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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 / 21

    For the last several years my best friend and I have been bi with each other but only for oral sex. He was always afraid to go any further.

    It started with us just being two curious teenage boys who wanted to know if we liked cock as well as pussy. Turns out we both did. After the first couple times of each of us taking turns filling each others stomachs with cum we became a lot more confident about it and basically turned into each other's cock whores.

    We lived just a few minutes away from each other and were constantly at each other's houses. Sure we did (and still do) normal things like play video games and go bowling and stuff, but around all of that there was our oral sex. Sometimes when our parents were home and we needed relief, we would make an excuse to drive somewhere just so one of us could suck cock.

    We became so horny for each other occasionally that we would even use lunch during school to hide in a closet or restroom and suck each other off.

    Even during all this we still had girlfriends who had no idea what we were doing without them. Sometimes I would drop a girlfriend off at her house after a fuck date and then go pick him up to finish the night off with his cum.

    Well a few days ago he finally broke ice about anal. He has known for a while that I've been interested but he was not. Then he opened up and I think our relationship has leapt into new territory.

    He spent the first 30 minutes of our night fucking my asshole which I have used dildos over the years to enjoy some degree of anal sex. I told him this and told him not to be too gentle, that I want a proper ass fucking. He did not let me down.

    He filled my rear with an enormous load of cum. After a few moments of him catching his breath and me cleaning his cock of all the residual cum, he was ready for his first time.

    I was gentle until his hole loosened up and then shifted gears. I came in his right butt hole in just a few minutes after that and we collapsed together panting and laughing. We loved it and I'm sure it will be a great addition to our friendship.

    #42936 — Comments (1) — Jan 9, 2019 at 1:11 AM — That's Juicy! (17) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 26

    Definitely this is about self discovery, and partly about self acceptance. I am a lesbian, a homosexual woman but I never thought I would say that. I never dreamt in a thousand years that I was a lesbian.

    I got married in college to the right guy. He had the three most important attributes for a husband, he was rich, he came from a well to do family and he had money. I had the right attributes, I was rich, I came from a well to do family and I had money. That is all it takes to get married. On our wedding night, I admit that he was drunk and I was not and he got on me demanding that I give him what he wanted and what happened cannot ever be classified as love making or any other kind of making, I ended up with a bloody nose, torn clothes and a torn and bleeding anus. It was the first time and it was the last time.

    We settled down in our gift house and a year later my kitchen looked like it came out of the gift box, the living room looked like it came out of the gift box, there was plenty of room in the closet in the master bedroom for my clothes and he was happy across the house in the guest room with his electronics and his girlfriends.

    One weekend his girlfriend for the night stayed over. I usually did not meet them, an unwritten rule of sorts, but this time she was there all weekend so we had to talk. She got into my kitchen and started to look for stuff and I watched. She found a frying pan and a spatula and she got into the fridge and took out some eggs and stuff and made an omelet for herself and one for me and we sat down for breakfast. It was eleven o'clock and we were still talking and still unshowered, me in my night clothes and she in her day clothes from the day before. She did not have on a bra, I noticed that, no bra and every time she moved her nipples went around and up and down her blouse, when I stopped talking and stared at her nipples they got hard and my nipples got hard against my night shirt. In all my life I had never gotten completely soaked from just being with someone and talking, I kept staring at her long neck and her hair and her fingers and her arms and well I stared at her until she suggested that we go upstairs and take a shower.

    We went to my bedroom and when we went into my bathroom she took off her top and told me to take off my night shirt and she walked up to me and we compared breasts, she told me she was bi and asked me if I was bi, she helped me step out of my panties and she took off hers and we stood naked on the floor together our breasts touching and she asked me what my favorite game was. I begged off her question, I didn't know what she was talking about and we got the shower going and got in and wet our hair and she took the soap and lathered me up and asked me to do the same. The shower was mostly about touching and several kisses on the lips, on her neck and cheeks, on my forehead and cheeks and again on the lips.

