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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.
I recently started babysitting again and I watch this one family’s new born and three kids, the newborn wouldn’t take milk from the bottle and would keep tugging on my bra so I gave my nipple and she started my milk flow. All the kids now come to me when their thirsty and now I leak constantly. But I love it because now their dependent on me and my milk. Lowkey always had a breastfeeding fetish
I confess I really want to have sex with my best friend, but she doesn't even think about it because I have a boyfriend. We are in an open relationship, and he said he didn't mind.
But I really really wanna suck her dry and make her moan my name, she's so cute, half-japanese with cute cheeks, a nice body, tiny breasts and loveable tights. I'd love to fuck her with my fingers and see her dripping wet.
I touch myself to it nearly every night and school's coming back soon, I feel kinda guilty that I'll look at her and remember me masturbating to it...
Well a lot of my ‘sins’ began back when I was 14, I am 16 now. Then I would post a lot of pictures of me online on reddit claiming to be 18. I loved the attention from the guys and girls I got because I didn’t feel comfortable with myself and they actually liked me for me. They loved my body and made me confident in myself. I loved wearing girls clothing and began stealing cloths from my sister and aunt, trying on anything that I liked. I would show pictures of me masturbating, or ones of me twerking, trying new things, everything, I loved being a little slut like that. But eventually I calmed down on the whole posting thing as life took its toll on me and I couldn’t keep up with it. But that didn’t me from getting kinkier. I went deeper and deeper into the web, finding all the craziest of shit.
But one thing I did that I really loved was when my aunt and uncle were out of town, they had my house and dog sitting so I had free rain of their house. I went into their room and began looking around for toys, but wasn’t able to find anything. I did find some dirty underwear I played with and eventually came in. But also I went through their closet and tried on a bunch of her cloths as I loved them. At one point I was dressed in a pair of sexy thong panties, a lacy matching bra, silk teddy and silk robe. I’m not crazy chubby, but my chest area kind of looks like I have boobs even though I’m a boy so they fit her cloths perfectly. I took one of their dog collars and put it around my throat and painted my lips and put lipstick on. I jerked off everywhere and came in a bottle of her lotion. I then also used random things I found around the house as dildos as I’m pretty brave. But also, I wanted to try something out, so I took one of the male dogs to the bathroom and I began jerking him off. I then also began to suck him off, but when it tried to get him to fuck me he was too small and didn’t seem interested. That’s definitely a dream of mine, to be fucked by a big hung dog…
But that was my confession, hope I’m not too much of a weirdo for here…thanks for reading if you’ve gotten this far
#femboy #confession #young #teen #beast #posting #crossdressing #incest #sneaky
Throughout middle school/highschool I would take candid pictures and record girls feet. I don’t have a foot fetish myself but I know a bunch of people do so I would sell them online. There were times where I felt gross and uncomfortable doing so but then I thought about all the money I was making and I kept on doing it until I graduated.
I confess... I have a huge crush one of my best friends. I mean, I'm REALLY into him, and I know he wants me too. We don't have any classes together, so I wait to see him inbetween classes and during lunch period. When we hug, I secretly get so turned on, yet I know I shouldn't. He's actually asked me out several times, but I've turned him down on all occasions. I'm not even playing hard to get, I'm just so shy. When I get bored in class, I fantasize about having a hard-core make out session, and losing my virginity to him. Offtenly, I tease him by "Accidentally" falling into his lap and rocking in my relaunchant haste to get up. God, I get so horny just thinking about all the kinky stuff he could do to me... he's a dom, I'm sure. I don't know what to do with myself. I'm ashamed of my high sex drive... yet I want him specifically, so bad. Wish I had the guts to tell him.
At 14 or 15 I recall standing at my mom's door and listening. I knew but didn't want to believe. I stayed because I was aroused and wanted to hear it all. I wanted to learn. But I knew it was funk because dad was out of town and our neighbor's sexy daughter who was a few years older than I was with my mom. She was HOT TONED BUILT PRETTY so I had to watch but the door was closed. So I could only masturbate and dream.
Sorry to bore but needed to confesss this. I could not tell my father. And I wish I could see what they did to one another. My mom, it's hard to believe because she loves my dad. I heard moans and bursts of pleasure sounds. I like my neighbor but it's wierd to get excited to hear your mom's pleasure sounds.
