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?

Many Things Aren't What You May Think

I grew up with maids, private schools and a nice cars. I wasn't any different than my friends or the friends of my family. When I went to college at a prestigious institution I met a girl on a scholarship. I couldn't get enough asking her questions, like do people in your country live in houses. It was a few years later when I took a holiday with my family to Kenya on safari. We saw people living in huts.

I bring this up because it was my lesson in making assumptions. When we went to Nairobi with houses, shopping malls, cars everywhere, nice hotels I learned I was wrong.

All my life I've had to check my assumptions. This extends to assumptions about peoples sexual preferences. And how I deal with my sexual preference. Things are quite different today, television movies and so many people travel extensively. They would not ask such a foolish question of a girl from far away. After all these years I continue to hide my sexual persona. I married a good friend in my thirties, primarily to shield me from public scrutiny.

Today many people assume many things, pretending they know it all. I'm a widow now, my husband passed away several years ago. My private secretary has been my constant companion. She knows, and knows about other things.

  • I Didn't 'read' Lesbian

    Quick background, I had a very unhappy childhood, which extended into high school. I had friends but no close friends. I never dated. I hated the kitchen and refused helping my mother. I was a good student, and had a strong attraction to science. My sister, one year younger, was popular, always had a boyfriend, parties, loved to dress sexy, wore pushup bras and tight pants. She wanted boys to notice her, and if a boy got a hand full of titty she laughed it off.

    I wasn't allowed to leave for college until my sister graduated the following year and we went together. She immediately got a boyfriend, much older, and he got her in bed and she got what she wanted. I learned she had been on birth control since she was fifteen after loosing her virginity.

    In my senior year I was part of a study group. Three females, one male. The archetypical Alpha. He insisted I serve him, never asked the other girls. I made the copies, he reviewed the paper. One afternoon he showed up uninvited. He caught me in a thin blouse braless. He immediately told me to show him my tits. He used the word 'tits'. I was so embarrassed I ran to my room and my sister had to deal with him. She invited him to a party at her boyfriends, she told me to wear a revealing top and very tight shorts. I felt exposed and stup!d.

    He trapped me in the kitchen, cornered against the counter. He grabbed my tits, and told me he was going to fuck me. He led me upstairs by the wrist, in an empty bedroom forced my top off and got to my tits. Pushing me on the bed he pulled off my shorts and panties, I was totally naked in front of him. He undressed in front of me, his erection staring at me, eye level as I was sitting on the side of the bed. Touching my face with his penis, he pushed me onto my back and fucked me. I wasn't on birth control and I became pregnant.

    I got married three weeks later, two days before my parents came for our graduation. My sister broke the news to them, she got fucked and had to get married. My mother's first words were 'it was about time, a man who could control me'.

    What I didn't know but others suspected, I am a lesbian. I had never met a lesbian until I met the nurse at the baby doctor's who told me I exhibited all the lesbian signals, like total distaste for any form of sex with my husband. I got divorced after the birth of my son, and slowly gravitated towards my new world. I met a girl who worked with me, who came out to me in confidence. I told her I knew, I was one too.

    My life is ruled by my ex husband, he calls all the shots for me. Where I live, who my friends are. I have his permission to be with my girlfriend, she's soft like he likes them, attentive to him. Our son is in college, has tons of girlfriends. He brings different girls home, I'm anxious to see which one is the one. My guess is she will be soft and malleable, attentive and affectionate.

    I went to a psychologist when I was younger, to try to understand my dependence and subjugation to my husband. Transference, he's taken the place of your father. Like my father I don't have sex with him, like my father he is everything. Fear of disappointing him keeps me in line.

    Not The Plan But We'll Take It, I Agree, Next Time It's My Turn

    Early twenties not attached playing around. Mostly I slept alone I wasn't successful. I met a guy, the friend of a friend of a friend. I didn't like him, the usual stuff, self centered, arrogant, too masculine for me. That said I got up, I couldn't for the life of me figure out how I woke up there.

    My little ass wasn't happy about it, I'd never been had like that. I wiped and was tender, with blood spots on the TP. I told my best friend, who wasn't happy with me, but out of concern she went with me to the urgent care, the nurse said I had a tear. Not uncommon with young girls like me, tearing me a new asshole. She gave me a cream to use to help prevent infection, keep it clean, wash after every BM. My gf managed to stay serious the whole time.

