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!

$220,000

Back in 1997, I was 19 and 2nd year in college at the University of Georgia. I met Aaron, who was dad of a guy named Blake who lived in the same dorm. It wasn’t like he was dream guy for me, since he was 50ish years old, but was sort of hipster type – glasses, very short gray hair, dark clothes. Really, by that time in my life I was generally very confident and flirted with any guy who talked to me. And, I was pretty impressed because he seemed really successful (I already knew Blake was from pretty rich family). He was flirting back a bit, but didn’t really think much of that, since some straight guys do that just to show they are cool.
He was divorced for second time and said he had no girlfriend, and asked “What about you? Have boyfriend?” I said not really, not since the summer.

Long story short, we went to hotel room having and had sex that ended with me on all fours on edge of of bed and him f*cking me. It wasn’t like he had biggest dick ever, but really, sex was very good and he was first to f*ck me bare and finish in my ass.

He told me it was first time ever had sex with guy, but that he always wanted try a “sweet gay butt boy”.

we continued seeing once in a while over next year and half. I really don’t think he was gay, or even bi, but that he was burned out on relationships with women and wanted sex. He was very cool guy, and 1 or 2 times a month he’d come to our college town and get hotel.
Other times come get me, and I’d go to his place 2 hours away and stay for weekend, do my studying, go out to dinner, and of course always ended in same way, with his cock up my ass. Eventually he started jerking me off as he f*cked me, and a few times sucked me off.
I’m not really sure if Blake ever found out, and we really weren’t good friends, just happened to live in same dorm for a year.

When I would be at his house in Columbia, South Carolina and went out to dinner we would occasionally run into people he knew and he sort of played it off, calling me his “special young friend” but not really admitting more to them. I think he liked mysterious vibe he was putting out there, and frankly, he had enough money not to care. Although one time an old friend (female) of his was over at his place and having dinner with us and afterward he stood up, pulled his pants tight in front, showing he had erection, and told her “this is what happens when he is here wiggling his butt.” She laughed, and Aaron said how much he couldn’t wait to f*ck me that night.

But, things ran their course and he did find a girlfriend, not sure if he ever married her. Probably not, the way he talked about his first marriages. So, during Xmas season toward end, he came down and got me in Athens and f*cked me and told me what nice “butt boy” I was. In some ways, we did love each other. He was always asking about school, life, etc.
Then, gave me check for $10,000, but it was made out to an investment firm, and gave me business card of guy to talk to open account. Guy told me best thing to do, put it in some funds (I really didn’t understand that stuff) and just look at it once in while, but keep reinvesting interest and profits.

Thankfully I did that and the $10,000 is now worth over $220,000, which I guess I owe to my sweet gay butt.

  • Married Friend

    My next door married neighbor Frank and I have been friends for several years. He is a big stocky man,a plumber with a petite somewhat aloof wife. He is not sexually satisfied in his marriage and confides in me. He knows I am divorced and totally turned to men for sex in my 30's and am 50 now. Our conversations have grown more and more intimate over time. Frank is nearing 60 and unhappy the way things are.

    Just after the past Christmas holidays Frank and I were having another of these open discussions in my living room. His wife was still at her sister's home visiting.
    Frank again lamented about his unsatisfactory marriage. Usually I empathized with him and listened compassionately. We were into the rum and cokes and Frank was really on a long rant. I disliked seeing my friend so wound up. I impulsively interjected and told him I could offer something to help ease his frustration. He looked at me curiously and I continued.

    " You could use a little loving and attention" I told him. Frank looked confused so I made it crystal clear." I would be happy to give you a nice blowjob whenever you need it Frank". His eyes met mine and he looked at me for a long moment." Okay" he mumbled softly. I slowly moved beside Frank. I laid my hand on his thick leg and caressed it. Frank must've been touch deprived because his hand covered mine softly. He stroked my hand as I massaged his leg. He surprised me by leaning over and kissing my lips. I thought to myself Frank really needs some attention more than I ever realized. Maybe he and his wife never kiss anymore either. His kiss gave me permission to really explore how deep his needs were. It also turned me on. I kissed his mouth slowly and sensually. He got excited and the kissing became wild and frenetic. We ended up in my bedroom our clothes strewn on the floor. I sucked his fat sexy cock and told him huskies to fuck the shit out of me. I quickly lubed up and Frank mounted me from behind grunting and groaning like an animal. His cock went deep inside of me in and out over and over as I urged him on." Fuck me Frank don't stop" I cried. Frank lasted maybe 10 minutes then I felt his big body start to tremble. He cried out" I am gonna cum" then he made a few even deeper thrusts in me and he was done. He held me that way for a few minutes as his cock softened. Finally he pulled out and Kay back. His cum was leaking out of me and I felt a deep satisfaction. He looked at me warmly as I lay on my back beside him. I gently stroked his big hairy chest as we looked into each other's eyes. I could tell neither of us regretted this one bit. Frank slept in my bed and I cooked breakfast for him in the morning. He stayed over and after another evening if making out he fucked me again. This time it was slower more attentive and affectionate. He was on top of me and my long legs wrapped around him. He lasted much longer and finally a few final thrusts came inside me again.

