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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.
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    Straight Male / 54

    I grew up in a small town in East Texas near the Louisiana border. My father was clerk for the city and my mother was a homemaker. I was their only child and our only entertainment was church. The school board decided to bring two high schools together because there were too few kids for each, for me it meant riding the bus forty five minutes each way. At the new high school, which meant we now were merged with kids from another town, I got in trouble. It happened at one of the track and field events, at that time I ran track. She was there, her name is Sarah and she was the daughter of the town bank president, she lived in the big house over by the lake. She had a maid and this black man that drove her mother around. That day at the track meet I took her with me into the building to find a restroom for her. I took her to the restroom that the coach used, not the girl's restroom in the building. I told her I wanted to watch, I had never seen a girl use the toilet. I took out my pee stick and peed first, showing her how it was done, I showed her my pee stick and let her touch it. Then it was her turn and she looked at me with crazy eyes and she pushed her pants and panties down and sat down to pee. I wanted to see her pee so I opened her knees and she peed all the way and her eyes watered up. When she stood I examined her, touching her with my fingers and looking at her. I took my pee stick out and pushed it up against her, she stepped back and fell back on the toilet. I told her to kiss my pee stick and she did. I rubbed her lips and she twirked her tongue like a snake to lick it and I was hard by then. I pushed my pee stick into her mouth, she more or less gagged so I pulled it out. I stood her up from the toilet and I put the lid down and sat down and turned her around and licked on her slit through her bush, I held her butt cheeks in my hand and dug my nose and mouth into her. I then stuck my hand up between her legs and ran a finger deep into her vagina, I got her to kick off her pants and got on my knees and lowered her panties until she got them off one of her feet, licking and sucking on her pussy all the time. The world could have come to an end but there was only one thing that was going to happen, right there on the bathroom floor. She took it with her legs wide open and I fucked her as deep as I could until I just came with all my dick snot going up high inside her pussy. When I was done I stood more or less and helped her stand and let her lean on me as she got her panties back on and then her pants and slip on her shoes.

    The judge yelled at me, and kept telling her just how sorry he was that she was in this predicament, but the law was the law and taking into consideration who she was and all he was going to allow her to get married instead of sending me to reform school and sending her to a home for unwed mothers. Me, well he gave me a lecture on that fact that I was now responsible for a family and if I messed up just once he was going to take matters by the letter of the law and I was going to reform school. The judge officiated at the ceremony in his office, her mother wore black with a veil and her father stood stiff as a board. My mother cried and my father slapped me on the back and told me I had screwed up and now I had responsibilities. This was serious, she couldn't possibly come live with my parents, not in our town and certainly not in our small house so the only answer was that I had to move in with her and her father made sure I had a job as a clerk in the bank. Life in her house was bad for me, a regular 64 dollar prison, they had color television and we didn't have to share a bathroom and there was a maid to clean up and wash the clothes and make the bed. I won't go on about how it was but one day she and I had snuck off after dinner and we were necking and getting serious when her mother walked in on us an she started to yell. Her father came in and told her mother that she was a woman now and anything that I did to her was legal.

    Anyway that is how I got in trouble in the ninth grade with a seventh grade girl. She tells the story different, not quite like that, she tells a more romantic story but there was no romance that day at the track meet, there wasn't nothing but lust in my loins and she was the object of that lust.

    #43306 — Comments (0) — Feb 8, 2019 at 3:15 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 50

    I grew up in a small town in a small catholic country. Our family owned the small hotel and restaurant in town and my grandfather had been mayor and my father was mayor at that time. We had one Catholic church and we attended the Catholic school. Everyone knew each other, everyone knew each other's younger and older brothers and sisters. Everyone each other's parents and grandparents. It was a small town.

    My cousin who was in the second year of secondary school told me that she knew of a girl who was the girlfriend of the Nun that taught social studies. She said that her friend told her everything and she told me in great detail what the girl did with the Nun. It would be many years later that I would learn that my cousin was the girl but I never knew at that time. I apologized to her and she told me not to worry about it, she wasn't the only one and if that is why she liked to be with girls or maybe because she liked to be with girls the Nun picked her, on one will ever know. I didn't know until that day that I apologized to her that she liked to be with girls.

    My cousin liked to tease me, tell me stories about what she did with girls, what felt good to do and what she sometimes had to submit to. But one thing was always the same, she loved to kiss girls, she is and always has been very romantic. We were at university at the time and she let me meet her girlfriend. She was from another town and they lived in the same student house. If you walked down the street you would never guess that either girl would be like other girls. But they did and they proved it to me by kissing right in front of me. It was from my cousin and her stories and her telling me what she liked that she taught me what to do.

