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!

Planning My Get Even Moment

I was being deposed "Are you a homosexual". I kept my mouth shut.

The question had nothing to do with the issue at hand. A partner in a Panamanian joint venture had cleared out the bank accounts. I was the subject matter witness, being the Controller. At closing the day before the money was there, at 8:05 the next morning it was all gone. Only someone with the THAT bank key could have made the transfers, that pointed to one man.

Answer the question "Are you a homosexual". Character a******nation. In a deposition the same rules as in a trial aren't the same.

Logging a picture in as evidence "Is you kissing this man". Nice word, kissing. "IS THIS A PICTURE OF YOU WITH A MAN'S PENIS IN YOUR MOUTH". Slow, measured voice.

My lawyer sat quietly, tried to have the line of questioning dismissed, but as I said the rules of evidence are different. "Are you a cock sucker" he asked.

For the record I am a homosexual and I am a cock sucker. And I have a preference as to the man. But at the deposition I kept my mouth shut, didn't answer at all.

At the trial that line of questioning in the deposition was dismissed.

Why then was the line of questioned opened? I asked my lawyer. Simple, he said. He wanted to gain the upper hand.

One day, you will see, I know where he hangs out, I will have that jerk's cock in my mouth, and I'm going to bite the son of a bitch.

  • I Was Always The Girlfriend, Always, From Before We Hit Puberty

    My earliest memories about dick were swimming naked with my friend at his house. We were kids, and his mom didn't care if we were naked. He was sitting on the edge of the pool and I was below him, holding on to the side, his legs were open and his dick was right in front of me.

    He took me by surprise, 'imagine if I were a girl and you were looking at a pussy instead of a dick'. I didn't have any sisters but he did, so I really didn't know what he was talking about. But I moved forward and I kissed his dick the way he liked me to and he let me suck on his dick for a few minutes.

    Later when we were in his room he said that some boys prefer to be girls. They like to suck dick, be kissed and be fucked like a girl. I think you are one of those 'girls' because you like to suck dick.

    In time he would fuck me like a 'girl', he was was one of those boys who liked boys like me, boys that sucked his dick, liked to be kissed, and be fucked like a girl. He fucked me because that way I knew he was 'the man of the house was'.

    We went to different colleges, he had always wanted to be a lawyer. I went to a liberal arts college and got a degree in History. I met a lot of guys like me in college, really like me, who wanted to be kissed and liked to suck dick. Unlike them I had someone that kissed me and let me suck his dick. By the time I left college I was steeped in the culture, 'we were girls then' is not an exaggeration.

    For him, for his career, it was necessary that he have a wife and a house. And children. He married a woman he had met in law school. She wasn't much of a woman, she didn't 'walk' like a woman. But she needed to play the game for her career. She had the obligatory boy and girl, but didn't change the diapers. They were both lawyers and they had nanny for the kids. It was my watching her intently when I realized the nanny was the girlfriend and the bell went off.

    I had escaped with my friend to suck his dick, to be kissed and to be fucked like a girl. He told me she was a 'bitch', they had 'agreed' to put up the front. If she had a nanny in the house it was none of his business, and if he fucked his 'girl' friend it was none of her business.

    It is just that none of this could jeopardize their careers. I live in the shadows and the nanny takes care of the children and the house. She and I are very good friends, being 'girls' we get along very well.

    When You Come To Terms With Your Place In The Pecking Order

    Over the years I traveled extensively. Rio, Dallas, NYC, Amsterdam, Cairo, Singapore, you name it. As Product Line Sales Manager my job required me to see clients and close the sales. I went from being forty to being sixty. I was experienced on the road, and I traveled alone. I did not want company.

    The road was my friend, alone in my room I could fantasize. I could parade naked. I could get friendly with a man at the bar. Or just be the man across the street naked in the window. I loved to exhibit myself. It was a passion. If I have to count men, I can't. One day I told myself, who cares. Strangers from airports, or the young clerk at the front desk. Who cares. I got to know the places and neighborhoods where I could go look for company.

    My preference is to bottom, but I am accommodating, and younger men usually bottom to older men. Yes, hard cocks are a must, but a long soft kiss is also necessary. A hot shower with a man, lathering my ass crack, or sucking on his nipples. It was in Caracas, before Venezuela went down hill. I was staying at the hotel for businessmen.

    It was Sunday and I was out at the pool sunbathing. There was a local, a man in his fifties, strutting around in a speedo. His manhood visible, the speedo was thin fabric. What was he trolling for? I watched. I went to the bathroom, the bathroom doubled as a dressing room. The man came in and looking at me he took off the speedo. Standing naked, salt and pepper hair on the chest, his dick beckoning. I walked over. Said hello and asked how his dick was doing. At that moment I reached and took his dick in my hand. I felt like being forward.

