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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 —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 48

    I was 18 bout 130 lbs white and had just a few jo experiences with friends. I was at ballys gym after a work out sitting in the locker room in my white briefs on the bench. 25ish dude walked up with a towel on from showers and his locked was right above mine. I looked up at him as he reached in and noticed how chiseled he was . he began to kind of notice me looking at him as he opened his towel and backed up a step still pretty close though and proceeded to dry his hair with it. While he did that I took the opportunity to gaze at his cock which was fairly long cut and really thick with just a semi going. I kinda locked on so as he finished drying his hair and moved to dry other areas he began looking at me. I was only marginally aware of it as he began to dry his cock and balls which made him more erect, as i continued to stare at his cock and big hanging balls he stepped in closed and began to slowly stroke his meat right in my face. I didn't know what to do cause i never gave head before ,i started kissing his muscular hairy thighs while reaching around to grope his rock hard ass. I eventually made my way to his balls and kissed and licked them till he quivered and I had not even made it to his cock before he stiffened up and shot cum all over the place. after he came i put my face up against his cock and kissed the head really pressing into it when some more cum oozed out onto my my face close to my mouth we heard foot steps and broke it up ,felt awkward so I dressed and left , my first almost blowjob lol

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 20

    I'm not sure about putting this out here, but it might make me feel a little better.
    My uncle used to get off with me on his lap.

    Whenever my parents went dancing or to the movies, I'd have to stay with a babysitter. Anyway, I remember she stopped coming over. I found out years later that she had gotten pregnant.

    So sometimes I'd have to stay with my uncle (on mom's side). He lived close by.
    I remember he smoked pot and drank beer in front of me.

    Well, at first, it was fine. I would sleep in the back bedroom and he would stay up until my parents came home.
    One night he let me watch a scary movie and I couldn't sleep. I thought someone was going to get me or something.
    He said I could watch TV with him for a while. I sat with him on the couch for about an hour until I couldn't keep my eyes open. He said to sit on his lap and he would take care of me while I rested.

    It was some time later that my eyes came open. The volume was really low and there was a naked lady and guy on TV and they were really going at it. To make matters worse, my uncle was slowly rocking me forward and backward against himself. The movement was barely noticeable, but the stiffness in his crotch was hard to miss. When I cleared my throat, he suddenly changed the channel and picked me up and carried me off to the back room. He didn't stay or anything. He just pretended that nothing happened.

    I'm not sure how long it was, but as soon as I was over again, he insisted that we watch scary movies. The pattern repeated. That time he picked me up and tried to sit down with me facing him in his lap. I just said it was uncomfortable. It was too because he was already hard. It wouldn't go very far, but he started wearing old sweatpants with nothing underneath. I remember feeling everything moving down there. It was rolling around under me until it went soft. I didn't even move. I could feel my heart beating hard. I knew what he was doing, but I felt a little bit like it wasn't a big deal. Kind of like having a secret.

    He moved farther away and got married. I moved on and really didn't think much about it until I saw him a few years back. It was as if he didn't even remember me.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 49

