Were you outed for being gay and didn't want to be? Did you once believe that you were as straight as an arrow, but got seduced to your first dick? Dominant tops, submissive bottoms and all things in between. Whatever it is, it's now time to bring out your gay sexual confessions to the World!

Good Ol' Boy Cock And Pot Lover

I grew up in a city of 100K, but for us it was a small town. My father, a doctor, is a 20 years older than my mother, my mother is a nurse and that's how they met. My father's practice includes hospital and his clinic, and he performs surgery. He is gone twelve hours a day and my mother was left home with the 'kids', four of us in a one, two, three, four situation. My father's social and economic position allowed my mother to have a much higher standard of living. She refers to my father as the 'doctor'. She does not get along with her sister and rest of her family, they are 'w*********h' and 'r******s' and so on. We never had anything to do with them.

One night when I was seventeen I was out with some friends, and we went to this 'party' that was out in a field. A redneck guy grabbed me and two others followed and I was put in my place, my pants down and fucked by all three of them. I went home with a sore asshole and feelings. I graduated from high school and was accepted at a private school and went there. All I wanted was for some guy to make an advance and fuck me. But the circumstances never happened, I comforted myself with my hand and jerked off regularly.

After graduation I got a job working for a farm implement company, in their corporate office. As part of the orientation everyone had to do a cycle through one of the sales outlets. I was sent to a large outlet in the middle of farm country as asst to the office manager. Bubba, the store manager, saw me as fresh on the farm and got me good one afternoon in one of the warehouses. As he put it, I squealed like a pig. On my part it was pure pleasure. I became Bubba's boy toy and I loved every minute of it. Sucking on that cock, bending over, I was as happy as a pig in a poke.

I came back to the home office with a smile on my face and a good recommendation. I got sent back out there, with a permanent position. I sucked Bubba as often as he wanted, and bent over whenever and wherever he wanted. Being that we were in farm country there wasn't any of the gay or pride or queer movement. No, you dropped your pants and Bubba skewered you.

I was thirty three and my mother was worried. All three of my sisters were married and all had kids and I was wasting my time working at that hick store in farm country. I went home for Christmas and one of my sisters introduced me to her sister in law Barbara. Barbara was my first pussy. Barbara was 29 and desperate to get married and six months later we got married. Truth be told for a long time I liked pussy. I liked the attention, and I liked her tits.

But Bubba was calling and I went out one night on my own and met Bubba behind a gas station and got busted for copulation in public with a known felon. I was the one with my pants down holding onto the light pole. They had a picture with Bubba behind me, actually a video, of Bubba giving it to me. I had to plead guilty public indecency, but being that it was with Bubba it was pretty out in the open.

Messing around with a secretary or nurse or a girl from accounting gets you in hot water, a divorce sometimes follows. Getting caught with your pants down in a public area with a known felon, giving you the business gets your divorced with supervised visitations. And run out of town on a rail. A dark spot on the family registry. I did what I could, came out to my family, told them that Bubba was not just good for me, I loved it. The big penalty is that I was run off from the outfit.

I'm moved to another part of the country that is more open to men seeking a night out with Bubba and I work for a dispensary as a manager. Out here is understood, everyone is out. Bubbas of all types flock here for some of the product and to get some young tail with their pants down. I am too old now for those things, I usually entertain at my place. Still, I love Bubba thick cock and having Bubba get behind me.

  • Maintenance Man

    In 2005 my marriage ended and I needed a place to live since my ex wife stayed in the house. I found a cheap apartment above a store in a row of old buildings. There was a restaurant and laundromat also in street level in this block. Some rich guy owned the block of buildings and employed a middleaged guy to maintain and fix anything that went wrong. He was given a free apartment across the hall from me. There were 6 other apartments above these businesses so the maintenance guy also collected rents and dealt with tenants.

    The maintenance guy named Ray was in his late 40's with slicked back longer hair,thick black glasses,tall lean build with sinewy arms. He often had an unlit cigarette behind his ear as was common with blue collar smokers back in the day.

    I had a number of brief chats with him in passing in the first 6 months I lived there and he was friendly in a quiet way. One afternoon I was home and he was fixing some lighting in the hallway. We started chatting and it was getting close to dinner time. I decided to order some pizza and offered him some. He readily accepted and finished the job as I ordered the pizza. The pizza arrived and he invited me to his apartment to have the pizza with some red wine he had. I went into his apartment and we ate the pizza while having a few glasses of wine.