When I, male, was in high school I went to youth group at my church. We had a tight friend group. My friend and his gf broke up and me and her started flirting. We didn't want to date but would fool around together. We were all at one of our friends houses, I think there were about 8 of us. Me and her snuck into his parents room and started making out on their bed. I slid my hand into her jeans and panties and started rubbing her very wet pussy. I started to finger her with 2 fingers. She pushed me onto my back and pulled my pants down and started to suck my throbbing hard cock. A friend walked in and we pulled everything back up and left, a bit red in the faces. Later that year we were both on a mission trip. We were painting houses at a children's home. We kept texting dirty messages and sending pictures. In the middle of the day, everyone at the house we were staying in, including our youth pastor and his wife. She went to the kitchen to get a snack, just through a single doorway, not even a door. I followed her. She was leaned on the counter eating some cheese and crackers. I started making out with her hard and slid my hand up her shorts and started fingering her with 2 fingers. I could feel her pussy soaking my hand. We heard someone walking. I stepped back quickly grabbing a snack, trying to slow my breathing and started eating. Our youth pastor walked in. Didn't get caught and I was careful to keep my hand away from people until I got to the bathroom to wash it so no one would figure it out. She was going to get a shower but forgot her shampoo in the other room, so I offered to grab it. She was still dressed so no one thought anything of it. I handed it to her and made out briefly and left. We never dated but her senior year she invited me to prom. We were all over each other on the dance floor. I was rubbing her pussy through her long dress and she was kissing me like crazy. Her friends were judging us a bit haha. After high school we didn't really keep in touch but a couple of friends and I went out for a drink when I was visiting home. She was there with some friends. We all hung out and played pool. Me and her started making out. We did that throughout the rest of the night. Saying goodbye, we were making out in the parking lot and I put my hands on her pants and was finding her in front of all of our friends. My one friend got mad. It was her ex and they were off and on throughout all of high school. She was a lot of fun. I wish we would've had sex at some point. But life goes on.
All my teen and adult life I have been what they call claustrophilic (opposite of claustrophobic) and have been addicted to total enclosure bondage, everything from mail-bags, sleeping-bags, rubber body-bags (my absolute favorite? and latex suits etc. Consequently, my life has been full of what would be considered very strange people. Try getting a cheer-leader type in your own age-group to tie you up in a bag! However, I discovered that much older women will bend a lot of 'rules' to have total control of a young. fit and healthy male, well-endowed, and unable to refuse them ANYTHING they want.. Now this sounds like something out of Hollywood, but at work, I met an amazing woman, who was in charge of the firm's security protocols. Turns out she immigrated here at the time the Berlin Wall came down, from what was then East Germany. She was disparagingly referred to as the "Ice Queen" and studiously avoided. She did look rather off-putting, at first. Tall, slender but athletic, sixty-ish, thick grey hair, styled in a severe bun, with metal-rimmed glasses, prominent bone structure with rather Slavic cheekbones, and a small prim slit of a mouth. Grim, was the first impression she gave. Anyway, I tried to get to know her, sitting at her empty table in the cafeteria, and so forth. She discouraged me, but I was persistent, and she gradually softened, once it became apparent that I wasn't trying to trick her or humiliate her, and such. She finally accepted that I found her attractive, and we went out regularly, keeping it very discreet. I confessed one evening, after too much to drink that the powerful, self-assured, cold personality she projected really appealed to me, because I was naturally attracted to powerful women, and had a compulsion to submit to them, in th hope that they might take advantage of me. She laughed for the first time, really naturally, and asked, wiping a tear from her eye, did I know what she used to do in the former East Germany? I aid no, and she confessed that she had been a very experienced and effective interrogator for the Stasi, the state security people, who apparently had a fearsome reputation. She then asked if I wanted to leave, and I replied by asking if she had much experience in restraining people, maybe with sensory deprivation? She laughed again, and said "Gott-in-Himmel, you're not involved in THAT? Unbelievable! So you are probably very submissive, at least sexually? Or all the time?" Emboldened, I admitted that it was the most important thing in my life, and I thought she might be at least understanding, maybe even interested. "A pretty young boy like yourself? All of what, eighteen years? Of course I'm interested! So, you wish me to tie you up and interrogate you? Torture you? It would be a true pleasure, but be VERY sure it is what you want, because I have very strong needs and demands, having always enjoyed my work immensely, in the old days. You may well have cause to regret being involved with me, but it may well be too late to do anything about it by then. Are you willing to take that chance?" I said I certainly was, and we went back to my place, a nice secluded house I had inherited from an Aunt, my sole relative. She demanded to see my equipment, and I emptied the large holdall out on the floor in front of her. She stirred through it with her foot, whispering "Fascinating!" She selected an old olive-drab Vietnam-war era bodybag, of thin rubberized canvas, and asked "You would let me put you in this?" rather disbelievingly, her accent seeming stronger. "Absolutely!" I assured her. "But you do not know me! Perhaps I am a little crazy...maybe keep you in there longer than you wish? No?" I replied that I was happy to take my chances, and before I knew it, I was trussed tightly in the bag, now with only a small nylon zipper across my mouth, and two small holes over my nostrils. I was already forming a sizeable bulge right under the other zipper, to her amusement, as she slapped the bulge lightly, over and over, murmuring softly in German. Then she unzipped me, and all my goodies burst out into the open. She snugged the zipper tight round the roots, and informed me this was where the fun began! She wasn't kidding either! Her educated fingers turned me into a screaming writhing maniac, desperate for relief, as he mocking voice said "Now you tell me EVERYTHING I wish to know, ja?" And of course I did! She soon knew as much or more about me than I did myself, probably. She kept me in the bag all weekend, and I thought I was going to die with frustration. By six a.m on Monday, I had begged her to marry me, or at least move in permanently, and she said she'd give it serious consideration. That was ten years ago, and I don't get out much any more, as a rubber-sheathed house-husband, with endless housework and other duties to perform, during working hours, and then transferred to the bag when she gets home, for more grueling interrogations and torture! She is as healthy, fit and powerful as ever, and the ways things are going she may outlast me!
