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I have met and became friends with the guy after selling my car at job (dealership). We kept in touch via Facebook and text. Before long we became friends on Snapchat. After stopping by his job a few times to say hi one day he grabbed my butt while hugging me and saying bye.
Couple days later we began to exchange photos and lusting at each other to the point just looking at his cock pics has me wet and horny for him. We made plans to meet which fell through and finally we did and stroke his huge cock, he sucked on my hard nipples and licked my wet throbbing pussy. I wanted to fuck him so bad, I wanted and was tempted to take him to the other room and have him fucked me so bad and licked my pussy dry. But I was so nervous and scared since we are both married adults.
I Hope on our next encounter we can fullfill and finish what we started. I know he wanted to fucked me so bad but I could see his guilt and pleasure in his face. I just wish we weren't in our situations so we wouldn't have to hide n be involved.
I'm only 13, and turning 14 in the 6th and I'm a bisexual lady. I just started dating my best friend in September me and her are both madly in love. I'm inexperienced in the field of love but the passion I feel for her is real. Her parents forbid it, so they don't let us talk or see each other after school. It's extremely hard being someone's virlfriend and only being able to see them during professional times. I haven't felt loved in two years and now that I've got a taste it been thrown out of my grasp. I've started hiring myself when it gets to be too much. I'll just cry my head off and peel away at my skin. I'm too much of a coward to kiss her. I've seen a man drunken off of his senses. None of it was fun. I'm seeing a therapist once a week for my depression now. I hope to get better soon.
On the more innapropriate side of things, I think of her night and day. Perhaps she's on my mind too much, because I've discovered that I am a very sexual individual. she gives me her beat each weekend that just eludes her aroma. It turns me on so much. There have been times where I stick a pen up my vagina for mass amounts of pleasure. I think of her and sometimes I want her to climb ontop of me and just show me how dominant she can be. I want her to dominate over me and drive me flushed red crazy.
Ok so my parents are homophobic and im bisexual and my brother is gay and yesterday my mom and dad and I were watching the house reno thing and an episode has a gay couple and my mother was like "Ugh put this OFF now"and my dad was like trying to change the subject and my mom was like im going to bed and when my brother came out my parents said its just a phase so im never coming out.
Ever since I was about 14, I knew I was bisexual. Then, when I told my crush that I liked her on my 16'th birthday, she gave a cold slap of rejection. Tears ran down my face that day, and I felt like taking my life. I ran to a private area I found out, and let loose my tears.
Depression runs through my family, and I never told my mom about how depressed I was. I put on a mask to hide behind - pretending to be a happy and carefree kid. Inside, I was deeply depressed, and easily broken at the slightest of yells. I actually remember my mom yelling at me for accidentally knocking down a vase, and when she left tears dripped down my face.
I have attempted suicide at least 4 times already, but all those times I've bailed out. I've tried overdosing on my daily medication, self harm, and even hanging. All those times I could not have done it, yet I still had a pitting feeling of pain in my gut.
I have read several stories online about suicide, and how they were prevented. I've never actually called the suicide hotline, because there was always someone around me. Now, I deeply regret not talking about it to someone, especially my family.
I am older now, midway through College, and still coping through depression behind a curtain. A curtain which hides away my problems from others, but not myself. I have tried talking to the Suicide Prevention Hotline, which has withered away parts of the depression.
#depression #gay #sad #bisexual
The only reason I am not currently a Bull in a cuckold marriage is
1) perfect situation and couple, perfect location, no physical or sexual attraction.
2) Wife attracted to me, cock size passes test, meetings take place, she separates and divorces her husband for a normal relationship. I still loved watching her homemade porn, and will never forget her assurance that if we shot movies in the shower that they had fog and steam proof lenses.
3) A very sexy older MILF with a taste for young hung chiseled studs initiated contact and arranged to me
et and fuck assuming she had permission... and before she talked to her husband she was thinking of how to convince him that she wanted to be pregnant more than anything by this a sexy young strange stud. Sometimes even a true cuck can't let go completely for his own pleasure, ego interferes.
#sex #bull #cuckold #hotwife #slutwife #ovulation #insemination
It was 1978, and I was ten years old. I was what used to be known as a 'poindexter'...a small, bookish boy who knew more about the inside of a public library than I did a public park. This fact was not pleasing to my father who wanted a strong, manly man to carry on the family name.
