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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 —
    Straight Male / 42

    True story of my firt bi experience:

    It was the 3rd night of a week long trade show and conference. It was the night all attendees were on their own for following the afternoon sessions. Several of our industry vendors had scheduled "Open Hospitality Suites" from 5pm until 7pm. If one visits 3 of the 5 vendors for drinks they are, in most cases, drunk by the last even if they make all 5 vendors. I was in my room on a conference call regarding issues and problems at the home office and it was 7:30pm before I was able to leave me room. The first 2 vendors suites I went to had already closed and those vendors were on their way to the Casino. I was getting on the elevator when one of my collegues was in the elevator and told me there was one vendor suite with a few people. I rode to the lobby floor with him and then went back up to the top floor suite in hopes of a good stiff drink or two.

    Walking from the elevator toward the suite I passed a couple of people I knew who told me I was still in time for a drink as there were still people in the suite. When I went into the suite I saw a handfull of people. By the time I finished my first drink and went to the bar for the second, the bar tender was packing up his mobile bar. The host came over and told the bar tender to leave a couple of bottles of liquor and some beer as there were still 4 people.
    Within the next few minutes the bar tender had gone, as well as two of the other collegues. That left the vendor host and a collegue from a sister location. The guy from our sister company told me he had recieved a text and knew there were issues at my office. We set down on the sofa as the host poured my third drink as he and I talked.

    The personal issues I was dealing with evolved around a very well qualified gay man who had been transferred to my office in a senior management position and a homophobic, conservative, Republican man resenting a gay man telling him what to do. It had taken months for his resentment to surface, however, with me being gone all week that employee had been lobbying for a revolt demanding I fire the well qualitied gay man when I got back...or...

    Th e vendor host was listening to our conversation and commented that being gay or straight should have no bearing on ones ability to do their job or their, justified promotion. We all aggreed as each of the other two shared issues they had enountered regarding gay and bi individuals. Over the next couple of hours we had eaten (ordered in) in the suite and were working on a real buzz.
    tOur conversation has evolved to porn, women we hooked with on the road and my collegue admitting to some threewways on the road with another man and women. The vendor host put his lap top on the coffee table, turned it on to PornHub and were were drinking and watching porn. The conversation went back to gays and then to bi men when my collegue told the host to switch to "bi M/M/F" porn. I am now sitting between a collegue and vendor host watching men suck each other, take it in the ass while fucking and eating pussy. The host then said, "I see nothing wrong with what they are doing - it's raw, unhibited sex", and my collegue agreed. I have turned down blow jobs from guys since I was in middle school. My guy sex was limited to circle jerks in middle school and one while I was in college.

    The host typed into the search tab "Gay threeways" and up came hundreds of videos and he opened the first. I wasn't saying anything but the other two's conversations was leading to admissions of bi activity. When I noticed my c9llegue rubbing his crotch I was frozen not knowing what was about to happen. Then, the host was rubbing his crotch, so I decided I needed to leave and stood up. Howevere, I was not steady on my legs and set back down on my ass. I told my collegue to swap seats, which put me on the end and the two of them beside each other. They asked it I would be offended if they got comfortable and I said, "do your thing."

    Both unzipped their dress pants with their had dicks now exposed. I heard the host say, "damn what a cock." That is when I looked and my collegue (a bi racial, married man) was stroking the biggest cock I have ever seen; it was a big as any cock I had seen on porn. He had one hand on it (at the base) and the host had his hand on the top and the head was sticking out. Together they were stroking it real slow. The host leaned over and engulfed the head into his mouth. My collegue had his had on the back of his head and was hunching his cock head in and out of his mouth. That was the point I felt a stiring in my groins for the first time - EVER with a man. That is how I like to face fuck females.

