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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 —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 18

    Im 17 and Iâm very horny and Iâm ready to find a real daddy. Iâm willing to sell my nudes or virginity. Iâd love to suck dick and be fucked.

    #45984 — Comments (1) — Feb 19, 2020 at 4:55 PM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 44

    I love sucking cock and all say i'm good at it. I always dress for sex frilly dress, panties, stockings etc. I enjoy submitting to assertive men, you know forced, slapped, shared and the like. I'm proud of what I am a toy to be used, a cock sucker, a bottom. I wandered if anyone would like to talk, tell me how I should behave in your presence. bye xxxxxx

    #45800 — Comments (5) — Feb 1, 2020 at 11:38 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 54

    I am going to go back to 1975. Some of you remember those days, we were young then weren't we? In any event I attended a small college in a big city and we were later day hippies. I had met a girl at college and we got a long fine and we had landed on this thing of kissing on the lips when we saw each other. The women's movement was in full swing and there was a gathering that weekend in front of City Hall. I asked her if we should go and she said yes so we asked our neighbor, a guy in his late twenties if he would give us a ride and drop us off and pick us up.

    He heard what we were doing and said no way, he wasn't going to take us there, not to a meeting of whackos. He would take us out if we wanted, but not there. Well, we went anyway, we caught the bus even if it was an hour ride. He heard about us going from another neighbor and he went after us, we were in the middle of this crowd of pretty much whacko women, some of them taking off their bras and everything, speeches by whacko women and all that and he drives up, he stops across the street and walks into the crowd, the crowd splits around him like Moses parting the seas, he come up to us and says he was taking us home.

    The crowd froze, one woman shouted, another one asked if I darned his socks. He turned and told us to come and we locked arms and with our heads up high we followed ten feet behind him, the crowd melted together behind us as we followed him to his truck, he held the door open and we got in. We got bawled out in the truck for coming down after he had told us not to, as far as he was concerned that was once and it wasn't going to happen again.

    Back at our apartment we listened to another hour of his anger. We did not know it that day, but we now had a man in our life and our lives would change forever.

    For 45 years we lived together, he was the man in our life for all these years, we had a large family and we have many grandchildren. We dedicated ourselves to family and our home and to him. He passed away late last year and we are still going through all of the stuff in his room, most of which is in boxes now but we can't quite come to give it away. He left us well off, we never worked and will not have to work, although we were never apart we have never really been alone, not until now. To our children there is nothing hidden, we never did lie to them, he asked us to keep it to our bedroom and we did, but our children were never kept in the dark.

    Now that he is gone, now that things are different and with our children's permission and blessing we have decided to marry, for legal reasons to protect what he left us, but also because we have always been married and now is the time to make it official.

    #45767 — Comments (0) — Jan 27, 2020 at 11:28 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 45

    When I was around 13 of age and was at my Uncles farmhouse on summer

    holidays. One day after lunch having nothing to do I just wandered to my

    cousin's room who is elder to me more than 10 years. Her features were

    fully grown boobs and fine round bulging butts which I had googled and

    masturbated thinking of her. When I entered her room I saw she was in

    deep sleep with her butts facing the edge of the bed and being summer she

    was wearing half skirts which was slightly up her butts revealing her

    fatty thighs. I could not resist my cock jumping and throbbing in my

    trousers. I could hear her slight snoring sound and was sure that she in

    deep slumber. Reaching near to her I slightly catching the edge of her

    skirt fully raised and pulled up to her waist revealing her full round

    butts. She was not wearing any panty. In the Noon sunlight her pussy lips

    were clearly visible. From the backside of her pussy it was full bald and

    I could figure out her inner lips. Her pubic hair up above the clits was

    little visible. Viewing her back side and pussy I simply jerked and

    without much efforts came and ensured the cum fall on her skirt and

    quietly backed out. In the night thinking of her pussy I jerked for a

    second time and at times still fuck my hand on such a heavenly occasion.

    #45753 — Comments (0) — Jan 26, 2020 at 9:32 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 46