    That day she made me swear, no more guys from then on. Strictly girlfriends.

    Ten years went by, no guys, just my girlfriend. I told her I had to try one more time. Straight, up and up, intercourse. We agreed her brother should be the one. He said, if he was called to duty, then why not go all the way. The timing was planned, the place our place, newly laundered sheets, no foreplay, wham bam and go away. But getting mounted to breed me wasn't as easy as you would think. He needed foreplay, to get it up, my girlfriend had to work me up. The event was ahem, nothing to report here. But the objective was met, so operation successful, as far as that goes.

    What happened next is taboo, he took his sister 'you too', and mounted her like a wild stallion chasing down a reluctant mare. But cute and pretty, and running away, made him more potent and he got his sister in the family way.

    She was the little fertile one, she got pregnant, not me.

    Today we have a little boy we named Alton after her grandfather. The brother keeps knocking on my door, he wants to prove he's potent enough for me. I'm not ready, maybe later. I'm just not interested. When I'm ready I'll let him know.

  • Starting The New Year With A Bang!

    Hi. Just wanted to share an accomplishment with you guys. I finally fulfilled a long time fantasy. A friend I met awhile ago helped set me up with his best friend and gave me the moral support to go the entire way.

    I Ubered to a Starbucks to meet them both. When everything checked out, we drove to a motel. There was a bit of warm up. I blew him while his friend ate me out. They made sure I came once before I got on all fours. His best friend couldn't wait to mount me. After a little adjustment, he started fucking me like no tomorrow. It was the wildest fuck of my life. He gave me no mercy. And he kept growing until he stretched me so wide that my pussy held him in. I'm thankful to have had help because each time he tried to pull out, it hurt a little, but my friend kept him in and even played with my clit. My friend took sloppy seconds with me in missionary. After such a savage fuck, it was nice to be held close and fucked slow.

    We all stayed the whole night and fucked one more time in the morning. Too bad we're gonna be busy for awhile, but at least we have another date planned in a few weeks!

    Harsh To Many Perhaps But We Adapted And Made The Most Of Our Life

    It runs in the family, my maternal grandmother was a butch lesbian, as am I, and now it's obvious to me my brother's oldest daughter is too. But, we are all Latinas from below the border, of an important and wealthy family. All educated abroad, my grandmother went to Stanford in her day, I am a Columbia graduate, my niece graduated from Northwestern.

    My grandfather was the proverbial male alpha, ran his business and his home with an iron fist. He married my grandmother much the same way I was married off. Fast, imposed, 'now you are going to learn what you are'. She arrived home after graduation and was married off in two months. She had four children by the time she was twenty five. I arrived home with my degree to meet my husband for the first time, married off in six weeks. Pregnant by nightfall.

    In those days the Priest repeated to me the 'Obedience' vow, 'Do you promise to obey your husband?' . The ceremony didn't move on until I said 'I Do' out loud, I chocked the first three times. I was just turned 22, never kissed by a man. My girlfriend, we were lovers since the tenth grade, suffered her fate six months later. Girls like us were rushed into marriage to strong willed no nonsense men, who managed their homes with a short leash. She woke up pregnant from her 'wedding night'.

    My grandmother was my refuge, she helped me accept my fate, to recognize that for us, girls like us, it was far better to be married off to strong men. Accept it and move on, much like life prisoners accept their fate, or go crazy. I myself have two children. One day you may understand what it takes to be impregnated by a man. I, like my sister, am married to a financially independent man and have lacked nothing except my freedom in my life.

    One day, a summer day, my girlfriend and her family were at our house for Sunday dinner after Church. Her husband mistreated her, slapped her in front of us and the children. My husband came out of his chair and with one blow rendered him unconscious. He laid down the law, from that day forward he took responsibility for her and her children, giving me and my children strict orders, we were to incorporate them into our lives, and care for each other. They divorced after a bitter custody fight.

    A fate we could never have imagined, we were now free to be together, sisters together, we cried and held each other. God himself had intervened for us. It's been forty years now, we respected my husband, never once disobeyed his mandate to take care of each other.

    Now my niece struggles. I took it upon myself to introduce her to a man who can be a strong husband, make her his wife. If luck comes her way, she may have a special friend in her life. But unmarried, without children her destiny is to live a life unfulfilled, vacant, lonely. There is no future for her. Far better a man, children, than growing old alone, a cold hearted matron. We all know them, God defend us from that fate.

