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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 -
Gender Neutral / 21

First Cock

I grew up with 3 older sisters and became quite fond of girl clothing when I was a lad. As I grew older this became an obsession and I would cross dress every chance I got. I created an alter ego, Ericka. Ericka is a sultry 5’7” and 130lbs. Lovely ass and long slender legs. She has pouty lips and a cute little clitty with a perfectly trimmed landing strip. She is constantly horny and needing to fulfill her cravings.
Ericka had the perfect opportunity to come out and play. Her parents went on a three week cruise and her older sisters were planning parties. One night after everyone was asleep Ericka came out to play. Dressed as slutty and sexy as possible. She was hoping to find a sleeping sexy older guy that she could get to know. She found two guys passed out on guest bed. Fully clothed. She slowly sat on edge of bed and whispered naughty things to see if they were awake. She slowly felt the front of the cowboy dressed in tight jeans and she rub his cock softly. He smiled and moaned. She pulled off his boots and an buttoned his shirt. He was so hot and fit. She gently touched his chest and abdomen, teased and frenched kissed his nipples. She was moaning as she did this. He was enjoying this and his hips bucked . She kissed her way down to his jeans and unzipped. She reach in and felt his rather large cock. She felt her clitty quiver. Slowly she pulled it out and gave it her first kiss. It was so good. She kissed, licked and savored the juicy head until his cock was rock hard. It was at least 7 inches and made her clitty drip pre-cummies and mouth water with desire. She licked the big hard dick all over, up and down, the balls and began to suck and moan on the big dick like it would be the last. She wanted the cum so bad. She found her self wanting to fill her ass up, but it was too late. He woke up cumming in my mouth. Cum dripping from my lips and my my ass pumping the air. I wanted more and he knew it. He looked me in the eye , smiled and fell back to sleep. Now I was ready for another cock. I reach over to the next guy and began to French kiss his cock. He was awake and was watching the whole time. Now I was exposed as a sissy cocksucker or did he think I was a real girl. He came in my mouth , smiled and fell asleep. Two cocks on my first night out as Ericka. I am a cocksucking cum slut.

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# 60579 - by Ericka / September 10, 2022
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 58

    Bursting To Confess

    When I was in my 40's I dated for 6 years a femboi. I met him as I past a bench he was sitting on. I turned and sat down next to him even though I knew what he was. Micky was wearing a red figure hugging dress and it was obvious to me this was a guy. I engaged him in small talk taking a look at the bulge in his dress as I did so. That was the moment, 'want to take a look at the merchandise?' I nodded, 'yes please'. Under his raised dress a pair of red lace panties pulled to one side proudly displaying his big clit. I looked round and then gave him a nice bj in public. Upon swallowing his seed [ it would've been rude to spit] he kissed me, my first cum kiss after giving my first bj. He took my hand and into a field he led, a farmers roller which he bent over and lifted his skirt. I removed his pants and got myself into position behind him. My cock out I applied pressure then pop and I slid into my latest conquest. I didn't last long before I bred the slut and that was the start of a 6 year turbulent relationship in which he gave as much as I did. The first time he made me his hole,,,, well as story for later

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    # 60537 - by Gigi / September 6, 2022
    - Out of the Closet -
    Lesbian Female / 48

    The Troubled And Difficult Steps We Have Had To Take To Be Together

    As a young girl growing up, including my teen years I never fantasized about sex, never masturbated, never wanted a date. I went to college at an all girls school in Canada and I didn't want anything to do with men. I didn't hate men, far from it. It's just the personal part that I disliked. In my school there was a large share of lesbian women and I got 'dated' more than once and I got kissed and asked out on second dates. But in the end that wasn't for me either.

    In my junior year I met a girl named Ivonne. Her parents were English, working in Canada at the time. We got along fine and we became best friends. She didn't want anything to do with a man and neither did I. We spent time together and on more than one occasion we slept with each other on weekends. She is the first person that I got naked with and we played boyfriend girlfriend. She played the boyfriend and got on top between my legs and I played boyfriend and got on top between her legs. In both cases we ground against each other into orgasms. We liked being naked and we liked staying up till all hours of the night talking.