    They pushed the coffee table back as the host hit his knees. My collegue stood up (back towatd me) as he face fucked our vendor host. I could not see the cock in his mouth as was looking as my collegues ass cheeks. Now my collegue knelt, the host stood up and he took his cock into his mouth. Now he is fucking his cock in and out the mouth of my collegue and friend. My cock was so hard I thought it would burst out the zipper. The host looking at my hard cock in my pants told me to "unzip and let it out". Liquor or whatever, I stood, unzipped and hauled out my hard, throbbing cock. The host pulled my cllegue of his cock turning his head back to look at my dick. He turned completely, reaching for my cock stroking it as I looked down. Then, he took my cock into his mouth and I gasped with pleasure as he devoured my hard cock.

    My eyes were closed and mu head turned up as I felt my collegue guide my cock to the mouth of our vendor host. I looked down and two married men were now taking turns sucking my cock and balls. They had only been on me a couple of minutes and I was about to blow. So I pulled back placing my hand over my cock. Drool was drippping out of me like sap from a maple tree. My collegue said, "your cock tells my you like this." I shook my head yes. The host placed his hand on my shoulders pushing down, and to my knees I went. He took the black cock of my collegue and guided it to my mouth which I willingly opened.

    Had anyone ever told me I would suck a dick or even think about doing so, I would have called them a lie. Now, here i am sucking on my college and our host vendor, on my knees with hands on my head and being face fucked like I did the females. Drool was pouring out of my cock onto the carpet and I was thoroughly enjoying partaking of the forbidden fruit.

    We took off our cloths and moved to the bed where I watched my collegue shove pubs deep into the ass of another married man and I was wanting some too. Needless to say, when I shoved my dick in his ass it went in with ease and my collegue laid on his back and slid under the host, who I was fucking doggy, and he licked my balls and the bottom om my dick as I fucked my first man pussy. I was on my back with my legs spread wide as they took turns sucking my to an orgasm with shot cum all the way to the head of the bed, They licked every drop of cum on my body and even kissed me some. My cock was still semi hard when our host twisted my head towad the foot of the best, got over me doggy sucking my cock and I was sucking his. My collegue stood at the foot of the bed fucking him over my face and we all got off again. That was the first time a man ever cum in my mouth.

    It was 5am when we left the host vendorrs suit returning to each of our room to shower and get ready for the last day. Fortunatly that day ended at noon with an ending lunch. As soon as we could get to the host suite were were naked and sucking each other. To my shock and surprise, my collegue had invited another bi, married man to join us. We each sucked getting each other off a time or two. Around midnight, after being fucked by the host and other guy, I took my collegues big thick, black dick in my ass and it only took a few minutes until I shot off all over the place, and without touching myself.

    #40835 — Comments (0) — Jul 19, 2018 at 9:01 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 43

    Guilt, Catholic guilt. I am pretty sure that only Catholics appreciate the Catholic guilt. I am female so the guilt trip is a lot higher than it is for males. I was one of sisters, no boys in our family. My mother was very religious and we went to Mass every Sunday and usually we had some sort of Catholic thing that was going on. Catholic girls do not look at other Catholic girls. There are sins, but that is one sin that you cannot get out of. Looking at another girl.

    Her name was Kathy. She was new in our town, she came from Monroe, Louisiana and everyone knows that girls from Louisiana are easy. She was taller than me, her hair was dark and her eyes were dark and my father told me that she was probably a Cajun. To me she was the prettiest girl I had ever met. She was a senior in high school and I was a freshman. In the bathroom I had seen her nipple, she had bent over to clean her shoe with a tissue and I saw her nipple. I masturbated for the first time thinking about her. I got two fingers inside of me and I didn't stop until I had an orgasm. My first. I died from shame afterwards.

    As one of four girls I knew that the penalty for masturbation was bad so I did not talk to my priest. I dreamt on my bed that she was leaning over to kiss me, I could feel her lips on mine, I dreamt it was her hand touching me, I pulled my legs up and used my fingers and masturbated dreaming that she was kissing my breasts but that she would only give me a little small kiss on my sex down there.

