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Out Of The Closet
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 —
    Lesbian Female / 28

    I am going through a hard time right now. I came out to this girl at work, she is my supervisor, and let it all out to her. She wouldn't respond directly, she just told me she was my supervisor and now everything was weird. I got on my knees to tell her I was seriously in love with her but she told me that no matter how much I loved her she couldn't be there for me because we worked together. When I told her that I would change jobs she started crying.

    She won't tell me how she feels for me. I have been out with her many times, we have happy hours and I have spent weekend activities with her. We always get along and I take her to a ladies only lesbian hangout and she holds my hand. We have been there many times and I know it is a bit weird for her so I stay close and keep her under my wing.

    I have some pictures taken by a girlfriend that I used to date, pictures of me enjoying sex with her. I put those pictures on her phone and I sat with her and showed her each and every one of those pictures and told her I wanted her to be the one making love to me. She won't agree to let me take pictures of her so that I have her pictures to look at before I have to go to bed because she won't sleep with me. I have a nice black and white picture of me taken when I was a bridesmaid for a friend. I want to have one of my pictures blown in an 8X10 and framed for her bedside and have her give me one of hers so that we can always see each other before we go to sleep.

    She says she is straight but she isn't. Long before I came out to her she let me kiss her at a New Years party. I am tired of hiding it, of having to explain to my friends that she is busy or some other excuse as to why she isn't with me. I am serious about her, this is not some passing fancy. I have been in love with her for two years and I am tired of waiting. I want to run away and elope with her and come back married and everyone knows that we are the real thing. I am ready to quit my job and look for another one. I am that serious.

    I am seriously in love with her and I know she loves me she just won't say it.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 22


    I have always loved and respected my dad. I know the sacfriices he has made, and I appreciate those sacrifices and benefiting from their resulting successes. My father has always been open and honest with me which instilled a trust few people ever experience. Although our conversations regarding sex had always been academic, frank and honest we had never talked detailed sexual activities until last year. As a result, my father has become my very best friend and someone who I can say/share anything or any details about my life - personally, professionally, educationally and sexually.

    Last year dad and I drove some 7 hours away to a NFL game. One of dad's clients had 6 reserved seats for our favorite NFL team and had offered dad 2 tickets. Dad and I drove to meet the two owners, their attorney and his son for a weekend. We arrived late Friday ngiht, had an early breakfast then a round of golf, lunch, a tour of the city and dinner at one of the finest restaurants in town. Sunday morning we had an early breakfast, the 4 men had a business meeting, me and the 16 year old attorney's son went to an arcade. We had lunch and onto the stadium. As soon as the game was over, dad and I left for our long drive back home.

    A few hours later Dad and I stopped for a burger and I took the wheel to give dad a break. We were listening to the radio, it was quiet and out of the blue dad asked which of the two owners did I suspect of being gay? I was shocked, as the question came from no where, and I was shocked as I had no idea which one was gay since neither manifested gay characteristics. Then dad told me they were both gay and were married. We talked about them for some time and then dad assked me if my college friend, who is gay, had ever sucked my cock? I told him no and dad said, why not? Has he not hit on you? Before I could deny both when dad said, best blow jobs of my life come from men.

    As strong a relationship as we had, we had never talked this openly about sex, especailly gay sex. I asked, have you let guys suck your dick and my dad responded with a fast, strong, Oh Hell Yeah I have and if you haven't, you have no idea what your missing. 8:30PM, driving a deserted Intersate at 75 miles per hour my dad asmits he like it when men suck his dick. I asked if either of the two owners had ever sucked him and he said, no. If they were to ask I would unzipp before them could get their mouth opened - either one, or both.

    For the remainder of that trip and the last year my dad and I have had some indepth, detailaed conversations regarding gay, bisexual, straight and group sex. My gay college has not sucked my dick because he talks too much. I am not ashamed I am bi, but I don't want it broadcast - if you get my drift. My dad and I are both bisexual and we know the first time the other had gay and straight sex. Dad admitted how clumsey he was the first time he had sex with a woman and he bisexual husband. He said when the man went down on dad his dick was barely hard as he was uncomfortable doing it in front of his wife. When she started squiring (multiple times) everywhere that he was able to relax and then he and the guy did a 69 while she played with he pussy.

