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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 / 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

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  • — 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! (7) 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! (15) 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.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 48

    Hi lam a 58 yo sissy faggot crossdresser from Lakeland Fl. Well yesterday morning I woke up early so I dressed put on a mini skirt atop bra thongs and sandals.
    I made coffee and had a cup then I went to my mail box I live in Appartment complex I was walking and got to the mail boxes and this black man came up was getting his mail.
    Then out the he said hay baby want to play and I said where he said Wright here it was still dark .
    But there was lights on in parking lots he came over to me and stated to kiss me and rub on my body.
    And I started to rub his cock and it huge so I couldn't help my self so got his dick out and suck it for a little while got it nice and hard.
    Then he bent me over the Trish can pulled up my skirt and then pulled my thongs to the side and started his big cock in side me .
    Started to fuck me and go deeper and deeper inside me he fucked me for what I thought was an hour but wasn't but when he exploded inside my ass it came out around hiscockand ran down my legs made me have orgasm too.
    I love it.it was the greatest fuck I had for a long time .but what didn't know there was people watching .
    I found out because so sent him a video of us fucking and he said what if they put it on the internet I told I didn't care if they did or not I said if u find it write on best fuck u ever had.
    And I was a sissy faggot crossdresser u put my name where I live I don't care what people think about me anymore I love who I am and very proud to be a sissy faggot crossdresser and that black men have big cocks I love to fuck black men.
    They can last longer and cum a hell of a lot more and I love getting my ass filled up Ok until next time

    #45451 — Comments (0) — Jul 27, 2019 at 8:40 AM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 26

    Eighteen and in my freshman year I went to a frat party. Some guy pinned me down between the couch and the wall and worked my pants down until he was able to fuck me. He left me there and I lay there with my pants around my knees until a girl saw me and helped me up. She helped me get my pants up, took me to the bathroom and went to get a coke and washed out my vagina. The coke was supposed to kill the sperm. It didn't work.

    She and I became best friends, she helped me with my pregnancy and was with me when I gave birth. Raising my daughter while attending college would have been impossible without her help. We moved to Colorado after we graduated, she got a job while I looked for a house and a preschool. After we settled in I got a part time job.

    When my daughter turned seven we decided we needed to join a church. We kept a low profile and put my daughter in Sunday school. When she talked about having two moms we had to meet with the church leadership. They told us we violated their standards for members. We stood our ground and told them there is always a first time and it was going to be their first time. We registered as two single women.

    It never crossed our minds that we were gay, I just found myself in a hard place and she stood by me. We know now that we are probably platonic gays, we live in comfort with each other. Really we are more like sisters than anything else. We are in church therapy learning to show affection for each other, if we are gay we might as well be gay. It is a very strange and funny thing learning how to sleep together after living together for over ten years, it's like sleeping with my sister. But the church says we are their first gay couple and we don't want to disappoint them. The assistant minister offered to marry us so we stop living in sin.

    So we are telling our families and friends that their assumptions have been right all along.

    #45415 — Comments (0) — Jul 23, 2019 at 10:23 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 28

    True Confession:

