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Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Where you forced out by an unfortunate circumstance? Did you come out on your own terms. What and how did you finally come out? To who?

- Out of the Closet -
Gay Male / 44

Outed In Mexico

I caution that my story starts with being witness to a narco atrocity in Mexico. The incident, nice word for a m****r, occurred ten feet in front of me. A hit. On purpose so their message gets out. A young woman in her twenties.

I had to stay over for questioning. My family was allowed to leave, a drive to Cancun, a flight home. Alone at the hotel I moved out of the suite into a small bedroom, with a view of the parking garage and the dumpster. I didn't sleep, my head didn't let me. I went for a walk on the beach. A fellow turista was out, a Frenchman, for him it was early afternoon on his clock. We sat on the beach in the moonlight.

What happened next was unexpected, unplanned, but nevertheless happened. Under the quiet sounds of the surf I found myself giving him a blowjob. It was exhilarating, what with the stress I was under. Oblivious, we got into a compromising position, a well deserved fuck when the cop with the flashlight hit him knocking him out from the blow to the head.

I was being observed, followed. Sex on the beach between two men was just too good to pass up. What you do in your room is one thing, anal intercourse out in the open another. No fine, a year in jail. And the exposure to my family. The Frenchman had better connections, he was deported.

I'm 'out' now, what choice did I have. A sum of money got me out after four months, leave, don't come back. No words explain it to your wife or children. The word gets out, I had to elect another place to work. I'm okay, more or less, in spite of the experience. It did remove me from the list of interested parties with the m****red woman.

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# 71402 - by Gringo / May 12, 2024
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Gay Male / 60

    I'm Moving To Be With Someone I Can Share Time With

    I have a hard time giving or accepting love. It's my childhood, my father abandoned us before I was old enough to remember him and our mother was distant and uninvolved. For all of my growing up years she never had a nice thing to say, especially when it came to men. Later in my teen years my friends would say that she was frustrated or that she was a lesbian. Both wrang true to me.

    Once I turned 18 I was old enough to join the Navy and I ran into a whole society of men. Men in authority, from petty men to the brass. There was always someone telling me what to do. Even how to do it, how to wipe my ass. There were also women who told me what to do, but what I remember is the men.

    I suppose that during the twenty years I was in the Navy more than once I sucked dick. Especially when I was young. As an older man younger men sucked my dick. It was a pecking order thing, you showed respect with a dick in your mouth.

    When I got out of the Navy, I'm an electrician by trade, I went to work for a large property management company in the Bay area. So many dicks. It was impossible to stay straight. The more I sucked the gayer I got. Finally one night after a tumble with a man who did what he wanted I had to admit to myself that I was gay. Only a gay man would like that.

    I met a man and I went with him to Puerto Vallarta where he had a time share. The gay scene was wild and I got hooked. I retired recently. With my pension from the Navy and with my retirement savings I am moving to Puerto Vallarta. I found a nice condo, small but serviceable for a single man. I will probably open up some form of an electrician business, but time will tell. For now I'm going to bask in the company of a certain gay man I met there, I have a good friend there now. Maybe it's time to accept love, at least I think it's love.

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    # 71390 - by Mike / May 12, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Gay Male / 51

    Then One Day I Experienced Raw Sexual Pleasure

    I come from a family of five boys, stay at home mother, teacher coach father. Frugal is a word we grew up with. We all mowed lawns, worked Dairy Queen, older we worked for the highway department where our uncle was a crew boss. Church was our social circle, girls were respected, you can see but don't touch. I was a virgin when I got my first job after college.

    I went to work for a regional oil company in internal audit, and shared an office with one other incoming auditor. In my case a girl from Louisiana. We talked during the day and she learned I had never seen a naked girl. She closed the door and said that was all wrong and worked her panties off from under her skirt. Standing beside my chair she pulled up her skirt reconfirming I had never seen a girl's pussy. She took my hand and rubbed her pussy with it, took a finger and outlined her slit and told me everything that was juicy was inside.

    My throat was dry, my heart racing, she got between me and my desk, pulled her skirt up over her ass and bent over. 'Come on spank me' and 'harder, leave your handprint on me'. It's how girls get all wet for you. 'Come on do it, you'll see how wet I get, then you can fuck me'.

    I went home that afternoon having lost my virginity and my officemate claimed me as her boyfriend. She had plans everyday, I went with her. Sex was an everyday affair, slapping her naked butt, whether she was standing barefoot and bare assed at the stove. Oral sex was a constant, I learned how to eat her oyster as she sat before me on the table.