    Q. How does a normal kid who loves girls, end up sucking Cocks and wanting to be spit roasted by multiple men, while being married to a wonderful woman.
    A. Blame it on daddy and the wonderful wife.
    I found dads porn stash at a very early age, 8 this was full on hardcore XXXX b & w pictures graphic stories & personal ads that puts some of the stuff you see today to shame.
    Now all I want to do as soon as I'm alone at home is call gay chat lines and try hooking up with like-minded married men.
    Funally enough this was all triggered by my wife as she threw up my cum onto my stomach after she blew me and said I'd like to see you do it better. Then I was off. Over the next 20'years I've sucked a dozen Cocks been sucked off by at least the same, 3 guys have tried Fucking me, none had any lube or patience, So I'm still a virgin, but fantasize all the time about being spit roasted and taking on all cumers. I love being on my knees, love holding a total strangers Cock in my hand stroking it, licking it and taking it all in my mouth. The thought of kissing a man repulses me but having his Cock in my mouth, his sperm on my face, or his hands on my waist really gets me hard. I want to be Fucked, I want to feel a Cock inside my arse, I want to be pounded, be full of Cock, would love to be on my back with my head over the edge with a Big Cock in my mouth while my hole is being pounded and I'm jacking off 2 other guys,
    OMG, I could lay there All day take on all cumers, until the wife came home and walked in on me, I could look up at her as his Cock falls out of my mouth, sperm dripping of me everywhere and say I did it honey, I did it and love it, then go back to the Cum fest. Fantasies gotta love em.

    #45736 — Comments (0) — Jan 25, 2020 at 5:55 PM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 26

    I went to Seminary and I am an assistant youth pastor at a small church of about 400 members. I work with the youth pastor who is getting to retirement and he is teaching me the ropes and I am going to take over when he leaves. I have always been really attracted to older men with beards and I ended up giving one of the fathers of a boy in our congregation oral sex. I am very attracted to the man I had oral sex with, when he kisses me it is all I can do to keep my cool. He invited me to check out this vacant rent house he owns and he asked me if I wanted to be the girl and I told him yes and we had full on copulation.

    Being gay is a curse, why it happened to me I don't know. All it has done is gotten me in trouble. My position with the church is in the youth pastor's hands, he knows I am gay because I confessed to him and if it comes out I will lose my job. He told me to repent. I repent, everyday but it doesn't help.

    I look at myself in the mirror and ask why am I not a real girl. There is no answer to that, I'm gay and it's my punishment for some unknown sin I committed.

    #45706 — Comments (2) — Jan 22, 2020 at 3:52 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 53

    My name is Robert and I live in rockhampton Queensland and I am a faggot I crave c ok co and cum every day I wear panties bras and long t ok be a female who're I love it on my back bare s s I can feel impregnated I post pictures of myself online begging men to contact me and use me as a cum dump of you read this and want my details Emma lo me at factor at g mail dot com

    #45664 — Comments (1) — Jan 16, 2020 at 5:31 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It. ( * )
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 52

    I got divorced seven years ago after 36 years of marriage. The reason our marriage fell apart was because our daughter was prostituting herself to buy drugs and my wife would not deal with it. In any event I have been alone since then, I care about my exwife, and I care about my daughter. The truth as hard as it is is that my daughter is a drug dependent prostitute who does not want or accept help to get off drugs. My daughter is now 33 years old.

    Going through this hell I looked for help through my Church to no avail, however there I was told to try a support group for parents who have kids on drugs. It was there that I met an ex cop who was able to help me out. He had a sort of experience that I guess you get because you have been to hell and back. One day he told me that I needed to let myself be loved. Another day he told me that I was going to be OK and that maybe what I needed was to get away from it all and he invited me to go fishing. At the fishing shack, after we had a few beers and we talked about our lives and his experiences as a cop and just as matter as fact as you can get he told me he wanted to suck my cock.

    We were alone out there at this fishing shack and he was serious and he told me he was a cop but he was also gay and he had fallen for me and what he wanted was to show me and he wanted to start by sucking my cock. He went on that in his experience with me, you started there sucking cock. If the guy liked it well you would go on and on until you kissed. Once you kissed well then that was that and you could get on and just have a nice time together. So, let him suck my cock.

    You have to understand, I worked in the steel industry, not as blue collar worker but in sales, but still in steel. His hand on my lap felt bad but good. He didn't take his hand off. Somehow I let him get my pants unzipped and he got my cock out and he sucked it, sure as I was sitting there. I got hard as a rock and he sucked me hard. I kept looking out the window into the darkness trying to ignore what was going on. His hand was working my cock and his mouth was working my cock and when I came I came hard, it had been a long time since I had come like that and he laughed and licked some of it up and told me that I had a nice cock and he liked sucking it.

    From then on what do you do, you talk. He told me the whole back story of how he found out he was gay, he was a young guy and another young guy made him suck his cock and that was that. He learned pretty quickly that he was much more of a bottom guy than a top and that he loved to suck cock and loved getting treated to a good fuck. His kiss my mouth caught me by surprise, he grabbed my package hard while he kissed me and asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. There wasn't much ceremony, he got his pants off and stood over me while I sat in the chair and he stroked his cock until he was hard and told me to open my mouth and he would slide it on in.

    His cock felt good in my mouth that night and when later on he told me that he wanted to shove his cock up my ass, ha ha, he lubed me up with this clear liquid he had and I took it up the ass like a man. Every last inch of his cop cock up my ass. He kept whispering to me over my shoulder that he was next and he wanted it hard and hot and that's the way it turned out that night. He didn't only kiss me and suck my cock, he fucked me and I fucked him, something I can't say I had ever contemplated in my life.

