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?

Lifetime Curious

Since I was about 19 and was at a adult cinema I was in the gents taking a piss when the chap next to me stood back a bit and showed me his hard dick as he stroked it. I was hard and stroking my own in a second and staring directly at his. He nodded at a stall and we went into it where he sat on the seat and swallowed my cock. I gasped and knew I was going to blow my load quick when he said to come on his chest and he pulled up his jumper and took my spurts on his smooth shaved chest. He had his out and was stroking it and asked if I wanted to suck it. I was afraid to be a fag so I didn't suck it but I rubbed it and made it come on my hand and wrist and I did taste some as he smiled and said next time I should go to his and we could have some real fun. Saw that fellow a few more times over the next couple of years and sucked each other off then he got another fellow to suck my ball sack whilst the first one sucked my dick. that was great and I comed really hard and fast. Didn't do any more man sex for years and years but the wife is not so keen for sexing anymore and I'm still looking for a thrill so maybe will go see an adult film in the next town.

  • Always From The Very Beggining It's Part Of My Nature

    Early growing up I sucked my neighbor's penis. He insisted and I did it. When I pulled off, this was all before either one of us had wet orgasms, he would always ask me how I could do that. I always answered the same way, I didn't know but I liked it, I liked sucking his penis, the softness of the skin, how hard it was like a finger but without a bone in it, the saltiness of what I didn't know them was precum and how when he got to a point he fucked my mouth holding my head. I liked it, what more is there to say.

    We were older when we started ejaculating and I liked it when he did. I liked the taste of his cum, the consistency in my mouth and the feeling that went over me when I succeeded in gettting him to cum. As we got older we did different things, by then we knew about anal sex and when he did it he made sure I understood that I was was the one that was gay, not him. He only did it because I liked it. I liked it, but so did he. He liked having me suck him and he liked getting on my back and penetrating as deep as he could until he came. And I liked him cumming, knowing that he came made me feel good.

    We were older and driving and we went to this coffee shop after school. There were friends there and he told me to go get him a coffee. I didn't go fast enough and he raised his voice at me and told me to get him his coffee. Bringing his coffee to him and him looking at me like he did made me feel good inside and that afternoon after we went back to his house I sucked him until he came and I looked up at him and told him I loved him. He answered heavily as to why I would say something like that, as if he was gay. He wasn't gay, I was. And he showed me and he fucked me making me hold myself up on all fours. It only made me love him that much more.

    But for all this, all of it was puppy love. For all the pleasure that I got ouf of sucking him, letting him fuck me, we grew up and went our own ways. He of course is gay and went into law enforcement with other gay men like him, tough macho cops who like having their cocks sucked. I went into teaching and got a degree in art appreciation and taught high school. My favorite students were always girls and starting some ten years later I took students with me on tours to museums in New York and Washington and then on to Europe. Always girls, only girls. Us girls got along, I had no desire to have to deal with testostore and boys.

    On one trip, the summer of 2017, we were going to London, Paris and Amsterdam I sat beside a man who was on business. The flight is long and we talked quite a bit and found out we would be at the same hotel in Amsterdam before I had to leave for Paris with my students. I gave them the night off, to wonder around close to the hotel and I met this man in the bar and then followed him to his room. He was well equipped as far as men go and knew how to use it. I showed him I knew how to please a man and came prepared, as I always do when I travel, for some nighttime rumba and that night I was more than excited. He was one of those men that insists on telling you what to do so I obeyed him, did everything his way. He was a man of experience and I showed him I could take it. And I did. I took it. And I enjoyed it. I slunk back to my room.

    There ware some things that you are born with, and to me it is pleasing a man. Letting him know that I am there to please him. You are there to please, you are born to please, its as much a part of you as being tall or short, or having brown hair. Please a man, and you will get along. But always remember, we are there to please, it's in our makeup and that's what's going to make you feel good. I am gay, if that is what it's all about. I was born this way.

    Unexpectedly Broadened Horizons

    It started as a kinky lark when I was 22. I'd always been straight and I had zero sexual attraction to men. Honestly. Back then, I couldn't even imagine how a woman or a gay man could see a penis as sexy. To me, they all just looked goofy (when soft) or gross (when hard). As for the male physique, I admired and envied beefy muscles (me having a slender, more feminine figure), but they never made me feel anything sexual.

    Then one empty evening when I was 22 and horny, I couldn't shake a naughty idea. I went down to the laundry room, made sure no one was around, and reached behind one of the driers. Earlier that day, I'd noticed that some girl had dropped her super hot, red, lacy panties back there. I could have put them on the shelf where she'd find them, but selfishly, I'd left it where they were. Now I was following through. I picked them up, stuffed them in my pocket, and went back to my apartment.