    Then out of the blue she tells me she's pregnant, and we have to get married. 23 with a pregnant girlfriend was hard for my family to stomach. In fact, my mother outright accused her of being a gold digger.

    Move ahead to when I was 35, she was at home with two children, I was in Venezuela. A man I had met at the hotel in the bar walked back to my room with me. At the door he grabbed my crotch and kissed me. Pushing me into my room slamming the door closed behind us, he was all over me, kissing me, getting my pants off. Sucking my hard dick, fingering my asshole. With his pants off he got on top of me. I had cum all over me, he took some to rub in my asshole, and with him on top of me he thrust his dick inside me.

    For the first time in my life I was totally aroused sexually, I looked at this thick dick wanting to suck him. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to fuck me again. His hands on me felt good, his warm body beside me.

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    # 71340 - by Chet / May 9, 2024
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Female / 26

    When You Get Pregnant With Another Girl By Your Side...

    I did ok in college and graduated with a degree in Finance and a 3.7 GPA. All is well, except I also graduated six weeks pregnant. I knew it, but didn't believe it. It was confirmation by a doctor that made me throw up. The guy, it's always about whose the guy? Why? Because he has to pay child support, that's why. It better be a guy with a STEM degree and not a Political Science degree.

    I went round and round on the abortion question. I said I would do it, and I chickened out. I never went to actually see about an abortion. All that religious training kicked in, it's a baby, don't kill it. I could never kill it. Not even close. Whatever happened to me it was going to happen to me. Many girls have babies and go on with their lives. Better talk to my mother now and not wait any longer.

    The embarrassment was that I didn't know who the guy is. It was dark, I was drunk, it was party time, I got laid on a bed with another girl getting laid. The guys got off and walked out laughing, off to find another girl to fuck. The only name I got was her name, Louise M. I contacted her. No she wasn't pregnant. Good luck. She really meant it.

    The sum of it all is that I did have the baby and everything was all right. The pregnancy was easy, even the whole ordeal of giving birth was not like people tell you. The baby slipped out, and that was that. My mother works so I had to find a sitter. I talked to Louise while I was doing my best to breast feed and she said to come live with her, after all she her mother too, seeing as we had been there together when it happened.

    Louise is real maternal, far more so than I am. Except for putting the baby to my tit for me to feed her, she did all the other things mothers do. Louise didn't like sleeping alone so she joined me and the baby, until we decided to put the baby in Louise's room. Louise has a real attraction for me, like me her one and only time was that night. I gave into Louise, why not.

    It wasn't until Baby Jen was two that we started talking about number two. Louise should have the sibling. But Louise wanted me to have the sibling. I insisted. We agreed to let the donor have sex with both of us and whoever got pregnant got pregnant. We had the donor over for that one night and we went one after the other. Maybe that's why I got pregnant again, I went first. But Louise got pregnant too. Donors are usually studs. So we had to pay for two.

    All in all I don't think I would have ever ended up in a same sex relationship had I not gotten pregnant that night with Louise. According to her that's when she fell in love with me. Same sex is ok, I don't need to have some guy telling me what to do. And I like being intimate with Louise, far more than I do with some guy I hardly know.

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    # 71303 - by El / May 6, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 58

    Waited And Waited, Until I Went Ahead And Did It

    Going on fifty I decided to give in to my long held fantasy. I was scheduled for a conference in Miami and took time to get mentally situated. I went on a dating web site for older gay men and lined up a 'date' to test the waters.

    The man showed up on time, we had previously agreed on when, where, and what we were wearing. The fellow wasn't out of the closet, so discretion was paramount. We went to a nice restaurant for dinner. We talked, general topics. It wasn't till after dinner that we talked on the subject. Like me, it was his first 'date'.

    We stayed in touch casually. I had a conference in Orlando and asked him to come. He agreed and we both checked in. After dinner we went to my room, we were committed to take the next step. It was awkward, and took quite a bit of time to actually suck each other's dick. Maybe I was braver, or was more willing. The more I sucked on him, with my eyes closed, the more I liked it. He shot his load. And just like that I had crossed the invisible barrier.

    Later, a year later, I was in LA for a long weekend. Same website, I set up a 'date', this time the fellow was experienced. Oral was just right, I wanted him to vum in my mouth. But he had other ideas. Before long I was face down on a towel, his dick deep in my anus, experiencing the 'most amazing' feeling.