    Sorry for such a long story. It was an experience I remember like it was last week and also one I'll never forget.
    When I was 14 and my friend Danny was 16 I used to sleep over at his house maybe once a week. We were best friends growing up and lived across the street from each other. He had a sleeper sofa in the living room that was uncomfortable but a decent size. On this particular night we watched a VHS tape of the movie Flashdance and marvelled in the hotness of that chick in the movie over and over in slow-mo. Danny had already gotten into bed, but I was fixated on the dancing chick on the TV and her little bodysuit swaying in slow motion that I had to take care of something before I could fall asleep. I sat in a chair next to the sleeper sofa and started to masturbate. At this point I was so horny I didn't care what Danny thought and I must've made a little more noise that I realized. Danny woke up, sat up on the bed and "caught" me masturbating in the chair next to the couch. I was a little nervous letting him see what I was doing, but I wanted him to catch me. He looked right at my dick, didn't say anything and went back to bed. I turned the TV off and followed a couple minutes later, not knowing if he was still going to say anything about it.
    It was pretty damn quiet in that bed. I laid there for probably 10 minutes and not a peep out of either of us. I laid there and quietly rubbed my dick which was still hard. I asked him if he was still awake and he didn't answer. He had his back turned to me and was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. I had on a t-shirt and shorts. I can't explain what the hell I was thinking, but I touched my fingertips to his back and lightly ran my hand up and down. I felt such a rush! I was unsure and nervous and scared all at the same time, still not knowing exactly why I was touching my best friend in his sleep. I did this for less than a minute and whispered to him "Does that feel good?". There's no way to put in words the feeling I got when he replied, and he said YES! Holy shit... My heart is pounding. My emotions are all over the place. Panic, relief, satisfaction, and my dick is so hard right now I could pound nails with it. I lifted the back of his shirt up and did the same to his bare skin for a couple minutes.
    Treading lightly, I slid over right behind him, reached around and lifted up the front of his shirt and lightly slid my fingertips all over his chest. I know he could feel my dick stabbing him in the rear, sweatpants or not, but he didn't complain. He seemed to be very comfortable. After a couple more minutes, I told him to lay on his back and I continued to scratch his chest. With my left hand I slowly touch myself and feel that an orgasm could come at a moment's notice. Yeah, it's that hot in here. I move in a little closer and now my bare penis is rubbing off the side of his sweatpants. I've never felt anything like this before. My mind is racing, my heart is racing. What the fuck am I doing? My dick is rubbing on my best friend's pants, My hand is fondling his bare skin - on a sleeper sofa in his living room - after he saw me jerking off in the chair... and only one single word out of him in the last hour. WTF?
    Where is this heading? What was the point of all this? Why did I touch my best friend in his sleep? Fuck it, I keep lightly scratching his chest and then move on down to his legs. I'm not sure he could even feel it with his pants on, but I didn't care, I did it anyway. It was like I felt in control, yet I was making him feel good. While still touching his legs and moving back up to his chest, I nonchalantly swept my hand over his dick and couldn't believe it - it was hard and pointing straight up toward his chest! Wow, he was really enjoying this I guess. My heart was beating FAST. My hand goes back up to his chest, then back down to his legs, then back up again, each time rubbing over his really hard cock. Finally, I said fuck it and on the way back up or down (I forget), I grabbed his cock through his pants and rubbed him for about a minute and decided he needs to take his pants off because I REALLY WANT TO SUCK HIS COCK. I actually said to him to take his pants off and he doesn't say a word. He gets up, goes into the bathroom and comes back in a pair of boxers. He gets back in bed and I am as nervous as I've ever been. He's on his back and I start doing the leg rubbing thing again, then move up to his chest. Before I get to his chest I brush over his cock and now I can really feel it through his thin shorts. Up to the chest, then back down and - oh fuck yeah! He has the boxers with the trap door. I reach in with a finger and touch it. I have never touched anybody else's private parts before. Ok, we're done with the back/chest/leg touching thing. It's all about the cock now. I can't really see it well because it's dark, but the more I touch it, the more I want to suck on it. It's bigger than mine. My heart is pounding. I reach in and pull it out the trap door. Holy shit, I can't believe I'm doing this. My hand is wrapped around my best friend's bare cock and I'm pulling it out of his shorts! I can't tell if Danny is watching me or if he's pretending to be asleep. He's laying totally still. I know he never did this with anyone before now. I wonder if he's as nervous as I am. I want to suck his dick so bad, but i don't know if he's on the same page or if he just thinks it's ok that I jerk him off. What if I go for it and he calls me a faggot and kicks me out of his house, or beats me up, or pees in my mouth? What if he really is asleep and wakes up with his cock in my mouth and freaks out? I laid next to him and pondered the possible outcomes. I reached back over and took his cock in my hand. I explored with my hand for a minute, checking to see if his stuff is the same as my stuff. I stroked him for maybe a minute, but couldn't control myself any longer. I sat up in the bed and repositioned myself onto my knees, then lowered my lips onto the head of his cock. Fuck, was I nervous. Licked my lips and stuck it in my mouth again. Oh my God. What a feeling. It felt bigger in my mouth than I thought it would. The head felt spongy and super soft. I went up and down real slow a few times, trying to see how much of it I could suck. I figured out that I could wrap my hand around the base of his cock and still have enough to suck without gagging.
