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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 Female / 29

Finding Love With My Bestie

Gone bi. I'm one of those girls who transferred Daddy to Hubby when I was pretty young. I got a new car for the baby, a new house for the babies. Hubby was everything, and I had five kids before I was 27.

A friend from forever came out to me in high school. told me she was in love with me. We stayed friends, very close emotionally. We were on the couch, she was helping me fold laundry. A moment that is engraved in my memory I bent over and kissed her soft lips, her soft cheek. We lost control of time, the laundry dumped on the floor and we 'made love' on the couch that morning.

I was raised right and as soon as my husband was home I told him 'everything'. He huffed and he puffed and told me that I was playing with fire. How did he know I was on fire? He looks at me and does the big Daddy thing, pats me on the cheek and says nothing.

Whether it's playing, experimenting, or a new thing doesn't matter. It's bi, not lesbian, I still want to crawl in bed with my hubby, I need his strong arms around me. But when the cat's away the mouse will play and we, my best friend and me, are discovering a world that use to not be there.

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# 70282 - by Patie / February 26, 2024
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Gay Male / 44

    I Am Losing Control Of My Homosexual Behavior

    I walked into a corner pub after a bad day at work. Not my first time there. I ordered my pint at the bar and a man sat beside me. We talked nothing special. He said he could detect that I was frustrated. I told him about my job and how I hated it. He said he could do something about that, and we left together. He took me up to his flat and the next two hours were raw homosexual sex, including anal penetration. I left feeling bad about what I had been doing.

    It wasn't the first time, and it won't be the last time. It is becoming more usual than unusual. I have to keep this under the table. Work, my family, my 'life' can't be part of this.

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    # 70211 - by Mike / February 21, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 70

    I'm Afraid Of Back Sliding.

    I've been sucking cocks and being fucked by men for years. I had totally swore off women. Now an old girlfriend whats me to fuck her. We used to fuck a lot. I'm really tempted to fuck her, but am afraid I may lose some of my love of cocks. What would you do?

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    # 70118 - by Ric / February 15, 2024
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 70

    Coming Out Is No Big Deal

    The more guys I have come out to, the more who ask me to suck their cock, to fuck me, or let them suck my cock. I never had any idea there were so man other men who want to suck a cock. Being retired, I don't need to worry about a boss or loud mouthed co-worker. Most of my old friends have died, and family is over a thousand miles away. So, I have no reason to hide the fact I service cocks.
    When I suck off a man or get fucked by him, I ask him to tell his friends that I will be a cum dump for them. I post my pictures sucking cocks and being fucked online, so hopefully my friends will see them. I've been surprised just how hard it is to be discovered by them, no matter where I post. It was easier when I could still post them on Craigslist. I've still been pretty successful letting people know I'm a cock slut. Young guys like the idea I could be their dad or grandpa sucking them off. I probably HAVE sucked some of their dads and grandpas. If you ever see an add looking for cocks to suck on the Kalispell, Mt. Craigslist, with a Somers address, that is me. Or if you are passing through, drop an add looking for the Somerscock sucker. I'll suck and swallow until you go soft, or you can fuck me as much as you like. I'm the best known cocksucker in the area.

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    # 70117 - by Ric / February 15, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 31

    I'm Now His

    My lover turned me from straight to gay in one night. I'm fucked on a regular basis, all positions and places. He fucks me I take it, he says it's a satisfactory arrangement. I've been beaten and tortured, exposed to strangers and even passed around. He's quite generous, he bought me a bell to wear around my neck so I can appreciate the sound of sex. He's standing over me as I write this and now I'm about to post it he thinks I'm a good obedient hole and I can't say I disagree as he'll cage my clit. To late he's cock caged me and 'snap' it's locked up for good. I've to stop writing now and post this so he can use my flesh

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    # 70078 - by Femmy / February 13, 2024
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Gay Male / 32

    My Story Of When I Realized I Was Gay And Loved It

    Confessions or stories or secrets. All these have one thread in common. It's about something that people don't want to talk about in the open. My story is like that.

    I was twenty and my mother's aunt told her that her husband, my mother's uncle by marriage, could get me a summer job at the processing plant paying 23 an hour. My other options were minimum wage. And that's how I went to spend the summer in Arkansas.