    I held his dick while we talked and got closer, well inside our personal space, close enough to smell his breath and want to kiss him. I stood, wanting to go further. He looked at me and asked me where I was from and all that time wasted. He told me he was leaving, he had a lunch he had to go to. I said that was a shame, and I kissed him.

    As I turned to leave he asked me if I had lunch plans, why didn't I go with him. I agreed, and we agreed to meet in the lobby in 20 minutes. He was there, dressed with dark glasses, his Porsche waiting for him. On the drive he told me he was retired military, and we were going to man's country house an hour from the city. He drove aggressively, crazy, testing the car against the streets and potholes. When we arrived he was waved in by the guards at the gate.

    This was a party. A party for men only. Men in shirts and no pants on. Men sitting naked on the sun deck. Men in the pool sucking on a dick. My friend introduced me. A young guy in a tiny thong brought a beer, his buttocks plain to see when he walked away. I got in a conversation with a banker, a man who suffered from good living. He invited me to make myself comfortable, he owned the house and showed me where I could leave my things in a closet. I walked out with nothing but a shirt on, feeling the breeze as I walked back out by the pool.

    Two men in there fifties were in the hot tub kissing. Long kisses, very long kisses. A cabin boy in a thong was on his knees giving a guest a blowjob. Another couple of men where standing naked, each had the other's dick in his hand. I had been invited to a gay men orgy, what was to come still makes me horny. My friend from the pool came over, this time he took my dick in his hand and leaned forward to kiss me. At that party, I was his boyfriend. Fine by me. I like being the boyfriend.

    At some point the music got louder, some men were dancing, others kissing, others were already getting ready to climb on each other. I watched, standing beside my friend. He put his hand on my shoulder, then dropped his hand to pat my butt cheek. We went to sit down and he guided me toward his dick to give him a blowjob. I was hungry and he responded. Out of my sight he flagged a cabin boy, who brought him what I thought was sun lotion. I found myself leaning over and he was rubbing lotion all over my butt crack, before his hard dick went to work and he fucked me out there in front of every one.

    In the military there are only two kinds of men, those that suck dick, and those that fuck you. I knew my place in the pecking order.

  • Being Seduced, And Taken Advantage Of. It Is My Go To Memory.

    I took a job as a night cashier at the Piggly Wiggly. The night manager was Pablo, a mid life Mexican who couldn't speak Spanish. Pablo's life was night work, music, and white boys. Pablo took me to his apartment one morning after work and got naked and invited me into bed with him. He laid it on thick, and I had my first sexual experience. To finish setting me up for him he had sex with me and kept me there to sleep the rest of the morning.

    I Did It

    So I finally let a guy fuck me. I had been curious how it feels for quite a few years now. Won’t say how my curiosity came about

    But I met a guy on an app while I was out of town. After telling my wife good night I messaged the guy to come over

    Bent over on the bed he fucked me. I had him wear a condom since I’m married. He is older then me

    I was surprised how good it felt once the pain went away.

  • I Was The Panty Waist On The Track Team In College

    I was a high school athlete. I ran to keep in shape. My route was five miles a day and it took me through the county park. On one of those runs I stopped at the public restroom for a pee. When I walked in there was what looked like a girl, but when 'she' raised her dress, it was a boy. I stared at him. I lost my desire to pee. Instead I sucked his penis in the stall.

    I felt bad for weeks and weeks. I never said anything to anyone. I never saw that person again. Except in my dreams, which always seemed to end with me masturbating and reliving the blowjob I gave him.

    I went to a college on an athletic scholarship in track. The school had kids from all over the place, not from my town. I liked to shower with the team. To dream of those penises and some of them showing sings of getting hard. I sat on the bench to get dressed and this one guy stood beside me, his penis at eye level. He turned and his penis was a quarter inch from my face, and the urge to kiss it overwhelmed me and I did. I became the token queer on the track team. And I kissed a lot of cock.

    For some reason the guys giving me cock to kiss and suck weren't queers. Not to themselves, or to anyone else on the team. I was the queer because I kissed their cocks and sucked on them to give them a blowjob. At one point, one of the guys on the team thought it a good idea to make me take it up the rear. I held onto the the toilet tank, bent over and he accomplished his intentions with me. After that, I was gay.

    My nickname was Rosie. We were friends, actually. We all said goodbye and good luck when we graduated. I got a couple of mouth kisses from a couple of the guys and the guy who had me for relief, well he gave me a pair of pink panties. At that time panty waist was one of the euphemisms for gays.

    Should I Or Shouldn't I ?