    It was at this point I was finally starting to get comfortable. My dick is still hard as a rock and my shorts were still on for some reason. Hmmm, Danny's cock is still looking out the boxers trap door too. I tore both our shorts off in about 4 seconds.
    With all the jostling around to get his shorts off, I had reassurance that he was awake and loving every second of this. I knelt beside him in the bed and positioned my lips over his cock once again. His hard cock lays on his stomach so I decided to lick it all over. It was neat to explore it this way, because I could feel things with my tongue like the outline of his head and the shape and size of his balls. He had one of those urethral channels running under the bottom side of his cock that was so thick and pronounced, when I sucked him, my saliva would run down both sides of it.
    I spread my knees apart, took his hand and introduced it to my cock. Again, never have I had someone else's hand on my cock. What a feeling that was. He knew right away what to do. He got a good grip and stroked me, causing my mouth to suck on his cock again. Honestly, I had no idea what I was doing but it just felt so good. I then realized that my dick was feeling real good and since Danny had a mouth around his, that his was probably feeling better. What if he cums in my mouth? Is he going to say something? He hasn't said two words since he caught me jerking off. Ok, at least I'm prepared now that it could happen.
    So, I'm sucking Danny's 16 year old cock and he's got my cock in his hand. I'm licking it like a popsicle and stroking it and licking his balls. I think I'm a pro now. Danny puts his hand behind my head and pushes his cock into my throat. Wasn't ready for that, and I gag. But I find that I can suck him a little deeper now that I know my limit. So I do. I also apply some suction and I can feel his head swell in my mouth. Wow, this is getting really good. I'm really starting to get into this cock sucking thing and I am really enjoying it. I think Danny is liking it too. In fact, I'm enjoying it so much that I had to pull my cock out of his hand because there would have been cum all over every wall in the livingroom in 10 seconds flat. Holy shit, that was close!
    I position myself at the bottom of the bed and move up between his legs. His cock looks a lot bigger from down here. I lick up his balls, then up his shaft and take his cock into my mouth. It feels better in my mouth at this angle than it did from the side. I realize that I can move my tongue with his cock in my mouth, so I move my tongue from side to side as he's sliding in and out of my mouth. I seal my lips tight and pull some suction so I can feel his head swell up again. Now I'm really getting into this, sucking a little deeper and faster. I'm starting to make moaning noises now, and so is Danny. More suction. Danny starts moving his hips and is fucking my mouth. I almost gag. More tongue. More suction. He's moaning more and more while he fucks my mouth. He thrusts faster and faster. The bed is making noise. He lets out a sigh and I feel his cock swell bigger that before with each thrust. I could feel his cum filling up my mouth. He's still fucking me and he's still cumming in my mouth. I swallow as much as i can while he's going in and out of my mouth and I feel more cum around my tongue. His thrusts get weaker and slower. I continue to suck him for another 30 seconds or so, still with his cum in my mouth. I release his cock from my grip and swallow the last of his load. He is silent. I lick the last of his cum off his cock and lick my saliva off his balls.
    Honestly, I don't think I would have enjoyed sucking his cock so much if I had an orgasm first. I'm glad he caught me jerking off in the chair. Otherwise, I might not have had my first mouthful of cum that night- or ever. Yes, I'm 14, and I'm still hard as a rock.
    My turn!
    Danny turned away when I stuck my cock in his face, but is still willing to give me a hand. That's ok. This all happened so fast. I didn't mind. I laid next to him and took his right hand. He knew what to do from there. He was doing a good job. He knew just where to position his hand. He only jerked me off for maybe a minute. I was already jacked up and ready to blow. He could tell when I was getting close by the increasingly frequent moaning and heavy breathing. I was in awe. This kid was jerking me off and I could just lay there and enjoy it. And it was fucking good. I raised my hips as he jerked faster. I felt like I was cumming even before I had an orgasm. That point of no return was something I'll never forget. The feeling of euphoria got higher and higher, more than ever before. My best friend was bringing me to an orgasm. With one last thrust of my hips, the first stream of thin cum shot completely over my head and onto the rug. The next few streams pelted me in the face and hair. With 8 or 9 powerful blasts, I was a fucking mess. I had to wipe my face on the sheets. I had to wash my shirt in the bathroom sink. I can say without hesitation, 35 years later, that that was probably the most powerful orgasm I ever had.
    Over the next year and a half I sucked his cock at least 4 times a week- in various beds, in front of open windows, the garage, the backyard, at the woods- swallowing every drop of his cum every single time.
    We then went on with our lives, got jobs, married our wives and had children, and hadn't seen each other since. Maybe we'll run into each other again someday and pick up where we left off.