    I got so turned on slipping them up my legs and over my dick, but I was terrified too. I was physically shaking. My dick didn't stay inside the panties for long; once it was hard, it stuck way up out of the top. Still, I pulled up my pants and walked around the building, and then the neighborhood, with my privates secretly adorned like a lovely pussy. After a while, my erection subsided and I rolled my softie into the panties, my precum soaking through their scant fabric.

    I repeated my escapade half a dozen times over the next few months, but in the end I lost interest and returned the panties to the laundry room. Cross-dressing wasn't quite for me, thrilling as it had been. No, cross-dressing wasn't the kinky lark I was referring to in my first sentence. But it was a stepping stone. The kinky lark was worse: gay masturbation. By that I mean stroking myself to orgasm while looking at naked men and imagining us fucking.

    I wasn't kidding, though, when I said that men didn't turn me on. Nonetheless, some time after the panty episode(s), I found myself suddenly and strangely aroused by the ridiculous thought of somehow being turned gay. I got ahold of some erotic stories about that happening to straight guys like me (usually by hypnosis or curses), and I jerked off to them furiously. Everyone knew you were born straight or gay and that was that, so this silly masochistic fantasy seemed harmless enough.

    I told myself the same thing after I'd role played the fantasy by forcing myself to cum to gay porn, especially after the third time, which was when I first managed to reach orgasm without cheating and thinking of a woman. Sure, I was climaxing while ogling and having graphic sexual fantasies about naked men, but because I wasn't gay before, I couldn't be gay now. And even if I was maybe actually a little bit gay, or somehow turning that way, well that would be absolutely mortifying but also incredibly fucking hot.

    Years went by, and my choice to go gay rather than straight for masturbation went from rare to common to typical. Along the way, I realized that I was changing. It seemed like every gay orgasm left me (a) ashamed and (b) more desirous of cock and muscle. I noticed that I no longer found penises silly or gross. When soft, they could be beautiful, and when hard, magnificent. And it was pointless to deny the shameless declarations of my own dick, which now shot up at warp speed if I let my eyes and my thoughts linger on the tempting sights in the locker room showers.

    Yeah, I knew what was happening to me, and I kept choosing to go further. I was embarrassed, ashamed, but just too damn aroused by the whole thing.

    I'm not really gay, not in a romantic sense. I still love women, and they still turn me on. It's just that male bodies turn me on more, most days of the year. I think of myself as straight, which you'll probably laugh at, and probably ought to, seeing as I pick dicks over chicks 95% of the time.

    Of course I've tried getting away from my gay proclivities, letting them fade, and sometimes they do. But at some point I see a gorgeous guy with a gorgeous dick, and the fact remains that I now think he's lovely and I want to spill my seed for him instead of Gal Godot. I've even started enjoying a butt plug I picked up, and a few items of sexy lingerie (the red thong is my favorite). I can feel that I've got a bit of a sissy in me. I still find it hard to admit, but there are days when I'd absolutely love to have the right guy take me to bed, let me lick his pecs and suck his cock for a while, and then cum in my ass.

  • I Want To Say That Now I Can Enjoy My Desire

    Excuse the hesitancy in telling this confession. I confess that when I was a young man I agreed to sit in a car with a man who played with my penis. I went back to the same street to see if he came again but I never saw him again. Later when I was a music student in the conservatory a teacher played with my penis and I liked it very much. He let me touch and kiss his penis which I liked very much.

    After I became a teacher myself I felt deep desires to touch the penis of some of my students. The rules were very strict and I had to control my desires. One of my fellow teachers in my school liked to touch and kiss with me. We became very close and I behaved like the woman and he behaved like the man. I liked that very much. It was the only way not to think of my students.

    One day I was called to my director who informed me I was no longer needed because I was not fit for the school. I heard that my friend was also dismissed. This was heart breaking for me as I loved to teach my students. I learned my lesson and kept my desires secret. I had to take a job in a shoe department of a store for men. It is only now that I no longer live in my country that I can find pleasure for my desire.

    My Desires

    I am a older guy that began sucking mens cocks over 33 years ago. I do not know how many either. May be close to 200 too. Had a few guys i sucked many times. One guy i sucked his cock for 3 years 2 to 3 times a week and love d.every second his penis was in my mouth . I for last 5 years want to start wearing womens underwear and some close and then go out to find guy to enjoy sex with. Also desire a guy or to to enjoy being used for anal sex.regularly.
    This is my confession to all ame is Brian live in San Antonio North.

  • Psychic Wife

    "Husband. You make me wet. I want nothing more than that."

    My Crossdresser Side...