    After drying off she took all the bedclothes off my bed and asked me to lay back on the bed and keep my legs open so she could explore and after exploring with her eyes and fingers she explored with her tongue and mouth and after she had me to into a climax she pulled up beside me and played with my breasts and nipples. When it was my turn she gave me instructions, she had me examine her visually and tactfully before exploring with my mouth and tongue and she kept me there until she climaxed and then had me kiss and toy with her breasts and nipples. Tit for tat, I never knew what tat was until that day.

    The love affair that came out of it has lasted a long time. I am not bi I am a lesbian. She says she is bi but since we have been together she doesn't find any desire to be a with a man. My husband moved on to other girlfriends, some we may see from time to time but others come and go and we never see them. My kitchen is not quite the picture perfect kitchen and my living room is definitely lived in now, my bedroom is a mess and my closet are filled with clothes and shoes, my bed is never empty and my bathroom is filled with women's products and makeup. My girlfriend is very tuned to looking smart and she has expensive tastes. I can afford it, why not I have never spent money on anyone before, she keeps teaching me new games and I never go to bed alone anymore.

    #42858 — Comments (0) — Jan 3, 2019 at 8:29 AM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 25

    A friend of mine and I started to run in the morning and she convinced me to go with her to the gym. She is really into crossfit and the body stuff and is always fit. I went with her a couple of times and I spent most of the time I was there watching her. The second time we were there she had to shower and change because she was going to a job interview so I went into the changing room with her while she showered and dressed. I sat on the bench in front of the lockers and she pulled off her workout clothes and when she took off her top she had on this very tight sports bra on and she released her boobs. She had real boobs, boobs with big nipples and she was standing in front of me totally naked, her tight stomach, totally smooth no pubes, large globes, smiling at me asking me what was wrong. She held my face in both hands and asked me if I approved, she bent over and kissed me and told me that it was all for me all I had to do was ask.

    After she was dressed and we walked to our cars she took a moment and took my hand in hers and she repeated what she had said, she told me to ask, just ask because she spent her days waiting for me to hold her in my arms and tell her I loved her. I told her I did but I had never thought about her like that. She squeezed my hand and told me to think about it, she was all mine and she was there only for the asking. She went to her interview and I went to my job, I was worthless all day.

    That evening she came to my place, she was dressed in casual street clothes, she was not wearing a sports bra and it was the first time I saw her dressed like that. She held her boobs up and told me she saw how I looked at her and she wanted me to enjoy them, to enjoy all of her because she had come to offer herself completely to me. She was explicit and she was totally frank about being a lesbian and she had always been a lesbian and she had been in love with me since we were in college and now she was there to be mine if I wanted to have her. But, she said, but I had to reach for her.

    I couldn't, I was scared right then, of me, of everything, of her, of the whole idea of what she was saying, she didn't let me think, she stood right in front of me, pushing her boobs into me, reaching around and holding my behind and she kept telling me to embrace her and pull her close to me, she pushed her mouth on mine and she told me to just take her and fuck her. In all my life I had never had a girl tell me to fuck her, I didn't even know what that meant, but by then she had pushed me onto my sofa and she said if I didn't fuck her she was going to fuck me, but she was tired of waiting and if she had to drag it out of me she was going to drag it out of me.

    With her breasts in my face and grabbing my clothes and tearing them off, reaching into my pants until I just pushed her away and she fell back on the sofa and swore at me and told me to fuck her again and to stop playing with her. I fell into her arms crying, she stopped being hard like that and she told me we should just go to my room and we would go slow and make love and it would soon be over and I could show her I loved her and she would show me she loved me.

    We did go to my room and she made love to me, that evening I did not make love to her but I did let her kiss me and go down on me, get me naked. It was a very long time before I grabbed her so to speak and fucked her. A long time before I tore her pants off to eat her. I hated her bald pussy, I really did and she grew out this wonderful tuft of pubes that makes her pussy look like it should, I hated her sports bras and she only wears them now to work out, I like her in dresses, I like that she is fit and all but I like long hair on her and I like her to have her nails done, I just don't like the gym look, I never did. I want her to be my girlfriend, emphasis on girl. She likes the gym and I like the spa, I can't help it I prefer for her to make love to me, at least to start, it takes a while before I can work up to making love to her.