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

    I was sixteen when my mother and her boyfriend walked in unexpectedly. I was on the couch doing my toenails, except I was topless with only my panties on. My mom threw a dishtowel at me and told me to cover up. The dishtowel was way too small and either he saw my boobs or my panties. I stood up, gave the dishtowel back to my mom and walked back to my room and got a tshirt, put it on and went back to the couch to finish my nails. I could see my hard nipples against the tshirt, and my panties were a bright color between my legs.

    My mother's boyfriend sat at the kitchen table but he stared the entire time. I watched him, we stared at each other. I took the tshirt off and sat there topless letting him stare at my boobs. I stood up and took my panties off and let him stare at me naked before turning and going back into my room to get dressed for dinner.

    My mom followed me and told me to keep my hands off her boyfriend. If I wanted to be a whore I needed to find another man. At the dinner table I didn't wear a bra. I asked him if he ever thought about me when he fucked my mom. My mom was beyond mad, she screamed at me and told me to go to my room. I took my top off and told him he knew where I was and that he was welcome anytime.

    I don't know why I behaved like that, it was a one time only thing. She gave him strict instructions to keep his hands off so he never did have sex with me. But the ice was broken and I liked being topless in the house and he got the benefit of it.

    Surprisingly, the whole thing got me and my mom closer. She came to the realization that I wasn't ten years old any more. We had the talk, one of many talks, and she took me to the doctor and she got me on the pill. I didn't need the pill for another year when I did the deed with a boyfriend from school.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 35

    About 22 years ago, when I was around 13, we still lived in a two bedroom house and my sister, Nina, then 15, and I shared the same bedroom. On some weekends Uncle Mike, mom's older brother, stayed with us Saturday nights, sleeping downstairs on the couch. I clearly recall Uncle Mike sneaking into the room to Nina's bed. She would either be on her stomach or turn to be on it and put her pillow under her hips moving her fanny up for his better access. I had no idea how or when this all began. In the room, lit only by moonlight and/or street lamps outside, Uncle Mike slid his long cock into Nina and quietly fucked her. Once in a while she would moan and/or whisper something to him. I seem to recall her almost inaudibly, saying, "oooohhhh, good, good, Uncle Mike..."

    Each time before his orgasm, he would pull his wet cock out of Nina's vagina and slip it into her anus, then he would ejaculate inside her and moan, pulsating streams into her. I could see his hips jerking away with his cock buried inside her. I kept my eyes mostly closed and feigned sleep but I was wide awake and aghast at the goings on. That did not prevent me from becoming sexually excited. Uncle Mike did not visit us every week but he managed to fuck Nina each night he was downstairs, supposedly sleeping on the couch. Once in a while he would come twice in the night and fuck her. Once in a while, I noticed he was still erect as he sneaked out.

    In the ensuing two years or so that this was happening, Nina told me that she knew I was watching it all from under my blanket. She said that I could do what Uncle Mike was doing if I wanted to but I never responded. There was, like, a "forbidden" rule on it and my lust did not rise above that so I never fucked my sister. I did masturbate a lot to my memories of watching her raise her butt for Uncle Mike and then watching him pump her, usually for between five an ten minutes until he came in her. Then, he would sneak out of the room.

    Sometimes, after he left, I could tell that Nina was masturbating under her blanket, to finish herself off. Even today I remember her invitation and am tempted to call her but she lives 3,000 miles away and is married with two kids. Uncle Mike did her from age 15 to around 17 then changed jobs and moved away. She told me more than once that she loved it when Uncle Mike fucked her and she always looked forward to it.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 35

    Reading some of these posts reminds me of my first affair, other than a quickie with some horny girl in the parking lot. The lady was 16 and a thorough jock as well as a geek in school. We all called her "Rocky" for reasons I do not know but it fit her. She was popular but I never saw her out on a date. I assumed it was because she had a larger nose than most, an aquiline nose that I thought gave her en exotic look. We were opposites. I was already (at 17) 6'3" and she was just over five feet, around 5'2". While I had a muscular physique I sucked badly in game sports and limited myself to track and field, avoiding all ball games. She was tops at everything.

    My friends called her "Beaky" behind her back, a term, I felt, of derision and I told my friends to stop it even before I asked Rocky out. In truth, while Rocky was not a face model for makeup, she had a fantastic little body and I was amazed that none of my friends could see that. She had a wide smile and smiled a lot but it did not help her face at all to smile. For weeks, I chatted her up in the sports fields, hanging out, then I ased her out and she was more than ready to go out with a non-jock but who at least looked like a jock.

    Quite frankly, after we dated and began to have a lot of great sex, we began to fall in love with each other. I told her that was how I felt and she said, "Me too, great, isn't it?". Rocky and I had a lot of sex in her car, in the parking lot and we began to get a reputation for fucking in the lot throughout the day, an exaggeration, of course, but we did it a lot. I loved her large nose and I thought it made her look exotic. Our favorite position almost in front of the crowds was her straddling me, It looked like we were just sitting, spooning but I was deep into her. She would move slowly and we savored the subtle approach to fucking.

    Upon graduation, she went to her mother's Alma Mater, an upscale women's college connected to a large university and I joined the Navy reserves and applied for active duty so I could have the GI Bill. I had no idea what to study back then but I could not afford Rocky's lifestyle at all. We parted and wrote and called but I did not see her for close to a year. After that, she invited me to her home for Thanksgiving and said, "I'll have a surprise for you."

    My excitement to see her crashed like a giant wave on a lonely shoreline. She answered the door and to my astonishment, she had her great nose bobbed. She looked different and I was crestfallen. I did not tell her how it impacted on on me but I felt that my Rocky was gone, somehow. Within a year, our contacts turned to vapor and she became a footnote for me. I imagined with her more normal face she no longer had an empty datebook.