    We finished college and her parents had been transferred back to London and she went with them and enrolled in a graduate program. I stayed behind. Moved back to Mumbai and got a job in my home town and I cried myself to sleep every night. I tried masturbating but all I did was cry louder. We spent time on the phone to hear our voice and we made plans for me to come over. But those plans never materialized for economic reasons, I didn't have the time to go and I had to work.

    She finished her year long grad course and came to Mumbai to be with me. Home with me and when I say we cried, we cried for an hour or more, before falling asleep. We woke up in the morning and we got naked and took a shower together and then we went to my bed and we made love over and over again. No one was the boy and no one was the girl. We promised we would never be separated again.

    But out of the blue my parents invited me to a dinner with them and when I arrived at the restaurant there was a man sitting with them. They introduced me and gave him detailed information about myself. They were quick to point out I was single and I was in need of getting married. For the following weeks I was pushed and shoved into talking to him and made to understand that I was getting married. They had searched carefully, he was the right age and standing and my single life had to come to an end and I had to get on with making a home.

    My wedding day was the worst day of my life. The party afterwards lasted for two days and my wedding night was worse than death for me. He imposed himself on me and ensured that he consummated the marriage. He had me report back to my mother that the deed was done and she should expect grandchildren in due time. But that was the least of it, he also told me that he had accepted a job in the United States and we would be moving shortly, we would make a home near San Francisco.

    For fifteen years I lived in the Bay Area, I had the necessary two children, I went to graduate school at he University of San Francisco. But not one day passed that I didn't think of the girl I left behind. Ivonne moved back to London and we corresponded in code, names changed, story lines with hidden meanings. She didn't marry, she stood up to her parents and told them that she had other ideas, other needs, and a man was not one of them. She was pushed out of her home and only because she had good degrees was she able to support herself.

    Then on my fifteenth anniversary I told my husband that my one and only true love was at in London, and I wanted to leave and go and make a home with her. Divorce is perhaps the worse social status you can have. But being married without her was destroying me inside. I was surprised when my husband relented, but on the condition that we turn it around. Ivonne would come to the US and she would be my childhood friend. No need to a divorce, no need for a scandal. He got Ivonne a job and with the job a work visa and she came. We had not seen each other since my wedding night.

    Time had passed, we were grown women, I had children, I was married but as far as she and I, time had not passed. Our first hug was passionate, our first kiss was passionate. And we escaped for the weekend to reestablish our relationship. My husband was very good at making up situations, of finding ways for us to be together. Our one promise was not embarrass him and have a scandal. All in the 'dark of night'.

    My husband moved to Connecticut and we followed dragging home and kids with us and we set up house in a fashion that allowed us to be together. By then my children had learned that we were closer than just friends and they were old enough to keep the secret. For the work world of my husband, for our neighbors, we passed ourselves off a first cousins. And that is how we found a way for us to live these last ten years together.

    My first instincts when I was a little girl, a girl in high school, a college girl were all correct. I wasn't born to be beside a man. I did so to please my parents. I was born to share my life with Ivonne. Even if we missed out on the most precious years of our lives.

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    # 60511 - by Rajashree / September 4, 2022
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Straight Female / 28

    I Have Sexual Assault Fetish

    I'm not special i know a lot of girls and women have this kind of fetish. I wanted to write another word but i think this site won't allow it.
    I will sound misogynist and i know it's messed up. And sorry for poor English.

    I don't know if my fetish is because of trauma or low self-esteem. Maybe. Almost all my sexual fantasies since i was really young include dominant boys or men forcing sex to a girl or a woman who end up enjoying it and realizing her true nature and purpose in life which is to please the desires of men.

    I always believed women should obey men, wives should be submissive to their husbands. Not hysterical and annoying with opinions about everything.

    Ironically i always was openly against sexual assault with a passion and i was afraid if it ever happens to me but deep down i was jealous because i believed girls and women who got sexually assaulted must be attractive and desirable while i am not because it never happened to me not even catcalling and i was wondering if something's wrong with me.
    So i satisfy myself through my fantasies. When i'm very horny i even imagine ugly old men forcing me for sex and cum inside me.