    Dad was shocked as the man I sucked when I was in high school and the first time I got pussy was from a neighbor girl who was 6 years older than me. We have watched the same porn (straght and gay) while he talk on the phone and masturbate. Since I live 5 hours from dad when we are together there are others around 9most of the time0, so our one-on-one time is none sexual. We have beaat off together and may had done more had it been under different circumstances. My dad wants us to DP some pussy and ass and to take turns on some married, bi, jock dudes ass pussy.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 37

    I still seem to want to cling to the idea that I'm straight, but fuck it, I'm admitting that I've become bisexual and there doesn't seem to be any going back. I mean, honestly, I get aroused more by cocks than by women these days.

    I remember looking at cock pictures and gay porn when I was 20 and thinking how gross they were, and how lucky I was that I wasn't gay and didn't have the embarrassing misfortune of being turned on by my fellow men and their ugly penises instead of beautiful women and their tits.

    But I guess part of me wanted to be turned on by my fellow men. Part of me wanted to like dick, to shamefully lust after cum and muscles, and to have a confused body intent on spreading its seed into and onto other guys instead of fertile pussies. The thought of that was so naughty, so hot. I don't mean that I was a latent homosexual; I really wasn't aroused at all by the male body, just by the naughtiness of being -- or at least acting -- gay. So I kept trying gay porn, kept trying to see if I could like it. Could I get myself hard while looking at it? Could I cum? Could I do all that without thinking of women?

    The answers, after quite a bit of practice, all turned out to be yes. But I was surprised to discover that I'd actually propelled myself quite a bit farther. I still remember the time, though it was years ago now, that I suddenly noticed I was daydreaming about a naked bodybuilder and my cock was hard in my pants. That was when I realized that I and my body had started genuinely desiring dick, that I had become sexually attracted to the male body, as I had long feared and sought.

    Women are women; they have a beauty and an allure that men will never match. But men are so fucking hot! Our cocks! Our cocks! I remember seeing them as silly, ugly things dangling there between our legs, but now I can't help seeing them as gorgeous and compelling.

    So that's it. I'm bisexual. I like dick. Men make me hard and cause me to orgasm like a horny little girl. And I'm not going back to being straight. I've tried, but once you get a taste for cock, there's no going back. I'll always want it, I think. And why not? I don't really want to go back to being straight anyway. I just like dick too much and wouldn't want to give it up.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 46

    I got a job counseling young gay high school women. The counseling was part of the church outreach and the girls came because their parents brought them or from time to time they came on their own. The more I talked to them the more I realized that they were talking about me. My experiences, my feelings when I was in high school. How I felt.

    It brought back memories of crushes I had for other girls, and this long lasting crush I had on this teacher. I began to crush on some of these girls, listening to them but not paying attention, thinking of them and what it would be like to be lost in a far away place and I would comfort them.

    I acted out on one of these crushes. I seduced a seventeen year old girl and had a short affair with her. She confessed to her parents that she was fine because I was having an affair with her and so that meant I approved. I lost my license over her and I had to leave town. Fortunately nothing else came of it, except the pain of having to face up to what I had done.

    I work at the women's center now, I am unlicensed so I just work there and from time to time I find myself talking to some of these women, not counseling just talking. Some of these women are there because they are poor and on the street. But others come because of relationship issues, and not all of them are first time clients. This one woman came in, she is 23 and got beat up by a casual boyfriend, screamed to me that she was gay inside. She had refused him when he wanted to have sex and he took it out on her physically. I worked with her, slowly pulling her feelings out of her, slowly bringing her into my web. The day I made love to her I felt I had achieved victory.

    I took her home with me, taught her to be my girlfriend. We had sex often. Making love to her memories of all those girls when I was working for the church flashed through my mind. All those lesbian girls who were being taught not to be lesbian. You can't be who you are not, I lived a fairly miserable life until I figured out I was hiding who I was. I should have never acted out with one of my charges when I was counseling. I should not have taken this girl in. But it is what it is, she is a lesbian through and through and she isn't ever going to accept a man.

    I am infatuated with her, in love with her. I fell in love with her the day she was brought in by her friend. You are who you are. And I knew she was a lesbian the minute I spoke with her. She is finding herself and she is not with me right now, but I know she will come back. With me she has a place to be herself, the real person she is inside.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Transsexual Female / 22

    I was a transgender girl still in the closet. I was always telling my wife that she should cuckold me and get a man with a man sized dick, mine is very small even hard it is not close to 3 inches.

    She already let me dress up and I was expected to do the house and everything else any other housewife is expected to do. I was to be dressed up pretty and high heels are mandatory.