So it was that summer that my dad tried to 'man me up'. He enrolled me in every junior sports league available in our small town... and I failed miserably at all of them. Finally, in desperation, he signed me up for swimming lessons at the YMCA. He told me stories of his days swimming at the'Y', naked men and boys cavorting together in the pool. I think he hoped that my seeing other males with masculine physiques would inspire me to utilize the gym facilities there and 'bulk up' before I hit puberty.
I think it actually disappointed him that they no longer allowed nude swimming, but he still had hopes that I'd somehow blossom into the manly child he longed for.
That first session was truly an eye opener for me. It was the first time I'd ever been naked in any way that might have been considered public and it was the first time I'd ever seen anyone else naked... EVER! I was actually startled with how quickly and easily my burly father stripped down in front of total strangers when he'd never even gone around in his boxers at home. And I was equally shocked at the wide range of males casually strolling through the locker room naked... even some of the younger kids engaged in horseplay in the nude inside the shower room.
I slowly undressed, hiding as best I could behind my now totally naked father and quickly pulled my thin swimming trunks up while drinking in this smorgasbord of naked man-flesh. I felt something stirring in me alright, but it was not a passion for working out or sports of any kind!
I followed my father out to the pool and he arranged for a lifeguard to help teach me to swim. Is actually surprised that the teacher who came to me was none other than Mr. Anderson, my quiet, still single piano teacher.
The first thing I noticed about Mr. Anderson was how much younger he looked out of his usual frumpy white shirt and bow tie. Also, he was thin, but muscular. The last thing I noticed was that unlike everyone else's swim trunks... he wore bright red underwear-style swim briefs. I'd never seen anything like it before! And since he'd already been in the pool, he was soaking wet which made those small briefs cling to the gentle curve of his crotch, which in my newly discovered sexual awakening, seemed to bulge out to enormous proportions!
"Hi, Greg!" Mr. Anderson smiled and waved at me, noticing how I shyly ducked behind my father like a shield.
My father pushed me out front like an eagle forcing it's young from the nest, "He's never been swimming before. I think he's just scared." The adults shared a good natured chuckle at my expense while I struggled to breathe passed the lump that had formed in my throat.
Mr. Anderson bent over and patted my shoulder, "Nothing to be scared of, Greg. You conquered Chopin, you'll conquer this!"
Evidently, I had little choice. But under Mr. Anderson's tutaledge I soon mastered my fear of swimming and even learned to dog paddle...in the shallow end. That first hour seemed to fly by, and I found myself loving the intimate touches of Mr. Anderson's hands on my stomach, thighs, and buttocks. I was actually sorry that our session ended and we headed back to the locker room together.
My father was already in the shower room... naked... and was rinsing out his trunks when we walked in. Mr. Anderson paused under one of the open shower heads and peeled out of his tight, wet suit. "Hey, champ. You need to rinse the chlorine out of your hair and suit!" He turned around and grabbed my arm before I could duck out into the main changing area.
I stopped, frozen in my tracks! There in front of me was my piano teacher and swim instructor in all his glory!! The sight of his shaved body, heavy balls and long cock tucked under a thick bush of curly black hair seared itself into my prepubescent mind! I couldn't move! I felt sure I stood there gawking at his naked tool for what seemed an eternity, but when he turned back and started the shower head next to his, I realized it had only been a few seconds.
"Here, use the shower next to mine. I'll show you how to rinse your suit real good." I gulped... probably too loudly, and timidly untied the drawstrings of my nylon swim trunks. It must have been the slowest disrobing in the history of man. It felt like forever as I pulled this clinging shorts down and stepped out them. I felt mesmerized by the slow swinging of Mr. Anderson's crotch as he finished rinsing his briefs and began to lather up with soap from the wall dispenser.
I stood like a naked statue under the water spray holding my trunks in front of me like a shield. I'd never had an erection before. It sort of hurt, but it felt good at the same time. But whatever it was, it wasn't normal, and I was very embarrassed about it.
When Mr. Anderson reached fit my trunks, I know he saw my very stiff pecker, but he never said a word. Instead, he launched patiently into instructing me on how to rinse my shorts and wring them out before hanging them on the washcloth hook. Then he helped me wash my hair, making sure I scrubbed that chlorine out so my hair didn't turn green.