    I enjoy seeing submissive, quiet, good girls who want to please men.
    In bdsm relationships i believe the woman must be the slave and servant.

    But unfortunately it isn't so much socially acceptable for women to be quiet, obedient, patient and accepting to men. It isn't socially acceptable anymore for men to be dominant, strong and have demands from women and that's feminism fault.

    I understand the existence of feminism decades or a centuries ago but now at least in western countries feminism is useless.
    Yes i prefer the respect and sympathy of men than from hysterical feminists who are offended by everything.

    It's okay to admit we are weaker than men in some things.
    It's okay to be submissive to men. It's flattering when a man express his sexual desire for us.

    I only imagine myself in a relationship with a dominant man. Who sees women like sexual objects and can easily put me in my place and tell me what to do.

    However I keep these fantasies to myself mostly because even though i like it so much i don't know how It's like to be in a relationship with a dominant man but i know i am attracted to these kind of men.

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    # 60454 - by Anonymous / September 1, 2022
    - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 35

    Your Last Chance

    He'd been grooming me for months, telling me how pretty I was, a squeeze of my bum, a secret little kiss when no one was looking and staring at my groin and saying someone's happy to see me. He wore me down bit by bit whispering in my ear that one day he was going to have me. Finally he made a move on me and it was at that moment I realised I had been trained to do as he wanted. I was laid on his bed naked and new this was my last chance to leave as a straight man but I didn't. He took his cock out I opened my mouth and got face fucked. I found it hard to breath as his dominant hands were around my throat, then he pulled out. Seconds later I was pulled back by my hips, lubed and bred, no nonsense I'd become his cum dum. Whilst he recovered I got him a beer which he downed in one then pulled me on top and was ordered to ride. He held my cock as he decorated me once again. Pulling me towards him he kissed me and told me to fuck off. I left confused but in expectation of more to come

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    # 60206 - by Unimportant / August 18, 2022
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Straight Female / 31

    We're Still Hiding Our True Sexuality

    I'm in the closet, except backwards. I'm outwardly gay but I'm really straight and I'm in a secret relationship with a much older man. I've been his since I was 18, pretty young really. I came out as gay to help my career. Once upon a time it was the other way around. Straight in public with a secret gay lover. It's the way the industry has become, having to be gay and hide my straight side. Believe me, intercourse is so much more intimate and fulfilling. I realize I love this man and nothing I can see myself doing with a woman is better than delivering myself to him.

    Thank you, you can stream my show.

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    # 59960 - by Kitty Kat / August 5, 2022
    - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 45

    Some Feelings Are So Deep That You Can Never Outgrow Them

    Personally I think men miss out a lot. I would be very sorry if I didn't have my breasts. I think they are beautiful and give me a sense of being a woman. I have a nice well behaved pussy. I shave but maintain a landing strip. I like how it looks. My face is pretty, I've always been pretty. To be honest I don't like looking at a naked man and I don't find anything attractive about a penis, hard or soft. Soft lips, soft skin, no facial hair, breasts, and a mystery between her legs are much better than a man on top of you.

    But once upon a time I had no choice in the matter. I already had a fixation on my breasts but I had been conditioned to look for a boyfriend. The guy I went with was nice but there was never any chemistry. Once he had me hold his penis. I did but don't think I got any feelings from it. Letting go was the best part, not for me. My next time was with my fourteen year old neighbor, a very nice looking girl. She had nice breasts and I touched a girl's pussy for the first time, and I kissed her there for a very long time. It was the first time I felt chemistry and I couldn't stop kissing her or holding her (embarrassing as it was for her). We were close until I left for college.

    In college, leaving my girlfriend at home was hard and I cried for her, I just couldn't be away from her. But leave that alone. I went to a party, a mixer for freshman and I left with sperm in my belly. It was horrible. I'm not kidding. Every boy was there to screw some girl and I happened to have been a girl and he was going to screw me and he did. The next morning he brushed his teeth with my toothbrush. The next morning he made me, telling me to do it and shut up already, make him breakfast. I also got a bare butt spanking. At first bent over his knee and then bent over the kitchen table. It stung real bad and it was more humiliating than when my father spanked us. There wasn't any discussion about it, I was his girlfriend like it or not. The worse part really was having to suck his penis. That was conscious, me doing it, him fucking me was just lay back and let him.

