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Out Of The Closet
Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Where you forced out by an unfortunate circumstance? Did you come out on your own terms. What and how did you finally come out? To who?
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 27

    Going back to my first job out of college. I had moved from my college town to the big city for my job. I rode the bus from my apartment to downtown every morning. The bus route went through a strange neighborhood, all the people that got on were weird, dressed weird, wore their hair weird, girls in dresses and storm boots.

    One morning this woman got on, she was kind of pretty in a mature sort of way and she had this girl with her, a petite small girl and she pulled her with her by the hand and when they say down she put her against the window. I looked, they sat beside me. After they sat down the older girl whisked the hair out of the younger girl's face, set her skirt straight, and after she was satisfied she kissed her on the mouth. I had never seen a girl kiss a girl.

    This couple was on my schedule and most mornings we rode the same bus. Same routine, the older girl went first the younger girl followed, sat by the window and she was groomed and she got kissed. One day the older girl had on a tank top and I saw this tattoo on her boob. It was a name. It took me pretty much the whole ride to read it, it said Crystal. On another ride I heard her call the younger girl by her name, Crystal.

    I was fascinated with them, they were my bus friends. I had never been around lesbians and it took me a while to figure out that they were lesbians, one was the butch and one was the fem. I started to look for them and if they didn't make it to the bus I felt bad and when they did make it to the bus I hoped upon hope that they would sit near me. I started to fantasize with having a name tattooed on my boob. A nice name, like Liz or Amanda or something like that. If I had a girlfriend I would tattoo her name on my boob. But wait, I was fantasizing about having a girlfriend.

    It took severa months but one day I said hi to them and asked them how long they had lived in that part of town, told them about my apartment and that the people were stiff and never said hello. We said hello after that and one morning before they got off the bus the older girl asked me if I wanted I could come to a ladies night at this bar on Friday night. I went and they were there, dressed different but still kind of sort of like they dressed to go downtown, except that the younger girl's dress was awesome and she was prettied up. She looked beautiful and sweet.

    I sat with them and talked and the older girl asked me if I wanted to meet someone because she had a friend she had told about me and wanted to bring her over. Her friend was little bigger than I imagined, bigger than me she had a nose ring. We were in a booth and she sat beside me and talked and she got closer and touched my leg and asked me if I was attached. She ordered for me and was soon touching my hand and put her arm around the back of the seat of the booth and asked me if I wanted a kiss because she wanted to kiss me.

    The kiss was small, a small short kiss on the lips. Later when the bar was full there were girls dancing and she asked me to dance. I got kissed on the dance floor and she held me against her during slow dance, she kept her hand on my waist and I kept my hand on her shoulder. She gave me her number and we exchanged addresses and where we worked, she worked downtown for an insurance company and had gone to school out of state and had a Finance degree.

    My first official date was to the Gay Pride parade. She helped me dress, picking clothes that she liked and fixing my hair the way she liked. We took the bus to go to the parade which was in a part of town I wasn't familiar with. She sat on the isle and I sat by the window, there were lots of people on the bus, couples but not boy girl couples, lots of gay men and us, I felt like the only girls on the bus were us. At the parade we walked, me holding her hand and following, we went into a couple of bars and she bought us drinks, we ended up eating at this pretty loud place she said she had heard of but had never been there. At the bus stop after we ate, the crowd was huge, she held me and kissed me for a long time. We were surrounded by people and no one cared that we were kissing. We saw a lot of other couples kissing, gay men and lesbian girls.

    I made love that night with her and spent the night. We found a place several months later and moved in and we have been living together now for a three years. When we go out we sometimes go out with the couple from my bus route to work. I've become friends with Crystal she works in Marketing so we have a lot in common and when I see her name on her lover's boob I am kind of jealous that my name isn't on my lover's boob. Fair is fair.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 22

    We don't have sex but we sleep together. We roomed together in our freshman year and moved into an apartment after that. One night it was cold and she came and got in bed with me and we have slept together ever since. We are seniors now and we still sleep together, we also do everything else together. Lots of people have labeled us as lesbians, they know we sleep together and she is my wife on campus. The most we have ever done is hug each other and because we are in bed together we do put our arm around the other one or lay in bed and talk in whispers even thought there is no one else in the apartment.

    We let people call us lesbians and we call each other wife, like my wife has plans so sorry I can't study with you, or my wife and I are going to the movies, your welcome to join us. Or let me ask my wife, or me and my wife have been together since we were freshman. We aren't part of any lesbian group and generally don't hang out with lesbians. We don't disagree that we are lesbians, we are just the way we are, two peas in a pod.

    It is still a year away but I am sure we are leaving together to go live wherever one of us finds a job after graduation. I know it is premature but if she said to me let's get married I would get married. I have not said that to her because I feel it is her place to ask first. I have always been the real wife in the relationship and she has is more of the one who takes charge of things for us and I want her to have that moment.

