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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?

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 18

    when i was 8 i used to hang out with a girl my age who was into weird games. one day after school she wanted to play a game where we put tape over each others pussys and go to the bathroom trying to pee it off or through it.
    i felt aroused taping my pussy and pulling it off trying to cover it all- as i was bald. but just wanted to get it over with because i knew her brother and his friends where in the home.
    my friend sits over the toliet and pees splashing pee everywhere laughing loudy making a raquet
    then i jump on, i flow hard to try and get the tape off in one shot- my friend opens the bathroom door. im pissing all over myself in front of her brother who was 14 and his friend. waiting i was set up.
    she said it happnes to me all the time and laughed at me
    i kept playing games with her and having sleepovers she taught me how to masturbate. so it wasnt all bad

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

    Not a great big confession, when I was a kid old enough to get out of the house on my own I discovered this spot behind the 7-11 where the gays guys went to fuck. It was pretty secluded, it was deep in the bushes and away from the road and the gay guys would go fuck. I found a place where I could crouch or kneel and when two gay guys came up I would stay real quiet while one would suck the other one off and sometimes lower their pants and lean against a tree or just bend over and hold themselves up with their hands on their knees and get fucked. After a few weeks. it was the same guys, always the same guy got fucked, and after a while I could figure out who they were, one worked at Sears I saw him there, this one big guy worked as an attendant at the hospital.

    As I got older and I was masturbating I masturbated while they fucked, leaving my spit on the ground. I liked the feeling on my dick after I had cum, my dick head was so sensitive and with the cum I had for lubrication I squeeze it and rubbed it and sometimes but not always I would get hard again even if the gay guys had left by then. Watching gave me ideas, I couldn't make up my mind if I wanted to be the one that sucked and got fucked or if I wanted to be the one that got sucked and did the fucking. I didn't find out until much later when I found myself in the car with a friend of mine after the movies and I knew I wanted to be the one that sucked and then got fucked.

    It had to have been twenty years later when I was visiting my grandmother who still lived in that town that I drove over to that 7-11 and found a closed broken down building. Walking around I found condoms and cigarettes and beer cans and bottles of cheap wine. Not so romantic, I had dreamed of meeting a guy and going back into the bushes and reliving those days but only the memories remain. Towns change and my boyhood town declined after the window frame factory closed. The Sears store is closed and the hospital is now two towns down the road, not that I would run into those two guys.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 18

    I have a submissive side, I guess. I am a pleaser or so that is what my mother calls me. I have no backbone, I do what I am told, I am a doormat, you name it I have been called that. So what if I like pleasing him. What is wrong with that? I didn't all of a sudden become a pleaser, I was pleasing him when I was nine and he was ten. I kissed his penis. Sure it was just the head of the penis and it was just a tiny little kiss, but I kissed his penis and I have been pleasing him ever since.

    I don't know how many virginities you really have, but he went through each and every one of them and he took them. He kissed my nipples when I was eleven. He touched my pussy when I was eleven. He saw my pussy when I was eleven. He poked his penis on my pussy when I was eleven. I showed him my asshole when I was eleven. It was show and tell day. I also put his whole penis in my mouth when I was eleven. To me those were all lost virginities, first times.

    I went from being a skinny bald pussy, titles girl to having real tits, pubes and a big ass by the time I was thirteen. There was nothing of my eleven year old self left by the time I turned fourteen. I had tits and I had pubic hair even where I didn't want it. Even my mother let me trim my pubic hair because otherwise I couldn't go out in a bathing suit. At fourteen I was regular cock sucker, by then I gave him blow jobs and hand jobs and I let him fuck my tits. How much of his gunk I washed off my face I will never know but it was a lot. Fucking, like real fucking, was something I just didn't want to do, but he fucked my tits, he fucked up the crack of my ass, he touched and fingered my pussy, he kissed my tits, sucked on my neck and left me branded for all to see, and I held on to his cock when we watched television.