    Cops are funny sort of guys, they are in charge and I guess I became the boyfriend and we continued to see each other and one day he asked me if I didn't think that all along I was a gay mother and that I had missed out on it all my life, because from where he sat he knew that I loved cock and I loved a good fuck. The truth was that I did love cock, I loved sucking his hard cock and I loved having him on my back, much more than me getting on his back, but it is tit for tat.

    He told me that I needed to make amends with my daughter to move on, she was a whore and I was cocksucker and I should tell her that, that I sucked cock because I enjoyed it and I had a cop as a boyfriend. Well I didn't quite tell her any of that, I just stopped getting upset about it, and worried more about the drugs than being a whore, after all she was a whore to support her drug habit. It isn't right and I can't help her, but somehow sucking my boyfriend's cock makes it all seem relative. Looking out at the night moon with a cop's cock up your ass makes you think in perspective.

    #45646 — Comments (0) — Jan 12, 2020 at 10:31 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 34

    34 and single I mostly socialized with a group of friends from college. Thru one of these friends I met Roy, a fifty something public relations manager and fellow alum. Personable, smart, polished and he was very gracious inviting me to a football party at his house. There were two other guys there, I was the youngest there. The game was in our favor and we celebrated a victory. When his friends left I found myself alone with him helping him clean up.

    Washing down the kitchen counters he asked if I wanted to spend the night. It took a couple of minutes to realize he was propositioning me. Standing against the counter with a dishtowel in my hand he grabbed my package. When I reacted he told me to relax, his hand working me with hot pressure but no pain. His other hand on my chest he told me I was his type and wanted to show me just how much he liked me.

    As unreal as it was he took control and I was soon being kissed and rubbed down. From being dressed to being undressed was zero time, I was on my back on the bed while he mouthed my cock, using his hands to rub down my thighs, buttocks, chest, neck and face followed by kisses while he jerked my cock. My turn came to take his cock in my hand and then my mouth, his hand holding my head still while he pumped my mouth. Bells going off were ignored and I went to work enjoying his cock while he fingered my ass and using slick lube he fingered me fucking in and out, his cock followed, filling me with the most remarkable sexual feeling I had ever experienced.

    I spent the night, we went out to breakfast to a small coffee house, he introduced me as his special friend. The waiters were all gay, they welcomed me, his lay from the night before.

    That in a nutshell was my first time, there have been many more, maybe it helps explain why I never met the girl of my dreams.

    #45568 — Comments (0) — Aug 5, 2019 at 5:25 PM — That's Juicy! (16) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 26

    This is pretty plain vanilla. I got a job working as a hostess at this small restaurant that catered primarily to working women. I was told by one of the waitresses that not all of the women were straight, like there may be some that were lesbian. I was so curious and she would point out that one, or those two, and so on. Some I could believe, but some I just couldn't. One afternoon after the lunch rush, part of my job was helping set up for dinner before my shift ended, she asked me to go out with her that night. I didn't think anything of it, I went. We went to this Chinese restaurant she had told me about and then we went to this bar. She whispered to me that this was a ladies bar and that most of the women there were lesbians, except maybe for me. She told me that she was a lesbian and she thought I should explore my feelings. I was uncomfortable mostly because every woman that walked by I couldn't get over that maybe she was lesbian, according to her there was no maybe. She pointed out the ones that were quiet and the ones that were loud, the ones that were there looking for a one night stand and the ones that were there together. She told me that the only way you knew if you were a lesbian was to kiss a lesbian and she puckered up and told me to kiss her. No one would care, lots of girls kissed in there. Kiss her and run my tongue over her lips. I felt weird, strange and she kissed me and ran her tongue over my lips, and she said for me to kiss her, to just lay it on her, to kiss her and put my arms around her neck and put everything I had into the kiss. It was more like she kissed me, but I did put my arms around her neck. We left the bar and went to her place and she gave me a whole lot of instructions, she was going to make love to me and she wanted me to go along. First get undressed and show off my wares. Second undress her and admire her wares. Third lean over and suck on her nipple. Fourth, get tit to tit and kiss and kiss, make out, shove my hips into her. Fifth, lay down and let her feel me up, finger me and then kiss me, open my legs and just let her kiss and lick and do things with her mouth and tongue. Now do her. I did it all with her and she said spend the night with her and when we got up in the morning we would go to this breakfast place where only lesbians went. I had to get used to being around lesbians, from now on nothing but lesbians. I am new to being a lesbian, learning about it.

    #45502 — Comments (1) — Jul 30, 2019 at 11:12 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
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