    Growing up in Ohio I didn't have much experience with the red neck culture, but we had the blue collar types and they were much the same. I grew up in the safe side, my father is a dentist and my mother is a school teacher. The job I got was a paid internship and I worked in monitoring high pressure containers. I worked in a control room over the plant, with three other men, one of which was my direct supervisor.

    Getting up early, suiting up, coffee in the breakroom before my shift started was all a big change from my lazy college days. One morning when I was suiting up, putting on my red coveralls, boots, hard hat and goggles, one the guys in the dressing room 'grabbed' my ass. I turned to him, he grabbed my jaw in his hand and called me a 'college boy' and he had half the mind to show me what they did with college boys there. He let me go, but not before shoving me into the lockers.

    I was his 'boy' now, although I didn't know it. He grabbed my ass and put his arm under my chin holding me up against the lockers staring into my eyes until I broke contact. Many times he let me go, but not before grabbing my crotch and puckering up like he was going to kiss me. Like I said, I was his 'boy' and no one interfered.

    He sat me down on the bench and whipped out his cock and told me to suck him. I knew by then that I didn't have any choice about it. He pulled my face to him and rubbed my face against this cock, and he repeated the order for me to suck him. I sucked him, I don't mean that I pretended to suck him, I sucked him. Once his cock was in my mouth I showed him that I was sucking him. It was Friday and he told me that evening that he wanted me to join him at this bar. I told him I couldn't go because I wasn't 21 yet. He told me to show up at 11, he would get me in.

    The bar was far away from where I was staying, and the cab cost me 26 bucks to go there. The cab driver asked me if I really wanted to get out, that was a men's club, for men only. I didn't understand what he meant by it, I waited outside until my 'man' showed up and he walked me in, giving the bartender a twenty and ordering two beers. There were no women there, just men. Older men, and younger men, men who were dancing and men who were standing at the bar with their arms around their shoulders. Men who were kissing.

    Held up against the wall my 'man' kissed me. We sat at this table and he ordered another round of beers from the 'waitress', a guy in drag with a short skirt and crop top. He took me out on the dancefloor, hugging me tight against him while we danced to some soap western tune. In that club it was open kissing and grabbing and, men in shirts and ties, and men in coveralls and work boots.

    I went home with him to his apartment, and he undressed me and got undressed and made love to me. I looked up at him while he was between my legs showing me that he owned me. I slept that night with him and he made love to me in the shower. When I say made love to me, that's exactly what I mean, I laid back and enjoyed it, he did all the work, all I did was offer myself to him.

    I went back to college much older, a world opened up for me that I had not seen before. I liked this one guy, he was a graduate assistant and I went to him for help, and ended up in bed with him. I think he was my first love, although I will never forget my 'man' from my summer internship.

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    # 70034 - by Rick / February 11, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Lesbian Female / 36

    Expressing My Hidden Desires After An Accidental Encounter

    My job required me to travel often and I spent way too many nights in hotels all over the country. When I travel I carry with me my favorite toys, one for penetration and one for vibration. I love to masturbate and have masturbated from my early days in college. If the hotel has a tv that I can send my lap top too, I watch women on women porn. I love close ups of women eating pussy and I dreamt of the day that I would work up the nerve to eat pussy myself.

    I was in NYC, at a midtown hotel. I was tired from my meetings and took a long hot bath before retiring naked to the bed. I lay a towel down under me, and got my toys ready, and streamed a particular video that gives me the heeby jeebies. Lots and lots of pussy and wet long kisses and tongue exploring and I fell into my surreal world, with my cock in my vagina and my vibrator going. I didn't hear the door open, the maid came in to let down the room and found me in this position. Instead of running, she said in Spanish 'Señora porque hace eso?' translated Lady, why do you do that? I took a lot of Spanish and I didn't miss a word, or the look in her eyes.

    I spoke in English, and she understood. Why don't you give me pleasure? She stared, struck still. I got up, put my toys down and walked over to her, my full naked body for her to stare at, took her by the small of her wrist and pulled her to the bed. Petrified she was a stiff as a board, I set her down, she sat obeying and pushed her back and opened her legs, her panties covering her big hairy bush. If I was going to eat pussy it was right then, and pushed my face as deep as I could into her panties. "No Señora, no haga eso" No ma'am, don't do that, but it was too late. My years of desire overwhelmed me and I pulled her panties off and ate her. She cried, not tears of anger or fear, tears of understanding that she wanted to have me eat her. It took a bit more coaxing to get her to eat me, but she did, somewhat. All the time the TV streaming two naked ladies.