    I went to the bookstore and I found these books on homosexuality. I read them in the isle, I bought a novel, Lover, and took it with me and read it in the bathroom and kept it hidden under my mattress. I went to church to see her, I stayed late at school to see her. She saw me, how couldn't she, I was always there. One day she asked me if I didn't have someplace else to go. I was embarrassed. At church she came up to me and apologized and said she didn't mean to be harsh, it is just that her friends noticed and they were asking about me.

    She went to college and I stayed in love. I wrote her long letters while she was away, pages and pages, I imitated the writing style of the novel, in one describing what I wore on Sunday with notes about how I didn't like the bras that my mother bought me and she gave me suggestions and told me that when she was home she would take me bra shopping. She needed some bras so that is something we could do together. Sometimes she would answer my letters with a short letters telling me to cool it, I sounded like I was going to explode. And once she wrote me and told me that it was ok, I could write to her and tell her everything I felt, no matter how personal, she wanted me to know that I should write to her every day if I wanted, she loved getting my letters and read them over and over.

    One day I got this letter, it was typed. It had one sentence on it. "Do you love me?". After her signature she had three hearts. I took me a while, I mean a while because I was still staring at her typed words, until I noticed that in each heart she had written I LOVE YOU. Talk about a melt down. I was fifteen. When she came home for Thanksgiving I couldn't wait to see her and I had my older sister drive me over to her house. Things were crazy, she told me to calm down, to cool it. We made arrangements to see each other on Friday at the mall.

    She took me bra shopping like she said. She picked out her bras and she helped me pick out my bras and we got in the stall and she got topless and helped me get topless and she held my breasts with her hands and had me put my hands on her breasts. Maybe a half a minute, but it was a half a minute and she helped me try on several bras, cupping me with each one to find the right one, all the time braless. After she found a bra for herself we paid and we went out into the mall and she took me aside and said that I shouldn't be telling anyone that we bought bras together. And that included my sisters.

    On Saturday she invited me to her house. We spent all afternoon in her room. She locked the door and laid back on her bed and asked me which part I liked best. What ever I liked best I could take off. But anything I took off she would take off of me. Of course I started with her top and she took off my top and sat there bare breasted touching our nipples and she leaned over and kissed my nipple and she had me lean over and kiss hers. She leaned back on the bed and told me to take something else off, something that was really private. She was long and her legs came together in a perfect V. She put her finger at the top of her V and told me that is exactly where she wanted the kiss. She took off my pants and laid me out on the bed with my legs straight and kissed me right there. She said we had to get serious. So she took my knees and opened my legs and pushed them back and lowered her head until she had her mouth on me and shot her tongue into me. It was my turn next and it was hard to do, but it also felt good to do. We had done 'it'. It was the first time for both of us.

    Later on as things got serious and people noticed and we were both out of college and living together and we had come out to our families, we moved to the West Coast where things were supposed to be easier. We didn't fit in and we moved to New York where we live today. Today it is pretty easy, no one seems to care. But back then my priest when he found out that I was seeing a girl pretty much excommunicated me from our church. People talked, some were supportive, some weren't. Kids at school were generally supportive, whatever made you happy. In college I was there alone so no one really knew. At work I had a roommate, so many other young professionals had roommates, they had just not gone to our apartment where we were definitely roommates. In the end the rumors about girls from Monroe, Louisiana turned out to be true, those girls were easy, just not they way the boys had wanted.

    #40751 — Comments (2) — Jul 9, 2018 at 9:09 AM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 48

    Im fucked!!! Im a twink ass closet nudist drunk crack ho wanna be. I quit crack for 2 months cold turkey but fell off today. Well, same ol same ol. Drunk, got a gram and smoked it like a fiend in my back yard buck naked. I want to be gangbanged in public doggystyle while studs are pulling my long blonde hair as they are pounding my hiked up ass raw and slapping my ass cheeks. Throat fuckin my drooling mouth and gulpin down loads of jizz on the other end too.
    Oooooh yeah, Im a dick suckin ball lickin rod ridin sexy ass shaved exibitionist hott ass twink and its my fantisy to get shit faced drunk, power smoke an 8 ball untill my cock shrinks to a nub and be manhandled by a dozen or so well endowed studs on a silver tarp in the blazing sun oiled and completly shaved smooth of all my body hair from the neck down.
    I would be the biggest slut on earth begging for cum and wildly suckin lickin fuckin and gulpin cocks for hours untill too sore to walk and burpin up gooo, licking balls clean and eating out asses as im pumped like a lil sissy bitch boy. Ooooh my God, i want to be gangbanged soooo bad!!!! Fuck me Fuck me PLEASE FUCK ME!!!!! â¡ NAKED BOY.