    I told ya'll before, I have interest in crossdressing. Not, like, dress myself as a girl and go out like that, but I secretly do it. Sometimes, I get my sister's lingerie, her dress or skirt, lipstick, earrings, and make myself up. Because of my body, I don't look like a girl, and to be honest, I don't want to be one. But just the feeling of doing something that wrong, like dress myself up as a girl and walk around my house like that is so exciting. My family doesn't know about that side of me.
    I don't know what happens, I just like the feeling of using panties. Sometimes, when I'm all alone, I go to my sister's room and get lingerie, put panties, bra, and look myself at the mirror. If I were skinny, I would probably look beautiful, but it is still amazing. after that, I masturbate with her panties, but not like that, I don't get her panties, jack off and cum into them, I use them put them to the side and start rubbing my dick. Last year, I couldn't even bare two minutes using her lingerie and jacking off while fondling my nipples, it was just delicious. Things like that make me even confused, because the thinking of skinny mans crossdressing kinda turns me on.

    I still want to crossdress, but I'm thinking about living alone to do it. I'll make a confession about it later.

    I'm Straight But I Just Got Off To A Fantasy Of A Gay Friend

    I'm straight and I've had a very close gay friend Ryan for about 3 years now. We are both in our mid 20s and met at an MBA program in a small school in New England.

    We both know everything about each other including sexual histories. As an undergraduate I went though a bondage phase. I submitted to an much older woman Tracy. She was the best sex I ever had. Still hook up now and then even though she is now 50, usually after I go through a break up.

    Ryan always teases me with how much better he is at bondage. He brags that he has better rope skills, restraints, toys, furniture, etc.... than Tracy. Also how much better a dick would feel over a strap on and that he could make me cum without touching my dick. I always tease him back by leading him on and then acting naive. It's been an ongoing joke almost since we became friends. That said I'm pretty sure he would take me up on it if I gave him the opportunity.

    This morning I was beating off and the image of him fucking me while I was cuffed to his "fuck bench" came into my head. I got off so hard it shocked me. Never found a man attractive and definitely never got off to one. I'm so confused and not sure what to do. I just had to tell someone so I Googled confession and found this site. Any advice is very much appreciated.

    2nd In A Week

    This past Thursday received a text 11:30 truck with a picture of the guys cock I sucked on the previous Thursday. I sent a lips emoji. 11: 28 pulled up behind the guys crewcab pickup in the driveway. Got out went to the back passenger side door and opened it. He's sitting facing me with one leg on the seat and the other in the floorboard with his pants off. I sit against his leg and first thing thing out of my mouth is fuck yeah. He's holding his balls and the base of his dick bouncing it. I lean over and kiss and lick his thigh. He has his fingers on the back of my neck and back. He moves his hand off his cock to my shoulder. I grab the head of his dick and run my tongue around his balls. Sucking and flicking his fresh shaven nuts. My nose rubbing the side and hard vein of his dick. He's moaning saying how hot my mouth is. Tell him I love the taste of his salty balls. I'm stroking his curved cock. Telling him how hard his dick is and I need it in my mouth. I slide my tongue up the vein under is cock till ii can feel the rim then slide my lips over and take him down to his balls. Working my tongue on the base of his cock then tightening my lips as I slide up to the rim and back down. I've got his dick all wet and super hard. He starts humping up into my mouth then holds my head and face fucks me. After a few minutes he stops and asks me to sit up and pull my pants off. I do then he starts jacking my already leaking cock head. After a few minutes I cum on my shirt. He says sorry he can't cum but my mouth felt great. I say I'm ok to just get a taste. I pull my pants up and get out go to my truck and drive away. Hoping to get a text next week.

  • Becoming A Sissy

    After having issues when I was younger, I left for California, at the age of 18 I thought I knew everything, I only had 1parent that really didn’t care. I quickly found myself homeless, and not knowing much.

    Hanging out with other homeless people, this older guy, we will call him Jeff, he took me under his wing, showing me where to find food, where to bathe, Jeff and I was hanging out one day and this old man drove by, in a red truck with a matching topper, Jeff told me never go to work for that guy.

    I asked him why but he just said don’t do it. As the days, weeks go by, life got harder and harder, I was by myself and the guy in the red truck rolled up, this time he stopped, motion for me to come over so I did.

    He asked me if I would be interested in working for him for a few days, maybe a few weeks, he said he has a place in the country, very private, and he needs some help, he told me I could drink beer, I could have hot showers and good food. He said he would even buy me some new clothes.

    I was at the end of my rope. I just couldn’t stand the way my life was. I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I agreed, he told me to jump in the back, he said there’s some beer back there in the cooler and to help myself.