After that we washed our bodies while we talked about swimming, the fall piano recital, and the new school year. I guess sometimes during that casual conversation, my reading erecting subsided and I relaxed considerably around Mr. Anderson.
My father has already finished showering and was half dressed as he talked with some older men about business... or golf... or whatever older men talked about. I noticed many men not seeming to be in any hurry to dress and leave. In fact some served to be lounging on the benches in the nude charging with whomever came by.
I left Mr. Anderson at his locker, nearer the showers and headed back to my father's locker and my clothes. Dad asked me how the lesson went, but I was only half listening. I was watching Mr. Anderson as he dried himself, especially his crotch, and talked with some of the men who were hanging out nude at the shower end of the locker room. With all the bodies milling around, I couldn't be sure, but it looked like one of the men near Mr. Anderson actually touched his cock and fondled his balls. Could I be jealous about that? I'd never been jealous like this before.
I sulked about it all the way home in the back jump seat of the family station wagon. I fumed and seethed internally through supper, and while I brushed my teeth. After watching the Rockford Files, I headed to bed and felt very rebellious. I decided I wouldn't wear my pyjamas and would sleep in my white y front briefs instead.
But I couldn't sleep. The more I tried to be angry at Mr. Anderson for something I didn't even know had happened, the more I thought about his naked body, and his long cock and heavy balls. And soon, that strange feeling can't over me again, and I felt another erection coming on.
Gingerly, I reached under the chenille covers and inside my underwear. I touched my small, aching cock for the first time and felt the electric shock as it twitched wildly with a mind of its own! I was so scared! I knew nothing of masturbating, but I felt like I had done something so bad, I immediately pulled my hand clear and turned over to cry in my pillow. I swore as I drifted asleep that I'd never touch my penis again. But sleepy promises are soon broken. But that may be a take for another confession.
A few years ago I was living in a trailer park. Straight out of high school and desperate to be on my own. There was an older man a couple of trailers down. Seemed to be a cheerful, friendly guy. He offered me a beer a couple of times when I was still underage.
One night he asked me over to help him with a small do it yourself project in his trailer. We finished that up in a few minutes and he gave me a beer. We sat on his couch and talked. Soon he had his hands on me and kept asking if he was being too forward.
As I was still a virgin, I figured a gay cherry popping was better than none at all. He gave me my best (and first) blowjob followed almost immediately by a second blowjob. I figured it was my turn so I gave him my best amateur blowjob which he seemed to enjoy despite my fumbling.
We kept getting it on a couple times a month. He had a girlfriend as well and explained sex with men didn't exclude girls. Later that year I got a girlfriend and my gay adventures tapered off. But I was always thankful he gave me a push into sex.
So.... I'm straight but now bi i guess ...and I'm in love with a straight guy which he has no idea that I'm bi... he's my excolleges, same age and straight but naive like a early teen... I'm 1 year earlier study than him. so I graduate first .. so it all happen as usual we become friend first ...by me mistakenly hit his back as I thought he is my other friend .. but is was a miracle cause it turn out we became good yet close friends .. I'm a type of person with strong personality and can't get along with most of the people... ....I have developed a feeling with him when we are in college.. cause I use to talk to him everything since he is my only close friend in college that time... until one time of his friends have suspected me falling for him...and I got worried and I tell myself I need to do something... so I would stop talking and hangout so much with him... as time passes now I have graduated and working, he's still studying... i still think of him... I would call him to hang out when I miss him... and listen to his voice message when I'm lonely... now I feel guilty and temtation... now I'm waiting for things to fall in the right place and just enjoy the time we spend together... but at the same time I feel like I wanted to confess to him... if it turn bad at least he hurt me to forget him and get over.. so that I don't feel so complicated...
#confession #gay #bisexual #love
So I’m bi but I have never been with guys or girls, do I have a right to say that I’m bi and I really want to get with a girl before I get with a guy. I know that won’t happen but I want to eventually have experience with both but I don’t know on which one I want right now. What do I do?
I'm a 23 yr old male and I have a complete obsession with sucking off older men. I've only ever been with 2, but for a year I would meet up with a 56 yr old man in his car, we would find a good spot and I would suck him off, swallow his load and he would drop me off. I never wanted anything in return except his cum, though occasionally he did suck me off as well. Now the man I see is 49, I go to his apartment and suck his cock to completion, sometimes he returns the favor but for the most part I go to satisfy my craving. However i love woman, and will only date woman. I only like men for their cocks, I would never date a man but I enjoy the company of a man when i'm single, but search for a woman to tie myself up with and then I am 100% faithful to her.