    I am just not that kind of girl, I don't like being bossy, I make up my mind if I have to, but I don't like being bossy and I don't like her being bossy either. If someone needs to make the decision I will, I have always been able to make decisions, but I do not like to look bossy or be bossy, it is just not me. I love her, I guess I always did but didn't know it but for me the whole fitness thing is a bit of a turnoff, maybe that is why it took me so long to admit to myself that I had feelings for her. I will watch her workout but I won't, I want to go shopping after her workout if you understand where I am coming from, to buy her something to make her look pretty.

    #42845 — Comments (3) — Jan 2, 2019 at 8:29 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 22

    I am 22 and recently graduated from college. I moved to Austin with a friend and we got jobs. My uncle, my mother's older brother just appeared at the door of the apartment. We were still asleep in bed. We live in a small one bedroom efficiency and he saw that we had one bed one room one closet. My roommate after two minutes of his questioning told him we were adults, gay and in love. That's how I came out, agreeing with my schoolgirl friend, college roommate and now significant other telling my uncle I was gay.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 37

    Giving in to temptation. I was working as a bar back in a hotel while I looked for another job. At the hotel was a man who worked in the gift shop. He mentioned that he was moving and he wanted to sell some of the stuff he had so he wouldn't have to take it with him. I went to his apartment to see what he had, a vacuum cleaner is what caught my eye and he told me I could have it for fifteen dollars. After we agreed he asked me to sit and he calmly unzipped his pants and let himself hang out. He just stood there with his penis hanging out of his pants. After a couple of long minutes of silence he asked if I had any desire for anything else.

    To say I was uncomfortable is not giving it enough justice. A grown balding man with his penis hanging outside his zipper. He walked up close and said it was going to be okay, he got close to my face and let his penis touch my cheek and my nose, he repeated that it was going to be okay to just open my mouth and enjoy. His penis was small at first, he held my head with both his hands and encouraged me to suck him slowly and enjoy him with my tongue. He slowly got hard until he was fully erect and he held my head as he stroked in and out. He instructed me to undo his belt and to unbutton his pants and push them down so I could enjoy him completely.

    When he came he caught me by surprise, what I had in my mouth he told me to swallow slowly, to savor it to roll it around with my tongue and swallow it. He pulled his pants up and gave me his handkerchief to wipe my face. He then took my face and held it tight against his pants. After a few minutes he released me and looked down and asked if there was anything else I wanted. I stood and he held my hand and said I didn't need to go, but I had to go. He reminded me of the vacuum and told me that we had shared something special.

    I spent the rest of the day going crazy, I couldn't work so I called in sick and walked around my small apartment. I could believe I had sucked a man's dick. I told myself I decided to quit my job that I couldn't go back to work and face him again. The next time I saw him was because he came to my apartment to find out why I had quit. He held my face with his hands and kissed me square on the lips, over and over again. Somehow I found myself naked facing him holding his dick while he held mine. He pushed me, he didn't leave me alone. I was putty in his hands and he didn't leave town without first fucking me. Why he chose me I never found out, I was too young to experience that and be left me behind alone. It took me many years before I was able to deal with it, and it was many more years before I found myself in a room with a man and I could do what I had done with him and not hate myself.

    I am his age now, the age he was when he sold me the vacuum cleaner and I was a kid barely out of high school.