    As to my grandmother her maid and attendant was by her side until she died. The family took care of her life companion until her death at ninety two.

  • I Guess You Can Say I'm Coming Out Gay To Myself

    Me and my roommate worked in the service sector, mostly nights. He is a bartender at a busy restaurant and makes good money, much better than me. I work at an expensive restaurant and make good tips on Friday and Saturday nights, but it's slow on weekdays. We are in our late twenties.

    From time to time we have had girlfriends, but nothing works out after at time. Waiter doesn't attract the chicks. One Saturday, it was a year ago now, I started to look at my roommate with different eyes. He is not classically handsome, too short for that. A big smile, get along with people, bartender talk. The reason I started to look at him was that on that Saturday he walked out of the bathroom with only a tshirt on and his dick was swinging away as he walked to the dryer to get his shorts.

    The reason I looked at him that day was that as he walked across in front of me I thought to myself 'I could suck that'. Later 'I want to suck that'. I really, really did want to suck that.

    I started a campaign. I started to walk around naked, or in a shirt and no pants. I started to watch shows on tv that had gay couples. I started to scroll through gay porn. Always, always, always gay porn of guys receiving fellatio. Of course, I was the guy giving fellatio, he was the one receiving it. It became on obsession, and he just didn't catch on. One night he brought home a new waitress where he worked and they were naked in his bed the next morning. That was enough, I had to act.

    I went in and told her to move over and I got down on my knees beside the bed and grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth. "What the fuck are you doing" he yelled, pulling himself back. I told him in front of the chick, 'you're so blind, you know I want to suck your dick'. And I sucked his dick in front of the chick and he came, giving me what she wanted but I got.

    It was forward and obnoxious on my part, the chick quit her job so not to have to work with him, he and I went our separate ways.

    It's Saturday again a year ago and I'm living with a guy who works with me. I don't have any desire to suck his cock. He has a girlfriend from a long time ago but they are too poor to get married. I don't have a girlfriend, I don't want one. I want to meet a guy who will let me suck his cock and not push me away. I just don't have the nerve again to start something, so it's me and my laptop.

    I guess I'm gay or something like that.

    Finally Showed

    I am a bisexual male who enjoys both cock and pussy. I also love to dress in women's clothes but up to a few days ago I only ever did this in private. I have always wanted to let other people see me dressed but never plucked up the courage to do it until yesterday when I finally went to a gay bar fully dressed. I was so nervous walking along the street and indeed heard a few negative comments from guys but it was too late to go back so I just carried on. Once inside things changed. Guys were looking at me but in a nice way. They chatted and a few said how gorgeous I looked. One of them offered to walk me back and we ended up making love. It was the best sex I have ever had. I am now going to wear women's clothes all the time as it is something I have wanted to do for so long. Just ordered some special underwear that gives you a camel toe look in tight trousers. Can't wait to wear them out and see what looks I get.

    I A Homosexual

    I didn't really want to do this but I confess for real that I am a sissy homosexual that wants to be cuckold by my alpha wife. I want to eat women lingerie and make up. I've told my wife ,15 years ago that I am a homosexual after she tricked me with alcohol. After a few drinks without eating anything all day, she had me slam down vodka and cold drinks that she prepared for me. She kept forcing me to drink up shoving glass after glass intoy hand and directing.thd glass up to.my mouth. She gote naked instructing that I was to keep my legs opened the entire time. She asked questions that made my small cock to pulsste when her questions about being with women failed. It was when she asked...,,,",,who said that I was talking about women,,,? Ever been with a man before babe? Man??u little penis jerked and pulsated!! Ahhhh she said now we're getting somewhere. Been with a me and huh, hon?? Kidding and hugging on bed? I in etbhe was good looking huh?? I bet his cock was nice!!? My clit was going crazy. Did you give him babe job bab?
    I bet you fucked him good huh? It his ass feel good to your little cock, babe?? Did he find you or did you go looking for him, hon?? Tell me hon,,!! We're being truthful here right? So tell me that you went to bed with another man! Tell me
    I won't tell anyone!! (She did) I've fucked a fewen when I go on businesses. I just sit there drinking my drink and men will hit on me