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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 53

    This happened when I was a kid, but I still remember it many years later. I was just 11 and my sister Debbie was 12, going on 13. We lived in California at the time and our family had a backyard pool. It was during one summer vacation when we both knew how to swim and were considered old enough to be left alone by my mom. We were swimming and playing in the pool, when Debbie asked me if I ever pressed myself against the water jets, which circulated the pool water. She beckoned me over and when I reached where she was standing in the water, I noticed she had slipped off the bottom of her two-piece bathing suit, and was pressing herself against the side of the pool where the water jet was. She told me to take off my trunks, but to stay in the water, "so mom doesn't see you are naked!"

    I did as she told and she positioned me in front of the jet and told me to open my legs and let the jet of water spray on my "willie." I did this and quickly felt an erection coming on. She asked me if I liked it and I said yes. We took turns doing this until my sister took an extra long time and began to shake as her face turned red. Then, she let go of the side of the pool and kind of floated away. I didn't know what happened to her at the time, but she had orgasmed.

    The next day, we played with the water jets again. When it was my turn, my sister put her head under water so she could see my penis. Suddenly I felt her hand on my erection. She fondled me and I told her it felt nice when she touched me. She kept her hand on my penis while the water jet sprayed and I soon began to feel an intense sensation inside of me. I thought I was going to pee and got alarmed, but I couldn't stop what was happening and soon had my first orgasm.

    After that, every time we were left alone in the pool, Debbie and I would play at the water jet. I copied Debbie and would put my head under water and would look at her naked bottom and her "nushie" as we called it. I found I would get an erection just seeing her exposed lower body like that. It was around this time that Debbie new. I was facing the jet, feeling the water vibrate my erect willie, and my sister dove down and came up between me the water jet. She turned around and wrapped her legs around my waist and pressed her body against my penis. She held me this way and began to rub herself on me. I could feel her nushie pressed against me. Her face was just inches from mine and we kind of bobbed up and down like this. She began to rub faster and then I could feel her shake while her face began to flush. She let go of me just as I was beginning to reach my own climax. I returned to the water jet and my sister swam over and fondled my penis until I had my own orgasm.

    Whenever we had the chance that summer, we played with each other at the water jets, and would also swim to a corner of the pool, where we knew our mother couldn't see us, and would rub our lower bodies against each other under water until we both orgasmed. We only had one close call when we weren't paying attention and our mom came out to the pool, but wasn't paying too much attention, and we were able to get our bathing suits back on without her noticing.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 34

    This is so off-beat and strange that I have been reading these postings thinking of my own experience but not doing anything to this moment. This is anonymous so I figured if anyone had a similar experience to respond.

    My mother works as a clinical social worker which is not a long throw from a psychologist's profession. When I was 18 she started talking to me about my sex experience. She said, "you have a very masculine, mature aura around you, a deep voice, big, muscular, (then) Have you had sex with a girl yet?

    I was taken aback because mom discussed these issues with me before but it was always objective conversation about human behavior. She had noticed my erect penis under clothing and said so. Embarrassed, I said, "No...I thought about it but no." Then she said "Jessica (her lifetime friend) and I have talked about you and she's willing to be your mentor and teach you how to best engage with a girl so that your experience does not end in failure." This might not be her exact words but this is all 16 years ago,

    She saw the red flush in my face and said, "Come on, we're talking about simply biology, nothing to be embarrassed about." Jessica, to me, was almost like an aunt and I had known her from birth. She was an o.k. woman but not anyone I wanted to have introduce me to sex. Since Jessica was seeing someone we set up a meeting at a nearby hotel, of course, with mom paying the bill.

    In the room, Jessica was strictly business, until I drove my penis inside her, then she seemed to flip out. We fucked like two crazed rabbits and in multiple positions for a good two hours, both achieving multiple orgasms. Afterwards, I recall Jessica saying, "Well, that seems to have worked out...just don't tell your mom how much we liked it." I never spoke much about it but Jessica sprang for many more hotel rooms now and then until I went off to college a few years later.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 48