    And as my mother will tell you I pleased him, I made him deserts, I served him when he was at my house, I took his lunch to school for him, all he had to do was snap his fingers and I was there. I got a lot of hell from my mother for a while but she eventually told me that it was my life and if I was going to be doormat well then it was my problem.

    I was sixteen, fully sixteen and he decided it was time. He had waited long enough, all his friends were getting pussy and he was still being held back. It was time. He had me take a shower while he sat in my room waiting. When I got out of the shower, I was naked except for a towel, he told me to stand and present myself. I stood and dropped the towel for him to see what he had seen a thousand times before. To me that day I was giving him one of my virginities. He had me lay back on the bed while he got undressed. I lay there with my ankles crossed, with my hands covering my tits. Not that he hadn't seen my tits like from a long time ago but it felt strange lying there knowing I was going to get fucked. Once he was naked he told me to lay my hands by my side, uncross my ankles and open my legs. That to me was another virginity.

    He didn't really have an erection, his cock was more or less just hard but not all hard, he got over to me and I reached for his cock and it felt good in my hand. I let him bend over and kiss my mouth and kiss my tits while I pulled on his cock, he got between my legs and I pulled myself up a little and he lay down and his cock was hard. He hit up against my crotch and I reached under him and put his cock against the opening of my vagina and he finally got his pussy. Maybe that was the real loss of virginity, but I didn't feel that way. In my mind that was last big thing for him, my pussy. Or his pussy as he saw it.

    After he got off and we were there just naked he commented on how totally hairy I was. I used the scissors to trim myself, this time I took off quite a bit. I took the razor to the rest and hurt myself with several nicks. I was learning and a girl at school told me to make sure I used a new razor blade and to use the shaving cream that I used to shave my legs. I used soap, but I went to Walgreens and I bought some shaving cream for my pussy hair. He really, really liked my totally shaved pussy. And I really, really liked his cock. We fucked day and night and no surprise to anyone, I got pregnant at sixteen. That was also a loss of virginity.

    I am a pleaser, I have always been a pleaser, I spoil my son, I spoil my boyfriend. He loves it, I shave my pussy for him, I bake him cookies, I buy him clothes, and I fuck whenever he wants. He doesn't fuck my tits that much anymore, only sometimes, he doesn't fuck my butt crack anymore, he fucks my pussy. We go to the mall with my son, we go to the zoo with my son, we got everywhere with my son, he has a car seat in his car for my son, I may only be eighteen but we have been together since the day I first kissed his cock.

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

    Over the holidays I was at a party and ran into two brothers I went to school with. I haven't seen them in over a decade and met their wives and kids. They don't know this but when we were seniors in high school I saw both of them naked dozens of times along with their entire ice hockey team. My uncle owned the rink and I worked for him on weekends. It wasn't every week but many times he had to leave early and left me to lock up after the last game. My cousin Kim and I would take turns and go into the office which had access to the boiler room where we could see into the locker room. There were boys from other teams that I saw naked but didn't know many of them. I knew all the boys on the hockey team and over time saw all of them naked some more than others. We saw some of the refs. to and my cousin worked there more often and saw many more naked guys than I ever did. They are both still good looking and I couldn't help thinking about all the times I saw them in the showers and getting undressed.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 52

    Everything considered it's lucky nothing seriously bad came of it. My sister and I, we were 14 and 15 at the time were staying with our grandmother while our parents were abroad. Our grandmother was strict but she never followed up. We were lonely in a way because we didn't know anyone in her town so we spent a lot of time making up stuff. Down the street from my grandmothers lived a mechanic and his son. The son was in his late twenties and he had a record and everyone knew he had a bad reputation, some people even thought that he had smoked mariguana. He never wore a shirt, just this dirty, oily wife beater shirt.

