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Men, don't let the ladies out-do you. They may have leaky boobs, fat ankles, and their monthly visitor, but they've got nothing on you, and we want to hear all about it.

Did you get a boner while giving a presentation at work? Did you let out a fart while introducing yourself to your girlfriend's mother? Were you the scrawny kid in high school with the pock-marked face? Let if off your chest.

Confess, son, that's an order.
  • — Men Only —
    Straight Male / 31

    I grew up with sisters. I have seen all the tits and ass I need to see. No big deal. Maybe that is why tits and ass don't get me hard.

    #39977 — Comments (1) — Apr 15, 2018 at 9:50 PM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 34

    Fslcb

    So, I tend to have an abundance of pre-cum when Im hard. Everyone Ive been with agrees. Its just a constandt ooze dripping out. I have never needed to use lube for anything, its always enough.

    Im not really complaining, the women Ive been with have always liked it. The problem is, guys get horny all the time. At least twice a week I have to go to the bathroom or something just to try and keep dry enough to not show. The best way for that is to cum so it will stop. So I do... pretty frequently.

    #39961 — Comments (0) — Apr 13, 2018 at 11:11 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 47

    I was forced to retire when I turned 67, a small package and out the door. I moved into a small apartment in a subsidized retirement community complex. I live alone as I am divorced. I started walking to get out. I went grocery shopping, went to the mall once or twice a week. I didn't meet anyone. People just came and went.

    I was at Walmart, really just cruising the isles, I didn't need anything. I was in the plumbing section. A man, a little younger than me starting asking for advise and we got to talking. He touched me and I let him. He touched me again and put his hand on my stomach. We talked and our hands touched. We agreed to get a cup of coffee and talk about his plumbing problems. I told him about my new place. He asked if he could come see my apartment, he had driven by so many times and often wondered what the apartments were like.

    In my apartment I sucked him. It was so good to suck a man again. As I have gotten older I found that I get a lot of pleasure from that.

    He is not one of these men who wants to get going fast. We talked and he let me suck him on the couch. I got naked and asked him if he wanted to get naked with me. I love being naked with a man. We fondled, kissed and sucked, and he agreed that we could kiss. I love kissing, I need kissing, somehow kissing makes me want to have sex. We had sex in the bedroom. I love the feeling, I always have. Like I said, he is not one of those men who are into haste. He was gentle and talked to me the entire time he was having sex with me.

    He has a family so we see each other on weekends. He knows where I live so he comes by. Even if he can't stay very long, we kiss and he lets me suck him for a while. More than once I sucked a guy who got angry if he couldn't cum. It doesn't work that way. It takes a lot to help him cum, especially once you get older. He is really my only friend in this neighborhood. From time to time I call and meet up for lunch with one of the guys I worked with, but that is once a quarter. There really isn't much in common, seeing that we are generation apart in age.

    I intend to take a couple of courses at the junior college, in English literature. Retirement is not easy. The financial concerns alone make it hard. Being alone is also hard. For now I have my new friend. My family asks me if I have met a lady. I have, but right now I am not interested, right now I want to do what feels good. Kissing with my new friend and having sex with him. I need that right now, not trying to start a relationship with a lady friend.

    #39947 — Comments (1) — Apr 11, 2018 at 8:30 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 32

    My sister was a high school soccer coach and got busted for messing around with one her students. The girl's parents didn't press charges, plus she was 17, above the age, but still a problem. The whole thing was resolved when my sister resigned. She came to live with me.

    My sister is a little bit of a bitch. She doesn't work. She is the wife as far as running the house is concerned. She doesn't want any woman in her house. Now it is her house. Her view is that I should find sex somewhere, even if I have to buy it, but not to bring another woman into her house.

    She got involved for a while with this nurse. This nurse wanted to be the alpha and my sister told her to take a hike. Since then she goes out and finds a girl, usually at this lesbian dance place, brings her home and I have to deal with her later. Most of these girls fall in love at the drop of a hat. My sister wants them, but is not in love with them. Figuring out this lesbian stuff is really hard.

    I brought a woman home with me, introduced her to my sister. Reluctantly she was nice to her. Until she saw us getting serious. She is not going to have another woman live with us. The dirty low down fact is that I am not going to put my sister out on the street. I just have to find that woman that my sister will live with.

    One girl she brought home, she was a kid in college, didn't care who got her tail. I fucked her. My sister got more pissed than I had ever seen her. Seems like this lesbian thing is a not to be shared lifestyle. I really like that girl. I still see her, but don't bring her home. She is one of these college kids that lives in a world where sex is fluid between them.