    I met this girl at a party. She was from another town, her parents were Italians just like us, she had something about her and after several times going out with her I was able to convince her to go with me to this small hotel close to the university, it was well know for taking girls there. The room was small and there was only a bed and a small washroom. She told me I was crazy she wasn't a whore and she left. The next time I convinced her to be alone with me was after a party and we went out into the gardens and she let me kiss her. I let my hands find her shirt buttons and unbuttoned her shirt and she let me kiss her breast. The third time I invited her to the movies and I had rented a room at a nice hotel and after the movies I took her there and she let me take off her clothes and make love to her. I did everything my cousin told me about, things my cousin had told me that felt good to girls.

    I had finally at the age of 21 lost my virginity. The first person I told was my cousin. She laughed and told me that if I had wanted to lose my virginity why hadn't I told her, that was what she was for. My cousin found another girl, she was the daughter of a doctor and lived at home with her parents. That made it difficult for them to get together. My cousin asked me to take her out, her parents would let her go out with me and that way I was able to let my cousin and her friend get together. More than once I rented a room at that hotel where I made love for the first time. Only this was for my cousin and her girlfriend.

    We graduated from university and it was time to get married and I asked my girlfriend and she agreed and we had a traditional wedding. We invited my cousin and her girlfriend and I made arrangements for them to see each other on our wedding night. My wife and I stayed very close to my cousin and her girlfriend, as we grew up they kept their relationship pretending to be good friends and my cousin lived with us and her girlfriend lived with her parents. For many of us, we all knew they were together but it wasn't something you could talk about. My wife was very close to my cousin and our home was a safe place for them to be together.

    It was sometime later, when I was in my forties that a friend of mine from my school days told me that he joined the Opus Dei. This was very religious and he told me that he had wanted to be a priest but his parents had said no. He also told me that he was gay. It doesn't matter how much you want to act normal, you can't. I didn't know what to say, I knew my cousin was a gay woman, but him gay? And he wanted to be a priest and he joined the Opus Dei? He told me not to worry, he wasn't alone. Today it doesn't surprised me, but then it did.

    My son is gay, he is in New York and he works for a shipping company. It was my cousin who helped us. We live in Miami now and there are gay people everywhere, but it is different when your son tells you he is gay, especially that he is gay and he is the boyfriend not the man. I have not yet come to accept that he is gay, I never had to accept that my cousin was gay, it just wasn't something that bothered me that she loved another girl and my wife and I did everything we could for them to be together. It does bother me that my son likes a man and to tell the truth I don't like him. I prefer that I never see him. It bothers me that my school friend is gay and he is in the Opus Dei.

    #43299 — Comments (0) — Feb 8, 2019 at 10:42 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 18

    I'm almost 19 & I always thought I was straight until last November. I've had two girlfriends since I was 15 & I had good sex with both. I wasn't dating them at the same time. When I fap, I always think of stuff anyone would consider straight. Sometimes I just do it fast though to get off not even thinking much about any fantasy. Last November, I went with my parents to visit my grandparent who lives a long ways away. We went by car & it was a long drive. We had to stay at a hotel one night after driving all day then we got there later afternoon the next day. We made lots of stops mostly because of my mom. She always has to get to a restroom. There was this huge gas station place. That type where those big trucks pull in on the back side & everyone else on the other side. There was a fast food place in there & also a restaurant. My parents had us eat in that restaurant & we were there a while. I was horny like always because I need to get off two times a day. I said that I gotta use the restroom. I just needed to piss & then get off.


    There were stalls that have real doors without those cracks down the sides but because of I figure keeping air circulating, there was maybe 1 ft of space between each one once you're inside. You can tell if someone is in another one by movement or noise. I cleaned the toilet seat then sat there to fap after I pissed. I was trying to do it in a quiet way because I didn't want anyone to know what I was doing. That's when I saw part of the leg from the guy in the stall next to mine. His jeans were all the way to his shoes on his right side like he had them off just hanging there & I heard noise like when you fap. I looked down a little just to see if I was hearing things or not & I saw an obvious shadow of him doing it. You could really see his dick & his hand going fast up & down in a shadow. He kept shaking it in a strange way like just shaking his dick around more than rubbing it. Maybe it was just the shadow but it looked like that guy had a huge dick. He then started more rubbing it to fap & I heard him move & the seat made a noise. He got up fast & stood there. You could see he was doing it real fast then & he even moaned. His stuff came out but he missed the toilet some because some was hitting the floor. For some reason, that turned me on so much that I didn't even care if anyone heard me then. I started fapping mine fast & it came so hard. It's not like I wanted to suck his dick or do anything with him or his dick but it made me so turned on from what I heard & saw that I had a strong orgasm so now, I'm worried some if maybe I could be bi sexual. I don't have anything against gays but for me to think I might be at least bi kind of worries me. I wouldn't want to date a guy so I don't know what's going on now with me. I've thought about this a lot since last year. I still get turned on thinking about that in that restroom.