    I got a bit of a buzz and Ray lit up a couple of joints for us to top off the wine. The weed was pretty good and strong and soon I got stoned. We were sitting on his couch and his hand started roaming up my thigh. I was feeling horny and his hand accentuated the feeling. He found my bulge and gently caressed it. My cock was so hard. Ray kept fondling me until his smoky mouth found mine and gave me a soft kiss. I was turned on and surrendered to his advances. He unzipped my pants and stroked my erection. He then led me to his bedroom and all our clothes came off. He sucked my cock deeply in his bed and was not long before he drained my load. He gave an amazing blowjob. I had never sucked a cock but felt compelled to suck him. I took his big cock into my mouth enjoying how it felt between my lips. He did not last long and warned me he was going to cum. I was too far gone to care and hungrily swallowed his load. He and I lay back and shared a regular cigarette. I was surprised how natural and good it all felt like it was meant to happen. We kissed some more and he blew me again. I fell asleep in his bed. The next morning I had to get ready for work and groggily left his apartment.

    We started sleeping together regularly and sexually things went further and further. Ray got me into anal and receiving his big cock in my ass. The more he fucked me the more I loved it. As time went on I felt a softening and increasing need to please Ray. I was now over to his place daily,sleeping over and cooking for him very attentive to him. He asked me to move in and it made sense as I was always over there so I gave up my apartment.

    Ray and I started watching a lot of gay porn and feeling kinkier. On weekends Ray invited an older gay friend over and he would watch Ray and I have sex and join in. Chuck was a heavy set 60 yr old whose fat cock only needed a few sucks from me to spurt in my mouth. I sometimes rode that cock to give him a quick climax. Ray approved me getting Chuck off sexually. The way he framed it was that him and I were lovers and Chuck just needs a sexual release Chuck is gone now and I miss those encounters Ray and I are more conventional these days and live in a suburban home as a couple.

    "Iffy" Start

    Used to be pretty homophobic, unttil my on again-off again girlfriend refused my constant requests to be confined in the expensive rubber bondage-bag, I had bought online, saying short-sightedly "what good is that to me, and MY needs...you need to talk to my elder brother, Stan! He gets off on shit like that! But be warned - he's a nasty sadistic asshole, and you might 'cum' to regret giving him such absolute power and total control over you! He WILL exploit it mercilkessly and probably WAY longer than you think you're okay with..."

    The warning was clear enough, but I was at the mercy of powerful hormones, and let her set up a meeting. He was a bit of a nerd, to me, and not very threatening at face value anyway, so I agreed to let him zip me up in the heavy canvas rubber-lined bag, while still harboring doubts at his giggly attitude.

    "Got you now, loser! I bet Judy warned you too...I'm obsessed with the old idea of "wanking someone to death" although common sense dictates the lesser outcome of "...to insanity"....so, let's get it ON as they say..."

    Cord of some kind went several times round my neck, and was knotted. Same process at my waist, trapping my arms in a loose folded position. My tongue told me there was a fine airtight nylon zipper over my mouth, closed, which left me only two small metal-ringed air-holes at my nose. giving me just enough air to stay conscious.

    The zipper at my crotch came open then, and my V,,,, enhanced package burst out into the open. "Outstanding! And totally vulnerable to my ah, research!" His giggle had a hint of insanity, I thought, but too late, obviously. Warm fingers gripped my shaft, while a thumb began passing heavily over the hyper-sensitive head, which I later learned was often called "polishing" It was diabolically effective, and soon I wasted air gasping "Oh please...oh please..." which drew another giggle. "Please what? Stop? Don't stop? You don't even know do you?" Hours passed, and my future was settled right there and then.

  • What I Really Want

    I've been with a few guys, but because of whatever it might be, I only seem to attract bottoms and femmes. I'm always expected to be the top.

    What really want is to be gently dominated and controlled. I want to be trained to be a free use slut for someone who knows what they're doing, who will teach me to be his perfect toy.

    My First Wet Orgasm

    My father had a friend from his time in the war. They had fought in north Africa. I went with him to see his friend when I was fourteen. We drove from Ohio to Ontario, Canada. And met up with his friend at a cabin by the lake. His friend had a son who was seventeen and we slept in the loft.

    It was a clear night and it was warm so we lay on the sheet on the floor without any covers on. Sometime after our fathers had gone to bed the son crawled over and laid on me. His hand went quickly in my underwear and grabbed my prick in his hand. He held me down as he kissed my face and mouth, always playing with my pecker in his hand. He got closer and rubbed his prick against me.