    One day she called me and said that she had a surprise for me and that I was to be wearing something pretty with stockings and garter belt. I said ma'am and she said I will see you soon your my pretty little sissy.

    I heard her pull up and I opened the door to see my wife and she had her hands all over a big man, a man I knew as my best friend. He looked at my wife and said well she is pretty all fixed up girlie. He said that being the only man in the house is good. Then she and he parted behind them stood a very handsome man and so sexy, They said this man is just for me and he hasn't had sex for awhile. I licked my lips and he liked my shining lipstick.

    I took him by the hand and glanced back at my wife and I thanked her an she said she hoped he would fuck my brains out. I said that I hope her man would be able to give the pleasure that I am just too small to pleasure her or any woman. Now my wife gets a man's cock and not my baby penis.

    She had always been

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Straight Male / 28

    I don't know what to say I've never tried it before being my country is against it but I've been wanting to be fucked by a next guy I want to suck on a dick and feel it up my ass yours truly Jamaican boy

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 28

    So I am going to confess that I sleep with another girl. She works with me, what she and I have in common is that we went to the same college. But we were never in the same crowd or the same major. We just met at work. She is an Admin Assistant in HR and I am a tax accountant. We are both 28. Well the thing started because she told me that there was this art fair near her apartment and if I wanted to go.

    I went, she was in her normal earth clothes and I was in shorts and a top and sneakers. I run and stay in shape, she is more of one of those that is just naturally thin and she didn't' wear a bra, I noticed that, no bra but she is thin and not busty so it was just her nipples showing through her white top. And she saw me looking at her nipples and she pinched them really hard so that pulled her shoulders back and asked me if I liked then.

    We walked to the fair, it was about four blocks along the river. Lots of people, kids and dogs and strollers and the crowd got heavy and she pulled me here and there to look at this and that. A couple of women were coming toward us, she whispered that they were friends from the neighborhood and she took my hand and introduced me as her 'girlfriend from work'. When we walked away she put her arm around my waist and swung around into my arms and told me to hold her. They were watching and she wanted a hug.

    They had gone along their way and she said she was gay, and they were gay and they were always trying to set her up and she had told them that she had a girlfriend at work. And she put her arms around my neck and said forgive me but I love you and if I wanted to kiss her it was O.K. with her. Just be her girlfriend because there were a lot of gay people she knew and she told them I was her girlfriend from work. If she wasn't holding my hand she wanted to put her arm around my waist and have me hold her by the shoulder. And just kiss her, to give her a long, long kiss so that all the people she knew would stop bothering her. And I kissed her, for a second there it felt strange but then she pulled herself up into my arms and the kiss went on for a minute When she released she confessed her love again.

    We went to this small bar slash restaurant and she introduced me to several women there. She told me to hold her, to put my arms around her and let her lean back into my arms and hold her. I held her longer that I thought I ever would, I held her and let her lean against me and I smelled her hair and kissed her cheek. We left the fair and the bar slash restaurant and we went walking on the path beside the river and she asked me to declare my love for her. I told her things had gone a little far but she said no they hadn't, she had told me she loved me and she wanted me to tell her that I loved her. Right then I said it, she went up into my arms and I kissed her. This time no one was watching and the kiss lasted a long time.

    We went back to her apartment, she showed me everything, all her clothes and her jewelry and her pictures and sat beside me and kissed me on the cheek and asked me to put my arm around her and hold her. Then just out of blue she asked me if I wanted to make love. She took her top off and lowered her pants and stood there in her panties and said she wanted me kiss her right there where he finger was. To kiss her there and pull her panties down for her. To make love to her. With her panties off she went and got on the bed and asked me to come over and make love to her.

    Kissing her was one thing, holding her was one thing, but getting undressed and going down on her was another. I had only done that once before in college on a dare and she said to come over to her and after I got undressed I did. See that was the point of no return, getting naked and going down on a girl. And then getting up to her face and kissing her and telling her that you loved her, not like I did out there at the fair either. Now you said it because you meant it. Now you said it because you saw her everyday at work and she was the only person you could talk to. Now you said it because that is all you wanted to say. We made love, and we ate dinner and went back to making love and we slept together.