#claustrophilic #addicted #teen #adult #life
I killed my hamster when I was 14. I got a drum set for christmas and me and some friends wanted to start a band. One day, my parents were at work and my friends came over to our first band rehearsal. After a while, we tought it would be a funny idea to find out what would happen if we put the hamster into one of the drums. We did and I played some tones on it. We heard him squeaking and trembling but we tought it was great fun.
After another short play, I got him out. He was already dead - heart attack or something.
I am very sorry. I confess that I was a stupid young teenager.
#hamster #drums #funny #teenager #confession #panic #heart #sin
I took pictures/videos of girls from my high school for 3 to 4 years. These girls were in the same grade as me. I jerked off to those photos and posted some online for random people to see. For some fucked up reason I felt accomplished showing other people the types of photos I took. Shots of different girl’s asses from multiple angles, close ups, zoom ins, and the occasional upskirt. Those turned me on so much.
My obsession got ignited when we were having a fire drill 4 years ago. Every class sat in a line next to each other. The girl who was in the line next to me (T.A for initials) was a good friend who I had no romantic interest in until I got a peek of her slim, bright yellow undies. She was sitting cross-legged, and I’ll tell ya what, she didn’t have a thick ass, but she did have curves, and along with her slim legs, I got the assumption that she had a tight pussy. That thought alone would turn me on for months after that day. I wished I’d taken a photo of it just for myself but I was too distracted. I don’t know how she didn’t notice me peeking under her legs, but it was a sight to behold. I dreamt of ripping of her undies and fucking her doggystyle right there on the oval (I would never rape anyone, I’m just saying she’s hot) That day I deemed that I loved everything about this girl. I already liked her personality, but now I also loved everything about her physical appearance. Beautiful face, round cheeks, very small tits, and a curvy ass which still gives me erections to this day.
A year later, I was sitting behind this girl. This was a pretty normal thing for me as I’m the shy one in the group and usually sit at the back anyway. I took my first photo that day. Of that same girl’s ass. She was sitting with her back towards me, so her sports pants compressed against her lovely ass stood out to me. That’s when I decided to continue photographing the girl’s asses from my school.
It started off with T.A, then I took photos of R.J’s ass. She had slightly thicker legs and a bit more curves. At this point I only targeted these girls because they were my only female friends and felt a personal connection to them. Kinda ironic I know. Over the years I’ve taken photos and videos of around 20 girls in my school. I upskirted at least 6 of them. I found all those girls super attractive. Especially their asses. Those turn me on the most.
The most fucked up part of all is that I posted my favourite pics on an Instagram account which has since been deleted as one of the girls found out about it. After that I deleted all the photos and videos I’ve ever recorded, and I’ve made a pact with myself to not record other girls anymore. Hopefully I can keep my promise. I apologise to all the girls I took pictures of. They were all innocent and pure and they didn’t deserve that.
I’m the most fucked up person I know. I know what I did was wrong. I know I should have never posted those images, yet I still want to try and change myself so that I don’t hurt anyone else.
#highschool #teen #upskirt #photography #masturbation #voyeurism
In the 80's at 4 years old I watched my Mom and boyfriend have sex under the covers next to me. My Mom played there while her boyfriend thrusts his dick in and out of her, rocking back and forth on top oh her, rustling the covers on every stroke. They thought I was sleep, but I silently watched in wild satisfaction, smiling to myself, while my young pussy throbbed. Shortly after in pre-K day care I took another 4 year old girl in the bathroom, pulled down both our pants and we grinded our young clits against each other and moaned. At 6 I became sexually active with the girls and boys in my neighborhood, and at 7 it expanded to girls and boys in my church and at one of the recreation centers I went to in the summer. I became almost obsessed with seeing and feeling wet erect penises penitrate my tight pussy gently then, as I grew older, watching them ooze thick cum out of them, and I especially enjoyed sucking the breasts and young clits of my girl friends. I remember inviting one of my school friends to church and over the years sneaking in corners and riding his thick dick, rendering him almost paralyzed until he released his thick cum. At 12 though I started my period, so when he said he was cumming I jumped off and watched in delight. I even grinded clits with one of my distant girl cousins and her cousin. Sometimes in the neighborhood I get caught and lie to my Mom. I went through a period of abstinence in my adult life and I'm not really active now accept for grinding my vibrating wand against my wet pussy when I watch porn or read one of your stories....
