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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 AdultConfessions.com about your embarrassing childhood acts, then post your confession now.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I got my first real kiss from my cousin by force. He was a sick pervert. He pinned me up against the frige, he threatened to rape me. He said that if we weren't related he would of had sex with me a long time ago. That's when I slap him then he put his hand around my neck. He was so much stronger than me. When I turned my face away he grabbed it with his other hand and...took away my first kiss, and he put his hands all over me (down my pants, around my waist, on my breast, ect.)He called my a bitch, a slut and a whore the whole time. He was so strong...I couldn't get away. This happened when we were 14. Even now when I see him occasionally he continues to harass me. He doesn't kiss me or anything but when no one's around he'll threaten me and he'll touch me. And I feel like I can't do anything about it. I don't want to start anything in our family. So I just try to ignore it.

    #9138 — Comments (1) — Aug 2, 2010 at 8:09 PM — That's Juicy! (8) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was thirteen and my little brother was eight, whenever our mom wasn't home, I would walk around the house with nothing on. I told him that if he ever told mom that he saw me naked, that I would clobber him. He promised that he wouldn't tell. To me it was fun and exciting. I was starting to get breasts and I liked showing off my tities, and the fact that I was also starting to get pubic hair. I knew my little brother liked seeing what a naked girl looked like. He told me that it made his penis feel funny. I told him that he should take off his clothes too, and that it might feel better. When he did, I saw that he had an erection. It was actually first erection that I ever saw, outside of a picture that one of my friends had from a magazine. After that, we started taking our clothes off together quite a bit and we that for maybe the whole next year. Then one day he asked me if he could stick his dick in my pee hole. While he techinically got it wrong, he sure had the right idea of what to do with his hard little penis. I was kind of shocked. I thought that he was too young to get me pregnant, but after that we kind of stopped being naked together.

    #9118 — Comments (0) — Jul 21, 2010 at 3:47 PM — That's Juicy! (15) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My best friend and I were pretty close. There was this kind of neat male-chemistry between the two of us. I suppose because we were both kind of shy, it just felt good to let those kinds of feelings sort of show between us. And with each other, it was special that we could be encouraging of that together as boys. I guess, that our friendship could have this "boy-friendly" quality about it.

    One day we were at my house, and my mother was at work. The two of us were sitting on the floor in the living room, with our backs against the sofa. We had both taken off our shoes and were barefoot, which was kind of fun and sexy, and put us both in a more uninhibited mood. Something that we were each feeling modestly aware of. Sort of being chummy, we put an arm around behind each other's shoulders, grinned about doing that. Then, I guess because it seemed like the thing to do, we slowly leaned close and let our lips touch. I don't know if it was just to show affection or to find out what that was like to do it with another boy. A little of both, I suspected. But it felt great being brave enough to do that, and quite exciting, too. After we did it the first time, we tried doing it again, this time making the lip contact a little more full and generous. Suddenly while we were doing this I felt myself getting an erection. A really stiff one. When we pulled back, I could the buldge showing in the front of his jeans, and he could see mine. We both blushed and grinned. Being accepting of the fact that it was aturn on, we went back to kissing, and while we did that, we let our hands slip down to feel the front of each other's jeans. Or rather, what was pushing up beneath.

    We both agreed about how turned on we were, and we proceeded to open the fly on each others jeans to bare our erections. We were pretty evenly matched, both about six inches, and really, really stiff. Recklessly, we went ahead and felt each other penis, reaching the conclusion and saying how good it felt to be doing this with a friend. He was the one who made the suggestion on how we could take our clothers off, and I had no objections, only saying how it might be better if we went into my bedroom. So we got up and went there. We got out of our clothes and were proudly showing off the boners we had. We jumped on the bed and into each others arms, went back to kissing, now using our tongues and being quite passionate about it, and masturbating each others boner while we did that.