    She gave me her name, I'll just call her Maria. From El Salvador, she was scared of loosing her job. I told her not to worry and put some money in her hand and told her that she was so delicious I only hoped I could sleep with her. As a maid she got her things together quickly and said she had to leave, but I got her cell number. As I said earlier, she understood a lot of English but spoke it hesitantly, and I understand a lot of Spanish but when I need it I can't bring up the words. I asked her to meet me at the corner of this and that street, a few blocks away from the hotel.

    Maria showed up in street clothes. She was nervous and asked me why I had done that, girls don't do that she repeated. I told her that for me it was what I wanted and I wanted to show her in a nicer way how much I wanted to love her. We couldn't go back to the hotel where I was staying so we caught the subway and went further downtown to a small hotel I knew of. In the room, I helped her out of her clothes until she was totally naked. Kissing her lips, and her nipples, and gently feeling her up I laid her on the bed while I undressed to make love to her.

    I played in my mind images of scenes I had watched over and over and repeated them with her. She responded, and I responded and this time I really ate pussy, but she was still hesitant. In the moment, I just went ahead and kissed her from the tip of her nose to the bottom of her feet and every place in between, especially where she was all woman. Never in my life had I enjoyed sex for sex's sake as I did that night at that hotel in Manhattan.

    Maria is a lesbian, simply put. But she is shy and needs taking care of. I brought her to be my live in and help me with keeping up with my place and put her in ESL classes. Maria is beautiful, small and compact, with nice tits and ass and a wonderful pussy for eating. She's is honey brown and has long black hair and she is receptive to loving, but is still hesitant giving. I guess, really, she pushed me over the line and my lesbian side came out with her. Not that I had been with a guy since high school.

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    # 69958 - by Sandra / February 6, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Lesbian Female / 56

    Did I Do Right By Her, Or Drag Her From Family And Her Birth Path

    I joined a group of women providing mentorship to young high schoolers from underprivileged homes. I was paired with Clara (no real names to protect the innocent). Clara is a Hispanic girl, father doing forty to life for killing a clerk during a robbery, mother hard pressed with six children, only two with the same father. Poverty is one word, destitute another. Clara had never worn new underwear.

    I took Clara at fourteen, two grades behind. Naturally curious, innately intelligent, somewhat pretty, too thin and skinny, never been to a dentist or eye doctor, medical school nurse and one visit to a pediatrician. My first task was to 'fatten' her up. Her family was not impressed and did not support my interference.

    By sixteen Clara was at grade, she liked science and did better than grade in math. She was now filled out, and ran track. I had moved her in with me. An innocent well intentioned decision, I now had her sleep with me at night. I tried to avoid overt sexual affection, but I fell short. By the time she went into the twelfth grade she was my bedded partner. Affectionate and attached to me, we were mother and daughter, and sexually active.

    Clara attended a respected Christian Academy and was accepted at a respected Christian college. Her days away at college were long and empty. Her grades were good, she blossomed as I grew lonely. When she brought a girl home, my heart hurt deeply, she had found love.

    I am now an old woman, my Clara and she is mine, is happy, productive, and self supporting, and distanced in time, geography and intellectual faculty from her birth family. One day perhaps she will opt for children, I very much want her to. Spoiled, my grandfather's wealth protects her.

    But I recognize two faults, one taking her from her family, and two inducting her into a life with women when she was still so tender.

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    # 69883 - by Vivian / February 2, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Gay Male / 57

    30 Years For A Butch Lesbian With A Fellow Light In The Loafers

    I had dreams, wet dreams, all during my high school years. I didn't dream of cheerleaders, I dreamt of a boy on the swim team, Jared. Long and lean, in his speedo, with blonde hair and blue eyes. A regular Teutonic prince. I wanted to show Jared how much I loved him, kiss him and suck his dick. I wanted Jared to show me how much he loved me, make love to me and fuck me. At the time I had a poster on my wall of Greg Louganis. Little did we know that Greg dreamt of being with a swim team boy too.

    I went to college, a small school in the mountains to study writing. My teacher was Mr. Russel, who had published a book of poems. An older man in his late forties, he was handsome and tall and slim. Unlike my swim team fantasies, Mr. Russel had nice hair on his chest and thighs and arms. Yes I had snuck up on Mr. Russel and watched when he changed for tennis. He had a real manly cock, nicely cut, my wet dream was sucking Mr. Russel's cock.