#boys #young #girls #sex #teen #cum #dick #pussy #clitoris #wet
Riding around in my automobile, as the song goes. My girlfriend was my age, barely old enough to drive as inexperienced as me, but eager to catch up with classmates telling us tales of their sexual adventures.
Maybe the tales were lies. Our friends were full of tales of doing it in the car, getting caught or nearly caught, pregnancy scares, and drunken near orgies with multiple partners. All we had managed was a loosened bra at the drive in. Our hamburger stand stories were mainly met with catcalls and promises from our friends to instruct us since we weren't "progressing" on our own.
Shirley had an older sister, cheerleader, popular, near-slut.
One night Shirley had had enough ribbing from friends and her sister. She wriggled out of her panties as I drove, turned sideways in her seat and pulled her skirt up to give me a good look. I was having problems both driving and looking. Shirley guided my hand to her pussy and was using my hand as a sex toy while I grinned ear to ear. Soon she got herself off and we stopped for a light.
We were both feeling pretty grown up when the driver in the 18 wheeler looked over. He blasted his air horn a couple of times and gave us a thumbs up sign. Took a little of the bloom off the rose.
We made our way to the hamburger stand. Shirley gave me the panties as a trophy and flashed the other girls in the rest room. For one night anyway we were the stars of dating scene.
Summer fun when my niece uses our pool. There's this perfect delectable teenage body in a small thin bikini that barely covers her tight little cute ass and perky round tits with a nice bounce. When wet you get a hint of her areolas and shaved pussy with gathered cloth wedged up her cracks showing a fat cameltoe and luscious ass. I watched and swammed with her the entire time. So horny I uncontrollably pushed my hard cock against when hugging goodbye. Come back soon my wife yelled from the kitchen.
#luscious #teen #sexy #niece #aerolas #ass #tits #cameltoe #pussy #swim
I’m 14 (f) and I’m in a long distance relationship with my girlfriend (15,f) and lately she’s been busy so often I find her sexy nudes and rub myself till I squirt the pleasure is incredibly. I just wish she could eat me out.
#masturbation #lesbian #teen #nudes
I am 13 years old and I really want a thick cock to go inside my tight little pussy. NO matter what, whenever i finger and/or use objects I just can't get off. I don't have a "friends with benefits" relationship with anyone or anything and my parents and sister are practically prudes I can't tell them anything, and I just cannot take this sexual frustration!!!
#sex #preteen #help #masturbation #lust
Just before my 45th birthday, a rather pretty little teenage goth schoolgirl I knew slightly who was just over 16 came in to my shop, as she was paying for her things she said "What do you want for your birthday old man?", laughingly I replied "You". She replied quite seriously "Done. See you next week" and left.
I though nothing more of it until the actual day when she arrived in the shop and asked "still on for tonight? 9pm OK. I nodded, she smiled and left. I couldn't believe my luck, so as a treat I contacted a man I knew and ordered £100 of cocaine & a viagra tablet.
At 9pm she arrived, in jeans, ankle boots and a baggy t shirt covering her 38D teenage tits, after only a couple of drinks she had stripped down to just boots & black stockings.
In the end, I sniffed coke off her tits and arse, rubbed it into her teenage clit and we fucked for ten hours straight, so hard she passed out and even though I knew she was unconscious I fucked her harder still. I tied her up, forced her to come over and over with a Hitachi, she squirted everywhere, by the time we had finished her body was covered in sweat, her own juices and my cum which was in her hair and eyes. She looked exactly like she acted, a dirty little schoolgirl clock hungry slut
It took her a week to recover. Best fuck I've ever had had
I am here to relax and read which ultimately leads to masturbation. Here I get ideas, think I'm normal, and think some of my thoughts are weird, liking thinking of my boyfriend's dad to give me a big orgasm. I am a 17 yo virgin and the only sex has been with my current 16 yo boyfriend and it's pretty bland. I guess that's all the more reason I like to masterbate. That's all.
Being Asian and fat is the worst punishment. I am 19 years old and a very romantic person, but I fear or feel no body wants me and loves me because I am fat and in the future I wouldn't be able to get the type of love I want all because of my body
I'm 16 and for a while I drank a lot to get the pain to go away. I promised my self August 8th I would drink again. Its November and I can't smell alcohol with out going crazy and wanting it. I could never tell my dad. I come from a really good family, I would be a disappointment.
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