    It all began with a freind of mine who since we were 10 had been sexually playing with each other, At the time this happened we were both 12, One day after jerking each other off he suddenly asked if i wanted to earn some money after school the next day, He said there was a man a few streets away that had been paying him to be photographed and the more clothes he took off for him he paid more, He showed me a crisp £5 note a lot of money back then he said it was easy money as all you had to do was pose and strip off and let him touch you and do "things" to you, Eager for money I agreed for him to introduce me the next day after school, That afternoon I was introduced to Colin a tall slim man with glasses with a pleasant smile, He paid my freind who left saying he'd see me tomorrow at school with a knowing smile, I was shown into his home studio and he asked me to slowly take my uniform off as he took photographs, I was very nervous but the thought of money kept me from running away,He would occasionally put me in the positions he wanted gently touching and patting me as I slowly became naked in front of him when he saw that despite my nerves my small ish dick was getting hard he licked his lips and touched it gently getting it quickly to full hardness, He then started with much more explicit poses bending over spreading my cheeks and laying open legged as I rubbed my dick , He stopped taking photos came over to me unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock it wasn't huge but it was leaking lots of pre cum, He told me to suck it for him , Having only ever sucked my freinds dick I gently pulled his foreskin back and gingerly started to suck the head tasting his pre cum as he sighed deeply there I was kneeling up legs apart my little dick hard with a fully grown man's cock in my mouth, I sucked and licked him as best I could slurping and dribbling a lot he took h9ld of my head and started to fuck my mouth I was busily stroking my own dick as I was enjoying his taste smell and hardness, I heard a click I looked up as he took a photo of me sucking him then one of me licking the head, The. Camera was then forgotten as he bucked and groaned then filled my mouth with gobs of his thick warm fun which i tried my best to swallow quickly, As he finished he picked me up put me on a nearby sofa spread my legs as wide as they would go then be sucked me hard and fast until i too came but my cum was still thin and watery he enjoyed it though smacking his lips greedily, I then dressed he paid me my £5 and with a promise to go back again at the end of the week I left, I had so much to tell my freind the next day, This went on for a few years until we turned 16 but in that time he photographed us both a lot sometimes together or with other boys and one or two freinds of his but those were for home movies which was for my 13th birthday.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 51

    I was a sexually conflicted teenager. Beginning in junior high, I began having homosexual urgings that given my upbringing, I felt that I had to repress. And I did repress them by not acting them out, but they were always there, lurking in the shadows of my consciousness, occasionally popping up in my masturbatory sexual fantasies, but I continued living in denial. I graduated from high school and began attending college at one of the Big Ten schools. I ended up rooming with a couple of guys from out of state. Jake was a math nerd, while Steve was an engineering student. I was taking a variety of liberal arts classes with a steady eye on teaching literature. Jake was thin and wiry. he wore glasses and loved to run. Steve was broad shouldered and well built. He was tall and strong. Neither one talked that much, and evenings in our dorm room were generally pretty quiet. We would eat dinner together and then return to the room to study. Pretty much a boring existence.

    None of us had a girlfriend, and none of us felt like we would ever get a girlfriend. The girls liked the cool guys, not guys like us. And when we would stumble upon a girl, we would always get tongue-tied, and nothing ever materialized. I mean, here we were, three healthy, if not particularly good-looking guys, horny as hell, and none of us had ever gotten to first base with a girl, let alone scored. We would sit on the sidelines at dances, afraid to ask a girl to dance, which is probably a good thing, as none of us had the faintest clue as to how to dance. We didn't have pick-up lines. We had no moves. We were, in a word, losers.

    So here are three teenage guys, bursting with testosterone, teeming with sexual desire, without any real outlet. Well, I shouldn't say no outlet, as we were all gifted at beating off, which we would do at night, whenever we thought the other two were asleep. We had intimate knowledge of our respective dominant hands, and we would beat our meats and stifle any orgiastic sounds so as not to wake up the other two, splattering Kleenex with the creamy fruit of our labors. Yeah, there were a lot of sticky wet wads of Kleenex in and around our beds, although Steve preferred using an old sweat sock, which by midterm was so caked in cum that it had become stiff.

    And there it all would likely have remained except for a night the memories of which are still a bit foggy for me. Steve had gone home for the weekend, leaving Jake and me in the room alone. We had attended a dorm-wide dance down in the lunchroom, where each of us sat by the nearest wall and failed to ask any of the girls to dance, or even say more than a few words to them. The punch was spiked with lots of vodka, and not having anything better to do, and neither of us liking the taste of beer, we really put a hit on the punch, and by night's end, we kind of weaved our way back to the room, stinking drunk and horny.

    Jake fell over trying to remove his jeans, and both of us bus out laughing. I had a helluva time unbuttoning my shirt and ended up just pulling it over my head. Soon we had stripped and were sitting there naked, commiserating over being such losers with the girls. The showers were communal and about 40 yards down from our room, and neither one of us relished the idea of making it down there. Jake slept on the upper berth of a bunk bed which he shared with Steve and I slept on a single bed.