    Without any warning, he bent around and sucked me and I got completely hard. He had me suck on him, before laying on top of me and inserting himself in my ass. I had my first wet orgasm that night, as he pumped me up there in the loft. We slept apart because it was so warm, and spent the next day in the small rowboat.

    The four days we were there, we had sex after our fathers were in bed. I went home to Ohio more a man than I was when I left with my father. These memories have given me comfort all my life.

  • Hitchhike Surprise

    When I was 18 I was hitchhiking home from college and was picked up by an older guy, about 55. As we drove he asked questions like "Did I have girlfriend?" "Did I ever have intercourse with a girl?" Do I masturbate?" etc. I got an erection. He then started talking about sex stuff he had been involved in and showed some cartoon porn. He said he had been in an adult book store and had been sucked in a gloryhole. He said it felt good and I should try it. I said I would. Then he said, "Would you like me to suck you now?" I was so hard and horny I said yes. He drove to a secluded place and stopped the car. I pulled down my jeans and shorts to reveal a very hard penis. He simply reached over, bench front seats then) and began to suck me. It felt sooo good and it sure wasn't his first time. In about 30 seconds I could feel I was near exploding. He kept sucking and I shot my load into his mouth. He took it all and swallowed. He didn't ask for reciprocation. He just wanted my cum. He gave me a tissue to wipe my penis. I finished and pulled up by shorts and jeans and he drove me back to the highway where he let me off. I never saw him again but began going to adult book stores to be sucked off in gloryholes.

    The "Hard" Way

    I was small and not too strong, growing up, but Ironically was extremely well "endowed" and when this was realized showering after P.E. classes, and with boys that age being obsessed with 'tying-up" games, my fate was inevitable, I guess...summer recess, became a growing miixture of heaven and hell, and I found to my confusion that I actually loved being tied up, and especially IN something, like a gunny-sack or sleeping-bag...eventually this idea struck a chord with one or two of them, and my fate was sealed.... one guy whose step-father was a Hi-Po before he left, knew my single mother was pretty much an alcoholic, and stayed in bed most of the time, found a rolled-up body-bag in their garage, and showed it off to the group. As one they looked at me, with nasty grins, and in no-time flat I was naked and trussed up in the bag, which they then modified with two strategically placed holes, at my mouth, and crotch...one of them was a constant "my older brother says...." and the others willing to try out anything, on a helpless captive...I feigned reluctance, which all bullies like, and my efforts ensured no mercy, as they discovered absolute power and total control for the first time, and realized this was so special they were not going to do without it...so I received my very first proper wank, which was so magic, I knew I would do ANYTHING for more of it...they thought iit was "Cool" then "my brother says" added that having your cock sucked was amazing, and so that was next...greedy b.......s were insatiable, and began to spread the word around, until there were about eight or ten regulars, and I discoverd that 'cum' had a small nutritional value...probably on a par with the junk served at the orphanage, who incidentally gave up on finding me pretty fast, with my upcoming 18th birthday, so no help there...so, as I said before my fate was pretty-well sealed, and led to my obsession with such treatment, in adulthood, which is way more available in the "Gay" community...

    I Actually Did It, Got Heavy With A Man, And Are Into Repeat Hangs

    55, white male, separated but not divorced. Going out to eat alone I started to fantasize with some random stranger that I would kiss him. I sat in a booth, with a backpack by my side and masturbated to completion imagining bottoming for the man I was focusing on. I graduated to watching porn videos, some long, some short which involved a lot of foreplay, kissing and eventual penetration. I ordered a life sized dildo penis and lubricant and did my best to insert it but was unsuccessful. I followed up by researching and determined that I should purchase a set of butt plugs of various sizes to train my anus to receive a life sized penis.

    I had been at my sisters on the other side of town. On the drive home was a Love Connection and I stopped to look for a set of glass butt plugs and more lubricant. Wandering around the store I spotted another man who was in the video section. He noticed me, and he walked over to the isle I was in and let me know that he could do better than a dildo or a plug. He was holding a CD in his hand and invited me over to watch it with him.

    The thought of ending up with HIV or something did cross my mind, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. We went to his place, he had a large TV on the wall and we set the CD on, two men who meet up and start kissing, and putting hands down their pants. The kissing and undressing continued, the cock loving and manhandling, and more kissing which I wanted to watch. When the moment came for the mount. I was focused intently. A long fuck is necessary for me to get past the point of being able to cum.