    I don't know exactly what possessed me to say what I did, but I said something about how I could stick my boner into his butt. He said that it would be OK with him, if I wanted to. We kissed some more, and I went and got a bottle of hand lotion and I laid on the bed while he squeezed some out and slicked my stiff penis with it. We were all grins over our horny fun. Playfully, he climbed on top of me, and started to rub my boner with his buns. Then, he grabbed my cock and, to my surprise, he started to ease himself down on it. It felt my boner slide into his warm, tight depths, going all the way into his anal sheath. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, and he started to ride up and down, fucking my erection. It felt so good that I never wanted him to stop. He kept going, riding me, sliding my hard length in and out with a steady motion. As he was doing, that he suddenly ejaculated. I watched as his creamy semen started squirting out, pulse after pulse. Seeing that suddenly made me ejaculate, too. I felt my boner pulse inside of him. I could hear myself grunting and I pushed my hips up against him, thinking how fantastic it felt putting my sperm into him, and having the overabundance of his all over my stomach.

    For both of us this was just the most incredible moment imaginable. We had just finished fucking and making love to one another as friends. It was great. To us, as it undoubtedly does for so many friends, it seemed so entirely natural. Neither of us actually becamse gay because of our experience, but for the next several years our relationship was definitely one of friends and lovers. The way it should be.

    #9117 — Comments (0) — Jul 21, 2010 at 3:34 PM — That's Juicy! (7) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was 15, I had to get my tonsils removed. Even though most kids had them removed when they were young, my doctor didn't get around to recommending it until I was 15. So the surgery was scheduled and my parents took me in. Even though they were only operating down my throat, I was still forced to undress and wear only a gown that tied in the back. I couldn't even wear my underwear!? I was given a pill to sedate me and then later an orderly came in to my room with a gurney. The nurse and orderly helped me move from my bed to the gurney and then I was covered up with a sheet.

    I was feeling pretty out of it by then and I remember my mom squeezing my hand and faint conversations as the orderly wheeled me out of the room on the gurney. The orderly was this black guy in his 20s and he kept talking to me but I was only half awake and don't remember what he said to me. I do remember him wheeling me into an elevator and he had to stand with his back to the door.

    That's when he molested me, at least I think he did. When I was 15, I was small for my age, probably 5' 1" and 110 lbs. I don't remember him doing this, but what I do remember is that somehow he slipped his hand under the sheet and under my gown and felt his hand groping my penis and testicles. I remember this fingers being strong because he spread my legs a little more by just expanding his hand. Once my legs were spread some, it felt like his middle finger was tickling my butthole too while he was squeezing the shaft of my penis.

    I think I must have gotten a little bit of an erection because one of the last things I remember is him lifting up the sheet and gown to look. I remember this because I felt the cooler air below my waist. I heard the elevator bell ding and remember him removing his hand and he lowered the gown and sheet again, even tucking the sheet into the gurney like it had been.

    I didn't remember this until I got home a few days later. It seemed like a dream but also like it really happened. Isn't that what sedation does to you? Anyway, ever since then I fantasize about it happening again but I want to be fully awake this time.

    #9106 — Comments (0) — Jul 11, 2010 at 7:18 PM — That's Juicy! (12) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I always hate a weird... embarassment fetish. It always turned me on when when i wet myself or pooped myself. I always walked around naked and in my underwear when no one was home. I wore tighty whities only because it was embarrassing. I even dug holes in the back yard to poop publicly. I masturbated all the time. I wore diapers and male guards to wet myself freely. I stole tighty whities from my uncle. I was at a water park in the changing room, and saw a pair of tighty whities on the ground. I took them. When I was 11 I contracted lice and my mom gave me a bath with special shampoo and I was in my tighty whities.

