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I'm getting married next month and i have a 2 year old son with my fiance...but I'm still in love with my ex bf. My fiances brother.
My parents put me on disability when I was young but the problem lies in the method I think. Forgive me God. I don't know how to fix it. Scratch that I do but I'm terrified not just for me but for them. Also when my brother was living with I practically kicked him out on the street. He's In jail now. I think it's my fault. I'm an embarrassment to my parents.
I'm a 28 year male. I honestly can't tell you why I'm writing any of this aside from the fact that I still think about what happened years ago and still want to do it again, unshamefully.
I was 12-14 at the time when all this happened and when I found out that masturbation was awesome. I loved finding myself and feeling something that was "forbidden" in my household. I come from a large family, lots of siblings and lots of reglion in the house, and it was difficult as the youngest son to find the time to sneak away and have a go with myself. But, one of my friends, a year younger than me that I met at church...go figure..., were hanging out playing video games and making jokes about everything under the sun. I can't remember who instigated it but, one of us mentioned how cool it would be to feel 'better' when we did what we do when no one is looking. Before we know it, we are playing with each other and trying to 'feel better'. We started by watching each other while we masturbating at first, it was a thrill and made us feel way better. Then we figured we would try with our mouths. It was the best feeling I had ever felt up till that point. Having someone else do the work and feel even more ecstasy than if I did it myself. One day, while at church, we found that the back part of one of the buildings with multiple classrooms was totally vacant and all the lights were out. We figured, why not? So we played around and took turns. When I "got there" he pulled back and got really mad because he thought I peed in his mouth.... I hadn't... it was the first time I had actually ejaculated. At the time I was excited and happy that I was maturing, but also scared because I loved the way it felt and how dangerous it was to do such a thing in a house of worship! Lol. We continued this for a few years, slowly developing into young men and having girlfriends, But we always had that to ourselves, our "feel better" time.
One day, he came over and as usual, we played video games and watched movies we loved. Of course, everyone goes to bed and it's just us, up late, talking, and he says,"You wanna try something different?" To which I got excited but confused. What could we do that we haven't done? He goes and gets a towel, some shampoo, and says,"Let's try something." Before I knew it, he was on his stomach with the towel under him and started putting shampoo between where his thighs met (gooch/taint). He says,"Just don't put it in me. Just through to legs, ok?" I cautiously kneel and, rockhard, place my manhood right where the shampoo was. It felt amazing... I came in less than 5 mins. I felt so amazing, it was rediculous. He said,"Was it good?" To which I responded,"Dude...amazing! You gotta try it!" I took his position, lathered up, and was ready. Same thing. He came really fast and we had a laugh at how we beat the "system" as teenagers lol.
Once again, this went on for a while, and were loving the fact that we had a way to make ourselves feel good and it still didn't break too many rules. After a few times of doing this we got together on the fateful night when we found out it could feel even better. We had the house to ourselves and he gave me the look. I go and grab a towel and some lotion, some kinds of shampoo made it burn sometimes, and came back to the room. We discuss who would go first and I lost the game of rock-scissors-paper, so I assumed the position. He asked if he could try something. I, hesitantly say yes, and he goes for my hole. Scared, excited, frighten, and invigorated, he slowly put it in. It burned a little but it felt strangely good. He pumped a few times and pulled out. I quickly, and as silently as I could, said,"You didn't come in me, did you?" He didnt. He was just as scared as I was and came on my ass. I was still invigorated and excited, he took the position. I wasn't planning on trying it at first cause I didn't want to hurt him but he insisted. So, I slowly put it in and it was the mouth times a million. As I am about to come 10 mins or so later, he says, weezing, "Do it, just do it in me." I did. It was the craziest and best feeling I had ever felt. I couldn't move. I just laid there throbbing inside him. We got up and cleaned ourselves. We didn't do this ever again after that. Not because we didn't want to, but because we became step brothers shortly after....
We don't see each other often, mainly holidays and family events. Neither of us mention it or even talk about it. I still wish I had that connection though. It's strange when you trust someone that much to not tell anyone about your secret dealings and recreational fun, but it still is a great memory, even if it's weird as all hell. Totally taboo yet, secretly, still an amazing life experience.
My brothers friends, I've felt them all, their hard cocks while they sleep. Then I felt the greatest one and we did the whole 9 yards. It was my freshman summer and my brothers friend, J, was meaty but not fat, not muscular but not skinny. He was thick. He always acted gay and did gay things like put his under wet like a thong and slapped my ass. Until one night we finally got to sleep next to eachother...I pretended to be asleep but I woke up to a hand rubbing in my underwear and on my ass. Not even 30 seconds after I woke up he was spitting on his dick and shoving it in my right hole. I was asleep but I savored every second of that fat Latino cock in my ass. I was moaning but he had his hand over my mouth so my brother wouldn't hear me. I was taking that dick so good. He then layed down and shoved my head under the blankets, I sucked his cock and spit all over that dick. He push my head down and arched his back up while he shot a fat load in my mouth. I swallowed the whole thing. He turned around and act like it never happened and went back to sleep. We did this for a couple months until my brother and him started drifting. I miss him always making me laugh and flirting with me. And I miss his daddy dick the most.
When I was 15 I would want my brothers and stepdad to watch me masturbate or look at my hot body. I was proud. Masturbation was not in the open but I didn't hide well either. It was easy enough for them to observe if they wanted. They saw too much. Now I'm 18 and not so open to sharing with family. The past is not mentioned but I often wonder what they thought at the time. And now do they still think of my past person when I was an exhibitionist. Thanks for letting me share.
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I hate men. I grew up on a small rural property just out of town in Tennessee. When I was old enough to wonder why I asked my mom how come she and I were always naked and she simply said dad wants it that way. Mon and I seldom wore clothes unless we were going out. I was expected to undress when I got home from school and be naked all weekend as was she. It was not a particularly loving home. She died when I was eleven, my brothers 14,12,9. I had to assume all the "womens" work after that and would start cooking supper right after school. My brothers never helped. I can't say I was ever embarrassed being naked even when my brothers would have friends over, but that started to change when I reached puberty. All three of my asshole brothers would bring friends over to show them my tits. Get us this, get us that, clean this up, clean that up. I was their fuckin maid. Then the sex started, first they made me suck and soon after fuck. I'm getting gangbanged two, three times a week until I got pregnant. My dad was furious yet it was all my fault for being a little slut. I was too scared to tell him what was happening. He took me to a lady who gave me an abortion. My brothers left me alone after that but I still wasn't to wear any clothes. I got out of that house at 16 and never looked back. Today I have a beautiful girlfriend who loves me dearly and likes that I don't wear clothes.
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