Adult Confessions

Over 75,650 Adult Confessions Shared!

Avatar
Gender: Not specified
Age: Not specified
Relationship Status : Not specified
Profile Visits :
Number of Comments : 1
Number of Confessions : 1

's Favorite Confessions:

- Gay Stories -
Bi-Sexual Male / 50

Therapy

When I was 15 my best friend and I began swapping blowjobs. We both liked girls but decided to try sucking each other off after watching porn one day. One day my mom walked in on us and she had a total meltdown. This was in the 90s in a very conservative family and my mom was convinced that I would suffer eternal damnation if I wasn't cured.

Mom insisted that I needed therapy and found a psychologist that specialized in my problem. In my first session with Dr. Pete he assured me that there was nothing wrong with being gay, even though I insisted that I wasn't. I told him I was just uncomfortable talking to girls and was just experimenting with my buddy.

Dr. Pete insisted that I go into detail about what we did and even encouraged me to continue having sex with my friend, only more discretely. Each session I would talk about what we did. Dr. Pete soon turned the conversation to anal sex. I told him I had never tried it and didn't want to. He said that I would enjoy it if I gave it a chance and suggested I try it with my friend. I was a little scared but eventually talked my friend into fucking me.

The next session Dr. Pete insisted on hearing the details. That was the first time I realized that he was getting aroused by talking about me having sex. I caught him rubbing his dick through his pants. Dr. Pete was in his late 20's and a good looking man. He was a runner and was in good shape. He saw that I was staring at his crotch and asked if it was ok if he jacked off. I said it was and we ended up jacking off together.

The next session started out with masturbating but quickly turned to Dr. Pete giving me a blowjob. From then on we had sex every session. Sometimes we just exchanged blowjobs and other times he would suck me and then fuck me.

I told my mom the sessions were working and pretended that Dr. Pete was making me less attracted to boys. The reality was that he turned me into a cock whore. Thanks to him, I was having sex with Dr. Pete, my best friend, and anyone else I could find. And my mom was paying $80 a week for it. Come to think of it, I should have asked Dr. Pete for half.

2
# 50158 - by Xplorer / March 11, 2021
- Gay Stories -
Bi-Sexual Male / 40

Army Daze

Back in my Army days in Germany, my roommate and I became good friends. We would go out drinking whenever we had the next day off and I always drank in excess. I was 19 and Tim was a couple years older than me. I was barely out of high school and he took me under his wing and showed me the ropes.

After a night of drinking, Tim would always insist on mixing me a glass of Alka-Seltzer. He claimed it prevented hangovers. I never thought it worked much because I always woke up with a hangover but he always insisted, saying the hangovers would be worse if I didn’t take it. I thought it couldn’t hurt so I drank it down. This became a routine until one morning I awoke and realized I was naked. I always slept in my briefs, with nothing else. Somehow my briefs had gotten stuffed between the mattress and wall. I didn’t think much of it at first, I just assumed I had taken them off while dreaming or something.

The next time we returned from a night of drinking I noticed he had pulled something from his locker before he mixed the Alka-Seltzer. That’s when I had the crazy idea he might be adding something to the drink. I realized I was probably being paranoid and drank it down. The next morning I woke up as usual but noticed my anus was a little sore. I probably wouldn’t have noticed but remembering the night before, my suspicions were peaked again. Could my good friend be doing something to me while I’m drunk and asleep? Surely, if he was, he must be giving me something, otherwise I would wake up. We never locked our lockers when we were in the room so the next time he took a shower I decided to do a little inspection. Sure enough, I found a bottle of Benadryl on the top shelf. It was for allergies but I knew it was also used to help people sleep.

I decided that the next time we go out I wasn’t going to drink much. We always went with a bunch of guys so I didn’t think he would notice if I wasn’t drinking as much. It was easy, I would have a couple of sips of my beer and then take it with me to the jukebox or to mingle with the other guys and set down the bottle while it was still almost full. I hated wasting the beer but I needed to be sober if I were going to find out what Tim was up to.

When we got back to the barracks I was barely feeling a buzz but pretended to be drunk. I watched Tim like a hawk when he got the Alka-Seltzer and a bottle of water. I noticed that he went to his locker and he appeared to pull something from the top shelf. Then he mixed the hangover prevention and for the first time I noticed that he seemed to stir it a lot longer than necessary. He handed me the glass and I took a small sip and then waited for him to turn away so I could pour it into a large tumbler on the dresser.

By this time I felt wide awake and sober but kept up the act of being drunk. I stripped down to my briefs and crawled under the covers. Tim did the same after turning out the lights. I laid there for about 45 minutes to an hour waiting for Tim to make a move. I was on my side facing Tim’s bunk so I could see what he was doing. I heard him get out of his bed so I partially opened my eyes. The only light was coming from under the door and the lights from our alarm clocks so he wouldn’t be able to tell my eyes were open.