    #9101 — Comments (0) — Jul 9, 2010 at 10:07 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This. ( * )
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    In middle school, I had a strange dream. I was going inside a castle that looked like it was made of clouds and bubbles. I walked around and saw their was a shower. In the shower I saw one of my classmates. He was completely nude, showering, with only bubbles covering his penis. He smiled at me and said "hey". The rest of the dream is a blur. After all these years the dream still sticks in my head. The guy in question wasn't a friend of mine. He was a total asshole. I hated him throughout all my school years. Its strange that he was in my dream. I hated his guts, and I never had an attraction to him. This started to change. He's a good looking guy. Not bad to look at. He was in my history class, and I remember sometimes his underwear was exposed. It was how he was leaning himself. His short came up in the back, so I saw some of his underwear. It really turned me on. He wore the nice tight kind. I'd always imagine him modelling off those tight blue briefs. Then I'd wonder how nice it'd be if he took them off. After I bought my first yearbook I loved jerking off to his picture. I thought about his underwear, and my dream. I wanted his body.

    #9096 — Comments (1) — Jul 8, 2010 at 3:12 PM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Back in high school I had a crush on a guy in my class.

    I sat across from him a few rows away, and would always look over at him. I played it off as trying to see the clock.

    I found him on myspace and checked his page weekly. I saved pictures of him all the time. I bought a yearbook so I could have a picture of him. I pleasured myself to his picture through out my high school years. Afterwords I would sometimes apologize after I came. I felt really disgusted with myself.

    I didn't tell anybody about it. I acted like I didn't know the guy. One day he caught me looking at his ass. After that he seemed to grow suspicious of me. Nothing big came from it. I never got hassled and he never confronted me.

    After school ended I forgot about him. I didn't see him anymore, and I got rid of myspace.

    Fast foward to today, I decide to look him up again. He's aged wonderfully. He was always fit, but now his body is rock hard. He let his facial hair grow out, so he looks more masculine. Even after all these years I still have some sort of attraction to him.

    I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable in class. I knew I could never be with you, or get close. But seeing your face always made me happy.

    #9082 — Comments (0) — Jun 25, 2010 at 6:44 PM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I used to steal my moms lingerie, dresses, high heels and dress up as a girl and use her dildos. From 11 to 13 I became such a ass whore I was working my fist into my ass. She caught me late one night completely dressed up painted nails, makeup and all with her fat pink dildo up my ass, she simply shut the door and laughed. Later she told me she loved me no matter what I do and bought me cloths and toys of my own. I now own 9 dildos and 2 drawers full of panties, lingerie and lots of skirts, tops and dresses.

    #9056 — Comments (0) — May 19, 2010 at 5:01 AM — That's Juicy! (4) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When at school I used to take photocopies of my boobs and sell them for £2 each to boys in the year below. Made about £100 in the week. lol

    #9047 — Comments (1) — May 10, 2010 at 4:36 AM — That's Juicy! (10) Remove This.
  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Posted by Anonymous

    When I was 13, I snuck in on my parents having sex in the bedroom.

    the first time I got off hard, and felt bad afterward. after that though, I was like a kid in the candy store. as soon as I heard that door close it was time for me to crack the door open or put a mirror under it. my mom is an aerobics instructor, so she's always been super hot. Still is. she had me when she was about 16 so she was barely in her 30's during my teen years. Something just very fucking hot watching a cock slide in and out of the same place I came out of. I wanted to go down on her so bad. I came in her used panties every chance I got, which was a lot. watched her shower, sun bathe, etc. I caught her screwing the neighbor (well, I didn't 'catch' her.... I just enjoyed the show), and my older cousin's best friend.

    Her favorite positions were doggy style and riding cock.

    She had (and still has) a lot of very sexy lingerie, and she used to wear it a lot. The only other person that knew about my incest fetish was my girlfriend at the time. She was bi, and thought my mom was hot so she had no problem indulging me in it. One day, she surprised me with my favorite outfit I loved to see my mom in, a purple lace teddy with the nipples and crotch cut out and a pair of my mom's heels (she was 15 mind you, I was 17 by this time). I got to call her mommy the entire time, it was fucking awesome.

    #9040 — Comments (0) — Apr 28, 2010 at 3:53 PM — That's Juicy! (19) Remove This.
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