    My wife has a convention for work coming up in a couple weeks. It's a 3 or 4 hour drive she'll be gone Thursday through sunday... I have a huge fantasy to suck dick.... I'll have the time, I have the desire but should I go through with it.......

    Across All These Decades My Collection Of VHS Tapes Keeps Us Young

    When I was in grade school a friend had a black and white magazine which displayed gay sex and gay pictures. We looked at that magazine every time I went over. We would lay on his bed, face down, with the magazine resting on a pillow and turn each page one by one, slowly, run our finger up and down the penis and sometimes pull the magazine towards us and kiss the penis.

    We got erections and it wasn't above us to kiss each other and give long sucks on each other. One day we left the magazine out and his mother found it when she made up his room and the magazine disappeared for ever. Now all we had were our memories, and our erect little peckers. Of the two of us I was his cocksucker and he was my mouth fucker. It wasn't long until we tried anal, but we didn't know about lubricants to facilitate the penetration. All I knew is that I liked it when he got on my back and ran his dick up and down my ass crack and shot his load on my back. I was in love with him, even if it was puppy love at that time.

    Fast forward to college. I was a Biology major and in my microbiology class was a guy who wasn't doing so well. He asked me to tutor him. It was for me a way to make a little extra money. I went to his apartment, he lived alone in a older complex further from campus. The welcoming item was a life sized erect penis in bronze sitting on his nightstand. It was heavy, but detailed and it felt like the real thing in my hand as I held it. He asked me if I was a dick guy, or a pussy guy.

    We didn't do any tutoring, we got down to dick play, and there was lots of it. He was prepared for penetration and I lost my virginity that afternoon in his apartment. Overnight he was my boyfriend. Afternoons at his place, naked on the couch, watching gay porn on the VHS while we masturbated each other. There was never ending oral sex, and never ending making out which always ended in fucking. I was in love again, this time as a young adult, and I spent every moment I could with him.

    He flunked out of second year, mostly in my opinion, he never studied. He left college and left me his collection of VHS tapes to masturbate to. I spent the rest of my college days, until graduation without meeting or participating in any relationship. My boyfriend, was those VHS tapes. And in my dream world, he was making love to me.

    I left college for a job, taking my VHS collection. I worked for an insurance company as a proof reader in their contracts department. One day one of the men there asked me if I was up for a beer after work. We went to this bar that he liked and it became more and more obvious, that this was an underground gay bar. When he asked me to dance, there were already two men dancing. We danced and he insisted on dancing close and he kissed me on the dance floor. I surrendered completely.

    Through him I got to know the gay scene and which places were gay friendly. I was always his boyfriend, I did his laundry and gave myself up to him freely. By then I was well aware of tops and bottoms and Alphas and Betas and assholes and jerks and sissy boys. He liked me as a boyfriend and I moved in with him. It was then after I moved in that I told him about my VHS collection and VHS player. He loved those old movies and we watched them together.

    We live in the city in a house we remodeled. At the center of our bedroom is a cabinet, with an old TV set and the VHA player, and when we need a boost to our ego, we watch an old movie. Those actors are forever young, but we know they are old men now. In our minds, when our egos are boosted, we are young too, memories that never fade.

    I Thought He Was Watching Porn

    In a small town 350 miles from my home I have a regular that I hooked up with while I'm there working.

    Yesterday he invited me over and he let's me borrow his shower if I need to. And for appreciation I climb in his bed between his legs and suck his cock.

    I was really getting into it kissing his thick mushroom head, licking all over it and his balls like he enjoys and wrapping my lips around his shaft and doing what I have become the past few years, a cocksucker or as he says "His Cocksucker "

    A lot of times he lays back and watches porn on his phone as I worship his cock so when I looked up at him and saw him on his phone I thought nothing of it.

    Well today on the gay hookup site I had a message from him and also something else. He had sent photos of me with his cock in my mouth. He was photographing me yesterday and to be honest it turned me on seeing them.

    Well now I wish I didn't have these tattoos that would give me away, because I wouldn't mind having photos or videos on the internet being his cocksucker for others to see

  • This 22 Year Old Kid

    So I mostly bottomed in my teens but by by 20's the high i felt before of being fucked in the outdoors waned.

    So the transition to being a Top began! Turns out i had phimosis and got circumcised. Thats that time around i met on Grindr, a fem fair guy around 18, dropped him on a sex date and he sent me pictures of him being used!

    Next i know i was fingering him on my College terrace and he bled.
    Lost touch until a few months ago when had a place and but i couldn't get turned so inturn i fisted him. And he kinda loved it.
    Now on his 22nd birthday, i proposed the idea of him being fucked by 22 guys. He wants a trial run before it with 7-11 guys, he is very hesitant about the 22 guy idea.

    Although i think i ll lend up being this pretty boys pimp now