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When I Was A Kid
You've carried a big burden on your shoulders for years - ever since you lost your mom's favorite bracelet you've denied you had anything to do with it. Tell us about it. Ashamed that you sucked your thumb until you were 12? Or are you ready to confess that it was you who threw your brother's comic book collection into the toilet?

Kids do all kinds of things, some well-intentioned, some quite purposefully mean-spirited. If you're ready to tell about your embarrassing childhood acts, then post your confession now.

Important note: This section is not for confessions that involve sex with children or sexual situations where children were involved. Any such postings will be deleted immediately you sick twisted fuck.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 42

    Guess I was a bit of a dummy kid. My friends and I likes to get in trouble. We got caught trespassing and some other stuff and the county judge knew us and especially me. He made me go to juvenile detention center for my whole summer break from school one year. Claiming it would keep me out of trouble and teach me a lesson. Juvenile center was rough near me but I figured whatever, itâll be fine.

    Yeah spent my whole summer there getting my ass fucked by three older kids that had been there for almost a year. All started the second night I was there when I was out in a cell with them. Never got into anymore trouble after that

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 28

    Growing up in rural Indiana really was nice but kinda boring since there wasnât a town for miles. Nothing but farm land for miles. When I was 13 I started helping a farmer down the road so I could make a little bit of money too. Farmer always wore bib overalls with a white t shirt and white briefs underneath. I started giving him blowjobs for a little bit of extra money. Heâd lower his bibs down, Iâd hold his briefs down and suck his uncut hairy sweaty cock at the end of the day sometimes. I never let him cum in my mouth though. That went on for years. When I was older he had me bend over some hay bails, he grabbed a globe of some Vaseline he had in his barn and he fucked my virgin ass there. Big did that hurt but kinda figured it would. Felt funny walking home with my butt full of cum and my hard dick leaking precum in my briefs. I sucked his dick more than he ducked my ass. Iâd let him fuck my ass once a week to once every other week. He has the most hairy cock I had ever seen but I thought it was hot. Havenât seen that guy in 10 years and havenât done anything with a guy in that long and have no desire. I think my mom may have seen me bent over a hat bail one day when she was coming to pick me up one evening, if she did she never said anything about it. Because I remember that evening, he just started fucking me and my mom pulled in the drive, he asked if I wanted to go and I said no just finish. It only took like 3 to 5 minutes for him to cum since my ass is very tight. Pulled my briefs up, my jeans up and got in my moms mini van lol.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Gay Male / 47

    Every year since we were eight we were sent to a summer camp. I was then sixteen and summer camps sucked, I went to space camp, to wilderness camp, to chess camp of all things. That summer I was sent to a science camp. We were at a university and we slept in a dorm. Two to a room, with a shower and bathroom down the hall. I was sixteen and woke up with a hard on almost every morning. So did my roommate, he would stand up and hold his hand towel up with his hard cock. He would tell me that he was so hard that I could do a handstand on his cock. We started to sword fight, whack our cocks together until we went down and we could go down to the bathroom and pee.

    He showed me his asshole. He bent over and let me see his asshole. He asked me what it looked like. I showed him my asshole. He touched me with his finger and he asked me if it felt good. He bent over and asked me touch him with my finger. He laughingly told me to kiss his ass. I was looking at his asshole, I kissed him, I put my mouth on his asshole and kissed him and licked him with my tongue. He stayed bent over while I kissed him and I got this unbelievable hard on. He didn't agree to do it for me, so I sucked his cock.

    I sucked his cock and kissed his ass. Of the two I got hard when I kissed his ass. I would hold on to his cock with my hand between his legs, my cock with my other hand and suck and kiss his ass. Then I would suck his cock until he spit his cum out. I started to taste his cum with my finger and then to suck the cum off his dick and then let him cum in my mouth and on my face.