    #43249 — Comments (2) — Feb 4, 2019 at 3:51 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 22

    I've been living with my dad since I was 18 and met and liked his girlfriend Jenna. When she moved in with us last year I now like her much more. My dad is 45 and Jenna in 37 and exceptionally good looking. My dad is a fireman and works crazy hours and I am here alone with Jenna often. She thinks nothing of me seeing her with only a bath towel around her and I can tell if she has underwear on with her night shirts. Its rare but over the last year I have seen her naked 7 times but only once she knew I did. When my dad works nights she is in the kitchen making cookies and cakes all the time. I go out on the back patio and watch her and a lot of times when she stoops down or bends over I know for sure she isn't wearing panties. I see her ass and vagina mostly from the rear and I sit at the window jerking off while watching her. I don't do this when my dad is home but when I know she is getting a shower I leave my bedroom door open. When she comes out of the bathroom she always only has a towel around her. If I'm lucky she might not shut her bedroom door all the way and that's when I get to see her nude. My dad is clueless about how I look at her all the time. She wears those night shirts every night after she showers even when my dad is home. He never says anything about it but we can see her nipples and know she don't have a bra on. The night shirts go down to her knees but if she bends over her ass sticks out a bit. When she sits down sometimes I can see her vagina and know she has no panties on and know she has no pubic hair. He must think I don't have any interest in her body. He'd choke me to death if he knew how often I masturbate just looking at her.

    #43243 — Comments (2) — Feb 3, 2019 at 12:13 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 37

    I work for a multinational company and part of my job required me to travel to Europe on a regular basis. In Holland I dealt with this consulting firm and one of the consultants assigned to me was this woman. She was slight, dark hair, a little dark complected to be Dutch although she told me she was Dutch, she was pretty in a sort of off the cuff way. She was smart and well educated and for this one day we spent most of the day together, she asked the questions and I answered. I asked her to lunch and we went about a block away to this small shop for a sandwich and a soup and then back to work for her to gather more information. She was formal but friendly but sent off vibes that she was not interested or available for dating. I asked her to go out to dinner and she refused.

    The next day I am back at the consultants office and this time I am working with this Dutch lawyer, he is definitely Dutch tall and slim and speaks English very well, he worked for a while in New York, obviously several levels above the girl of the day before. Again during lunch we go to the same sandwich shop and I ask him about her and I told him she didn't look Dutch. I get the story of how many immigrants are in Holland now and she is Dutch but her parents are from Turkey. Mother and father, she is one of six sisters, all born in Holland so they are Dutch.

    After work I am at my hotel and as I have her phone number I decide to send her a text, just hello, thinking of you, thanks for the work session the day before. In a second I get an answer thank you and how am I doing. Well I answer that I am not doing well, I am alone at this hotel and I don't have any idea where to go to eat and I hate eating alone. Second text one second later, if she would accept my invitation, eat dinner with me, her choice of where. Well she agreed to meet, she gave me the address and I caught a cab and met her at the appointed hour. She is there with her younger sister, who looks just like her. She is polite and the sister hardly talks, only answering direct questions and I do get out of her where she went to school and that she had never been the States. I tell her that the States has a huge investment in Holland and that my grand uncle had fought in the Battle of the Bulge. Ancient history, she didn't know anything about that. So I told her, well the fact is that Americans came over to Holland to die for the Dutch and they were buried in Holland. That broke the ice and she told me about her parents, they were Christians and persecuted in Turkey and that is why they had gone to Holland.