    His wife came home a couple days later. Frank no longer complains about his marriage. He comes over and we fool around and have sex. He is a happier man now and so am I.

    Addicted To Cum

    I was 6 sucking my thumb and my friend of same became annoyed with it and asked me to suck his dick. So I did, we both liked it. But soon his older teen bro caught us and demanded i sucked him. His dick was much larger and he loved how I felt it and licked it. Eventually, he introduced me to his friend, and I sucked him too. By this time, I learned to swallow and it seemed normal. I never told anyone.

  • Seduced Again

    It was 2020 and things had shut down. I was working remotely now and of course like many folks, feeling bored and restricted. As a man I had turned 40 and dating women meant doing zoom calls and meeting virtually. My last girlfriend had dumped me just before everything changed.

    I always liked nature walks and I started doing hikes from my apartment along the lakeshore using a trail lined by trees. I would walk for an hour or 2 then rest,have a packed lunch,relax then return home. My work hours were in the weekday evenings so I hiked and did errands in the day.

    There was a slim older guy fiftyish who lived in my building who was often out and about walking the trail as well. A female neighbor had pointed him out to me one day and told me he was a cleaner in a bathhouse who worked in the evenings as well. She smirked and said " He swings a certain way if you know what I mean". I had never talked to him but I noticed that when he saw me his glance lingered,a quick smile then he moved on.

    It was a warm spring day and I was well on the trail. I found a great spot by the water and sat on a bleached white tree lying on the beach. I took out a sandwich.

    I could see no one else around and looked out at the water. A few minutes later I heard someone walking towards me. It was that middle aged slim bathhouse guy. He was wearing cut off shorts and a t shirt. He came up to me and started chatting about the weather,the view etc. He was glancing at me with lingering looks. I had shorts and T shirt on as well. He surveyed my crotch with interest. It made me uncomfortable at first but gradually I felt his attention on me somewhat arousing. He told me I looked like a guy who was at his bathhouse before things shut down. He asked me if I ever went there. I shook my head and he asked me if I would ever like to go. He could get me in free. I did not know what to say but his offer made me curious. He sensed an opening and moved closer to me. He asked me if I was lonely. I nodded and his hand reached out smoothly and softly groping my bulge. I stood there letting his hand take over. He soon had my shorts and underwear down and slowly caressed my erection. It felt so erotic. He played with me then slipped to his knees. His wet mouth expertly took my cock in. It was such a fantastic blowjob I could not last long. He sucked me deep and steady and I could sense my climax building. I warned him I was going to cum and he just kept sucking until I filled his mouth. He swallowed it to the last drop. He stood up and pulled his shorts and underwear down.His cut cock sprang up. It looked sexy to me all of a sudden. He guided my hand to it and I fondled him. He asked me to masturbate him and I started milking that cock. He looked at me intensely then told me to kiss him as I jerked him off. I kissed him and inside my mind I felt he was seducing me into more than I bargained for. He kissed me back hard and I kept jerking him.His lips and tongue explored my mouth as he shot his spunk over the sand. He talked softly after for awhile then he departed.

    A couple days later I saw him just outside our apartment building. He took me by the hand to his apartment. There he undressed me and sucked my cock in his bedroom. He then had me suck his cock which excited me. I swallowed my first load of cum ever. The days started blurring together as I saw him more and more. We were fucking now taking turns blowing our loads in each other. Sometimes we had sex outside but usually at his place. He is my lover now and I get in free to the bathhouse due to him. I get a room and watch other men have sex. I wait for him and in his break he fucks me on the bed as other men watch and jerk off. He loves to show me off that I am his slut now.

    The Widower

    My divorce was finalized just as the pandemic started. Gave me lots of time to reflect on what happened in my marriage. My ex wife was very impulsive and attention seeking. She ended up attracting her married boss and getting into an affair with him. I found out and had enough as it was not the first affair. She moved out and because we had another property I could keep this house for myself while she kept that one to live in which is in another town. That is how we split things.

    Len my older neighbor really was there for me offering support. I was there for him a few years earlier when his wife passed away from cancer. He was definitely a shoulder to lean on.

    I found myself over at Len's house more and more as our friendship grew ever closer. He is a former steelworker and is often in his workshop at the back of his house making metal decoration and ornate metal gates. We started having meals together as it felt less lonely and we enjoyed each other's company. Weekends we spent going for drives,movies,bowling and darts and whatever tickled our fancy.