    To get my attention she pinches her nipples. She takes a bath in the evening so that she is fresh in bed. She is a pretty good cook and I have met many of her friends and we get together and I tell them that she was my closet crush at work and I kiss her in front of them. We have parties at our apartment now, and we got to parties and go to that bar slash restaurant and we don't have to fake being affectionate in public. The neighborhood is pretty much gay, we fit in. At work we keep things under wraps just because we work together. Some close people know that we are not just sharing an apartment to cut down on expenses, but most people don't and don't care. That she is gay is no surprise to these close people, but that I am gay is. I don't look the part, I jog, I work out, I am competent at work, how many gay tax accountants do you know? But I am gay and mostly I live in a gay community and most of our friends are lesbians who wish they could be in love too.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 52

    I went to a mostly women's college. For my 21st birthday a girl gave me a pair of crotchless panties. Red, satin, lacy crotchless panties. Everyone laughed and jokes were made. The girls asked me to model the panties and after a lot of pushing I put them on and came out for them to see. Standing up you couldn't tell anything, except of course that they were red and satin and lacy panties. The girl who gave me the panties stood up and came over to me and kissed me straight on the lips. It was a straight on lip to lip kiss. The other girls made noises and called for more. This time she kissed me and put her hand on my boob. She took my boob out and kissed it, sucking gently on my nipple. I was uncomfortable while she kissed my boob, she kissed me again on my lips and pushed me down into the easy chair and got down on her knees and took my knees in her hands and opened my legs. The other girls were standing around, telling her to go for it, she got my legs open and she went for it and ate me in front of everyone there.

    From then on she always kissed me on the lips, she touched my boobs. If I tried to push her away she gave these looks and I relented and she would caress my boobs and either kiss me through my shirt or open my shirt and kiss my boob. I got pushed down on the bed one afternoon and she took off her panties and straddled my face and told me she wanted to feel my tongue all the way inside her pussy. She called me her girlfriend and expected me to tell everyone that she was my girlfriend. This was a women's liberal arts college and there was an active gay community, and we were identified as a lesbian couple. Several of the girls I knew were also lesbians and now that I was out among them I found out that more and more girls were lesbian, not to mention several of the members of the faculty.

    But this was the fall of 1986, being queer was something you did not write home about. I was queer all right, and I was her queer girlfriend. I was over all the hesitation and on campus and at parties where most of the girls were queer we got wild. I was passed around a bit, but jealousy kept her from letting me go to far and she eventually put a stop to it. From time to time she would eat a freshman, but she told me it was for their own good. Someone had to open their eyes.

    We moved to New York after graduation, getting jobs as assistants in Advertising and Publicity. Her dad was an executive in this large ad agency and he got us the jobs. Entry level, use our English degrees and learn the business. Her dad knew we were queer, lots of people in the advertising business were queer, men and women. It was just easier to spot the queer men. I got hit on from time to time, but the word got out that I liked a girl and after a year we had settled into our routine.

    We were young. And I was head over heals in love with her. One evening she didn't come home on time. She came in quite late, I was a mess by then worrying where she was and she told me that this guy had gotten her and screwed her. A man from her work, she tried calling before she left work but I wasn't home and she wasn't able to avoid going out with him. We spent the night washing her out, but we lived in fear until she got her period. Being queer wasn't that easy, and we lived waiting for it to happen again or happen to me. It was only a matter of time before some man decided that you were it for him. It happened to me at a company Holiday party. Now we were both dirty. We were both twenty three years old.

    We went on the pill, a precaution. We were lucky neither one of us got pregnant. In the nineties it wasn't common for queer girls to have kids. Yes, there were kids, but usually from a marriage. And to be truthful we didn't seem to want kids, it wasn't in us. We were good aunts instead. Queer aunts. In our homes no one spoke that we were queer, we were just friends, friends that had never found anyone. My father would say that was one of the problems of sending me to that women's college, I hadn't met a husband and now it was too late. Sure they knew, we were obvious, we lived in a an apartment and had one room and one bed. But the excuse was that living in New York was expensive and that is all we could afford on our salaries. We turned 30 and our parents chipped in and we went to Paris.

    In Paris it was o.k. to hold hands, but we kissed under the Eiffel Tower and we were booed and hushed. There was no place to show our love and kiss and hold each other, not like the straight couples did. There were clubs and behind closed doors, and parties with other queer ladies, but no where out in the open. Today it is o.k., but not then. Not when we were young. Who cares if two fifty year old women go on a cruise together. Who cares if two fifty year old women introduce themselves as being married. Who cares if I call her my wife. No one cares anymore. It is just that the kiss we had for each other in Paris never happened. That kiss never happened. When you are fifty two years old and you kiss in Paris it is not the same passion you had when you were thirty. Not the passion you see with the young girls kissing under the Eiffel Tower today.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 51

    Job in sub Saharan Africa. The other engineer that went with me was an older man was from Colombia. We shared a room at the camp. From the beginning he took a shower before dinner after the day in the field, he just stayed naked until it was time to dress for dinner. He would lay on his bed and ask me to join him, to get naked. I told him I didn't swing that way and he answered that I didn't know.