    Six sisters, all within about nine years, all born in Holland, her father drove a taxi and then got a job working for a construction company and now that he was older he worked at a factory that made high precision equipment, but she and her sisters had gone to college but living alone until they are married. The conversation was so fluid and I said well the best thing in the world was mixing people up, and it sure would be nice to get mixed up with her, she made my blood run hot. She was embarrassed and her little sister shocked but I kept pushing and told her that she was hot and I could really use some loving on her side and if her sister wanted to come I was open to it. Things got really hot after that, a lot of arguing but I stayed on point telling her that I wanted her to come back to the hotel with me, bring her sister and show me why I needed to experience sex with a Turkish girl. I took her hand and kissed her, and then kissed her sister. Angry she said they were leaving and angry I said I wanted her to come back to the hotel with me.

    We paid and walked out of the restaurant, I took her in my arms and kissed her right there on the street, and when I stopped I grabbed her sister and kissed her too. I took her by the hand and we walked a couple of blocks to this queue with taxis and told them to get in and we went to the hotel. In the hotel they followed until I was at my room and escorted them in. I kissed her solidly on the mouth and then kissed the sister. I sat on the bed and pulled her over and started to undress her. She was doing fine until I got to her underwear and then she didn't want to continue. Her sister was easier, she let me take her underwear off and then her older sister let me take her underwear off. I got undressed and opened the bed and asked them to get on the bed and I went straight to sucking tits, with my hand looking for their pussy. Both girls were totally creamy white beneath their clothes, and neither girl had any grooming of their upper legs or pussy. Fucking them came easy, they were compliant and fucked. Neither was comfortable with any sort of oral sex, but they did allow and gave themselves to having their boobs played with and kissing and sucking on their nipples, they both fucked openly.

    After I had fucked them both I turned on one lamp across the room and we talked in bed. We talked more about their backgrounds and growing up in Europe, they were Dutch in their thinking and sex wasn't new to them both having been sexually active since their mid teens. They liked Dutch boys or men and they did not like Turkish or Arab men. They did like sex. It was midnight and they said that they should be going home so we got dressed and I walked them to the lobby and got them a cab and kissed them goodnight. For the next couple of years when I went to Holland we hooked up and had sex, I invited her to come see me in the States and after a year she agreed to come alone and we had a great ten days together. Marriage was a so so thing, she and her sisters are not into the Turkish woman marriage, but she did say that maybe she would but maybe she wouldn't. It meant leaving her family and her little sister. The ringer was getting her residency and citizenship in the States. She blends in quite well, her English has become more American and she has a job with an investment bank as an analyst. Her sister comes to visit and she is not quite a wild thing, but she is aggressive for attention and she wants to have sex. The good news is that she stays close to home and doesn't go out for it.

    She will turn 29 this year and her sister turns 23. This marriage is open and closed at the same time, with her sister yes with any other woman no. Her parents are really far away both physically and socially, there is not really anything in common with them. Marriage has made sex mandatory and never spontaneous. What was a wild experimental thing is now obligatory, the only time we have experimental sex is when her sister is here and she gets competitive but oral sex is still not an accepted thing with them.

    #43201 — Comments (0) — Jan 30, 2019 at 11:20 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 31

    After being married for three years I can tell you that as a man there is something unholy with expecting me to do laundry, clean and cook. No question that man was not made for that, give me a car or a lawnmower and I am off to the races, give me a dishcloth or a laundry basket and I am out of here. She, not me, is the wife. Period.

    #43165 — Comments (10) — Jan 27, 2019 at 10:10 PM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 35

    So what! I've been sleeping naked and going around our apartment in my boxers ever since my girlfriend moved in with me over 4 years ago. It was her that let her cousin Sheila move in with us 3 months ago "until she gets back on her feet". What the hell is that supposed to mean, she's still here. My girlfriend gets pissed off knowing Sheila sees me naked a couple times a week but its their fault not mine. Sheila sleeps on the sofa bed in the living room but her clothes are in my girlfriends closet and dresser in our room. My girlfriend leaves for work by 7 am and Shelia leaves by 7:45 and I'm still in bed or just getting up. Sheila never knocks claiming she don't want to wake me but doesn't ever hesitate to look at my body. It don't bother me anymore and I intentionally expose myself to Sheila just to piss off my girlfriend. Some mornings I just fake sleeping and make sure my genitals are exposed. Funny thing is when I do that she is in my room longer and I know she is looking at me most of the time. I start to get an erection sometimes so I just roll over so she don't see me getting aroused. She don't mention how often she sees me naked as often as she did when she first moved in. My girlfriend wants me to wear boxers to sleep in but I just refuse to do it. Instead I tell her to have Sheila move out. I don't care if she sees me naked but at the same time she is also a pain in the ass.