    A couple years ago it was his 68th birthday. I had given him a new drill that he wanted and was over at his place having drinks. He did not want to go out that day so the plan was just to watch the ball game with him. Len is a big guy with big shoulders and well over 200 lbs. We were a little tipsy and he was standing behind me when I bumped on the coffee table and lost my balance. I am of slim build and felt myself falling backwards. Somehow Len reacted quickly and his strong arms caught me. My body was leaning against his and he said "Gotcha". There was a long moment as I felt his arms wrapped around me and his body real close. He made a joke about me falling for him. Then I could feel his hands gently pulling me tight to him. I could feel his bulge harden. It was erotic in a way I never expected. He turned me around gently and kissed me. This unleashed a lot of pent up desires and feelings that likely were building between us. I kissed him back hungrily and we made out. We ended up in bed and got undressed. Len explored me first with his mouth and hands ending up with my hard cock in his mouth. He sucked me to orgasm then I returned the favor enjoying how his big cock felt in my mouth. I sucked the cum right out of him. I spent the night and from this point on we became lovers. These days Len prefers me to suck him hard then he enters my ass and fucks me on my back as I pull my man close feeling his manliness as he pumps inside of me until he shoots his load. Intercourse is what we both need now to feel our love and complete our lovemaking. He teases me that I am made for him only him. I think he is right.

  • I Have So Many Good Memories, Here A Few To Share With You

    I will confess that as a kid in school I traded oral sex with a school employee. His name was Ramon and he was a kisser and hugger and liked to have his cock kissed and played with. He played with my cock, and kissed it and he helped me achieve my first wet orgasm.

    Maybe because it was Ramon that I have had a fixation of Latin men. Gruff men, with a desire to kiss me, men who liked to have their cocks played with and kissed, men who liked to spend time together. Long truck trips, in the back of a moving van, in the equipment closet.

    I had a job working for a bookkeeping firm and the closest restaurant was El Pueblito. I went there for lunch and I made friend with Carlos, the lunch shift supervisor. He loved for me to kiss and play with his cock, and sometimes he wanted to get it in me. I learned from him how to get in position, and let him work me from behind. It was extremely satisfying and I was disappointed if that's not how the lunchtime sex went with him.

    I am much older now and I have a friend Simon, he's a retired County Sheriff and he likes having his cock sucked. I always want to please him, show him he is the focus of my attention. For me a job well done is when I extract his nectar but if he is in the mood, which he sometimes is, I am happy to let him work me over. I still enjoy it. Every kiss, being held closely, his smell and his sweat, his breath on me, when he pushes against me and I open up for him. It's the anticipation, the build up. And the time spent afterwards.

    All I can say is that it's been fifty years since Ramon first kissed me, and I still think of Ramon daily.

    Just Needed A Little 'therapy' To Get Better

    Following a long hospital stay from a head injury from an auto accident I returned home for recovery and personal and occupational therapy. I was dependent, financially completely, physically mostly.

    After months of therapy I could walk with a walker, hold a spoon, brush my hair and teeth. I suppose that when you can use the bathroom on your own you feel you have recovered. My social life cratered, other than my mom and sister.

    My sister tried to incorporate me with her friends, but she's ten years younger. I was walking without a walker, but needed to lean in her. We were at a mall restaurant and a friend of her walked by with her older brother. One thing and another and I'm laying over a sofa and I'm getting my lights lit.

    I couldn't drive so anywhere I went with him he's driving. Parties, blowjobs, taking his time over me. Indiscretions, rumors, things got back to my sister.

    I'm doing a lot better, I'm back in my place. Insurance paid the rent while I was unable to work. My sister kept it all from my mother.

    A Slow Burn

    Until age 40 I mostly had sex with women,was married and then divorced at 33,and had occasional gay encounters usually anonymous ones. Considered myself bisexual with some gay leanings. I was attracted to older gay men primarily in terms of the gay desires but had only experienced oral giving and receiving and kissing.

    When I turned 40 I noticed men more and more and women less. Started watching gay porn primarily no longer straight stuff. Went to gay bars here and there and utilized gay online apps. Had several gay affairs in which I explored my sexuality further including intercourse mainly receiving. I enjoyed them but not fully ready for a gay life. However I became aware I was now more gay than bi.

    During the first part of Covid I never saw anyone for sex. The deeper desires were growing incrementally and I pictured myself loving a man more and more. For about 3 years I was celibate I guess preparing myself for a future chapter.