    I jumped in, he started driving, I also started drinking that ice cold beer. We drove for what seemed like an hour or more, he stopped and told me to get out and open the gate, then close it after he drives through. As I jumped back in we drove on the dirt road that lead to his house.

    His house had a circular drive with a fire burning in the middle, he parked and we got out. We walked to to the porch where 3 chairs and two door stools were, we sat there, as he sat down the cooler he had in the front of his truck. He told me to grab a beer from it and hand him one. We drank a little then he told me there’s an outdoor shower on the side and for me to go shower he said he would get me a towel.

    I went to shower, and I found all the soap and shampoo, in the shower. God that warm shower felt good. When I got finished I pulled the plastic covering back to see a towel but my clothes were missing, I dryer off then returned to the porch where he was. I asked him about my clothes and he said I’ll get you some new. Those were ruined. Get me another beer, I didn’t question him I just did as told.

    We sat there talking and drinking for hours, from time to time he would stand up pull his dick out and piss off the porch. I did too.

    It started getting late, and we went inside, he sat in his chair, I sat on the couch, I was tired and drunk, so I layed down and passed out. I don’t know how long I was sleeping, but I was awaken to his dick in my mouth, when I woke, he said good your awake, he said sit up right so you can get it good.

    I sat up on the couch as we went to work on me. He was holding my head pushing it futher on his cock as he let out moans of pleasure, he was telling me how good I was, and how he appreciated it. He told me real men like having there balls played with. I brought my hand up grabbed his balls and played with them. He pumped and pulled my head in. I just let him have his way with me.
    Finley he pulled his cock out. Grabbed a fist full of my hair held me with in inches and he started jacking it. He let out a loud groan as he shot his lad all over my face, just covering me, it was dripping off my chin, it was everywhere.

    After it was over, he told me to go clean up then come to bed. I followed him down the hall , I went into the rest room washed up, then went to his bedroom. I got into bed, and was told I have to sleep with my back to him. So I did. I wax awaken a few time during the night with him playing with my ass.

    The next morning I was awaken up to him pushing on my back, he said ok I’m ready for my morning blowjob. I didn’t say a word, I just rolled over and started sucking him off. I sucked and sucked. Playing with his huge sagging balls. It seemed like 20 minutes, he Finley he’d my head down and shot his load in my mouth. He held me down and I had no choice, I swallowed his load, he released my head and told me to lick all of his cum. I did as told.

    Me still not having any clothes, he told me to go make breakfast. I did. He came into the kitchen as i served him, he was nude, he say and ate. Then I was allowed to eat the leftovers. He got up and told me to follow, he sat in his chair, and he made me sat n a foot stool. To pull it up right between his legs. He started telling me all the rules of the house. He said I’m the cocksucker, and I would be treated as such, and helps the sir. I answered him with yes sir. He was humiliating me. Telling me he gets his cocked sucked off any time he wants it. My cock was super rock hard.

    He noticed my cock, and he started laughing, and he said your just living this aren’t you cocksucker? I said yes sir. Then I asked if I could jack off. He laughed some more and said no. He told me, tonight he’s having a couple of friends over and for me to get the house in order, as I started cleaning, he told me to go into the spare bedroom, and pick myself some clothes. He went with me.

    When I opened the door. I was shocked. There were all sorts of womens clothes everywhere in that room. There were French maid uniforms, plaid skirts, panties, stockings, high heels, bras, fake boobs, wigs. He told me to go shave my legs, then come back and start trying on these items, he said for me to model them so he could pick out the ones that looked the best.

    I must admit, trying on these items was a huge turn on. My dick was dripping. I would model several different items, told to make different poses, as he took pictures of me. We rather, he decided I looked best in some pink panties, pink stockings with black pumps, and a matching black bra, with these huge fake tits.
    I asked him again if I could jack off. He Finley agreed to let me. But I had to suck him off again but this time he wanted a video of me doing it dressed up as I was.

    I swear you guys, with those nylon panties, tight stockings, and my huge fake tits getting in the way, I would have agreed to anything, he remembered lipstick, so he gave me some pink lipgloss, he started videotaping, as I got to my knees right in front of his cock. I licked it, then looked up begging for permission to suck it. I kissed it, calling him mr.sir, may I please suck your cock. I was haming it up for the video. I started begging for his cock. During this process he asked me if I wanted to be a total woman, then f corse I said yes. And begged for him to make me one.

    I started sucking his cock like a mad person. He was filming from this side then that side. I’m not sure who was having the most fun. He Finley shot his load some in my mouth some on my face. I licked it up with my tongue, again for the camera.

    When it was over he allowed me to jack off. He filmed me doing that too. I ate my own cum for the camera….

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