    #43140 — Comments (1) — Jan 24, 2019 at 1:50 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
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    Straight Male / 52

    One thing I have learned is that one day you are going to do something you never thought you were going to do. Somethings are challenges and other things are regrets. I regretted what happened for a long time but I have come to live with it and now I think back and it wasn't so bad. At the time I was in my mid thirties with a non working wife and two kids, a mortgage, two car payments and tons of bills. Somehow we made ends meet, but just barely. So why would I put my job in jeopardy?

    I traveled as part of my job. On this trip I was going to several of the overseas regional offices and the CFO came to me and said they had hired this new employee in the Treasury Department and he had heard I was going to the overseas offices and he didn't want her to go alone and she needed to meet the managers overseas and go to the banks, so he had talked to my boss and I was told to take her.

    She was a graduate from Wharton, she came from a well to do family and she had the job through connections. 27 and single and standoffish and she didn't see herself as being of the same class as I was, maybe she even expected me to carry her bags. We got to the airport and we got our seat assignments, first to L.A. and then the long hop over to Hong Kong. She took her seat and she spoke very little with her nose in a magazine. OK this was going to be one long trip. In L.A. I talked the clerk at the airline to upgrade me to Business, I had tons of miles and we flew almost exclusively with them across the Pacific. But I could not get her upgraded, sorry but there is such a thing as tenure.

    We are on board, I am in my seat, I have a drink and damn if I don't look up and she is standing there with the God damnest face you ever saw. She had her boarding pass in her hand and she just stood there with a little girl long face and shook and said she could not sit back there. I told her that is the ticket the company bought and I had gotten upgraded because of my miles and sorry but that is where she had to sit. I walked her back to her seat and she started to cry, first a whimper, then tears then when we got to her seat she just started to shake and cry and please don't leave her there, please, please, please don't make her sit back there. Damn, she was a baby.

    After a lot of talking I got her upgraded beside me but this time I had to use my miles. I told her she owed me but she was probably going to be sitting in the back of the plane several times because we had Hong Kong, Singapore, Bangkok, Dubai, Rome, London and back to the States and I was sure we would not be upgraded on every leg and I didn't have enough miles to keep her happy. In Hong Kong we got to our hotel, got to our rooms, I told her the routine was shit, shower and shave and come on down for an early lunch and we had an appointment at 2 p.m. local time.

    She knocked on my door before I had gotten dressed, she said her dress needed to be pressed. Damn girl, what is your problem? You can't get a dress pressed in twenty minutes. I sent her back to her room and told her there was an iron in her room and to press her dress. After lunch we caught a cab and went to the regional offices, from the cab it was out and into the building. The elevator was packed, she is up against me, she grabs my hand and tells me not to let her go. She won't talk, she is stage struck or something, we make an appointment for the next morning at ten at the bank, arrange for dinner with the regional manager and we need to get this trip started.

    During the whole dinner she is leaning on me in the booth, we get back to the hotel I say good night, I am next door, get some sleep the morning starts early and jet lag kicks in. I set up for the meetings the next day, I get myself into my jet lag bedtime routine, blackout curtains, blackout mask, and she knocks on the door. Now what? She is scared, she doesn't want to be alone. Look that is where I lost it, she is this big time MBA with connections and she is a two year old with me. I yell at her, well I raise my voice, she breaks down and cries again, what do I do? Invite her to sleep with me? Is that it, she wants to be held? What am I going to do with a 27 year old girl in my bed? I told her if I got a hard on I wasn't responsible for what happened. One minute in the bed with her long hair on the pillow and her Daddy hug me look and I had a hard on. She just let me take off her gown, her panties and her bra and get on top. Her legs spread open, her arms went around my neck and she hung on. When it was time to unload I asked her if she was big girl because I was going to unload in her because I didn't play high school and I let it all go in her. Then she turned in my arms and we fell asleep and missed the appointment the next day.

    That is how I got in trouble with this girl, that is how she became the girlfriend at work, that is how she just let herself get pregnant, that is how she told her father that she was in love and that is when I got called on the carpet by the CEO and he asked me what the hell happened. I must have talked fast, I told him just what happened and what would he have done with that babe in his bed? Who turns down a girl like that? You just don't turn down that kind of girl. Maybe once or twice in your life you get a chance at that kind of girl, maybe. I didn't lose my job but I had to look after her and tell my wife who took it bad and almost came to divorce. The problem with this kind of a girl is she gets to you and now she is yours, hook, line and sinker.