    Our science camp was two weeks. On the night before our last night there, I asked him to fuck my ass. I got on my hands and knees and he got behind me but he couldn't get it in. His cock up against my ass felt good, all I wanted was for him to fuck me. We tried several ways until we settled on me laying down and he got on me while I lifted my hips up and using his body weight and he managed to get it in. It hurt, because it really did, but the pain was worth it, he kept shoving it in. He was hard, and then I felt his pubic hair on my ass and his balls against my legs and I knew I had taken it all in. Without practice, being the first time for both of us, he mostly stayed in while he humped and he came. All the pain was gone, only this unbelievable feeling. He pulled out, I felt him leave and then my asshole started to twitch, I could feel it.

    The whole next day, our last day there, I sat as hard as I could on my chair, I needed to feel it. When we were packing our stuff up to get on the bus, I sucked him one last time.

    All the way back to my home town I could feel my asshole, I poked it with my finger when I got home, that night at home after telling my parents about science camp, I used a pen to poke up into my asshole, but it wasn't the same.

    I was always in the academic programs, and it wasn't until I was in the 11th grade in debate club that I met a senior who liked to have his cock sucked, I taught him to like having his ass licked, and he learned to fuck with me. I would lick his ass after the debate club recessed. I would lick him and suck his sweet ass and show him that he was the boss. I would bend over the large desk in the room and he used Vaseline to fuck me, he liked having his cock in my ass. It takes two to tango, he is a natural top, and I am a natural bottom, we were a perfect match.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 36

    I ran away from home with another girl. We ran out of money a week later, we convinced a man to rent a motel room and gave him all our money. We were too young to be able to get a job. The manager figured out that we were staying alone at the motel and turned us in. During those days when we were staying at that motel my friend and I talked about all sorts of things, but not once did we talk about what we were going to do.

    My parents picked me up at the Sheriff's office, and her parents picked her up. We went to all sorts of counseling and we were identified as being in a high risk group at school. My mother was sure that we had sex while we were away, and no matter what the doctor told her, and confirmed to her that I wasn't pregnant, she would not change her mind. My father was more of 'lesson learned', and he told me that if I did it again he wasn't going to waste any time with an ungrateful daughter.

    I had sex a couple of years later. I told my mom the day I had sex, I told her that was my first time, but she never believed me.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 46

    As kids, my sister and I were close, and like so many other sibling pairs, we had a lot of time spent playing together, long winter nights indoors lead to many games and those games inevitably lead us to bed.

    My sister is older, and instigated my giving her oral in return for her letting me wear her nighties and knickers. I spent many happy hours down on her, just for the feeling of the nylon on my body.

    Other than the nighties, I had one other 'special treat'... She would allow me (after much pestering on my part) to lick her bottom as an act of complete submission to her, in my mind it made me 'her girlfriend'... Heaven knows how I came to that idea, but I loved it then and still love my passive role with women now.

    As for my sister, I can't stand the bitch now, but it's nothing to do with those happy memories.

    #39689 — Comments (4) — Mar 17, 2018 at 9:08 AM — That's Juicy! (5) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 33

    When I was a kid I spent a summer with my sister. I wss 13 and a virgin. She lived with her roommate from high school. They were both 19 and had been best friends since they were 12. She had known me for years and it was nothing for us to share a bed together. My sister even insisted I sleep in her bed some nights since they had no spare bed and the couch was small.

    My sister let me do pretty much what ever I wanted. She let me drink and smoke weed with them all the time. One night we were all drinking watching movies. My sister and her roommate were very drunk. My sister tells us she's about to fall asleep, so we tell her were going to her roommates room to watch it.

    We go to her room and I put the movie in and go lay by her. We're watching the movie and talking. A sex scene comes on the screen and we both get quiet and watch. After its over she says she bet that felt good. So curiously I ask if she's ever had sex before. She says yes and tells me about her first time.

    The story made my dick hard. She asks me what I've done with girls. I tell her I've only kissed girls before. She asks if I've ever let a girl touch my dick. I tell her no. She asks me if she can touch it. I tell her yes. She reaches into my shorts and grabs my dick and strokes it. She asks me if it feels good. I say yes. She whispers in my ear if I ever had my dick sucked. I tell her no. She pulls my shorts off and slowly kissed my dick. She sucks it til I cum in her mouth.

