In The Closet And Quite Comfortable There

I found this site some time ago and from time to time I came back to read gay confessions. They both turn me on, gay wise, and over time they have helped me understand that I am not alone. Like many, I would think most gay men are in the closet. The media wants to put it out there that everyone is coming out and letting everyone know about their gayness. My experience is that quite a few of us do not appear gay at all, not until we are sucking on a cock or have our backside available.

My gay behavior, or inclination, started when I was quite young. Ten. I sucked the cock of the kid next door who was eight. It was love at first sight. I mean in love with sucking his cock. We were at his house swimming in his back yard and when we went back up to his room to change his cock was hard and I touched it and sucked it. He didn't tell and neither did I. He grew up quite fine, he is a doctor now and probably doesn't remember that day, or maybe he does.

In our town, in those times, being queer or gay was a pretty bad thing. But there were gay men everywhere, I sucked quite a few of them. And a couple of them convinced me that I could make them very happy if I let them fuck me up my back side, which I did. The first one because he convinced me, the second one because I liked it.

I don't think that I have ever had a gay experience with someone who wasn't in the closet. 90% plus are married men. From various walks of life. In my younger days it was always that dirty old man at the bank, in my older days it is always that dirty old man at the bank. Or the pharmacist, or the music minister, or the cop. They all have cocks, and they all need to have their cocks sucked by a man, and I was the man to do it. I don't remember faces, but I remember where and when and cocks. Like that forest ranger in the park.

I am no different, I have a conservative job, I am a good professional. My gay activity is not an every day sore of thing, it is once in a while when I just get the urge and a cock is available. I don't want to live with anyone, or really be seen with them in a one and one situation. I also have tried to not get involved with anyone too close, someone that I know from work or socially. Strangers in the night. 90% cock sucking, 10% fucking. I do like getting fucked, but it has to be the right man.

I come on here to read about it, because I have a second bad habit. I like to masturbate. Always have. And I masturbate to what I read, not what I see or watch. Although watching two grown men kiss does get me hard.

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by Anonymous on May 4, 2021 at 7:31 PM

Funny how you mentioned the music minister. I wound up meeting one such person. Out for a walk one day and we met by happenstance. It didn’t take me long to figure out that he wanted to suck me off as I have Bi tendencies. I am very selective with whom I play but he seemed like fun. Once the conversation started going that way I let him know that I had a fetish for wearing sheer stockings or pantyhose under my guy clothes. We were in a semi public area but in a town where I was safely anonymous. He said show me. So I nervously slipped off my shoe so he could see the stocking. With that he moaned and I suddenly had a tongue in my mouth and two hands feeling me up. Next thing you know I am in his car parked discreetly, my shoes and jeans off and I am being sucked while his hands are feeling and tickling my feet and legs in the tan thigh high stockings. For a guy who played the organ at a church he was really into cock and really into feeling me up and tickling me in my stockings which was making me hornier by the second. My orgasm was so intense that I completely drained my balls into his mouth but he kept on going to the point I couldn’t take it anymore. He is forceful like a top but likes to suck, grope and tickle me. He wants me to think of it like he is eating a pussy and I am the submissive. I’ve been with him on two other occasions. One where I ran into him again in that town. I was only wearing sheer nude knee highs but he said that was good. Once again I was groped, tickled and sucked to completion. On the third occasion we ran into each other on the other side of town. We wound up at the Adult Book Store in a big booth. Me sitting on a stool in sheer tan pantyhose after he basically stripped me, and him on his knees demanding that I sit on my hands so I couldn’t touch myself or masturbate as he ripped open the crotch of the pantyhose, sucked me and tickled my feet till I came. It was so intense and I was shaking after I came and he kept on sucking.
Sorry for the long story but your post triggered that memory and got me all worked up.

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by Anonymous on May 5, 2021 at 7:49 AM

Damn I am so fucking horny now!

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