    One night, I got home and my sister wasn't there and there was no dinner. She didn't answer her phone so I went out looking for her. All the usual places. There are two lesbian bars that she frequents. It is always lady's night at these bars. Anyway, I go in and find her getting serious with this girl. She ruined it for me with my lady friend, so I went up to her and told her to get her ass home and cook dinner. You should have seen the looks I got. I took her by the ear and walked her out, screaming and yelling, but I didn't let go. I laughed my ass off for several minutes. She did come home and cook dinner. She says I ruined it for her at that bar.

    Living with a lesbian is not easy. Nothing works the same. Most of the girls I have met are not keepers in any sense of the word. Some aren't even pretty.

    All in all, I am seeing the college girl. I really like her, it is not only the sex. She is bright and has a future, and she has me as a steady which keeps her off the market. When my sister finds out that this girl is moving in when she graduates next spring, all hell will be there. But this time I am putting my foot down, this one is a keeper. I want to wake up with a woman beside me and they can figure out how they are going to split the duties.

    #39942 — Comments (0) — Apr 10, 2018 at 1:18 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 48

    After I got laid off from the company I had been with for over twenty years I floated from one job to another without finding success. Along the way, at this medium sized trucking company, I took a job as Controller. The office staff was small, although the company itself had over 100 employees.

    The office manager was a lady in her mid fifties. She was still very good looking, a bit heavy in the caboose and she obviously had big breasts. She wore open shirts and her charms on her necklace would slide down her cleavage and had the habit of fishing them out. She and I got along fine. Like me, she was working where she could get a job and a job that paid well enough.

    We had lunch and she asked me to come over on Saturday for dinner. Her apartment was nice, in a well maintained complex. Her ex-husband paid alimony and with her job she lived decently well. We had wine, she had music on, we had conversation, but it was hard to get away from work. She had dinner in the oven, a casserole. Our conversation had died down and she came over to me and said for me to let her see my dick. That we had time, maybe I would like a blow job before dinner.

    I was stunned, in spite of not being exactly innocent, I had never been propositioned directly. She was insistent and she got down on the carpet and she gave me a blow job. She told me that she was going to tease me because she wanted the mother load for after dinner. For those twenty minutes until the casserole was ready she sat on the carpet and stroked and would suck my dick on and off.

    Dinner was good, we talked and she took my hand from time to time and told me that the hardest thing about being single again was not getting any and that she was looking forward to just getting a good fuck and then we could watch a movie. She didn't let me help clean up, she was quick, she had put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and she grabbed my hand and said come and eat my pussy.

    Her bedroom was pretty much a woman's bedroom, no television and heavy curtains. I was still looking around the room and she had gotten on the bed and laid back and opened her legs. See, no panties, she said, you could have fucked me anytime. Truthfully, right then I didn't know what to do. She was working her hands between her legs, not touching her pussy, but all around her thighs. I got on the end of the bed and I went down. Her pussy was wet, it was very wet, and after a few moments I was into it and she let me eat her while she played with her clit.

    She grabbed me by the hair and told me to go ahead and fuck her. She wasn't even undressed, and neither was I, I just got my pants far enough down with my shoes still on and I fucked her. Too much excitement and I finished pretty quickly, before she was able to have an orgasm. She took my clothes off, and took all of her clothes off, and we got in the bed and while she sucked on my dick she fingered herself into an orgasm.

    This woman was from California, and she told me about her wild days before she met her husband, and her wild days while she was married. She wasn't a sex addict, she was just a woman who enjoyed sex and had very few inhibitions. She was pretty much into anything that spiced things up. She liked being naked, and she liked having her breast played with. She gave me permission to do anal, but that is not my thing. We bathed together, and we had sex together, we went to the movies and we had dinner out and she prepared dinner in. She had toys, which she showed me one day, but said that as long as she had a live one, she wasn't really in need of playing with her toys.

    All in all, for many months we got along fine. At work people knew we were seeing each other, but no one cared.

    Time worked against us and after a while the steam went out of the balloon, we remained friends, but the sex came to an end. She was not going to get into a new relationship that put her alimony in jeopardy and I didn't want a commitment. I made friends with another woman, and she joked about me bringing her over for some fun together, but that never happened.

    All in all, she helped me more than anything to get my sense of being back. This helped me with my job performance and it helped me get back on track with my life. I have told her that she is good therapy.

    #39931 — Comments (0) — Apr 9, 2018 at 8:57 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 34

    During the summer of 2011 I went to Milan on a three month assignment for my company. Single and horny, and with a bit of cash, I was guaranteed, in my mind only, that I would get me some really good Italian girl and I would have the time of my life. But that did not happen.