    So now you tell me you've been to bed with a man doing that homosexual thing with each other. Do you start or did he start? You kids and fuck don't you? I know you
    You can't go long without giving. Was he cute, you know, the one that you fucked? I bet he was! My cock was now swollen. Each time shed say was he cute and did he have a nice cock,,,??? You sucked him? My clit would pulsate. My precum was oozing out andy shaft was covered. I see you have your cock is giving you away since I mentioned you being with a man
    I know you've been with a man
    Tell me hon?!! You've been with a man in your hotel room. Fucking on him
    Be as man for once. Step up to the plate be truthful
    You know you have. Iny mind I'm confused. I know I've been with many men while on the road. She kept pressing and pressing
    Finally I said ITS TRUE!!! I've been with a man
    before. She stood there over me drilling. She let out " I WAS RIGHT I WAS RIGHT I WAS RIGHT!!!! I LNEW UOU WERE A FAGGOT. YOU'RE A FUCKINH FAGGOT...I KNEW IT! She had a shitty eating grin on her face from one ear to the other. Are you the guy on bed?? No...when they fuck me I'm the woman. Her mouth fell open. "THEY"?? Yes I said. THEY I said...Yha to shut her up. They use you as a woman?? Yes. They use me as a woman. They bringe nice lingerie to wear. I like it very much. We sat there and talked. She asked if I took care of the men? I shook my head slowly yes
    You suck them off? Yes I said. Do you swallow or spit? I smiled and said I swallow. PHEW she let out. GOOD!!! CAUSE IF YOU SPIT, YOUR NOT ANY GUN FOR THEM!
    So for the record, br ca ho is not just a faggot, but a sissy faggot on his way to become the best cuckold beta husband ever.

    Such A Lovely Treat Part 1

    Ran into an old pal of mine yesterday. Greg and myself have known each other since grade 1 but have not seen one another in probably 15 years, give or take. When we were in maybe grade 10, there were constant rumors of Greg being gay which way back then, was a whole different ballgame than it is today.
    Anyways, it turns out that he and I are both really into building and fixing computers. He invited me up to his place today, to view a new processor. So since I was awake early this morn, I text him and he was just climbing outta bed and told me to come up for coffee. Roughly a half hour later, I was sipping fresh brew while he showed me what he was working on.
    Still in his pj's, we sat there yakking computer lingo and about old times then suddenly I decided to ask him if those old rumors were actually true. He turned to me, smiled and asked me why I wanted to know.
    Without a word, my hand ended up on his leg, then moved to his crotch. Nice, is all I could utter. He looked in my eye's and I knew right away that he was as horny as me. We stood up, kissed and sucked each other's tongues then he led me to his bedroom. On our way there, he slipped off both his top and bottom then spun around and helped me undress. By the time we made it there, we were both totally naked and touching.
    I gasped. His cock is about the same length as mine (7 inches) but a lot thicker. His balls are very big too. I immediately knew what I wanted so I sank to my knee's and was greeted by such a beautiful specimen of male anatomy. I giggled, looked up, then managed to swallow almost half. He put his hands on my face, massaged my neck and told me that he wanted to face fuck me really hard and fast. My mind started to work overtime as I thought about having such a thick dick being rammed down my throat, but there was no way that I was gonna stop so I relaxed as much as possible as he began.
    I almost blacked out from the intensity and constant gagging but loved every second of it. When he really got going he held my head with both hands and just face fucked me like crazy. Few min later, he slowed right down. Kept his cock balls deep down my throat, throbbing then spurt the biggest load that I can ever remember swallowing. My mouth was a bit sore from being stretched but I loved it all.
    Ended up fucking and sucking most of the day. Maybe in part two. Am kinda sore.

  • Treat At A Glory Hole

    This was many years ago. I had gone to an adult shop in a neighboring town to suck cocks. I was at the rear of the store by the booths, when I saw my dad walk in the front door. I dodged into a booth, and peeked out to see what he was going to do.
    He slowly worked his way back in the shop, and went into the booth next to where I was. I thought, why not? I wiggled my fingers through the hole, and it didn't take long before the cock came through.
    I had seen hos cock several times over the years, but never when it was hard. Not a giant, about five inches hard. I started by stroking him, then took him in my mouth and sucked him as well as I knew how. It must have been good enough, as he shot his semen into my mouth. I enjoyed swallowing the seed that had made me. It remains my favorite cock sucking memory.