First he called out my name softly. I didn’t answer so he put his hand on my shoulder and shook me, calling my name again. I lay quietly pretending to be passed out. Then he pulled the covers off of me and started to pull down my briefs. I wanted to see how far he would go so I continued to lay there motionless. He completely removed my briefs and then grabbed my cock and started stroking it. I have to admit the warmth of his hand felt good and I started getting hard. After a few minutes, he took me into his mouth and started giving me the best blowjob I had ever had. I thought about jumping up and stopping him but it felt so good. I decided let him finish.

He was truly talented with his mouth and within minutes I was emptying my cum into his mouth. Before I knew what was happening, Tim rolled me onto my stomach and was mounting me from behind. In one quick move he was between my legs and pushing his cock inside me. I was surprised at how easily it went in but then, he had probably fucked me ten times before.

As I contemplated how I was going to confront him his pumping got faster and he was cumming inside me. Then he gently put my briefs back on. I decided I would just wait until the next day to say something, although I had no idea how I was going to do it.

The next morning we woke up and Tim acted as if nothing had happened, just like every other morning. I know I should have said something to him and, hell, even report him but decided not to. If it got out that I had been fucked, even without consent, I would have been labeled a queer. Besides, Tim had been a good friend and the fact was, it felt really good being fucked. It may be hard to believe but I let this go on for almost 9 months until he was transferred out.

3
# 49999 - by Xplorer / March 3, 2021
- Gay Stories -
Bi-Sexual Male / 40

Busted

In my freshman year of college I would visit a neighborhood park where men would cruise for sex. I came upon an older man sitting on a picnic table. The tables were placed along walking trails and were secluded from each other. He was a handsome man, about 40, wearing a business suit. We exchanged hellos and he took off his jacket and started rubbing his crotch. I just stared as I saw his dick grow under the fabric of his pants.

I was wearing thin nylon running shorts with no underwear and a t-shirt. I slowly walked towards him as I pulled my shorts down exposing my own engorged manhood. He was sitting on the end of the table with his legs hanging over the edge and laid back with his hands behind his head. I knelt down between his legs. The table was at a perfect height for me to give him a blowjob. I unbuckled and unzipped his pants and pulled out his long uncircumcised member and began to lick and suck him as I stroked myself.

I heard something move behind me and felt the presence of someone. It startled me at first but the person didn't say anything. I assumed it was just another cruiser who wanted to watch, which was not unusual. The man who was on the receiving end of my hot mouth didn't seem to notice as he was moaning and getting close to climax. A few minutes later he was shooting a hot load of cum down my throat.

As I was cleaning up the remnants of his sperm with my tongue, I heard movement behind me again. I had all but forgotten about the voyeur behind me.

Suddenly, I heard, "police, don't move." The man I had just blown was up on his feet and running in an instant. I tried to stand up but was grabbed from behind before I could get my shorts up.

The cop had his left arm around my neck as he flashed a badge in front of my face. At least I think it was a badge, I couldn’t be sure. He shoved me towards the table and pushed me down so I was leaning over it. He handcuffed my hands behind my back, telling me I was under arrest. This was back before homosexuality was widely accepted and it definitely wasn’t in the small conservative college town.

I was terrified of being arrested. I would probably be kicked out of school, not to mention the possibility of jail. I begged the cop to let me go and lied saying the other guy had forced me. He didn’t say a word as he started to frisk me, starting at my head and moving down my chest to my stomach and groin. My shorts were still around my knees so there was nothing to search. He grabbed my balls and then my still semi-hard dick.

Then he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Don’t lie to me queer, I’ve been following you from the parking lot. Nobody forced you to do anything.”

I tried to hold back the tears as I thought my life was over. He let go of me briefly and I heard what sounded like his zipper. I then heard him spit and felt his wet fingers rubbing the crack of my ass. It hurt as he forced a finger inside my virgin hole. He moved it in and out for a few seconds before pushing another finger inside. He removed his fingers and I could feel something thicker and hotter pushing against my ass. He was holding me down with one hand as he guided his dick with the other. It felt massive as it pushed at the forbidden opening. I thought it would never fit inside me.

He moaned as he pushed the head in and then slowly pumped until he was in up to the hilt. The pain was awful at first but subsided as he pumped slowly in and out. It seemed to go on forever and became ever more pleasurable with each passing minute. Soon he was thrusting faster and grunting until he shot his load into my bowels.

As he pulled out of me he said, “stay out of this park or next time you’ll get fucked AND go to jail.” He took off the handcuffs and I just stayed their frozen for a minute or two. When I stood up he was gone.

I continued going to the park at least once a week until I graduated, hoping to be stopped by the anonymous lawman. I began to wonder if he really was a police officer or an imposter. Since that day I’ve fantasized about being taken in a similar fashion by cops. I have hooked up with a few. They never mind using their handcuffs on me but it’s not the same knowing it was just pretend.

1
# 49979 - by Xplorer / March 2, 2021
© Copyright 2026 Adult Confessions | All Rights Reserved.