    What happened is that I met this American girl. I will call her Samantha. She was there on her semester abroad. She was not Italian looking at all, rather very American, a rugby player in college, with broad shoulders and strong legs, a pretty face and solid chest. She looked, walked and talked like a rugby player. Nothing prim or petite about her. I didn't even make the first move.

    I met her because she was rooming in the same building I was in and we ran across each other on the way in or the way out. One night, after dark and after dinner she came to my room and knocked on the door and asked me if I wanted company. She was in shorts and a tight top and no bra. She got right to the point. She said that she had been there for seven weeks and had not been laid. I could help her and she could help me. She wanted to get laid.

    Her immediate next question, even before I had a chance to answer, was "show me your dick". I stood in my room, I had not said a word. She repeated for me to show her my dick, she said she did not do guys who had not been cut. She just drew the line, show her I was properly circumcised, before she took her clothes off, she had to make sure that she would let me put my dick in her mouth or her hole. I unzipped my pants to show her.

    She got undressed, nothing seductive or fancy, she just got naked. She asked me if I gave oral to a girls. She said she would suck my dick, but she was there to get laid. She turned down the bed, got on her back, fixed the pillow under the head and spread open her legs. Unbelievably I could not react, I could not get hard, I stayed limp. She asked me if I was gay, she thought all guys wanted pussy. She tried sucking my dick, but other than a half erection, I never got hard.

    She got dressed and told me I was a waste of time.

    After she left, after I laid in my bed, I got an erection. The type of erection I usually get. I ended up masturbating that night. When I saw her she would say hello and a couple of times she asked how my silly willy was doing.

    I returned to the States from my assignment in Milan never having met or much less tried with an Italian girl. I was completely and hopelessly taken by Sam. All I thought about was Sam. I took the initiative and went up to Indiana and went to her college and looked her up. She was embarrassed that I had come. It was fall by then and I went to see her play rugby. I had a hard on watching her. She was all muscle, hard on the field. When the game was over she came and sat beside me and asked me what I wanted. I told her I wanted another chance. She pointed to a girl down the sideline standing with the coach. She told me that was my competition.

    I took her to my hotel room, I took her clothes off. I didn't let her do it. I put my hand between her legs. I asked her to suck my dick. I got down on her and ate her pussy. I fucked her pussy and she got wet. Then I pulled out and fucked her ass. She didn't expect that, but I managed to get my dick in up to my balls and finish her off like that. I kept her head down with my hand on her neck and told her she was my bitch.

    She told me once was enough. I told her if she got out of line I would make her a bitch again. Now that we have the proper perspective on who does who, things are working out fine. She makes great pancakes on Sunday morning and she is coaching girls sports at our Junior High. She put in an order for one of her own and we working on that.

    #39830 — Comments (2) — Mar 30, 2018 at 8:51 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 29

    Need Help..

    I'm 29, Straight male.

    For sometime now, I'm attracted to a 9 year old girl. I don't know what to do.

    She lost her older brother in an accident before she was born, and maybe that is a reason, she is very attached to me.
    Her father and my father are friends.

    I meet her about twice a week. During dinner, she always asks me to go outside the apartment with her, and we sit on the stairs having food, where she is sharing stories and telling me secrets when we are alone.

    There are other kids nearby, but when no elders are around, she hugs me and asks me to carry her.


    I am supposed to see her as a kid (well she is a kid) or at best a sister who is longing for a brother.
    I am getting married in a couple of weeks to someone I'm not even attracted to. I seriously feel like a mad man.

    I hate my life. I hate feeling this way. I should be feeling attracted to the girl I'm about to marry and not a 9 year old girl.
    I don't think I can live like this. Death is got to be better than living a screwed up life, right?

    I can never do anything wrong to a kid. Two weeks back, she was asking me the meaning to the word ''Fuck"'
    I asked her, do you know how babies are made? She said ''No''
    I was very tempted to tell her the meaning and maybe kissing her. (It was like evil talking in my ear)
    But, I somehow held back and told her, ''I can't tell you. You'll learn about it when you grow up''

    I hate my self. I hate my life. I hate feeling this way. I'm trying to choose between living or dying. I will not be and can never be the one who took away the innocence of a child. I know there are many people who say they hate kids. But I love children. I care for them very much. I believe in guiding them in the right way, because they are literally our future. But this the only girl with whom I feel this way.

    You may think I'm not strong. But I am. But this feeling haunts me everyday. Living has become a daily battle.


    Guys.. Please comment.. I need help.. Please tell me what to do or what you feel..

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    Straight Male / 29

    Need Help..

    I'm 29, Straight male.