    I am the youngest of 7 and the only one at honme. The summer before my Junior year in high school a family from out of town leased the house next door, which was owned by my parents. The man had been transferred in so he, his wife, son my age, a daughter in Middle School and a son in Elementary school. Winston, the guy my age and I became quick friends as I delighted s guy my age was in the community of people my parents age and older.
    We rode the school and had a couple of classes together. Winston mom taught at the Elementary school so his brothers and sisters rode home with their mom. My mom owned a dress store so Winston and I had our haouses to ourselves a fes hours in the afternoons. The last day nefore Christmas break, when we got off the bus we went to my house where he said, someone in one of his class told him I had the biggest dick in the gym class and he asked if that were true. I said, I was above average. He asked to see it, so I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my dick. He said, your biger than his dad's cock. He went on to explain he saw his dad naked when they went to the lake and swimming at the public pools. I asked it he wanted to touch it and now sooner got the words out until he was on his knees holding my cock at his mouth. He looked up and I shook my head yes and he devoured my dick. To my shock he let me cum in his mouth and he swallowed. Tall for my age, I was a head taller than Winston whose dick was mich smaller than mine. I reached for it and he shot in my hand no sooner than I touched it.
    Winstons and I became auck and fuck buddies over the next 2 years, even including his cousin who came for summer visits. The summer we graduated High School his parents had bouth a house and were moving during the summer. The day afer they moved Winston and his dad came over to clean the empty house before leaving the key with me as mom and dad were at her store for a sale.
    When I went over, giving them time to clean, Winston handed me a box and aksed if I wanted some porn. I said yes and hge hganded me a box filled with porn magazines and videos. His dad came into the room and said, make sure you folks do not see tham and if they do you did not get them from us. That is when Winston said, I told dad you had a big dick and I felt the blood drain from my face. Next thing I know I am stanbding in an empty dining room holding a box of porn and Winston is beside me rubbing my dick in front of his dad.
    I was literally frozen in my position and could not move or utter a word. Winston's dad was smilling as he told him to take it out, which he did. I could not get hard as I was frozen with fear. Winston's dad walked to me andd took the box out of my hands and, at the same time, he told Winston to go down on it. He dropped the box on the floor, turned back to see his son with my dick in his mouth. I still wasn't getting hard when Winston's dad unzipped his shorts and pulled out his hard cock and began to stroke it. He took my hand and placed it on his hard cock and began to massage the back of my neck as Wintson came off my cock and took his dad's cock into his mouth. Now I am hard as a piece of granite when Winston's dad knelt beside his son and took my cock into his mouth. Winstons is on his stomach sucking his dad's cock while he sucked mine and I had to back up as I was about to blow.
    Winston and his dad stood up and we began to stroke each others cocks. That is when Winston put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me to my knees where I took his dad's cock into my mouth ad then Winstons's. Winston usggested we go to my house where there wasa bed and could lock the doors. When he got there Winston pulled us into my parnets room on the California King bed where we sucked and fucked each other for over an hour.
    Without any doubt taht was the most intense sexual experience of my life and, even today, when I masturbate to that memorty I blow heavy, intense legs and my bogy shakes.
    The summer prior Winstons's dad caught him and his cousin in a 69 and joined in. Winston had no idea his father was bi, although his dad suspected him. I was never in a 4 way with them and the cousin, but was in several fousomes with other married men. Although I moved away that fall and never moved back I have had many encounters with Wintson and bis dad == individually and in groups. I dreamed of Winstons and his dad last night and woke with a major boner. I had beat off before bed and here I was, 4 hours later, jacking my steele hard cock and blowing aload which hit the pillow besdie my head and all over my hairy chest. Without a doubt, sex with Winston and his dad was/is the best sex I have eer had or ever will have.

    #45296 — Comments (0) — Jul 15, 2019 at 9:31 AM — That's Juicy! (22) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 41

    I was a Secretary for a small trade union here in England. Married two kids & wife not bothered about sex. I had attended a Branch meeting to give my report & have a few drinks with the boys, my members. In fact every branch meeting was very beery & as I walked home from the station I really needed to piss.
    I rushed into the public toilet outside the station & let fly with a steady relaxing stream into the urinal. Then I saw the toilet door to my right move a little. I thought I was alone. An old man with specs on was peeping at me through the crack in the almost closed door as I was pissing.
    At first I couldn't believe my eyes, & looked again, oh yes a man about 60. For some unexplainable reason I became very turned on. My cock had a mind of its own & hardened up in seconds in my hand as I finished my piss. I was physically shaking in my excitement as I turned to face my observer, I started to stroke my eight inches of man meat so he could see me wanking. The door opened, he came out slowly his eyes bulging with his own excitement, his old cock was out, a good size hanging limply down his leg as he wanked himself. He told me I had a lovely cock as he reached over to feel me. I found myself just standing there letting this stranger start to wank me.
    He came closer to me so I reached out to have a feel of his knob. I started to gently wank it for him, he started to show some interest & began to stiffen up in my hand. I was so horny at that moment I think I'd have done anything. Then another man came down the steps for a piss. We both heard him so both stood at a urinal each to look like we were both pissing. Except my cock was rock hard & standing up. The new arrival was tall, he looked down at my cock & started wanking himself. Ooh I like that. He said. The old man said hi to him & grabbed my cock again, dropping down on his knees he took me in his mouth & started to take as much of me into his mouth as he could. The other guy watched as he stroked his little penis into full erection. The old man reached for the little cock & stroked it lovingly as he felated me very well.

