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When I Was A Kid
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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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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 46

    My Stepdaddy started m****ting me when I was 4 years old. He married my mama when I was 2 years old. So he is the only daddy I have ever known.

    A little back story!! My mama was 16 when she had me. My mama and Stepdaddy are the same age and went to High School together.

    The m****ting started with sitting in his lap. My mama went to college and became a nurse. So he was home alone a lot with me. He would look at porn with me in his lap. He would show me pictures of womanâs nake bodies. So I never thought anything about being naked and walking around the house. While sitting on his lap, he would position me on his dick. When it got hard he would moved my tiny body to rub it.

    My mama worked nights. I remember being in kindergarten, the first time he actually touched my little bitty pussy. He rubbed it through my panties. He would touch my clit and down the middle. We were looking at porn and I saw where some man had a finger in the girls pussy. I asked him what they were doing. He explained that he was fingering her pussy. He asked me if I wanted him to do that to me. I got scared and said no. He stopped and let me go play. Weeks later, I was sleeping with him and my mama. I woke up to him and mama playing in the bed. They were so busy, they didnât know I had woken up. I saw him fingering my mama and then fucking her.

    The next time we were playing as he called it. I was on his lap and he was rubbing my pussy I told him, I wanted to touched inside. That was the first time he kissed me on my lips and taught me to French kiss him.

    He took his magazine and showed me to their bed. He pulled my clothes off. He got naked and pulled his huge dick out!! My Stepdaddy has the biggest dick I have ever seen in real life. He is 13inch and as big around 3 inches in diameter!! He is god awful huge. Anyways. He was really slow with me for several yrs. he would rub and slowly put one or two fingers in and out. He would take my hand in his and jack off.

    When I was about 10 yrs old. He started eating my pussy!! OMG!! Having his tongue and fingers in my pussy drove me crazy!! I couldnât get enough!! I was completely hooked.

    When I was 12, tragedy struck our family and life was never the same. My mama was killed in a car accident. I was a mess!!

    Because all I knew was that sex made me feel good. I started acting out. My Stepdaddyâs friends would come over and I hate started wearing revealing clothes. My best friend was a year older than me and was always at the house now. So we would play our music and dance where they could see us. We would go to the lake and we would wear very tiny bikinis.

    One weekend went to lake. Mandy and I were laid out getting a tan. My Stepdaddy put suntan lotion on us. While he was putting the lotion on Mandyâs back. He started fingering my pussy. I didnât care that she was there. She heard me moan and looked up and saw him. At first she was scared but I told her it felt so good!! He finally started fingering both of us! For a couple years he would play with both of us.

    Mandy and I would finger and eat each otherâs pussyâs in front of him and his friends. The would jack off and we would suck their dicks. The rule was they could play with us but never put their dicks in us!! We were their little sluts.

    On my 18 Birthday!! I lost my virginity to my Stepdaddy!! I had just graduated High school and we had moved and bought a house in the town I was going to college.

    We put the porn video, in the VHS player. We got naked and were on the bed. We were kissing, he was sucking on my 32dd tits and fingering my bald pussy. I have never had hair, always made him feel like I was 4/5!! I was sucking on his dick and finally after all these years. I looked him in the eyes!!

    I raised up and instead of calling him Daddy. I called him Jason!! His real name. I looked him in the eyes and told him it was time to fuck me as his lover and not his little girl!!

    It took a long time to get his whole dick in my tiny little virgin pussy!! I almost died, it hurt like hell. The very best experience I could ever imagine!!

    I would never change any of my childhood nor will I ever say it was wrong. I will not apologize for loving it so much!! What works for some may not work for others. So if you donât like how my life was. I donât give a fuck.

    I finished college and found a job on the other side of the United States. He followed me out there. We were each otherâs lovers for years. No one knew us, it just appeared older man/ younger female. It worked for us. We cut off family.

    We got married when I was 25. We have two beautiful children. Life has been very good!!

    We still like to play!! We enjoy the swinging lifestyle and we do a lot of role playing. I say do what makes you happy!! Life is to short not to do the nasty!!



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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Bi-Sexual Male / 49

    Some of my earliest sexual memories when I was around 5 or 6 and I was always sucking off my older 16 brother and then a lot of times my dad would join in, then my brother would butt fuck me as I sucked my dad off. I serviced their cocks until I moved out of my dad's house at 19, well them and a few of their friends. I got married when I was 23, we had a son which when he was around 3 or 4 I would let him touch my cock, and he liked when my cock would squirt cum, he also liked the taste of cum. My wife would watch us and use a dildo on herself. Our daughter I started fingering around 3 or 4, and started fucking her around 6 or 7. My wife loved to clean up our daughter's cum filled pussy, she really loved when our son would cum in his sister, and then I would fuck her cum filled little pussy until I filled her with daddy's cum. Yes I passed it down to my kids and my kids down to their kids, now my grand kids thinking nothing of pleasuring papa's cock.

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

    Time is a killer. I was reading a posting on here and thought about sex events from my life. Whenever I do that, Peggy comes to mind. This is 20 years ago (a shocker to me since it seems like a short while ago). At 14, I had absolutely no sex experience while waiting on line for a movie ticket on a Saturday night. I can't remember which sequel it was of the Die Hard series but not a great one. On line just behind me was a little skinny girl with red hair and wild green eyes that seemed to dart here and there.

    The box office attendant finally showed up and a lot of us on line were restless. Peggy started talking to me and rambled on about school. As it turned out, we were both freshmen in High School but in different schools. Peggy said, "Wow, you are a big boy. Are you big all over?" When she first said it, it went right over my head. She kept talking and often changed the subject. As the line finally began to move she asked if I wanted to have a milkshake later. She would treat. I gladly accepted.

    She followed me to the high end of the theater, in the back row, where I liked to sit. After the movie started, I felt her hand on my thigh and at first thought of moving my leg but I realized what she was after so I unzipped my hardening joint and popped it out. She looked and took hold of it and whispered..."Wow, big enough, man." I was super excited since no one had ever touched my pecker before. She played with it then shifted her body so she could go down and I felt at least half disappear into her mouth. That was my first oral and it was like being sucked by a vacuum cleaner, intense.

    I recall pulsing my sperm into her sucking mouth, around eight pulsing streams of cum and I held her head down. After I came, she licked me for a time then I looked around to see if anyone had seen us. No one had. After the movie, we went for the milkshake and she kept babbling on as if nothing had happened between us but now all I could think of was another blow job followed my fucking her so hard her red hair would stand up. I was absolutely dying to fuck her to see if it would be as good as the blow job.

    I asked her for her phone number but she kept babbling. I never got it. I had no idea who she was or even knew her full name. Two years later, we had a game with another school and I saw Peggy in the crowd from our adversary school. I was excited to see her and ran toward her. As I came close I noticed her belly looked like it had a medicine ball in it. She said that she was seven months pregnant. I was crestfallen. Today I would still try to fuck her but back then all I could think of was to wish her well and walk away, which is what I did. I still think of her and often wonder what became of her.

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  • — 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.

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  • — 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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