    For sometime now, I'm attracted to a 9 year old girl. I don't know what to do.

    She lost her older brother in an accident before she was born, and maybe that is a reason, she is very attached to me.
    Her father and my father are friends.

    I meet her about twice a week. During dinner, she always asks me to go outside the apartment with her, and we sit on the stairs having food, where she is sharing stories and telling me secrets when we are alone.

    There are other kids nearby, but when no elders are around, she hugs me and asks me to carry her.


    I am supposed to see her as a kid (well she is a kid) or at best a sister who is longing for a brother.
    I am getting married in a couple of weeks to someone I'm not even attracted to. I seriously feel like a mad man.

    I hate my life. I hate feeling this way. I should be feeling attracted to the girl I'm about to marry and not a 9 year old girl.
    I don't think I can live like this. Death is got to be better than living a screwed up life, right?

    I can never do anything wrong to a kid. Two weeks back, she was asking me the meaning to the word ''Fuck"'
    I asked her, do you know how babies are made? She said ''No''
    I was very tempted to tell her the meaning and maybe kissing her. (It was like evil talking in my ear)
    But, I somehow held back and told her, ''I can't tell you. You'll learn about it when you grow up''

    I hate my self. I hate my life. I hate feeling this way. I'm trying to choose between living or dying. I will not be and can never be the one who took away the innocence of a child. I know there are many people who say they hate kids. But I love children. I care for them very much. I believe in guiding them in the right way, because they are literally our future. But this the only girl with whom I feel this way.

    You may think I'm not strong. But I am. But this feeling haunts me everyday. Living has become a daily battle.

    #39816 — Comments (3) — Mar 29, 2018 at 6:56 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This. ( *** )
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    Straight Male / 47

    I had finished college and was trying to get into grad school. I took a job on campus and was living in a duplex. Next door lived a woman with a cat. She was in her early forties, worked for the county in the tax collection office. I was sitting on the stoop with a beer passing time. She came home from work and saw me and stepped over to ask me how I was doing. When she turned to go into her duplex, she said over her shoulder that anytime I wanted to play with her pussy I could. I laughed and said I didn't really care for cats. Her answer was that there was more than one kind of pussy.

    Several days later she knocked on the door and said she had prepared too much dinner and if I wanted a hot meal to come over. I never thought about the incident earlier that week, I just thought she had made too much food. Her place was nicely decorated in a feminine sort of way. It was all soft and she apologized that she didn't have a big dick chair for me. She served me some iced tea, and told me that dinner would be ready in a few minutes and we set down to talk, or rather to answer questions. She inquired or interrogated me asking a lot of questions about my personal relationships. She told me she had been married a long time ago but he had run off with the cashier at the Wynn Dixie.

    She set the table like my grandmother, with knives, forks, spoons, placemats. She said she didn't have company that often and certainly not a man to serve. She leaned over when she said that, something about how she had been born, she just had the other sort of equipment, sort of like that light switch over there, you want to plug in the light but you never think of the wall wanting to get plugged.

    The dinner was good, it was a chicken pot pie, and it was good. She served me twice, telling me that she liked to watch a man eat. She hinted that she had something special for desert. Something she was sure a man like me would like. She asked me to guess, what would a man like me really like for desert? I went through apple pie, chocolate cake, brownies, vanilla ice cream, but all she said was nope. She leaned over again and said she had something much better, she had pussy pie for me, and I could eat as much as I wanted because it didn't have any calories, and after I finished eating I could plug in the light.

    I sat at the table while she picked up, she finished washing the dishes while I drank a cup of coffee. She dried her hands on her apron and walked over and lifted her dress up and she was bare naked underneath. She had cleaned off the table and she took the coffee cup out of my hand and worked her way between me and the table and sat down and pulled her dress up over her knees and spread her legs and told me that I could eat as much pussy pie as I wanted.

    I stared, I still have that image in my mind, those were the days when a woman didn't mow her lawn, she let me look for a while, I don't know, a minute maybe. Her next comment was that she had fixed that dinner and she had fed me and she wanted my big dick, but first she wanted me to eat her pussy pie. With my head down all I could think of was bobbing for apples when I was in cub scouts, I held my breath and went in.

    Her pie was so delicious, moist and warm, and she presented in such a manner that I couldn't get my fill. She counted the minutes and when I came up for air, she would count to three and down I went again. Until I came up for air and grabbing me by the hair she told me to go ahead and give her that bid dick of mine, just shove it in and light her up. I fucked her on the kitchen table, the same table she had set so nicely for dinner, I fucked her with all my might, until I was done and she said she liked cream in her pussy.