    I was getting close & told him if he kept doing that I'd come in his mouth. He came up for air, taking me in hand as he said please do. My sight went all blurry & my head was spinning as I ejaculated what felt like a gallon of thick semen into his old well practised mouth, he gulped it all down, with some running down his chin. This triggered the tiny cock into spurting his white creamy load all over the old boys hand. I was catching my breath as the old man stood up licking the semen off his hand. Thank you. He said to me. You really needed that you came plenty.

    I asked if he was here at any special day. He said today a Thursday between one & three. I said I need to see you again. I was at the station toilet every Thursday when ever I could. I met another cocksucker there too & kept in touch for many years. I been Bi ever since I love cock & having my arsehole licked out.

    #45279 — Comments (1) — Jul 14, 2019 at 6:25 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Straight Female / 23

    First I can't complain about my life, I am one daughter of several (we are seven kids), my parents own a very successful business in Indiana and I enjoyed a great childhood. But, always a but, I just never met my other half. Not that I have not tried. I am pretty enough, if not too much, athletic, energetic, good schools, traveled extensively, poised, conversationalist. I am a "catch". I was alwas told that whoever gets me will get a great wife and I am laser focused on family. I don't work, I am MOM material, I will make you a great home.

    I am picky, if you are not premium then you are not for me.

    Well I went to see my mother's baby sister in New York. She is single, rich and moves in all the right social circles. My Mom sent me to see her, maybe she can shed some light on my man problem. She was as nice as you can expect, she has always been my favorite Aunt. When we had dinner she told me she didn't want a man, she was quite happy slipping in and out of bed with lovely young ladies. To put it bluntly she really never got close enough for some man to use his dick on her. Sorry to disappoint, but if I was interested she could set me up with more pussy than I could handle.

    Talk about being put in an awkward position. My aunt was gay and my mother knew it and she sent me anyway. My aunt did what my mother wanted, introduced me to several girls. All nice, beautiful, educated at great schools, rich, and looking for 'that girl'. Two weeks of 'dates', two weeks of false starts, two weeks of asking myself what was I doing. Then one showed up, she is an artist, her work is amazing, 31, so beautiful, she got into my mind. And she told my aunt she would see me, she just didn't want to break me in.

    But I wanted her to break me in. All I thought was if this was what I was then she was the one. I had literally never felt the 'connection' before. My aunt said get between the sheets a couple of times and see if you like it, see if you are compatible with a strong minded woman, if you can be her Beta because she is definitely an Alpha. Well, she broke me in, and it was the most anxious thing I have ever done. I liked it, but it was so weird, and I never got up the nerve to kiss her down there.

    I always envisioned myself being a Mom with five kids, I always saw myself walking beside a man, but can I be that to this woman? I know I am picky, but I never thought I was fishing in the wrong pond. The fishies I was supposed to be looking for look like me, and don't have a stinger. What if she says, nice roll in the hay, but you aren't pretty enough?

    #45246 — Comments (1) — Jul 11, 2019 at 5:17 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 47

    After college a friend of mine and I, both middle class white females, decided to make a trip through South America, starting in Peru. This was in the mid eighties. We hired a guide to take us to Machu Picchu. He was thirty five or so, a sociology student but not graduated, he spoke English pretty well. We flew to Cusco and were supposed to continue by land from there.

    In Cusco we stayed at a small hotel, he had his room and we shared a room with two beds. In the middle of the night the door was busted down and we were taken out of our beds, hand cuffed and thrown in police vehicles. We were taken somewhere, interrogated about supporting the Shining Path which we had never heard of, pressed for the most minute information about our guide.

    After three days we were given our things and escorted under armed guards and put on a plane to Miami.

    We never traveled abroad again. We have lived together all these years, we sleep in the same room. We never heard about our guide, never found out why we were arrested and interrogated. We were not m****ted sexually, but that is a small consolation to what they did do, using one of us to suffer and the other one to beg them to stop.

    Somewhere in that darkness I understood that if I was to ever love someone I should love her right then before they killed me without ever loving someone. I asked for forgiveness for my sins, told her I loved her and prepared my soul for the hereafter. Our eyes locked and we took strength from each other. On the flight back to Miami she confessed her love for me.

    #45232 — Comments (1) — Jul 10, 2019 at 9:07 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
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