    My chance came when we were discussing grades and he said he could tell that I couldn't focus. What was the problem, some girl? I said no, actually, and leaned forward, I am dreaming of you when I'm in class. Mr. Russel held his breath and told me that was a very bad idea, dreams like that can get you in trouble. People say they understand, but if it's in their face they become immediately homophobic. Stop those dreams, stop thinking about those things. At least stop until you are out of college. If I had any doubts about Mr. Russel those doubts were no longer there. I offered to suck his dick. He told me to come to his house at 7:30 that evening and he gave me the address.

    I sucked Mr. Russel that night, and Mr. Russel was sure to fuck me. We lay in bed all naked and he rubbed my hand. I turned onto my side and held his dick in my hand. Holding his dick got me hard again and I sucked him until he was hard. We made love, with lots of kissing and oral sex before he got back on me and again he fucked me. I got As with Mr. Russel and he took the time to correct my papers. I went over to his house three or four times a week, we fucked in his bed and made love any other place we could find. Mr. Russel belonged to a poet society, other gay men on campus. Some of them had their boy with them. There were open sex parties and it was all pretty orgy and swapping, passed around from man to man.

    After college, on my own, I had to keep myself hidden. At work there wasn't any room for out and out queers and lesbians. We got to know each other, you can tell. But all my gay activity happened far from work, in the gay underworld.

    Something happened, a girl I met who claimed to be lesbian, said she had been outed at the airline and she was going to quit. I offered her my couch while she got resettled. Since it was only the two of us, sex happened. A queer gay bottom fucking a butch lesbian. It was role reversal, but it followed the anatomy. In a moment of supreme weakness, in order for her to get insurance, we got married. It was an arranged marriage, nothing to see or touch. But time together is your enemy and we found ourselves living the life we never dreamed of. I went out and found a boy or two to have sex with, but she refused, she was married. She resented me going out and I stopped to please her.

    We were so young, she was going to turn 24 and I was 27. We celebrated our thirty years of marriage, with a large party of friends and family. little does anyone know that we have kept out gay life in the closet, stepping out from time to time. Like some women, or most women, she found that one person she wanted to be with. It wasn't enough for me to tape their wrists together, I taped their ankles too. I did a good job because after 30 years they are still together.

    Well friends, we have things to do and places to go. We have our life together, as odd a couple you've ever seen. A butch lesbian and a fairy queer.

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    # 69758 - by Sebastian / January 24, 2024
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Lesbian Female / 34

    A Little Bit About Being Married To A Man For The Money

    So not confessing to anything those closest to me don't know about. I'm lesbian, have been since the sixth grade. However, from a purely self interest pov I married a man with a future. He demands to be the man and insists I be the woman, which goes beyond sex. OK, I was raised learning all the woman work stuff and I'm quite passable at it, but to be honest I have a maid service come in. I do cook and set the table, and I do wash the clothes and change the bed. He supervises me if I don't have it done, he likes watching me do menial household tasks.

    I get a fair amount of sex from him. Early on it was daily, now it's weekly, unless he's been out of town then he doesn't quit till he is bone dry and cant go another round. I have my girlfriend, who I met in college and we are still a pair. I have his permission, but only her mind you. She lives upstairs, she has her own apartment in our house that has a small kitchenette and living quarters. I sneak out of bed to go visit her when he is gone to lala land. He insists and there is no lock on the door so he comes to get me up to get the coffee going and his eggs over easy.

    If you haven't gotten it yet, he is very jealous and wants my undivided attention.

    A few times, not many he has interrupted us in mid cunnilingus, and he wipes my face and takes me downstairs and sets me straight about where I should put my nose. He's a big baby about it but he lets us kiss all day anywhere and hold hands and sit together and snuggle up to watch TV. If he didn't like her he wouldn't have built her an apartment in our house. He questions us about it, her knows we love each other and he's happy we do.

    I never thought about it when I was in my twenties but now I want to have a child or two. My girlfriend wouldn't mind having one or two herself. We are in our mid thirties so we have get going. So maybe this time next year we will be telling him to cool it, the babies are sleeping.

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    # 69612 - by Laura / January 15, 2024
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