    The day I gave in he was getting dressed, he had on a shirt but was otherwise naked. I was sitting on the chair, he walked over to me and offered me his penis. Why I agreed I really don't know. I let him put his penis on my lips and I took it in my mouth. I cried in my bed that night. But it was too late, I had to suck him every night and get on his bed naked with him, let him screw me. I tried not to kiss him but I failed there too. It was scary too, the country we were in it was illegal to be gay. I didn't feel gay, but he was definitely gay and we were having gay sex.

    When my minimum commitment came up I resigned and never went back. But I can't stop looking for men to have sex with. I don't want to know their names, I use an alias. It has been twenty three years and I prefer
    Latinos. I will top, I am versatile, but I prefer to bottom. The truth is I am gay.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 55

    A week ago I was driving to a business meeting about 3 hours from my home. I live in a small Pacific Islands country and pretty much know most of the cars driven by expats...I am one myself. I was about an hour out when I caught sight of a familiar 4x4 ahead. There were three cars between us. We drove for a bit then the car slowed and turned off the main road and headed toward the beach. I caught a glimpse of the two men in the car as we went passed. One I knew well but the other was a stranger to me.
    In the few seconds I got to see him I could make out he looked quite a lot younger than the guy I knew who was driving, and had a young surfer look about him. ...the curly longish dirty blonde hair look...you know what I mean.
    I am married, and bi but because this is such a small place only take a man for sex when I travel.
    This little scene immediately aroused my imagination, and my penis which had become rather swollen in my suit pants.
    I decided to go back and take a discreet look. I knew the spot well having stopped to swim there a few times myself.
    I parked my own 4x4 a little way from the beach and walked carefully through the bush towards the beach. I spotted the 4x4 ahead and then saw the guys a little way up the beach, walking away from the carpark. The young guy had taken his shirt off and was carrying it. The guy I knew had shorts and t on. they stopped after a few more feet and both stripped and were nude. They dumped their clothes on the beach and walked into the water. My erection was busting in my pants so I undid the zip and pulled my cock out of my bikini briefs.
    I watched the guys make out standing waist deep in the water, then the young guy turned and backed into the guy I knew who then obviously entered his ass and started fucking him. I started to stroke my very hard cock watching them as they fucked and fucked until my friend let out a groan and I imagine ejaculated into the young guys ass. They made out a bit and then started to swim around. I continued masturbating until I ejaculated.
    Seeing my married friend fucking the young surfer had really turned me on.
    I ran a dozen scenarios in my head...do I just remain discreet and closeted here...do I let my friend know I have seen him fucking a hot young guy and out myself to him? Do I try and start having an affair with him? And so on...
    I tucked myself in and made my way back to my 4x4.
    Then I decided to be bold.
    I undressed and grabbed a towel from the back and walked nude back up the beach a ways and not calling out to him went into the water. The anticipation of what my friend would or wouldn't do really turned me on and my erection returned. I swam a bit then started to look in their direction. They had moved out of the water and were nude on the beach. Either he hadn't noticed me or hadn't recognised me or both. I walked ashore and grabbed my towel. I was nude and semi erect. I put my towel around my neck and walked towards them.
    I got close and heard hey fuck, Tom, what the fuck?
    He stood as I got close. His cock lifted and he didn't try to hide it. Mine became fully erect. Up close the surfer was gorgeous...he stayed lying down...his penis semi erect on his stomach.
    He said to me it seems we have more in common than golf and tennis. He reached down and started stroking my cock. Then he planted his lips on mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth. The young guy stood and got close
    rubbing his hands on one each of our ass cheeks. We kissed each other randomly. I knelt and took the young guys cock in my mouth...my friend entered him and started fucking him again as I sucked his cock. My friend ejaculated and pulled out. I stood and backed my ass into the young guys groin...I felt him ease his cock head into my wanting ass and he fucked me. He ejaculated in me and we all walked into the water.
    Since that incredible event I have had sex with my friend 3 times...each time sucking rimming and fucking each other.
    Awesome to finally have a close lover.








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