gym and after was in the showers. They are semi private (they are separated by curtains) well I discovered that if you stand next to the wall you can see into the next shower. This was accidental I was leaning against the wall from being tired. That’s when I saw him tall, well built and fairly well hung. I’ve seen him around we’re basically on the same schedule of workout then shower. It’s always late night and it’s usually just us 2 in the place (24hr gym) I just stared and watched in awe of his physique and quite frankly his cock. I soon realized I was completely turned on. I broke my gaze and went on getting a shower. Fast forward a couple days back in the gym I watched him head towards the showers so I followed took the area next to him and watched again and once again I was soo turned on. This went on for a couple weeks.

    Then I got caught staring one day. I was watching his cock and then looked up and he saw me I immediately basically ran off. I avoided going to the showers when he was in there I was embarrassed and ashamed.

    Around a week went by and I was in the showers when I heard the shower next to me start up. I spend a lot of time in there as is because it’s unlimited hot water. I was soaking in the hot water when I heard a voice
    Say “hey” I jumped and spun around I said “hello”
    “Come help me wash my back, you can get a better look that way” he said smirking and motioned me toward him with his hand.

    I was shaking but entered his shower.
    “Why’d you quit watching me I was enjoying the attention” I was mortified that he had known the whole time I just stood silent. He put some soap in my hands and turned around and I washed his back letting my hands somewhat explore. He turned face to face and kissed me next we are full blown making out. I reached and grabbed his cock and started to slowly jerk him off. I gave him a slow sensual hand job until he came all over me. He spun me around and smacked my ass “I have to go to work” he whispered in my ear standing behind me“but next time how bout my place so we can have some real fun” and he smacked my ass again

    We’ve been texting and he said he wants to fuck me. I think I’m going to let him

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    # 73719 - by Hands On / September 27, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 59

    My Needs

    I have a live-in GF and we have great sex. We both love when I pound her pussy very very hard. I love licking her pussy and fingering her g-spot and slowlly brunging her to orgasm. She knows about all the bisexual and gay fantasies I have but does not know I act on them. She does not know that when I run out for milk and eggs I’m sucking off a guy in his vehicle. She does not know I have 6-8 regular guys I suck off….deep throat, swallow. She uses a strapon to fuck me, which we both enjoy, and I even suck it sometimes….looking into her eyes as I do. I want to tell her I need real cock, but I am embarrassed and worry if she learns of the part of my personality that is sissy and femmy she will not love me. I need cock so bad, but I need my GF and her love and her pussy too.

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    # 73680 - by Tori / September 25, 2024
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 26

    Finding My Path

    My claim to fame was I modeled at seventeen. By the time I was senior in high school I had lost the look. I went to a small college and degreed in communications. I was never a dater, no one interested me. By the time I finished college I entertained the idea that I was looking for love in the wrong places. Maybe I was more interested in my office coworker. A 'bookish' girl with strange ideas. Yes, for sure, she dated girls. But it was an idea, I never acted out on it.

    A couple of years after graduation I got a job in a larger company, with offices downtown. Better pay, better benefits, but a bus ride commute. The bus from my apartment went through the gay neighborhood. Mostly gay males rode the bus, but one day a heavy set woman wearing a tutu boarded the bus. In her hand she carried a chain, on the end of the chain was a smaller girl, she looked like a ballet dancer. Dressed in a child's outfit.

    It was such a shock I told my supervisor. A man twenty years older. What did I expect? Where my bus went was the world of weirdos. And he offered to pick me up and take me home every day. That's how I got yo know him, and not all conversations were business. At one point I told him I had never dated. He asked, was I a virgin?

    For weeks later he pushed me, he wanted a virgin, no protection if any sort. A raw sexual encounter, with me running the risk of becoming a mother of his child. He wanted me pregnant, more than anything. He became obsessed with the idea. Eventually he wore me down and I let him. Once pregnant I became part of his world.

    I met Bess that way. A thirty year old attorney, with the eye for a girl, and the kink of a pregnant girl. That's how I became 'entangled' with her. There was sex, but a lot more of socializing with her friends group. All girls who liked girls. Before my time came for the birth Bess had told me she loved me, she couldn't help it. On one side a man waiting to be surprised with his third shield, and on the other a woman fascinated with my gestation.

    After birth I opted for another woman my baby Dad wasn't a helper. Somethings are better left to women.

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    # 73614 - by Merin / September 21, 2024
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