    Then 2 years ago I went to a cafe one Sunday afternoon to have a coffee. There was one table that had an available chair with an older heavier man sitting there. The other 8 tables outside were all occupied. He saw me and waved me over. John was around 60 at the time very jovial and welcoming. He was chubbier than the men I was used to but I liked his look and personality. I was 50 and felt much like the younger man and we hit it off immediately. I ended up going home with him and into his bed. After I sucked his lovely cock he wanted to make love to me and I let him enjoying his heavier body on top of mine until he came inside me. We quickly became steady lovers and I began sleeping over a lot. I must've berm ready to meet the right person because we now live together as a couple. The next chapter has begun.

    My First BBC Today!!

    I'm a happy married Caucasian man, only my wife knows about my bisexual tendencies.

    Today I by chance got propositioned by a big black guy, one of my biggest fantasies since I was out enough to think about sex.

    He gave me his number this morning and asked me to text him, I did around 4pm after trying to resist.

    We exchanged body and cock pics, I'm around 7 inches and pretty thick, he was easy 8 inches and thicker.

    Nervously I agreed to meet him. I drove around to his apartment flat, a bit of a rough area so the nerves grew. I approached the door and wasn't sure what to do, but he saw me and opened up.

    He walked me straight to his bedroom and said get on your knees now in a firm voice, this sent electric signals thru my body, I did as he said and sucked his flaccid cock till it was it's full 8 inches, it was so big I choked over and over on it, which he loved. After a while he pulled me up and turned me around, lubed up his amazing cock and pushed it in me, I immediately pushed back until all his 8+ inches were in me, then he began to pound, the sex didn't last long, I was glad to see he came up inside me very quickly and told me it was because I'm so hot. I didn't tell him I'd squirted everywhere the instant he entered!

    We plan to meet up Monday, where he says I'm getting it, bigger, harder and possibly with his mate.

    I can't wait!!

  • Wife Turns Me Gay

    My wife was a bitch, never in the mood for sex, always criticizing me, always complaining that she was the better parent.

    I went out for drinks with my team from work one Friday. Our intern and I hit it off and ended up chatting after the rest of the team had gone home. (Most of my colleagues are like me, suburban dads, so staying out past 7:30 qualifies as a late night.)

    Jarrod was a junior at Cal Berkeley, my alma mater, which is why we had so much to talk about. Somehow he picked up on my unhappy marriage. We took a walk after leaving the bar and he just asked me, "If you're unhappy, why do you stay?" He put his arm around me. It was the first time I'd really been touched in years.

    As I was unloading about my wife, and about the pressures of raising three kids, he truly listen. I felt heard, again for the first time in years.

    To be fair to him and not keep the conversation centered entirely on me, I asked if there was someone in his life. I was surprised when he told me he is gay. He seemed so masculine and confident...quite the opposite of my stereotype of a gay man. His first boyfriend, actually a professor at Cal (not his own professor, nothing shady) had been cheating on him with a freshman. This had really damaged him. They broke up.

    Then, he surprised me. He just turned his head toward mine and kissed me on the lips.

    I hadn't done anything gay since high school. Whether because of my unhappy marriage or some unexplored desire, his kiss felt like a jolt of electricity. Pretty soon we were making out like teenagers, on the park bench where we'd stopped. (Well, I guess he was practically a teenager...22, as it happened.)

    Jarrod invited me to his small apartment. I called my wife and told her I'd crash at a colleague's place who lived close to the bar. She hardly seemed to care.

    Jarrod, like any eager young person, wanted to get sexual right away. He was on his back, legs hooked on my shoulders, begging me to penetrate him with my "daddy cock". We were kissing deeply.

    Something snapped in me and I just started bawling.

    I laid down next Jarrod and he held me. "She really did a number on you, didn't she?" Here was a college student who actually understood. "Yeah, just like your professor, I bet."

    We fell asleep like that.

    In the middle of the night we both happened to wake up. My apprehensions gone, I fucked Jarrod. Hard. Long. Deep. Multiple times. Nutting inside him.

    It was so different. My wife hadn't put out in 6 months. When she did, she would just lay there. She never bothered getting birth control so she always made me pull out, and she'd start nagging just as it was getting good for me and several minutes before I was ready to nut. I'd inevitably finish by jerking myself off.

    Here was a college student who took dick more eagerly than my wife! I asked him if he liked men twice his age, like me, or presumably, his professor-ex.

    He said, "Yes, daddy" as he sat down on my dick. Minutes later, he shot his 6th load of the night all over my chest as I shot my 4th deep inside him.

    I never returned home to my wife. I took the next day off, saw a lawyer, and started the divorce process.

    Since my wife always complained about my parenting, I proposed she have full custody. She'd successfully turned them against me anyway, so it was not a big loss for me. I figured Jarred and I could adopt someday if we wanted to.

    Two years later, he and I are married, he has graduated, and he has earned a permanent position at the company...and in my heart.