    I will say that during the video a lot of handling and kissing went on, totally naked we had shared oral temptations, and I was ready for the mount on. We watched on his bed, facing the TV while he managed the penetration ritual. Following the lead on the CD he went slow and got me into a zone I had never been in. Completion was right on que, and he left me still and enjoying the after glow. Far better than any experience with my wife, but then again this time I was the one being fucked.

    We have become fuck buddies and we take turns coming up the CD to watch. We have quite a collection now. For some reason streaming just isn't the same. I may have turned the corner.

    Learning Curve

    In grade 6, back in the late 60's, we were let out of school early because of a power outage so I hopped on my bike, rode home and was accidentally introduced into the world of gay sex. When I arrived, no one else was home yet, or so I thought, so as I was about to head up to my room, I heard a bed kinda squeaking, whispering then load moaning. Stopping halfway up the stairs, I peeked thru the railings and saw my oldest brother Tom and one of his friends Gil on his bed, locked in a sixty nine and so obviously lost in each other while they sucked, that neither of them noticed me. After they had both cum down each others throats, Tom got on his hands and knees with his ass up and a few min later, Gil was balls deep inside him. My cock of course was rock hard and as I stroked myself, I was mesmerized. Gil started off nice and slow at first then was fucking Tom so hard and fast that when he emptied his balls, they both shook in unison and collapsed in bliss. I backed away slowly, headed downstairs then outside and into our garage where I thought of what I had just seen and proceeded to jerk off frantically. From that day on, I quite often thought about how hot and sexy that made me feel but not until I was in my early thirties did I act upon them. One of the guys I worked with for over fifteen years was openly gay and we became good friends. As we worked, I was always checking him out. Rob is roughly the same age as myself, had a home gym where he worked out constantly so he had quite the muscular physique which turned me on a lot. On Fridays, we only worked until noon then shut down. Rob always locked up, armed the security then headed home. One Friday, he locked up then asked me if I wanted to join him at a pub at the end of the complex for a pint and I gladly accepted. I hadn't told him that I was very bi curious but after a few, I couldn't stop thinking about him and let it slip out. He laughed and said he had noticed me checking him out a few times then asked if I would like to get to know him a lot better. Since both of us were in no shape to drive, we headed back to work. Ended up in our bosses office on his couch, locked in a sixty nine. Wasn't long before he emptied his balls and I tasted then swallowed my first load of cum. Took a short breather then Rob sat up, had me straddle him then I lowered onto his thick, almost eight inches of man hood and as I rode him, he stroked me while we kissed passionately then he fucked me senseless. When he spurt deep, I creamed all over his face and chest. We became weekend lovers for over ten years but that eventually ended. Iv"e sucked a few cocks over the years but nothing cums as close to my trysts with Rob.

  • Post War Gay Boys

    I was burdened with too much intelligence for my age. We lived in Sweden. I was moved up from the third grade to the fifth, and then to the seventh grade. I changed schools to this school for g*fted and talented. Sports was chess and math problems. I had a friend, Gustaf, who went there. We made up problems to solve together. Gustaf was over affectionate and I had to put up with all that kissing and hugging. When Gustaf went with us for the weekend he slept with me. We got boners and we played with them, me flicking his boner with my finger before slipping it in my mouth, and Gustaf going for it from the beginning. One night we were both naked under the covers and we were kissing and talking and my father walked in on us.

    I never saw Gustaf again.

    At sixteen I was accepted to university in Massachusetts, and I met a guy there who liked younger guys. He gave me my first anal. I didn't resist, it was a long time coming. He wasn't as affectionate as Gustaf but he let me kiss him, and we slept together. Not officially, I lived in a dorm for g*fted students, who weren't old enough to live in the wild. I know that I was in love with him, and he was too. Although at first it was raw sex, it turned into something special.

    We had to keep our affairs quiet, hidden from everyone. That did not mean that others didn't know, there were quite a few queers or gay guys there. We just didn't go around talking about it. I went on to get my PhD and we had a long term relationship. We were good friends, like brothers, looking after each other. My father wasn't fooled, he was against it.

    But now that we are old and not so young and the boners are a memory, we share a house in retirement. From time to time we share a kiss, but mostly we are just close and care for each other. Time is the enemy of everything. We are left with our books and our memories.