    #41922 — Comments (0) — Oct 16, 2018 at 8:49 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Gay Male / 46

    I spent twenty years working both domestically and overseas in various cities with the banking industry. My last posting was Hong Kong and I was with the Regional Internal Audit Section. I am gay, always have been gay and during all these years I have kept my life quiet and in the closet. I developed a very strong attraction to Turks while I was in Istanbul. In particular I had a relationship with this Turk who is hard headed, aggressive and likes being with other men. I met him at a Turkish Bath House, he is a Financier and likes cock on cock. He is probably the one man I really had a relationship with which lasted the three years I was in Istanbul.

    In the Far East I travelled to Thailand to find extracurricular activities, while in North Africa I returned to Europe to play around. Other than Turkey I never messed around in country.

    I returned to the home office in late 2016 and at our office I met this black ex footballer from Benin and we found that our radars picked up on each other and he introduced me to his group of friends. Among others I met a retired School football coach who likes to be surrounded by young men. I also met a History Professor who talks too much, a Math Teacher, a banker like me, and bingo I met a Lebanese Art Dealer who reminds me of my days in Istanbul.

    Is it physical, yes. Is it his temperament, yes. Is it his way around sex, yes. He and I are now together. He likes me to wear an apron, nothing but an apron. I can wear an apron, why not. I wear the apron, he wears the pants, in the end both the apron and the pants have to come off.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 49

    Uber driver surprise

    I'm a divorced, bisexual corporate executive who travels frequently. Before I felt for a weeks trip I dropped my car off for service which I planned to pick up Saturday morning. MY office had arranged for an Uber driver to pick me up at the airport for my 34 minute ride home. My flight was a little late, so I was concerned the driver would be waiting for me. Sure enought as I walked out of baggage claim there stood a guy with a sign with my name. As I walked toward him I realized he was a guy who attended my son's high school. We greeated and walked to his car where I slipped into the front passrnger seat.

    We had not seen each other in over 4 years so hw caught up in his life and, to my surprise, had been in contact with my son. Both had graduated college last fall and he was working Uber while in grad school while my son was working back east. I am not attraced to younger guys, but his hairy legs and magnetic smile had my balls churning. When he said, "I bet the hot chicks are all over you, dince you got divorce." That comment surprised me, but opened the door and I told him, "not as much as I wish. However, if its willing, with a wet hole I am game." "Any wet hole," He said, and I said, "I rather has a blow job that pussy and rather has tight ass then pussy." He said, Mr X your a gay gays wet dream." I said, "no reflection to gay guys, perhaps a bisexual man."

    Dead silence as he answered his phone but when he finsihed he said, "you let bi men blow you?" I said, "not that I want you to tell me son, but YES. OH HELL YES!" He said, "I;ve been driving for Huber for a year and you would bne sorprised at the business men I pick up who hit on me." I said, "your a good looking guy, I can beleivw that." He got another call which took some time. Now, we are 15 minutes from my house when he hangs up and said, "I am not taking any more calls tonight. I'm ready for a beer and and some action, so I best get to the bars before last call."

    I was really having a battle between offering him s beer or just going in my house. I mean, he and my son went to school together and are acquaintances. I said, "well, I wish you luck. I'm going in for a beer and jacking off."
    He said, "Ican take care if it for you, Mr X." I was frozen with desire and pure fear. That is when I felt his hand gropping my hard dick down my left pants leg. When he felt it, he said, "take it out and let my jack it." I did and he grabber it jacking me the last fe minutes.

    We went into the house and I went to the kitchen to get us a beer and when I came back in the family room he was on his knees with his mouth open, his tongue licking his lips. I walked up ad he unzipped my pants pulling out my hard dick and swallowed it down his throat. I set the beers on the coffee table and he plaecd my hands on the sides of his head. I knew that meant for me to fuck his face and that is exactly what I did. Somehow my pants got undone and were around my ankels one of his hands between my legs on my hips pullting my toward him, but not before he said, "Fuck my mouth with a vengence, Mr X. Fuck my so hard you make me choked and tears runs down my face.

    I did my best but he kept pulling off to aske me - when I got my last blow job from a man, did I lick seeing my dick going in and out his mouth? Had I ever been in a 3 sum with all men and had I ever sucked a dick. I knew he liked dirty, kinky talk and that was right up my alley. He stood up as he was pushing his shorts to the floor while I knelt to suck his hard, drooling dick. I was shocked at how dirty and kinky he was talking to me and I was excited.

    Somehow we made it to my bedroom where I laid him on his back with his ass at the foot of the bed. His legs up and my face buried in his ass while he groaned and cussed. I put a finger him his ass as her scremed, "FUCK ME LIKE I'M A SATURDAY NIGHT WHORE." I got some lube ad condoms out of the night stand and as I walked back to the foot of the bed he was on his knees sucking my balls and dick while I Called him everything but a saint.