    I'm experienced now, both with internet dating, and in person pickups. I'm sexually a bottom, I enjoy being penetrated. Like so many, an avid cock sucker. My regret is waiting until I was fifty before giving in to my feelings.

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    # 71156 - by Gavin / April 25, 2024
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Lesbian Female / 38

    A Lucky Trip And New Experience And All I Can Say Is I Like It

    I won a cruise at a company team building function. It was limited in scope and time and after not being able to get off enough days and not lining up anyone to go with me, I opted for a four day cruse to Mexico and back.

    Traveling alone has never been an issue for me, I travel often for business. But this wasn't business, it was vacation. Not only for me, but for everyone else on board. I am not a babe, never was. I'm what you call a milk cow, overweight a bit, and self conscious. I have never been able to get comfortable with my breasts. I walked out to the pool area, in shorts and shirt, and walked around noticing that there wasn't the scene I expected. Beautiful people. Everyone was a bit overweight and wore one piece bathing suits and the men were to say the least pot bellied. Some women were pretty endowed, huge milk cow breasts, which they swung around with plenty of cleavage.

    Why that attracted me I don't know. But all those women, larger women, in bathing suits, their large breasts, got my attention. I decided to throw caution to the winds, and returned to the pool in a bathing suit. I got into the pool and held onto the edge, my breasts floating in front of me. It felt good. Always aware of men staring, in the pool I was the one staring, and I caught the eyes of a woman. After a while she floated over and said hi, we talked a little, she was there with a group of friends, and discovering I was traveling alone she invited me to join them, the more the merrier.

    She invited me to that night's mixer, for the LGBT crowd. I held my breath and didn't burb out that I wasn't LGBT. But those breasts, floating in front of me, and my breasts which grabbed her attention. I was alone, no one knew me. I said thanks. That night in the dinning room I was sat alone. She came up and asked me to join their table, four women who were about as obvious a group of lesbians I had ever seen face to face. She sat me beside her. She touched my hand, She asked me for my cabin number. She told me she would stop by on the way up to the mixer.

    She wore shorts, tight. She wore a spaghetti strap cotton top, no bra. Her nipples fighting the fabric, the sides of her breasts fighting to be let loose. She told me to lose the bra, let those puppies out, let's have fun. I was uncomfortable, but everyone was there was dressed to show. Tight pants, breasts out and about. Women kissing, dancing, holding hands. One woman mouthing another one, her hand under her top. Somewhere else were the gay men, I didn't notice. I was being kissed. A hand searching between my legs.

    That night in my small cabin, my breasts out to the world, her breasts in my face we were kissing and touching and she wanted to eat out. Her mouth was hot and her tongue penetrated me, I hadn't been fucked in so long, and here she was fucking me with her tongue. I ate pussy, two women in their late thirties, big milk cow women, eating pussy, kissing, grabbing those bountiful breasts, rolling all over each other, fingering, achieving orgasms. It was sex for sex' sake. We laid in our thoughts, naked and breathing hard. Our milk cow breasts rising and falling. Oh, those big brown nipples. I had to kiss her.

    Four nights, four nights of nothing but raw sex. And some raw sex in the afternoon. Bathing in the swimming pool, our breasts floating and touching in the water. The LGBT mixers every night a chance to just lay back, kiss and dance together. Oh, those small women, flat chested women, pretending that they could carry it off. And those butch and dykes eating them up. I could only imagine how their pussies were being abused. In the meantime, me and my new friend, a dyke herself, worked for the State in Human Resources, happy to have found a new girlfriend for the trip.

    I'm not gay, I'm not a lesbian. I'm a milk cow breasted woman who needed a little diversion in my life. And why not with a woman who was proud of her breasts and wanted me to show my off so the other women could see that she had landed a prize on the trip. Almost a week of spending time with nothing but lesbians, on a trip to have fun, to find a lose catch to eat out.

    I went to Austin the other weekend and she took me around the gay scene, a few young college types, but most are women past those days, just fun loving women, getting lucky and going home with a broad at night. I was the date and I was on the arm and I kissed her and didn't break off when she kissed me back and grabbed my breast in her hand.

    I can't deny that the bandaid has been pulled off, and I am open to a new relationship dynamic.

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    # 71033 - by Virginia / April 15, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Gay Male / 64

    After A Lifetime I Was Able To Again Enjoy Sex With Another Man

    My first overt sexual event was sucking my friend in the fourth grade. He also took it upon himself to pin me down and rub his dick against my butt hole. We didn't manage penetration, he had a dry orgasm, and I learned that I really liked it, really liked it.