    #42768 — Comments (0) — Dec 27, 2018 at 10:26 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 24

    I have been working at the same place since I was 18. They hired me the day after I graduated high school. As I have gotten older I have become more and more comfortable with my sexuality and have blossomed into a rather flamboyant sissy. So one day I decided to come out to a couple of my co workers as if they couldn't have figured it out already. word got to my boss who is a fundamentalist Christian and believes the crime of being a homosexual should get the death penalty. So he immediately fired me and even refused to give me my final pay check or back vacation pay or some benefits I was entitled to. So I hired a lawyer and sued him. State law makes it illegal to fire someone for being gay. I honestly don't know how he could not have known before. I won the law suit. It took a while but the judge ordered him to pay me 18 months back pay at triple the rate I was paid. Then he ordered him to hire me back at double my previous rate and reinstate all my benefits retroactive to the date he fired me. He refused, spent months in jail for contempt of court then he lost his business when the judge ordered it sold. My new boss is gay and he likes me, a lot...

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 21

    I came out with my freshman roommate in college. She is an all American beauty, 5 foot 6 inches, blond and blue eyed, she played various sports in high school including softball, volleyball and lacrosse. She came to college on a softball scholarship. She is a kisser and toucher, she likes to play with my tits, but mostly she likes to lay around and kiss. Kiss in the morning after you wake up, kiss before you go to class, kiss when you get in from class, kiss when sit around and watch tv. I wasn't used to so much kissing, the most I had ever done was pretend kiss at parties.

    When she gave things away was one morning when I was at breakfast in the cafeteria and she came down and snuck her hands under my arms and held me by the boobs and kissed me to say good morning. She didn't think anyone was watching us. That afternoon she told a friend of mine that we were queers and she didn't care who knew. Basically she outed me. Once she decided that she wanted to come out and she dragged me with her. Coming out at school eventually meant that I had to come out at home, no one was surprised and no one was surprised that I was dating my roommate at college, well actually sleeping with her because we were in the same room. My parents had a talk with us, her parents were not so easy, they were shocked even though she had experimented in high school a whole lot more than I ever did.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 46

    I worked for Band X all my career and got to the end of the rope and was let go as I approached 65. The severance package was generous but the loss of the job was not. I went into a deep depression. I started out with I will travel, but of course alone that is not fun. My son has been my burden since his teens, he dropped out of high school, has been in prison for dealing drugs, he is out on probation working at a warehouse. He is not a person you want to spend any time with. Very sad really, his behavior cost me my marriage.

    I took a couple of courses at the community college but just could not get into them. In the public restroom I was approached by an obviously homeless man who offered to give me a blow job for ten bucks. We went into a stall and he sucked me for a minute and asked for the ten bucks and left. That incident didn't help my depression. I got a part time job working at the county library restocking books. Boring and of course you can't talk to anyone. There was this one man that came in every afternoon and worked on one of the computers. He brought his flash drive and type away. One day I asked him what he was working on and he said he was writing a novel to pass the time away.

    He wouldn't let me read what he was writing but after several days he agreed to meet me at Starbucks for a coffee. Like me he is retired, like me he is bored, like me he can live but he really can't do anything. He writes a nonsense novel and I restock books at the library. We got to be library friends and from time to time we had a coffee. In one of those coffees I told him about the incident with the homeless guy, maybe he could work something like that into his novel. We talked and he said that maybe I liked it, having the homeless man suck me for a minute, maybe it was an unfulfilled desire. He looked at me and offered to suck me, he said he would very much like to do that and he promised he wouldn't charge me ten bucks and it wouldn't be for a minute, to him it was an art.

    Well, at his apartment which was a short bus ride away from the library he fulfilled his promise. He told me he was gay and had always been gay and it was a pleasure to introduce me to a more liberal way of thinking. That day he sucked me to completion, like he said it is an art. I hadn't had an ejaculation with another human being in a very long time, I was surprised at how quickly I responded to him and how good it felt to have a warm set of lips and a warm hand on me. He offered to help me get over some of my hang ups, he would like it if I gave him a blow job, sort of tit for tat. It was awkward but once I got started it was easier and strangely erotic, he coached me and he helped with his hand, coaching me on how to help the process along with your hand, and he had an ejaculation too.