    #40705 — Comments (0) — Jul 5, 2018 at 8:31 PM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 52

    I caught my young nephew dressed in his Mother's lingerie this afternoon. The rest of the family is down the shore and he was home alone. I had stopped by to pick up some fireworks I had left in their garage last year. I stood watching him stride back and forth in front of the hallway mirror. His knees buckled and he nearly fell out of his four-inch stiletto heels when he noticed me smiling at him. He tried to stammer some excuse and tried to run up the stairs and he stumbled. I gently helped him to his feet and he wouldn't look at me. I told him he looked very nice and that his secret was safe with me. He began to calm down and I calmly asked him how long he'd been sucking cock. "Never!, he protested. "Would you like too?, I grinned at him. He was a natural and with minimal coaching he made me cum in his mouth. He instinctively swallowed the whole load. He was very upset afterwords and felt really guilty. I sat with him and tried to calm him giving him a few soft pecks on his lips. Soon we were kissing quite passionately. I then went down on him, pulling aside his panties I got his dick nice and wet with my tongue and began fingering his virgin asshole. I was bringing him to the brink with my mouth and finger when he suddenly exclaimed, "Fuck me, fuck me now!" It took some doing and a generous amount of lube but he whelped with pleasure when I penetrated him. I was very gentle and we fucked for some time. I rolled Tommy onto his back and began kissing him as we fucked missionary. It was so intense and I came hard and deep in his ass. I told him that it would stay between us and all he had to do is ask if he wants to hook up again.

    #40688 — Comments (0) — Jul 4, 2018 at 11:53 PM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Straight Female / 24

    My best friend from high school stayed with me. I lived with three other girls, so she stayed in my room and slept with me in my bed. We went on a trip to Europe, we shared a room and a bed. I moved to Queens, I got an efficiency apartment, she moved to New York and we live together.

    How many days, months, do we have to live together, sleep together, be together before we have to come out? We will be living together one year on July 4th. How do we know we are the real thing? How do we know we are not just really good friends who love being together? How do you tell your mom you are not interested in meeting any more 'nice' guys?

    We 'fondle', cuddle, kiss, but she is scared of making a mistake. How do we know we are in love?

    I am putting straight, but I only have butterflies for her.

    #40598 — Comments (3) — Jun 26, 2018 at 2:55 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Straight Male / 35