    That afternoon my grandmother had gone out to her church get together and my sister and I were home alone and we decided to go down to the mechanic's shop and talk to Diego. We told Diego we were alone and after we had gotten back to the house he came and knocked on the door. He stood there with his dirty wife beater shirt, a rag in his hand and he asked us if we were really alone. He came in and looked around and he asked how old we were. He took out his dick right there in the living room and asked us if either one of had ever touched a dick because now was our chance. We both touched his dick, we both kissed his dick, we both sucked his dick.

    He asked to see our pussies. We had never let anyone see us and we stood in the living room with our pants down around our knees and he looked at our pussies. He asked for tits so we showed him our tits. He stood up and came over to us and rubbed his dick against our pussies and grabbed our tits. He asked us if we wanted to fuck. We went into our grandmother's bedroom because the bed was big and we took off our pants and laid back on the bed. He looked at us and pulled up his pants and put his dick away and told us we weren't worth it, he wanted to but we were just not worth it. Maybe if we were older, but we were just not worth it.

    He kissed us both and he left.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Male / 52

    The first time can never be forgotten. For me, it was when I was 14 and invited over to a girl's house that I was really sweet on, I'll call her Sandra Dee. I was elated that the sweet, cute Olivia Newton-John type girl called me and invited me over. When I got there it turned out I was invited over to take turns pulling a private train on her. I was in the living room with four other boys. I only knew her younger brother, I'll call Don, so I mostly talked to him. Since it was his house too, he was playing host.

    At first I didn't want to be there. I liked to think of her as virginal. She looks and acts sweet and innocent normally, much like Sandra Dee. We watched tv, talked and waisted time until we were told by the boy coming out, whose turn was next. I was the last there so I was to be last. The first boy who finished didn't stick around much. He did stick around long enough to boast and tease that we were having his sloppy seconds. The other boys reminded him that he wasn't first tonight either. I wondered how many before him.

    I was really conflicted. This was shattering my image of her. I was a virgin and had thought she was too. I learned this wasn't the first time here for half of them in the room. The only other boy that was invited for the first time was two years younger than me. I doubted if his equipment even worked yet. After two boys left it was just her brother and me as we waited for the other new guy to take his turn.

    I was really mixed about this and admitted it to him. I asked him how long this as been going on. It started with their older sisters doing stuff like this. Now that she got involved Sandra Dee is taking it to a new level. I asked him if he ever took a turn. He blushed and looked down but admitted, he does. I coaxed out more. Part of the deal is if he plays a good host, he gets to go last, after all of the other boys had gone home. This sister is the only woman he's ever been with. I had to give him a break on that as he was only 12. Aside from that, she'll sometimes use him when an unrelated boy isn't handy enough. He was clearly conflicted about it too. He knew it was wrong but he was whipped.

    The boy taking his first turn was his classmate. It is part of his role to find boys for her. She finds them on her own mostly, but she especially loves virgin boys and grown men. He helps finding virgins. He asked if I was upset that he invited me. He wasn't the one who called me, so at first I was confused. I then got that it was him that suggested me and gave her my phone number.

    I asked what kind of boys got invited back. He didn't completely know all but he knew she liked the sweet ones that loved to eat her out but also the brutish ones that were jerks, strong, rough and basically r**ed her. She is obedient to them but bossy to the nice ones.

    Although we were the same age, I was shorter and smaller than her most of our lives. Only now I was her equal. I was no equal to the two larger boys that already left. I was no bully anyways. I was going to have to be sweet. Eat her out. I didn't know what that really entailed but I was willing. All of these other guys wanted to use her. Even at 14, I wanted to marry her.

    When the younger boy came out he was ecstatic and boastful. Having chatted with the brother, I felt like this might be his last time invited over. She called in her brother for a moment. He came out and told me she needed a few minutes to be ready for me. I wasn't surprised. She had done that, at lest somewhat, for each of the last two boys.

    I wasn't sure what to expect, but my heart was in my throat and I felt shivers all over. I was nervous. Hi I greeted her. This was my first time having a one on one conversation with her. My brother tell me your a virgin. Oh crap, I think. I wonder what all he told her about me. Come on, she says as she led me to her bed.