One of my friends has a cousin who is super lesbian. She always hits on me and my friends even though she is in her 20s and we are all 16/17. I’ve never been into girls but last week me and his girl kissed. Like really kissed. It was the best makeout session I’ve ever had. She lips and tongue were so soft and how she grabbed my neck and pushed me against the wall and would bite my lip and tell me I’m hers. It really did turn me on. I only starting kissing her because she kept calling me scared and that I’m afraid of turning gay for her. I said bet and it started as a beck and ended with her hand trying to unbotton my pants and sucking on my tongue. I stopped at the kissing but ever since I’ve been really turned on. I’ve been watching a lot of lesbian porn lately as well. This girl isn’t ugly but she isn’t considered georgious. She’s a little heavier and Goliath like. But wow can she kiss.
I’m dating this girl and we’ve decided to take things slow because this is my first relationship. She’s dated before but she understands why I’m nervous about everything, but we’ve been together for about a month or so and I can’t stop fantasizing about her. She lives with me because of reasons but I’m not ready for sex (we haven’t even made out) but I can’t stop thinking about her in sexual scenarios
I always thought women are the one thing I find most fascinating in life - until I met him. He is 22 years old and he taught me how nice love between men can be. He showed me love and the most beautiful things in life.
I will never let another woman break my heart. We men do not need you! And this realization is the best thing that ever happened to me.
I'm 52, married and completely bisexual. I've done time over the years, here and there. But the last time I was inside was amazing. I was locked up for 12 months with the oldies in prison. Ranging of many different charges. I spent a lot of time in the shower block. Became the cleaner of that section. The reason I so want to go back, is because of all the old men's c**ks I had the privilege of seeing. They also loved when I would take a shower. It's was the most beautiful masterbation group I have ever been a part of. All facing each other, pulling away at ourselves, furiously. I was touched, fondled and caressed every night. I was the youngest there at the time. On my birthday, everyone was constantly touching me all day. I want to experience it all again, over and over and over. The greatest experience of my life xxxx
female, 14
when i was six i kissed a girl, but now that i think about it, it was more than just ‘a kiss’. we didn’t understand what we’re doing at the time because we were so young (we were both only six) we thought that it was normal to do that with your bff. and when she came over we would tell each other that we loved each other and we would touch each other while we were naked. our parents never knew about our little “affair”. it wasn’t until i moved away from my home town and started a new school when i was 11 that i realised it wasn’t normal and that i actually liked girls. i haven’t told anybody since. not even my parents. and i don’t regret anything i did with her at all. sad part is, i haven’t talked to the girl in years because she moved away years before i did when we were 8. i wish i still had her in my life:( a kiss would feel great right about now. :(((((. oh and i still haven come out yet because i’m too scared. whoops.
I'm 16 and bisexual.
When I was 14 I had a gf. She was so pretty and we made out like everywhere including the bathroom of our catholic school. I love making her moan.
After breaking up I had this guy friend who courted me. I went to his house then he attempted to kiss me. He did it again and I responded. It became torrid and he started grinding between my legs. It made me so hot but I wasnt't ready for sex. But even if I was screaming no he forced his dick on my mouth and eventually forced it in my pussy. At first it was hella painful bcuz I was a virgin. But he did lots of things that made him scream his name. It was so hot and we can't stop what we were doing.
After that, I became addicted. We hade phone sex, sex in his hous and sext. I got so addicted to porn and until now I can't stop my habit of watching porn and masturbating before sleeping because I left the guy who got my vcard.
Now I want to call him every now and then to have sex even if I got back with my gf because so for nothings happening.