    when i was about 13 or 14 my sister linda and i use to fool around and play show me yours,i would pull my cock out and let her play with it while my hands found a way inside her panties,i said sis i want to wear girls bra and panties and long decrease,we would go for walks through the Bush while I was dressed up,now im laying here wearing purple silky lace panties and bra,black silk pantyhose long red lace petticoat an long blue maxi holter top dress an sister has just worked to 8 inch vibrators into my arse,im now 50 an marriaged and wife and I use meth,she dont know that I wear female clothing or into i****t,we went out one night for abit of fun,we got in car an i pretended my smokes were inside so i run inside went to her draw and took out blue bra an panties and pair of silk pantyhose,i quickly removed all my clothes and put female lingerie on an a long red petticoat then i grabed a maxi dress black holter top and put it on then put male clothes back oni got in car and wife had no idea i was wearing women's clothing,she had some clothes in car from a few weeks back,once at river i lay blanket on the ground for her an then she got naked,i said i go mix us up a shot,while mixing up i took male clothes off an was now dressed up to women's clothing,i took shot over to her an said does the dress suit me she asked have i been crossdressing before i said no only just now cause I wanted to see what it was like,she said if that's what you want to wear then stay in it till home,i said it feels funny but also feels good,i went for a walk in the park while dressed up and vibrator down my panties and 2 6 inch vibs up my arse,i wore female lingerie and clothing for next 5 days then said to wife ive tryed to stop but can't and said i don't want to stop because I really love wearing women's clothing and lingerie,then one night while slipping into a fresh pair of panties and bra my sister walked in on me she went to walk back out but i quickly grabbed her and locked the door and said please don't tell anyone about me wearing women's clothing and lingerie,i said sis you the only person who knows that I wear female clothing and lingerie,i said we go score when i get dressed,i put over-alls on over female clothing and said sis come on lets get going as it was about 2 hr run it was late an dark i stop got out removed overalls fix my dress and got back in,i lifted front of my dress and pulled out my cock and she played with it,i said do you enjoy it when we have i****t sex she said yes,i said you ok with me crossdressing she said yes,she asked if my wife knew that i wear female clothing and lingerie i said only some now,we spoke about i****t and I said it dont intersect me so you are the only one who knows that I fucked our other 2 sisters

    #40555 — Comments (4) — Jun 22, 2018 at 3:21 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 52

    I am happily married for almost thirty years to the mother of three great kids, two boys in college and a young daughter at home. We've enjoyed a loving successful marriage and have done well for ourselves. I have hidden a big secret from her the whole time. When I travel for business I spend most evenings in some strange hotel room on my knees dressed as woman with a cock sliding down my throat. I love to dress in sexy lingerie and ride big hard married cocks the most because if I really like his cock I let him fuck me bareback. I have a small frame and with a wig and the miracle of makeup I'm reasonably passable. But when I'm out shopping or to dinner I am quite turned on when people take a second look at me and wonder. Single guys are weird, married guys are the best and so grateful for a good blow job. I started keeping a journal a couple years after I became a cum slut. In the last twelve years I have sucked cock on one hundred and forty-two occasions. Thirty-eight times with two men at the same time. And one unbelievable sixteen hours when I sucked and got fucked by five different guys. I have been fucked in the ass a hundred and four times by twenty different men, half bareback. Mostly one night stands, a couple threesomes, a five-man gang bang, two extended and one long-term relationship. I love my wife and kids and I adore being a girl.

    #40537 — Comments (0) — Jun 21, 2018 at 12:04 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 35

    I never would've believed it when I was twenty. I'd have scoffed if you'd told me I was going to end up as one of those guys who likes other guys' cocks. That was impossible. Straight people couldn't be turned gay, and I was clearly straight (naked men had no effect whatsoever on my dick and trying to think of them sexually grossed me out). You were born gay or you weren't, and I obviously wasn't. I was so hot for women it hurt.

    I'm still hot for women, but I have to admit that my dick mostly prefers men. It's my own damn fault too. Back in my twenties, the supposedly absurd idea of turning gay was the stuff of horror but also the stuff of erotica for me. I would've been mortified to find my dick swelling for the well hung studs flanking me in the locker room shower, but at the same time, part of me kind of wanted that to happen. The idea was so naughty, it turned me on. Enough, in fact, to prompt me to deliberately jack off to cock pictures, repeatedly, even though they were totally unarousing in themselves. I was trying to like dick, and I was thrilled by the naughtiness of doing something gay and by the even greater naughtiness of wanting to be gay -- even as I was insulated by the sure knowledge that this was all just a silly masochistic fantasy because it was impossible for a straight man to develop a sexual attraction to other men.

    Turns out it wasn't impossible.

    I'm still not attracted to men in the same body-and-soul way that I'm attracted to women, so I wouldn't call myself gay. But sexually speaking, as measured by what gets my dick hard and my balls brewing and my cum bursting out of me, I'm actually more attracted to male bodies than female bodies, most days of the week. Certainly, penises have become the sexiest body part of either gender, hands down. Funny thing is, I still remember not even being able to imagine how a penis could be sexy, back when I started jacking off while looking at them. And now I can't imagine how any human being could not find them sexy. A gorgeous cock is so fucking delectable!