    Over the years I had various girlfriends, married a woman from work, had a career, and managed to put my kids through college without debt to saddle them down.

    I was on a trip to Mexico looking at a location to build a distribution warehouse in Monterrey. I went to this nearby restaurant that I had gone to several times before, it was Mexican hours, around ten pm. The waiter was nice and made small talk to me, my Spanish is now passable and I can carry on a decent superficial conversation. Among other things I told him where I was staying and he told me where he lived. I left him a bit better tip when I finally broke off and went back to the hotel.

    At around one in the morning there was a knock at the door, and this man was there offering to keep me company, he said he understood how lonely a man can get. I guess he was in his late forties, about ten years younger. Dressed in his regular clothes he was at that time at night a rather nice looking man. I let him in out of the hall and we talked, I was already half undressed, in my jokey shorts and t-shirt. He walked up to me and asked me if I wanted to kiss.

    Waves of desire came over me, waves, anxious waves as we kissed standing at the edge of the bed, he took the initiative and I was soon on my back and he was pulling off my jokey shorts. His hands were smooth and his mouth was hot on my penis as he drew out an erection, I hadn't noticed that he had gotten out of his pants and stopped for a quick moment to push his briefs off. His erection rubbed against my leg, then he sat up to get his shirt off and helped me out of my t-shirt and he lay beside me to kiss and let our erect penises touch.

    Much like that experience when I was in grade school, it all felt so good I didn't want it to stop. Much like my experience in grade school he took charge and I was his to have sex with. It wasn't long before I was sucking on his penis and his hands were all over my back encouraging me to be thorough. Out of nowhere he got urgent, and with a spit into his hand he rubbed his finger into my ass. Forget about bending over for a doctor's examination, this was the real thing, he pushed his penis into me until he was far enough in to be able to fuck.

    I slept that night with a man beside me, his warm body against mine. I woke up to a man with an erection and I gave him a long attentive blowjob, an unlike my friend in grade school, his was not a dry orgasm. We did shower together and kissed under the hot the water. We went out to have breakfast and agreed to see each other again that night.

    It was the pandemic, and the resultant loss of my job that broke us up. But before the pandemic I was in Monterrey several times a year and I was able to really get to know him and learn a lot about myself.

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    # 70716 - by Rick / March 25, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Straight Male / 33

    Finally Gave In

    I’ve never had an experience with the opposite sex in my entire life until recently. I’ve never been attracted to men at all, even ones that look extremely good. I’ve never thought, oh hey, he looks good, I wanna do stuff with him. It just never happened and I’ve only ever been attracted to women. Recently though, I’ve had these weird feelings. I’m still not attracted to men at all, but I’m attracted to…..dick? Idk it happened because I recently got interested in trans females like a few years ago. I would always want to see their things. It turned me on strangely. I had chances to meet up with one but I always backed out because I was scared. Then recently I got into contact with one who was very pretty. Passable as a female. She was close, 30 minutes. I got into my car. Heart pounding. Got to her place. She texted me which door it was. I went in and she said she was upstairs. I walked upstairs and she was standing with the bathroom door open. Completely naked. I saw it. I started to breath heavy. Then she walked me into the room. She was very sweet and gentle.

    At this point, I completely gave in to my desires and I layed on her bed with my head against the headboard. I asked her to get on top of me and put it in my mouth. It wasn’t really hard yet. I opened up and slowly started sucking. It was decent size. Like maybe 5 inches. She was rocking slowly.

    I could feel it hardening. Which made me hard as a rock. I realized that I was completely her bitch at this point and would do anything. I looked up at her and she was smiling. I could feel her soft, rubbery head against my lips. She then reached over and pulled my underwear down and started to play with it slowly as I still had it in my mouth

    About 10 minutes later of sucking, I pulled off and went to her balls. I was in heaven. Something inside of me was completely letting go.

    I thought about how this should end. I wasn’t ready for sex or anything but I wanted to make her cum. I was trying to decide if I wanted it or not. I said, what the heck. And then I started to go faster and harder. She moaned. A few minutes later, she said she was gonna cum. I went faster and then she let out a big moan, and I felt her warm, buttery juice spread over my tongue. I continued and licked the tip. After I continued to suck it a little. I just couldn’t stop. I told her I loved her cum and she said, yeah did it taste good?

    After I was done, she was very sweet and nice. Greatest experience of my life. I want to do it again so badly. I think ima see her again. Idk who I am or what I want but I’m just gonna let go and enjoy life.