    He was so hot he was gasping for breath when he laided on his back and I shoved my dick in his ass all the way to the pubs. HIs legs on my chest I was power fucking his jock ass whiile he talked nasty and told me about how he lived it in his ass and he wanted tag teamed again. Seems in co pllege he took on 7, including 3 football players and a professor. Suddenly screamed as his cock shot cum all the way to his face. He asked me to take off the condum and shoot in his mouth, which I did. I used my fingers to push his own cum into his mouth and mine too.

    We went to the shower where we sucked each other again before we went to bed. He woke me the next morning sucking my dick. He took me to get my car on his way home. As he got out of the car he asked, "I am the first guy your sons age you fucked?" I said, "yes, but I hope its not a one time event."

    #41807 — Comments (1) — Oct 9, 2018 at 1:26 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
  • — Out of the Closet —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 27

    After I graduated from college with a Masters in Political Science I found out that I couldn't get a job that paid hardly anything and they were part time without benefits. I went to work in a call center that at least had insurance but the pay was bad. And, there were like no guys working there. I spent my day answering calls, reading off the screen giving advise that someone else had written down and eating at my desk. No one paid attention to me. I overheard that there was a birthday party for one of the girls and they were going to celebrate after work. I guess I lost my composure and asked why I wasn't invited and I was told that they didn't think I would like to go, I wasn't really one of them.

    I did not understand and the girl I was talking to, the one that told me I wasn't one of them, asked me if I had ever held a boob in my hand and sucked a nipple or two. If I had ever had a girl's fingers in my c**t, other than my own. Did I suck cock? Did I let cocks in my pussy. And then she said let me show you and she took my head in her hand and kissed me and grabbed my boob and told me I could come but I was warned. She let me go and said "honey, I don't know who hired you, but this is a closed club".

    She took me to the party. She told me upfront that I was going to be the only one. That if I had a problem with girls grabbing pussy or girls making out I shouldn't go because these parties got hot and raunchy and all the girls got a chance at kissing the birthday girl. She kept me under her wing, introduced me to several of the other women that were there that didn't work at the office, she introduced me as her honey and hands off. During the party she grabbed me a couple of times and kissed me on the mouth. She told me she was hot now and she wanted to fuck me. I held onto her hand and when all the women lined up to kiss the birthday girl she put me in line too. She told me to kiss her, to make it count.

    We didn't leave until late. She gave me a choice, go home with her or go back to my apartment, but she wanted me to go home with her. She wasn't slow on what she wanted, she got me to take all of my clothes off and she ran her hands all over my body and spent several minutes touching me down there. She took my hands and put my fingers on her c**t, she called it c**t, everything was c**t this and c**t that. She said "let me eat your c**t". We sucked boobs, and she spent quite a long time kissing me while she played with my boobs. She kept asking me how hot I was, was I wishing that I had a cock to fuck me, did I want to eat her c**t.

    She got a bit frustrated and said she wanted me to try. It was easy to just let her do everything, but she wanted me to at least try. She gave me a long kiss and guided my head down between her legs and asked me to just make her feel good. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, it wasn't easy either. Something took over inside of me and all of a sudden her smell got to me and I ate her and found her clit and sucked on her and she went into an orgasm.

    We slept together in her big bed and she got us up to take a shower and get dressed. She loaned me top and underwear and I wore the same pants to work. She told me that I was definitely not one of them, but I was definitely girlfriend material for her and to think about it. I guess you can say we dated, certainly we went out together a lot after work and on weekends, and she did have me stay over with her. I learned, mostly I learned to let her and at times I got a rush and wanted to grab her and eat her which she was always ready for. For those many months I didn't think about guys at all, I never saw a guy I thought was boyfriend material, I hardly had any male conversations. For those many months I was all in.

    I can't breakup with her. I don't want to breakup with her. She is exclusively seeing me, and she wants me to move in. She tells me she is OK with me seeing a guy, if nothing else to prove to myself that my place is with her and not some guy. But I don't want to see a guy, I have no desire to see a guy. I quit my job with her and I am currently working for a city council candidate partime, no benefits. She goes with me to the political rallies and she goes with me to the parties. Nothing like the birthday party she took me to, these are all hard core political types but I am not the only one with a girl following me around. She is not political, she is more into the performing arts and music, and I am not into her crowd of macho lesbians on the hunt. I go to listen to her bands, and she comes with me to listen to the politician's give their message. I don't think we are compatible socially, but she has me as her honey and I guess I have her as my honey and we are making a go of it.

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 28

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Lesbian Female / 46

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

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

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

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

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

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

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  • — Out of the Closet —
    Transsexual Female / 22

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

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

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

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

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

    She had always been

    #41474 — Comments (0) — Sep 11, 2018 at 2:56 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove This.
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