    So be careful what you wish for, as they say. I've become the men from the erotic stories I read years ago: a straight guy who winds up intensely aroused by other men's bodies and can't help it, and who ends up so turned on by cock that he doesn't even really want to go back to being content with boring old pussy. The plus side to my bisexuality is that it's like I'm 16 again: I can get an erection whenever I want without even touching my dick just by thinking lascivious thoughts of a well hung bodybuilder.

    #40515 — Comments (2) — Jun 18, 2018 at 10:23 PM — That's Juicy! (11) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 44

    My story is about crossing over. I was divorced, living in a an apartment complex, nursing my ruined life. The guy next door said hello when we ran into each other and one day he stopped and asked my name and introduced himself. He was a medical sales rep, around fifty, and he was assigned to open up the territory in our city. We said hello and such and one day he asked if I needed company.

    He was a life long gay man. He wasn't pushy, just insistent. He was alone I was alone so why not become friends. He was open about being gay. He knew I was divorced from a fifteen year marriage. One night, he came over almost every night, he said why not let him suck me. That I could probably use a good blow job. I got my first guy blow job on my second hand couch. He knew what to do, and he wouldn't stop until he got me to come. He said that after a good blow job it was customary to give a kiss.

    He didn't leave that night, once you start you have to go all in. Get naked, a full body massage, feel a hard dick against your leg, hold a hard dick in your hand, suck a hard dick. Sucking him was more than ever thought I would do. He offered to help me go all in, but he saw me hesitate and told me that would wait for another night. Right then I needed to get used his dick and having him handle my dick. At night, just to try, he got on my back and humped me.

    I tried to avoid him the next day, but he came over late and said that a relationship had to be cemented and he wanted to give me another blow job, and he needed for me to hold his dick. That night he said was the night, he came prepared, he had the tube and he said we could go bare or if I felt I needed it he would use a condom. But he wanted bare, it just felt better.

    That it felt good it felt good. He used his lube and he kept it slow and easy, he gave me time to adjust. He liked to fuck, said he always had, since he was a kid. He had taken it several times, mostly in the heat of the moment, but he was the guy on top. He told me this was also about roles, someone had to be the wife. It would really be nice if I had something planned for dinner, we could go out, or I could have something for him when he got back from work. And he wanted a kiss, always a kiss, show him I was happy to see him.

    We went out, to gay bars and clubs, to gay restaurants, held hands, he kissed me in public, mostly he said for me to get used to the fact that he was going to kiss me and I was going to kiss him back. We had sex a lot, two three times a week. He gave me the tube and told me to be ready, he shouldn't have to get me dressed up, I should be ready for him.

    I don't know if I was always gay, or for that matter if I am truly gay. I am definitely in the zone, I am definitely the one that looks after things in the house, he likes that his shirts are home ironed, why take them to the cleaners if I can iron them for him. We live together in a townhouse, he makes much more money than I do, and most of what I make goes for child support. Coming out to my kids and ex wife was not as hard as I imagined. My ex wife claims that she always knew.

    #40486 — Comments (0) — Jun 15, 2018 at 8:50 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 24

    I need to accept this after fighting it for long - I am not a real man but a gay femmed out sissy crossdresser. I fought it hard but my gay girlish urges just don't go away. Now I can't even masturbate without imagining myself being taken by a big masculine hunk man like a girlish queer and being cuddled and kissed and ultimately fucked in my ass. I confess it - I want to be a gay sissy wife of a alpha hunk man and swoon in his arms,kiss him,blush like a girlish fag and get my ass fucked like the pathetic impotent girlish queer that I really am. And I am not even ashamed to write this because I have been spoiled completely by my gay sissy queer urges.

    #40485 — Comments (1) — Jun 15, 2018 at 7:21 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
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