    As Jake wormed his way to his bed, he tripped over my foot and came up off the floor pissed, probably because I was laughing at him. He lunged at me and we began wrestling, both of us drunk on our respective asses and naked as the day we were born. For a little guy he was difficult to ward off, and he wouldn't give up. Pretty soon we were rolling around on the floor, our arms seeking out headlocks, our hands grappling seeking traction, our legs entwined, our groins rubbing against each other. I could feel his erect cock pushing against mine, and the forbidden sexual fantasies that I'd had regarding both Steve and Jake came back to me, and along with the friction between our penises, those fantasies resulted in my cock stiffening until we were both fully erect and sweating. I finally got the edge and pushed him back on his back, using my greater weight and my superior strength to counteract his wiry resolve. He kept trying to push me off of him, but I pinned him down using my right forearm like a bar to keep him on his back, wriggling. I had an overwhelming desire to suck his cock and fulfill those dark fantasies that had haunted me since junior high. I reached down with my left hand and grasped his cock and began pulling on it, and suddenly Jake's body went limp, as if the fight was over, but then there was nothing limp about his cock, which though smaller than mine, was harder than ever and pointing straight up against his taut belly.

    I worked my way down his sweaty body until I had reached his hairy cock and balls. I opened my lips and then closed them around his erection and began sucking his cock, an act that I'd performed countless times in my fantasy, but finally for the first time in the heat of our dark dorm room. He gasped as I sucked him, and then began moaning and groaning. After a few moments of my oral efforts, my mouth filled with the salty musk of his crazy seed, and then all I could hear was our heavy breathing as we lay there on the dorm room floor, my mouth filled with his cum. I don't know how long we lay there, but the next thing I remember was awaking the following morning, the light streaking in through our windows . The room reeked of male underarm sweat and that unmistakable scent of sex that lingered in the stale air around us. His cock, now flaccid was still in my mouth, his balls lay against my chin, and there was dried cum spilt on my face, my throat and on my chest.

    I pulled my mouth from his cock. The frenzied act of fellatio of the night before had been no dream, no fantasy. I had really sucked my roomie's cock and taken his semen in my mouth. I was mortified by the knowledge of what I had done. I could never face Jake or Steve again. I would go to the Student Housing Commission and ask to be placed in another dormitory, and then pray that Jake would not tell anyone of what I had done. The thought of my parents' finding out would be far too much to bear. I literally didn't know what to do. All of those years of fantasizing had never provided me with any basis for dealing with the reality of having performed fellatio on a guy. I feared that my end, as I had known it was at an end, and that I was free flowing in a chaotic universe where there would be no forgiveness for my sins.

    Jake began to stir. He opened his bleary unfocused eyes and I watched him as he was obviously confused as to how he had ended up naked on the floor. When he saw me sitting naked on my bed, his eyes began to focus, and then the memories of what I had done to him seemed to come back to him. I began sputtering something about the fruit punch and how drunk I had been and of course I would ask to be moved to another room, and please could he not tell Steve about what I'd done. Jake stood unsteadily and stepped over to where I was babbling. He asked me to just shut up for a minute and I did, looking up at him, looking at the now semi-hard cock that dangled between his legs, and the way his balls swayed to and fro as he walked. Jake sat on the bed next to me and he said that there was nothing to apologize for, and I stared at him, but before I could say anything, he told me that from what he remembered about my blow job, it had provided him with the best orgasm of his life. He stared at me with a leer on his face that I'd never seen before. "Suck my dick." I looked from his leering face down to his rapidly stiffening cock. "Go ahead, suck it."

    I knelt down at his feet and slipped my mouth over his cock and began sucking his cock. He grunted and grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my mouth. "You love it, don't you? You are a cocksucking faggot." I gagged on the head of his uncut erection as it bounced again the back of my throat but kept sucking it as my eyes teared up. "All this time you've been dreaming of sucking my dick. Well now you'll suck it whenever I want it sucked." And he pulled his cock almost out and shoved it back in up to the hilt, again and again, as I knelt there taking it from him. His cock poisoning deep and deeper until he let out an indistinguishable grunt and exploded in my mouth, the cum spilling down my gullet. "You are a cocksucker and a half." I stared down at my own erection, ashamed at my weakness, at the way my cock had reacted to having sucked him. "Don't look down, faggot. Look up at my cock and balls. That's what you have been dreaming of, haven't you?" He kicked my face with his foot. "haven't you, cocksucker?" I was crying but managed to nod my head. "Say it, cocksucker! Say it!" I looked up at him pleading, but he had no mercy. "Say it." I realized that I was broken, that he had peered deep into the darkness of my heart and he had seen me for the cocksucking faggot that I really was. "Yes," I managed. "I've dreamed of sucking your cock, of tasting your cum." He laughed, "And now that you've tasted it?" I looked up at his cock as it swung to and fro above me. "Now that I've tasted it, I want it even more."

    He was immediately fully hard again, in that way that only a teenager can get hard again and again and again. He stepped over me, "Lick my balls." And I reached up and began licking his hairy balls, tasting the salty sweat and the cum residue there. "You motherfucking cocksucker. You love this shit, don't you?" My mouth was filled with his soft ball sac, so I could only nod.