    For all the time I lived in that duplex I ate dinner with her. I thought that as at 23 I had fucked all I could fuck, that I knew all about things to do with a woman, but I was wrong. She had lots of tricks up her sleeve, whether it was being my maid, or my teacher, or my mother, she always had a game to play, like the day she got down on her hands and knees and pretended to look for a book on the bottom shelf, with her dress up high, and her full womanhood screaming at me to get fucked.

    With that lady I grew up. I hate to admit it, but finding another lady like her has not been a successful hunt. Half the time when I am mounted up, I am thinking of her and not the mare I have with me right them. And not to be left aside, that lady could cook.

    #39803 — Comments (0) — Mar 28, 2018 at 8:36 AM — That's Juicy! (13) Remove This.
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 47

    Everybody sins. I grew up fairly OK. When I went to college I made friends with this guy who liked to kid around, like jump on you and hold you down. He got himself on me and would ride me hard, shoving himself on me, getting my pants down, until one day he got what wanted and told me victory was his.

    He went to Belize where his parents had a house. He told me to come down. It was sex all day long, by then I knew how to lay down, how to let him do what he wanted, how to be prepared for him. I stayed there with him for four months. When I told him I was going back to finish college he treated me like a traitor.

    I went back, managed to get back in to college and finished up. I met a girl at my first job, she was all sorts of different. She came from a small town in Louisiana, she wore jeans and cowboy boots when she wasn't at work, she liked going to C&W clubs, she liked having her pants pulled down and getting fucked with her boots on while she kneeled and held herself up on her elbows. She was fairly possessive, overly jealous. If she thought I was loosing interest, she responded by being overly woman, cleaning my apartment, getting my laundry done, and giving blow jobs.

    That affair lasted a year and half.

    I met this other girl, she was 24. She came from a Catholic family, she was big into church. I didn't really know she was a virgin. Once she had sex she had to get married and fast, the sin was more than she could take. I never loved her, but I married her and once married she did what she had been taught to do, she had kids and I found myself with a mortgage, a wife, three kids. Catholic girls don't get divorced. I know now that when she got married she didn't love me either, it is just that she was Catholic and she had sex, and if she was married then she was going to have kids. Anyway she is still my wife.

    I took a job that made more money, I needed it, but it required lots of travel. I was gone 180 days a year, but she could stay home and raise the kids. When I got home from a long trip, she fixed a home cooked dinner, had something planned with the kids, got them off to bed and got naked and would lay spread eagled out on the bed. No blow job, no kissing, no rubbing, just fuck her and get it out of the way. Catholic girls are into duty, she never has been a lover.

    I got a lover ten years into the marriage. She was an Irish girl, with freckles and red hair. After being married for ten years to a Hispanic Catholic girl, with deep dark hair and brown eyes and black big bush, fucking an Irish girl with green eyes, red hair and a wispy light red bush, her pussy lips clearly visible, it was like having a treat. But the Irish girl was also a Catholic, just not so inclined, until she got pregnant. Catholic girls get pregnant. They are programmed to get pregnant. Created a huge mess, having those two girls arguing over child support, day care, watching the baby, it was a good thing that I had a job that kept me on the road, I let them figure it out. Four kids, three with dark hair, mother's looks, and this literally little red haired step child, with bright green eyes. Turns out that my grandmother Scott heritage came out.

    During those years I fucked them both. One would lay out like a duty bound doll, the other would suck till she got me to cum, liked having it hard, the other was all duty, one was ashamed to have me look at her pussy, the other would pull up her skirt and show me what she had waiting for me that night. Two Catholic girls, one Hispanic, the other one Irish, who loved/hated each other but made sure that if I wasn't with one, I was with the other. And that cute, beautiful little red headed child. Her eyes lit up the room, and she knew it.

    But things started to change as I got older. I met an Englishman in the bar at a hotel in Hong Kong. He put on a press, got me up to his room, and at fifty I sucked him hard, and I remembered well my days in college and I got back into the habit. Today I am friends with a man who I met at a civic affair, he owns and runs a garage door franchise, he is the man in charge and I am his suckling pig like I was in college. Good thing I am no longer traveling. My wife and my Irish girlfriend are even more Catholic now. The two of them get along, I don't think they believe they should, but that is what their fate is, to be together as friends. I don't get any sex from them now, they are both of the opinion they did their duty, they had the babies. So I go out and have a few beers, play a round of golf, and get together with my friend and we have some man friend time. Back to basics, back to the times with my friend from college.

    That is my life's passage, the sins of your past come back to you, you got to do what you like. It is a good cover to have a friend that likes to play golf.

    #39737 — Comments (1) — Mar 22, 2018 at 10:18 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
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