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    # 70635 - by An0nym0uz21 / March 19, 2024
    - Out of the Closet -
    Lesbian Female / 33

    From Church To The Gates Of Hell

    As a child I was very religious, it was my social and spiritual life. In my mid teens I had my first sexual experience with another girl. I was full of regret, fear and hated myself for it. I became even more religious, I knew that I was going to hell for what I had done. I went to college to a midsized state school and I got into a short affair with another girl there. I was the passive partner, she wanted a lot more. But during that affair I had to admit to myself that I was not straight, and this wasn't ever going away. Breaking up with her was hard, I just couldn't bring myself to doing things, even if I did let her do things to me.

    I got a job in the accounting department of a large funeral company. About as boring as it sounds. It paid moderately well, no one was a superstar. I joined a church of my denomination and volunteered with several of their outreach programs. At church I met this girl who worked at a Christian broadcasting network and we had an affair. Like me she was upset about being that way and we consoled each other, but we fell into periods of reckless sex for days on end. I did do things with her, not take the initiative but respond to her and do things I wanted to do with my college girlfriend but could never work up the nerve to go through with it.

    Our relationship was Christian, we did not live together. We didn't have any other sexual outlet but each other and we went from long periods of trying to control ourselves to short periods of outright sex in the ways that proper ladies should never behave. What we saw we imitated. We never did associate or hang out at venues where other girls like us congregated, we just could not do it. But we did drive by, and we stood by during Pride week one year, disguised so we couldn't be recognized. Seeing other girls kissing in public, other girls carrying signs, some girls went bare breasted out in the open. We knew we were lesbians.

    I met a man at work, a little older than me and in one off hand conversation he told me that he had to take some out of town clients to a men's club, and how this one man kept ordering up women to dance, by the shape and size of their tits. During his telling me this I became aroused at the thought. I asked him if women ever went to these clubs? He said from time to time he saw some women there and he offered to take me. He ordered up the girls to give me lap dances, called them out by their tits. The dancers knew immediately that I was the one getting aroused by their performance. He spent over four hundred dollars and he demanded I pay him back in kind.

    I lost my virginity that night to him, he demanded I be totally naked and I lean over him feeding him my tits. He demanded I bend over him to give him orals sex while I had my legs open over his face, where he pulled me down to lick me. He demanded that I shower with him in the morning and he had sex with me leaning against the wall. All in all he had several opportunities to leave his sperm in me and I came away from it pregnant.

    He took me and my girlfriend to men's clubs all over town. Live sex shows and totally nude girls at trucker's strip clubs. We had girls who allowed us to pull on their G-strings to get a good look, and others who straddled us and danced their tits in our face. It was an obsession, all along I got more and more pregnant. My girlfriend and I became more and more uninhibited, especially around my pregnant pussy which was always on fire for her. He took us to this bar in the gay part of town, it was a lesbian bar where girls were dancing and picking up chicks. Watching girls dancing like that awakened something inside of me, and even with a pregnant belly I danced with my girlfriend, and he sat and watched us.

    Over those months he spent a whole lot of money on us, and took it back in kind. My girlfriend had time to get on birth control and avoided getting pregnant. He had sex with me well into my last month, turning his attention to my girlfriend until I was back recovered for him to have sex with me again.

    My daughter is now four, my girlfriend and I live together. She doesn't work for the Christian broadcasting company and I'm a part time worker at my old job. He takes full advantage of having us and we give him what he wants. No one from my teen years would recognize me now. I'm long past regret and have accepted that I'm a lesbian and live mostly off a man who pays the big bills and has sex with us when he wants.

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    # 70594 - by Marsha / March 17, 2024
    • - Out of the Closet -
    Bi-Sexual Male / 45

    My First Guy On Guy

    I have been fantasizing about being with another man. My wife wanted me to go for it. We both went out to party one night and hooked up with a bi male. We went to our hotel room and got naked my wife sucked us both and we fucked her hard. She looked at me and said suck his cock and let him fuck your ass. So I started sucking and jacking his cock it tasted so good I went on for awhile and he said I’m about to cum so I sucked faster and he exploded in my throat oh the taste of cum was amazing. I swallowed every drop. I kept sucking him until he was hard again then I got on my hands and knees and begged him to fuck my ass he slowly pushed his big cock in and started pounding me. I said fuck me hard with your big cock and fill my ass with hot cum. My wife loved it. He yelled I’m cumming and I could feel his cock pulse cum in me it was awesome. What an experience.

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    # 70551 - by Nick / March 13, 2024
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