    He fucked me a lot. I guess all 19 year old boys are always ready to fuck. He suddenly discovered my breasts. They were a novelty to him, he liked me over him letting my breasts down for him to suck. That was also conscious, but far less embarrassing than sucking his penis. I also never did understand what it is with his penis. Like I was supposed to worship it. I didn't. I was a good girlfriend, he couldn't have had a better girlfriend. And I washed his clothes without having to be asked. I remember sitting with my mother folding clothes and that's what it felt like. Folding clothes is a one of those home feelings. That and cleaning up and having the place look presentable. Like I said, I was a good girlfriend.

    All four years, well four and half because he was late in graduating, I was a good girlfriend. Once out he told me it was time. Just suck it up and do it. I said no, not without a ring. Girlfriends don't get pregnant. Wives get pregnant. That's why he signed papers. That's why I signed papers. No papers, no babies.

    Twenty years, two houses, three kids. But I never felt chemistry. My girlfriend from my neighborhood came to see me, she was in town for her job. The hello kiss went on and on and on, I couldn't let go. She told me she was in a relationship. But she felt the chemistry too and I pushed her down on the couch and got to her breasts, and opened my shirt for her and time came to a complete stop. It was like 25 years hadn't passed. We made love, we didn't have sex, we made love, back and forth. Until we just laid there touching lightly with a finger, those parts that girls don't touch on other girls. Not usually unless you are laying beside her and you are both naked. That afternoon I really loved my breasts. I hadn't felt that feeling of a woman for a long time, I never even felt it when I nursed my kids. (That was a chore).

    Letting things be wasn't going to be. I asked my husband if he remembered Alice, the girl I talked about when we first met? No he didn't, or well maybe he did. He didn't understand, that was his excuse, when I told him she was in town and we had found each other again.

    Alice and I are together now, we live with my kids and my husband lives down the street. I'm not divorced, it's complicated and it will be financially ruinous for both of us, not to mention the kids. The kids have accepted Alice, but they are still trying to figure it out. No, they really don't understand. That's also why I maintain a very close relationship with my husband and give him as much sex as he wants.

    Alice has nice breasts, I love her breasts, and I love sharing my breasts with her. It's a woman thing. Men have their penis, women have their breasts.

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    # 59882 - by Dianne / August 2, 2022
    - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 33

    Panties

    I’m a 32 year old guy.
    I seriously love wearing panties.
    The material touching my dick makes me so horny . My drawer is full of panties and I threw away all my boxers.
    I wanna show of to people when I wear panties

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    # 59837 - by NjSingapore / July 30, 2022
    - Out of the Closet -
    Gay Male / 38

    Turning A New Leaf

    After 15 years I got divorced. The bitch kicked me out and took it all. I moved into a one bedroom apartment in a complex nearer my work. I didn't miss her and got around the new neighborhood, eating out at this Mexican place and this pizza place and this hamburger joint until I was a regular. It was at the hamburger joint that I met this guy named Paul.

    Paul invited me to a get together to watch the Sunday game. It was all guys, some in shorts that were way too short and a lot of patting on the back and hugs around the neck as more and more people showed. I hung around, Paul introduced me, but I was basically alone in a crowd. I walked back to use the bathroom and saw these two guys kissing. I instinctively new I was not in my element.

    Back in the room, with the TV going full blast, Paul put his arm around my neck and asked me how I was doing. He told me there were swinging dicks there and boys who like attention. No kidding. He pulled me close with his arm, this guy worked out and he was strong and asked me if I needed a kiss. With that he grabbed me by the balls and planted a kiss on my kisser. His lips were wet and hot and his hand grabbing my privates and I didn't push back. That night after I helped him clean up we went up to his bedroom, he put a guys fucking away video on and he told me that since I was a novice he would walk me through the paces. The first thing to do was suck dick.