    He pulled back and I thought he was done with me, but he wasn't. "Get on your bed, faggot." I sat back on the bed. "No, on your belly, faggot. If you love sucking cock this much, maybe you'll love me fucking your ass." But this had never been part of the fantasies. It had always been me sucking dick, not being fucked. "No," I muttered. "No? No? You cocksucking faggot, you have no right to say no to me. I fucking own you and your ass, too. Now get on that bed." Suddenly my muscles had gone slack. I lacked the will to fight him. I was tired. I just wanted it over. I turned over on my stomach, my ass lifted a bit off the bed. "That's the way, you faggot." I could feel his hands grabbing my ass and pulling my butt cheeks apart, and then his index finger being shoved up my rectum, and then the head of his cock pushed up against my anus. No lube, no spit, nothing to ease the way. Add then he pushed it, and worked the head of his cock past the outer rings and then deeper and deeper, the burning pain, excruciating, like a cherry red hot poker being shoved deep inside my rectum. He pulled my hair as he fucked me, and his penile assault became ever more violent, his sweaty balls now slapping against my sweat covered butt, his dick bottoming out inside me, the burning pain seeming to radiate throughout my body, seeing, blinding, incessant. The assault went on and on until the inside of my asshole felt raw and torn and still he fucked me. Just when I thought that it would never end, that he would fuck me like this until the end of time, he finally came and I felt his hot cum shooting deep inside of me and only then did his erection soften and he pulled his penis from my asshole until it exited with a pop.

    I lay there on the bed. My asshole was on fire. I could feel the wet stickiness on the bedsheet underneath my dick and I realized that I had cum from the fucking, and I was even more mortified than I'd been. I could hear Jake rummaging around the room and then the door opening and closing and I realized that he'd gone to take a shower down the hall. I tried to lift myself off of the bed, but I couldn't. When he returned twenty minutes later, I was still laying there, his cum still streaming down my ass, my asshole on fire, feeling raw like hamburger. "Nice sight. The sight of your faggoty ass just waiting to be fucked again." The thought of him re-entering me, was enough to make me get up from the bed. He was staring at my dick, which was flaccid now, but still sticky from having cum. "I can see you liked it, huh? Liked it a lot"

    I couldn't stay in there a minute longer. I had to get out, I didn't know where I could go, but I knew I couldn't stay there in that fetid room. I threw on a robe and limped down to the showers. Walking proved extremely painful as any movement caused my asshole to burn and throb and pulsate. As I washed myself in the shower, I realized that I was bleeding. I tenderly soaped my ass and balls and cock and then the rest of me, the cum and the blood and the sweat washing off of me and swirling round and round the shower drain. I spent a long time there, soaking, feeling the scalding water cleanse my body. And then with effort I dried myself off carefully avoiding my asshole and the fierce fire that still burned there.

    When I got back to the room, Jake had left. I got dressed and then decided that I would go to the church, St. Anthony's, that was down the block from our dorm. I'd only been there a few times that first semester. Without my parents yelling at me to go to church, no longer an altar boy, I had fallen out of the habit of attending church. As I knelt there surrounded by the icons and the holy statues, the air sweetened by the scent of sandalwood incense, I prayed as I'd never prayed before. I prayed for forgiveness, I prayed for mercy, I prayed that God could magically erase the horrors of the previous evening and that morning, wash away the impenetrable taint of the unforgivable sins that I'd committed. There were a few old people at the church, and a few little kids. The priest was short stout gray haired man, with intelligent eyes and a kindly face. As I took my communion wafer from his hand into my open mouth, he blessed me, and he blessed me again as I walked out of the church at the end of the service, again walking gingerly, slowly, painfully.

    The sun was shining and somehow all seemed right in the world, again. As if the world that had spun out of control had suddenly righted itself, and I realized in my heart of hearts that there was mercy, that one could atone for one's sins, and regain the light of God.

    When I opened the door, Jake was sitting on my bed watching a football game on the black and white nine-inch set that I had bought with savings from my summer job washing dishes at a restaurant. I asked him what the score was and he told me it was the Redskins 10 to nothing. I shook my head and I said, "Same old Lions." And it was like perhaps all of it had been a nightmare, a dream. But the burning in my asshole, that was real. I was confused. Would I have to change dorm rooms. Had it happened> And then I watched in horror as his face became a leering smirk and he slowly lowered his zipper, and as he fished his cock out I found myself stepping towards him, and then found myself on my knees my eyes level with his red cock head, and before I could stop myself my lips had enclosed the head of his cock and sucked up and down his cock, Jake's laughter mixing with the sounds of the faint sounds of the Gregorian chants and the fading blessing of the old priest at St. Anthony's. The sun that had shone down upon me could not penetrate the darkness of our room, or the darkness of my soul.

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