    We're laying together waiting for me to get hard again. I ask her to suck it some more and she does. I cum in her mouth again. She then grabs my hand and makes me finger her. When I get hard again I get on top of her and fuck her. She told me not to cum in her but I couldn't help it.

    Afterwards we both fell asleep. She gave me a blow job one more time in the morning. That was our first sexual experience together. We were left alone quite often that summer. Fist of many.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 33

    So from time to time I get into telling people how we met and all. I met my husband because he was my brother's best friend. I became his girlfriend because my brother gave me to him when I was in the seventh grade. I was a brat, but he took care of that pretty quickly. He finished raising me and he raised me the way he liked.

    Not all of us have nice stories of how we grew up. My mother did her best to get us a roof and provide food. She didn't have time to raise us. My brother didn't want me around, but his friend liked me more or less so he told him he could have me, but he had to take me home with him. He did. His parents said no until they spoke to my mother and she said good riddance. My mother never wanted me or my brother.

    So in a short way of saying it, I became my husband's responsibility when I was thirteen. He took care of me, he looked after me, he made sure I went to school, he made sure I had clothes to wear, I slept in his room, at first on a cot, but then he let me sleep in his bed. His parents let me stay there, but he had to work to keep me. He worked, and that is the money he used to clothe me. His parents did feed me, or rather I could eat what he didn't want, but they did feed me, I was never hungry again.

    His mother did take care of me in one thing. I got my period when I went to live with him and she took care of me on that. She also did the woman talk with me, not that I didn't know, I just didn't know the real truth.

    My husband is not like any other man. He is six years older than me, and even though we got officially married when I was 19, I was married to him when I was 13 when my brother gave me away to him. This is how it was, I know people today that do not believe how poor my mother was, she was poor, so poor it hurts to admit it. My brother became a truck driver and that is what he does. My husband went to college and works for a large insurance company with his statistics degree. My three kids have never been hungry, and they are little fatties, not fat, they are just not skinny like my brother and I were. I am really soft with them when it comes to fixing meals for them.

    I have pictures of me when I was seven or so, I was so skinny, and my clothes did not fit. In grade school my second grade teacher would bring me apples and fruit, and sometimes she would bring me cakes or sandwiches to take home. Today I wear a size 12 dress, I always feel fat, but my husband likes me this way and my doctors says I am in very good health. He tells me of when I first went to live with him and I slept with him he could put his hand around my leg and touch his fingers. I don't remember, really I don't. But he does, he fattened me up, he would take his meal, split it in two and feed me half of his share. His father would look at me at the table. That was intimidating, but my husband would stare his father down and tell him that I was his and he was sharing his food with me, so his father wasn't feeding me.

    All in all, I didn't grow up like you. I drive a Lexus, the first time I rode in an owner driven car was when I went to live with my husband. Now I drive Lexus to go pick up my kids at school.

    #39664 — Comments (1) — Mar 15, 2018 at 12:08 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 37

    Sometimes I just can't help relive the memories of the man across the street. I was fifteen, about to turn sixteen and the man across the street would look at me. He would stop doing whatever he was doing and look at me. The only way out of the house was to walk out the front door or go down the driveway and walk to the bus stop, or to the store. He would sit on his porch, and if I walked out he would stop doing what he was doing and look at me. Of course I knew his name and all, he was our neighbor for a long time, and he knew my name and my grade and when I went to school and when I came home. He was retired.

    I ran into him at the store, he was getting his groceries and I was just bumming around. He said I looked pretty, but then again he always thought I was the pretties of the me and my sisters. And he said, he noticed that I had been visited and was getting my boobies. He told me that he liked girls to have nice boobies, not overly big, not overly small, but juuuuust right, and he laughed. He leaned over and whispered and asked me what color were my nipples, if I had brown nipples, he really liked brown nipples. And he took my hand and put it on his pants and asked me if I felt something, because he really felt something when he saw me, and he had something that every girl wanted, pressing my hand on his very hard penis. He held my hand there, and whispered again, what color were my nipples. I told him they were brown just like he said, and he said that he loved kissing and sucking nice new boobies with brown nipples, just thought I would want to know.