    He took his shirt off, like I said he worked out, and took my shirt off, I don't work out. He kissed me again rubbing my chest, assuring me I was going to like it, just go with the flow. Pants off and the bed turned down he got on it and showed me his dick and told me to get down and suck him, suck his papa dick and show him what a good boy I was. His dick got hard fast and it felt good in my mouth, I grabbed it and held it, the feeling it gave me was like nothing I had ever done. He sucked my dick, played with my balls, pushed a finger hard against my ass, kissed me several times, kept his big paws on my chest and sucked my nipples.

    He greased up my hole and told me to relax and let him do the work and slowly he inserted his papa dick where the sun don't shine, deeper and deeper and deeper until he said he was all in. I was at that point more in an 'I don't believe this is happening' than anything else. He worked it around, a lot of in and out, getting me used to it and asked me if I was ready to take my first load and he let go. He pulled out slowly and let me lay there for a while before sucking slowly on my dick.

    I know that people claim that you always know that you're gay. That's not true. I do know that Paul claims he knew watching me after several nights. Whatever it is, I found a new way, a new group of friends, got used to watching boys behave like little bitches and big dick men bend them over or give them a dick to suck and shut up. Paul stayed by me, putting me to work cleaning up, someone has to do the laundry and someone has to fuck and someone has to be fucked. I suck dick because I liked it, he fucks because he likes it, so what if I like it, him fucking me. And we were both content with the arrangement. I do the grocery shopping and most of the cooking and cleaning up. I was a natural and I look forward to being kissed.

    I'm not saying anything here about that wife of mine, that bitch. She is a bitch, no way out of that one. I'm glad I've moved on and I really don't care if she says she always knew it. I'd rather suck dick than fuck her hairy snatch. More power to the man that puts her in her place, that's all I can say. I never did.

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    # 59789 - by Randy / July 28, 2022
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 38

    Born Straight But Got Bent

    I still love women. I have since puberty. I was born straight and I still feel that way, overall. The awkward thing is, when it comes to raw sexual arousal, something that I thought was impossible has happened to me.

    Somewhere in my 20s, I suddenly thought it would be naughty fun to jack off to gay porn. The images revolted me, and I was unable to even imagine how a penis was supposed to be sexy, but I guess it was a masochistic thing. And I was right, it did turn out to be naughty fun. Way too much fun, because I kept doing it. Even though I was disgusted with myself afterward, every time, and always swore I'd never do it again.

    After a little while, I wasn't just stroking, I was cumming. And I wasn't just looking at naked men while I did it, I was imagining being with them. I still didn't find them attractive, but I guess I liked their dicks well enough to enjoy looking at them, and to kinda want to feel them...in my hand, in my mouth, in my...

    I liked their muscles too. I'm a slender guy with a slender dick (slightly above average length, in case you're getting hot while you read this). At first I just admired and envied the built guys and their magnificent, thick cocks. But after dozens of homoerotic orgasms, enviable had turned into appealing, and was slowly turning into arousing. I knew it, I felt the change in myself. I'd been blind before: now I could see that cocks were really beautiful...and honestly, way sexier than pussy, or even tits. I mean, what says hot sex more than a great big erect cock?

    These new feelings of mine embarrassed me. I would have been mortified to have been caught surfing gay porn, or to have been noticed with a budding softie and a wandering eye in the pool showers. But another part of me was excited to be a cock-loving fag boi.

    There's no going back now, it seems. I've tried. But once you open Pandora's gay desire box, you find that you don't really want to put everything back in.

    I still love women. It's just that sometimes (ok, most of the time), I have to fantasize about men if I want to get hard for a woman, or to cum inside her. But no big deal. It actually lets me control exactly when I cum, so I can pleasure her as long as she wants. If I start to get soft, I just think about guys for a bit. That way, we fuck and enjoy ourselves until she's done, and then I just imagine a young, hung bodybuilder plowing my ass while I suck his brother off, and boom! My cock erupts in seconds.

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    # 59787 - by BornStraightButGotBent / July 28, 2022
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