    Like I said for the longest time I had regrets, I hurt my wife something awful and only because of economic necessity she stuck around, somehow I don't know how once the baby was born my wife stopped being so upset and 'opened' her heart to the baby, maybe because she is the one that took care of the baby during the day. I had regrets for the longest time, I was stupid, I put my job on the line, I put my marriage and family on the line, I got involved with another woman who was there to stay, I had regrets. But time does things to you and once a girl is in your heart she is there to stay and that is what I told my wife, I didn't want her in my heart but she was in my heart and that baby just made it worse. It has been a challenge all these years, the baby is a man now and he is out there making himself indispensable to his girlfriend and his mother took her place in my heart and never moved out. It has been a challenge, but today no regrets. I retired from my company as CEO two years ago and when two young people fell in love I have kept my mouth shut, who am I to tell them what is right and wrong, they have to figure it out.

    #43134 — Comments (2) — Jan 24, 2019 at 10:42 AM — That's Juicy! (19) Remove This. ( *** )
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    Bi-Sexual Male / 24

    From 13-19, I was attracted much more to same sex. I always got crushes on the older boys. I ended up doing favors sometimes for older ones who made me feel safe. I was always the skinny boy. I wasn't a fighter & I was bullied a lot. I was the prime target no matter what because I looked so fragile. I'd given head to four other boys by the time I was 18 & all of them are straight. They only wanted to get off. They did nothing sexually in return. I had low self esteem & hated my body although, everyone outside of school said I looked like a model. Maybe in a lot of clothes, I looked okay but I was the tall, skinny, blond boy. I did have a rather large dick but I'd never got to use it. I loved how some girls were. More than just looks. I mean, that total fem quality only a female has. Even a female who is tough still has that special quality. I had some female friends but one really close friend & I thought I was gay so I told her. She didn't care. We told each other all our deepest secrets. We were hanging out together a lot. We totally loved each other as friends. I would have done anything for her. I know that was true on her side for me too.



    I started to spend a lot more time with my best friend. I was staying at her house some on weekends. Her parents knew I was gay so they figured I was very safe as male friend. No sex was going to happen if we went in her room to watch movies or anything. We talked about sex a lot. She asked me what I was looking for in a guy. What did I think it would be like & would I be bottom or top or what did I think. I wasn't really sure but I had sucked dick before. It was okay but I knew those guys didn't care about me. Maybe it would be a 69 in a relationship. I didn't know for sure. I was sure I wasn't interested in anal sex though. I know it's medically not dirty & the mouth is the dirty area but it wasn't something I figured I'd not be into. My friend had broken up with her BF a while back so there I was five years ago at age 19 staying at her house & we were drinking some. Sneaking some stuff into her room. That night, she asked if she could see my dick. She just wanted to see what it looked like. I was really shy about that. It took a while for her to talk me into pulling my pants down to show her. When I did, she touched it & it went from totally soft to fully hard. I could feel my face getting red since I was embarassed by that. She pulled me on top of her & she took my jeans & underwear all the way off. She took her clothes off too. We didn't say much but I was on top of her & hard. My face was down between her tits while she was holding my dick & aiming it to go inside her. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever had. I didn't expect that. No lube needed & it was a different type of lube feeling. For some reason, I insticivly started sucking her nipples while I went ahead & thrusted while inside her. I remember her holding my buns & we kissed. She told me she wanted to feel me cum inside her & it was okay to do that. It was safe. She wasn't going to get pregnant.



    We did it four times that night. My dick just kept getting off. Each time it came, it wasn't long before it was fully hard again. I wanted to keep feeling it inside her. The next day, I woke up in her bed but I woke up with this weird feeling I'd never had. I was in love with her. I can't explain how I went from love as in friend only to this other new feeling but it happened. Since that weekend, I've never done it with anyone else & neither has she. We live together now & are going to get married in a year. We have been taking some things slow but we have a lot of sex & I really love her. I'm not in some closet or hiding behihnd her & she knows totally about me. I have noticed females & guys in a sexual way but there's no way I'd cheat on my woman. I love her too much for that. I'm not the skinny boy anymore. I'm rather muscular now & I workout a lot. None of those guys from HS would ever want to mess with me these days. I'm not the guy to bully anymore. I'm also totally cool with gay guys. I'm cool with everyone insofar as I'm not a bigot & I believe in you let people live how they are or need to. So long as no one is harming a kid or anyone else, I say leave things alone.

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