Me and my wife had been married for 1 week when this happend. I'm bi and my wife knows I like to look at men on the internet and I get turned on by them. I've never been with a guy or thought I would... That all changed. 1 week after our honeymoon she was back at work and I had the day off. I posted on Craig's list just to see if I could get some pics. 5 mins go by. I get an email from a guy claiming he had a 9in cock and would love to just chill. I was really horny and thought, what the hell ill just go chill and nothing will happen. I made it like 2 blocks from his house. I txted him. He said come on over. I walked really slow. I got to his Door. He buzzed me in. The flight of stairs seemed to take forever to climb bc I really had no idea what was at the top. I knocked on the Do it and he opened it. In a towel. I couldn't breath. I walked in and sat on the couch. He came and sat beside me. I was getting hard and had no idea why. He stands up and drops the towel. And omg was he huge. He stepped right up to me and grabbed my head. Next thing I know I'm sucking his dick. He forced his dick in my mouth for what seemed like forever. All of a sudden he yells out Im cunning. He slammed his dick as far in my mouth as he could and came. I swallowed it all. He stepped back grabbed the towel and said thanks. I got up and left. My wife does not know this happend and will never know.
I felt I was bisexual until the age of 16. But sooner or later I had to realise that I was pretty much gay. I like men. Everything about them arouses my orgasm, be it their great looks or their body or their chest hair or their armpits. I've always wanted to tell it out but certainly I couldn't build up the courage to put it before anyone. None of my friends know this. I do feel helpless. But now, I have decided that this is my life and I have to choose what is right for me. I can't fake myself in front of the world. So, since I know no matter oh what grounds I confess this to my parents or for that matter anyone, no one is gonna accept it. Even if they are compelled to. So I will leave the town when I go to study my post graduates. And I shall find someone there who's with me and understands me.
The ugliest part of being gay, I always looked for hot guys and watched gay porn. I always wanted to make out with some of my classmates who are good friends with me and look really good.
I guess that's all and I feel really really better talking it out here. I know this is anonymous which I want it to be but I still find a satisfaction and do not feel the same burden anymore.
I have started loving myself and I don't care or what people think because as such I am moving abroad and settle elsewhere.
I am straight, and hyper sexual. I really enjoy being dominated sexually, even by men. I also enjoy sexual humiliation, emasculation, cuckold play, as well as any and all sexual attention. Have had my best friend in HS, 2 military roomies and several of their friends, a gay couple neighbors, and for the last 5 years have my old trans lady who is an adult film actress, who is hung like nothing i ever seen, dominate me, and use me sexually and usually daily or more. I love the feeling of a real penis penetrating me, and love being used by others for their pleasure. I enjoy being pegged, but even the most realistic squirting dongs do not compare. To the real thing. I am not attracted to men, but do love arousing anyone, and love the sight and sound of showing off to men and women as they pleasure themselves. I have never been sexually abised, raped or anything. I enjoy having my butt smacked and grabbed by men, and find when a man smacks my ass and shows me his erect penis a total turn on that also turns me into a submissive slut. I love women, love tits and ass, but the orgasms from being pounded by a hung man or trans and feeling them spew their goo deep inside me takes the cake as far as most pleasureable experiences go.
I just had my old neighbor, the trans lady, dominate me, in a public park, and let her film the entire thing. She made me meet her wearing thong panties and running shorts, and as i type this, her two loads are dripping down my leg, and i have her cum all over my face, and now have two strangers jerking off to add to it, while the trans neighbor is about to be fucking me again on a picnic table in this park, and she is filming me as i stroke these guys, and fondle their balls begging for them to cum all over my slutty cum dumpster face.
I am a straight guy, who enjoys being used like a whore by men, and being a sex slave to a hung trans lady, more than i enjoy being with a woman. To ice the cake, meeting my GF, who this hung black guy who is friends with the trans lady is going to fuck both of us, as he shows her the video of me.
When I was in around 2nd grade, my friend, who always spent every day at my house, and I started learning about what "gay" was. Obviously at first we thought it was funny, but as time went on, we started making more and more jokes acting like we wanted to be gay until it finally came out that we were serious. We started sucking each other off. All the time. Essentially any moment we found ourselves alone, we'd do it.
We stopped for some reason, totally unspoken. Out of nowhere, when we were about 14, we brought up the fact that we used to do that stuff, and decided that we wanted to try again. Now that we were older, it worked more. I turned out to be more of a bottom type and I loved having my friend fill my mouth with his cum and fuck me in the ass. We fuck essentially every time we hang out. He completely tears into me and I love it. I'm 26 now. This has been going on for damn near 20 years and absolutely no one knows that we have gay sex. Everyone assumes we're totally straight.
#gay #homosexual #friend #sex
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