    Well this became a thing to do, the more I sucked him the more I liked it, the more he sucked me the more I liked it, and it wasn't long before we were across from each other on the bed sucking cock. He read passages to me from the book he was writing, it was about gay men and it had many passages of gay sex, I had never known that gay men play with nipples or that gay men are sensual kissers. I learned how gay men have sex, I learned to have gay sex, at first quite a difficult thing to let happen, but after several times a desire to let it happen. The more we did the more I liked it and just as he said I lost many of my inhibitions and we became lovers.

    I felt bad because I wasn't gay, I was just having gay sex. He was gay and he confessed his feelings to me, feelings that I could not reciprocate, I was having sex, pleasurable gay sex, but I didn't have feelings for him. So he had feelings, and I had sex, lots of sex. What I did have was a need to spend time with him and we enjoyed outside activities together, we took a couple of long weekend driving trips, we had the pleasure of having sex in bed and breakfasts where the idea of two retired men sharing a room gave the owners something to think about. We also went to bed and breakfasts owned by gay couples and he introduced me to their kind of living. Around town I met more and more gay people, both men and women and the more I got involved the more I enjoyed it when we had sex, sure he was an artist when it came to sex, I was an intern but what I didn't know I made up for with enthusiasm. I am at the point of truly enjoying sucking his cock and truly enjoying having him have sex with me. He is close friend, that is as far as my feelings go right now, and I continue to enjoy the sex.

    Our town had a mini Gay Pride event, mini because it was quite small but we were there, just a bunch of gay men and women hanging out at this outdoor bar.

    #42663 — Comments (0) — Dec 18, 2018 at 9:27 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 28

    I went to college and ended up with a degree in forestry management. Not what I ever intended to study but between dropped classes and whatnot I ended up with that degree and had to graduate. The placement office got me an interview with a forestry company and I guess I was acceptable enough and I got hired. The pay was not much, and I had to move to up to Oregon where they had a tree growing operation. The town was small, about ten thousand people with a movie theater and a small shopping area, a couple of local cafes and the proverbial fast food places. I rented one side of a duplex complex and started my job on a Monday morning. I was assigned to the forestry management department, an office job keeping records.

    After meeting the small office staff and getting orientation about the activities the office manager, a woman and one of the field superintendents took me to lunch at one of the local cafes. Everyone knows everyone in town and they were locals, they knew the name of the waitress and the waitress knew their name and they introduced me and she was nice, an older lady, but she was nice and called me my name. I was sure she would never forget my name.

    I spent the afternoon getting exposed to the records and the office manager showed me what I needed to do and how to file everything, and what papers I needed to take to her for counter signature. All the office stuff. She also told me that the next two days I would be going with the field superintendent and he was going to show me around the farm and how the farm was laid out, the harvesting and the lumber processing area. We would spend the night at one of the camps, more for experience than anything else. I got my hard hat issued and my steel toed boots which I did not like and company overalls and I was set for the next day.

    On the drive up he was talkative and he probed about my love life. I should have paid more attention but he just went on and on and I had a hard time convincing him that I did not have a girlfriend and in fact I had never had a girlfriend. We got up into the mountain and he pulled over into this turn around on the road and stopped the truck, turned to me and put his hand in my lap and said he thought maybe I liked boys. His hand was hard on my lap, or crotch really and he was grabbing me through the coveralls and he said he was pretty sure I liked boys and he liked boys and we were going to get along fine. He held my crotch for several minutes challenging me to get his hand off but there was no way I could win. I know I was flushed, I could feel it, my heart was beating too fast and my breath was hard and he kept telling me he knew I liked that, he could feel it, he could feel me getting hard under his hand.

    We drove on, I was nervous from them on and didn't want to talk but he talked for both of us. reaching over to grab my crotch as we drove. He asked me when I had sucked my first man and he figured out that I did not have any experience. As we drove into the base camp he told me that I was his boyfriend so to stay away from any of the other guys, they had been out there alone for a couple of weeks and they might want to take me out back. I was introduced to these two men, who obviously looked like they had been out there for several weeks, unshaven and dirty. The superintendent showed me my room in the trailer and he told me he was in the next room and we would be seeing more of each other later that night.