    After that day I tended to hold my books across my chest when I walked out of the house to go to school. But one day he stopped me on the way home from the school bus and told me to hold my shoulders back when I walked, and get those damn books away from his boobies, he wanted me to walk proud of his boobies, and they were his boobies, he reminded me, show them off, he wanted me to walk holding my 'tits' out.

    I went over to his house on a homework excuse, I wore a shirt that showed off my chest, I also wore shorts. I asked him to help me, if he knew about math, to help me with my homework because my mother didn't know anything. He complimented me, told me he liked me standing up straight, point those titties out, he put his hands up in the air in front of my boobs and made like he was turning knobs on the radio. I stood my ground, I held my chest out, until he had to grab and he grabbed and held my boobies and pinched my nipples and asked if he could see my brown nipples.

    My shirt off, my naked boobs in his hands, pinching my brown nipples, he leaned over to suck and he held me by the ass, he looked at me and said he just had to fuck. He got my shirt off and my bra fell down my arms, and I helped him get my shorts off, and I felt a bit self conscious when he got my underwear off, I hadn't thought about what panties to wear, I was wearing regular panties like I wore to school, he sat on his chair holding me and looking at me, his fingers slowly running around my pubic parts, he would kiss and suck my tits, now he was calling them tits, as he undid his pants and we walked back to his room.

    I knew that I had to lay on my back, and I did and I opened my legs. His pants were off and he was taking off his shirt and then he laid down on top of me and we had our first. See, it was really good, maybe it was that he was so strong, or maybe it was that by then I had a buzz, but it was really good. It is not that I remember the penetration itself, I don't, what I remember is the feeling of being close. There would be many more penetrations, and some of those I remember with great clarity, the pomp, the ceremony, his hard penis in my hand, the penetration. I remember those. But that first time I don't know that I remember the penetration, I just remember that it felt so good I didn't want him to let me go.

    That is why I relive the memory of the man across the street. It always felt good, I don't have a memory of it ever not feeling so good. He really did like my boobs, with my brown nipples, and he was good at math, and for that year and half before we moved, I spent a lot of time across the street. My sisters each had their own place to be, they had boyfriends of their own, and I had mine.

    I went along and married a man who never quite was the same. It took me a long time to get over the fact that the man I married could not make me feel like my neighbor across the street. He just could never hold me the same. I believe that it is the way that you are held that makes all the difference, in the end the penetration is pretty much all the same, or maybe it is that when you get older you don't let yourself be held like that again.

    #39657 — Comments (1) — Mar 14, 2018 at 9:01 AM — That's Juicy! (9) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 37

    My sister and I were nine and ten. We lived with our mom in a two room apartment. One night a man came to visit. She never let men around us. He was there for one thing and he got his one thing and left. My mother felt obligated to tell us about the facts of life. One fact she mentioned was that men wanted to have a woman, sometimes real bad, but to be fair sometimes a woman wanted to have a man, real bad. And that included her. She apologized for having him come over, it wouldn't happen again.

    #39640 — Comments (0) — Mar 13, 2018 at 9:00 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 53

    straight male here, i use to dress in womens clothing and fuck. it all started with my older sister dressing me in her clothes when i was a child and then we would play, she would see me naked when i changed from my clothes into hers. i started getting a boner and she started playing with it and one thing led to another and we started fucking. we don't anymore as we are live on opposite coasts of the country and rarely if ever see each other any more. i did it with a few women as an adult, but i kinda grew out of it, i guess. it also takes a certain level of trust and a certain kind of woman to be cool with it, too.

    #39633 — Comments (0) — Mar 12, 2018 at 7:27 PM — That's Juicy! (6) Remove This.
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