    Everyone ate what was heated up and they talked business, explaining to me from time to time and telling me that I would catch on. After the dishes were cleaned up we went outside for a few minutes before the superintendent pulled me aside and told his buddies we were going to get some rest. He took me into trailer while the two guys watched. There wasn't any ceremony, he started to jerk my clothes off working on getting my coveralls off while he took his off, he told me he had wanted me from the time he saw me, he got naked first and got me naked and he was on my cock with his mouth and hands and then he laid back on the bed and told me to get on his cock. I don't think I sucked him for a minute before he had turned me over on the bed and got on my back and started to fuck me. What he used to slick me up I don't know what it was or where it came from but his finger was sliding in and out of my ass before he got his cock in and fucked me for what felt like a long time.

    For my first time it felt pretty good, in fact it felt really good. He got off and used the pillow case to clean off and threw it to me to clean off and he went back to sucking my cock. After I finally let go he got dressed and went outside and back into the building to talk with his friends. I had been initiated. Whenever he came into town he spent time with me at the duplex. No one said anything, it was a long time later that I learned that he had a reputation and I wasn't the first new hire he initiated. I have moved on and moved to Portland. I have met this guy and that guy over the last several years, but I have my initiation imbedded in my memory. I try not to compare, but I do.

    #42549 — Comments (0) — Dec 10, 2018 at 9:16 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove It.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 54

    Love at first site.

    When I graduated from college I moved to be close to my college boyfriend. He is older and was already working and he talked about this girl who worked with him, he called her his work wife. One day he asked her to meet us for lunch at a restaurant in the mall. She came and was formal, giving me her hand, and he was formal and there was no hugging or kissing. She sat across from us and we talked business, his business, and just a little of personal stuff.

    Moving on, Christmas party at his work. He takes me and sits me beside her, he leaves us alone most of the night, going from table to table to chit chat with other coworkers, working the room. At this moment, I don't even know how the moment happened, I reached and took her hand to ask her a question, I held her hand on the table and we continued to talk and talk and talk and I still held her hand. She never took her hand away, and I learned she was single, no boyfriend ever, not interested. Our shoulders were touching, not because we were crowded, we were just close and our faces were an inch from each other and I could smell her perfume, her face was right there and I just kissed her lightly on the cheek. It was an impulse thing, our hands had turned over and our fingers were interlocked, her thumb running up and down my thumb.

    The little kiss on her mouth and we got up to go the restroom. I line we held hands, the restroom was full with only two stalls and she let me in with her and she sat down for her business looking up at me. When she was done we changed places and I sat down while she looked down at me and fixed my hair. We went back to our table, we never talked to anyone else, our hands together on her lap.

    When it was time to go home I asked her if she wanted to come and stay with us instead of going back to her apartment. She wasn't sure but I looked at her and told her I really wanted her to come with us I did not want the night to end. He made love to her not me. She slept with me not him. We spent all morning in the kitchen the next day fixing a lasagna for lunch. At one point we were facing each other and she leaned in and I kissed her on her mouth, it was a long kiss, her lips opened for me.

    After lunch she took a long nap with me, she touched my boobs and asked me if they belonged to him, I touched hers and asked her if her boobs belonged to him, same thing when we touched our faces, our legs and touched our nether parts down below. Always the same answer, I guess they belong to him. During our nap we kissed silently and held hands and when we were asleep we slept next to each other.

    In those days two women who expressed love to each other was not usual, and certainly not in public. It was easier to be two women with a common boyfriend that two girls in love. Living with him raised questions, but not like what we saw with other women couples or worse if they were men couples.

    We lived our life in the closet for a long time, we lived with him and he 'tolerated' us, but demanded that we be close to him and we were. Now today, he is passed and he left us comfortably well off and we travel a couple of times a year and no one asks about two women who are together, married to each other. We are out of the closet now, but we lived almost all our adult lives behind closed doors, being close to him.

    #42455 — Comments (1) — Dec 1, 2018 at 11:53 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
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