    She was dressed in a purple silky nightgown and nothing else. I didn't know why she put that on. We were going to be naked soon. She was just as soft, gentle and sweet and both speech and deed as I've seen her before. My mind was still being blown. She wasn't acting slutty at all.

    I was a jumble of mixed emotions and clueless. She was a perfect first kiss. When she kissed me my eyes rolled back and I blacked out a second or so. I was in heaven. Each time she kissed me my lights went out. I still don't know what she does, but to this day, no other woman can make me black out just by kissing me. She ALWAYS could.

    I looked and smelled all over her body and could not sense a trace of use on her. I was certain she had showered between boys, or at least before me. I was putty in her hands. When she guided me to her pussy I obeyed. She had to talk me through it. I was really clueless. I didn't know what she was supposed to taste like. I could be licking semen. I didn't care. I loved every moment.

    I couldn't seem to get enough nectar out of her. I really didn't understand the biological aspects of all of this but I felt I could eat her out of her forever. Right then I was addicted to eating pussy. Not then, but several other times, I've found I can orgasm just from eating good pussy. After a time she got excited and stopped me.

    She pushed me onto my back and started to lick and suck on my penis. My brain was on sensory overload. Each touch was super powerful to me. Only now I learned why ALL men love BJ's. She didn't finish me but suddenly moved up and mounted me.

    I was again in Heaven. She rocked on me until she said her legs were cramping. She got me to get on top. It took a while to figure out what I was doing. I was in Heaven again. I wanted this NEVER to stop. I wanted to someday die while doing this. I was hooked.

    I kissed and messed with her little tits. She asked about how she like them. I told her I didn't know. They were perfect. They were my first real tits. What I didn't say was that they were incredibly small. My sister is 2 years younger than us but her breasts are several times bigger.

    When I came I said to myself that I was finally not a virgin and I lost it with the most beautiful and awesome woman on the planet. I didn't care if she was ever faithful to me. I was going to be faithful to her if she'd have me and marry me. I just had to stick around long enough to outlast the other suiters and win her heart. When I pulled out I was surprised to see a condom on. I had no idea how it got there. I didn't own one.

    When I left her room the world was changed. I bumped into walls and walked with less control. During my walk home a group of men saw me and one told the others that he bet I just lost my virginity. I turned to them and asked how he knew. He said, Because you LOOK like it. He must be right. I wondered what I looked like as I walked the rest of the way home.

    When I later met her brother, I told him that I'd like to be invited back as often as possible. I'd play any part, that I loved her and wanted to marry her someday. He replied, except for the last two parts I sounded like most other boys after their first time with her. Even though that didn't make too much sense to me but I took it as a compliment. Just tell me what I need to do or say to win her heart. He smiled and said he'd see.

    As I got invited to more parties with her I got to know her more. I discovered, as sweet as she is, she is REALLY bossy. Even when we played gangr**e on her, she was clearly in charge. She set time, date and time, picked the boys, set the limits, gave the code words and decided when it was over. Fake gang r**e on herself was her favorite fantasy play. Pulling trains seemed to be her most common sexual activity. At least that was what I was invited to the most. Over time, I risked being more wild than the other boys to stand out to her more. It worked, I caught her approval. She gave me my own code word. In the far future, if I r**ed her without her knowing it was me, I was to say my code word just before I leave, so she's know not to call the police.

    Most mixed gender times were actually naughty parties of a more party sort. Light drinking, strip poker, Truth or dare, 7 minutes in heaven, guess the tit/boner/pussy and such. She loved to invite boy-girl sibling pairs. Whenever a sibling pair was present she made certain to get them to mess around. The first time was ALWAYS without their knowledge. This usually took place as a glory hole of sorts. The guy or girl has to guess who is on the other side, servicing him, or being serviced by her.

    When I found out my younger sister got invited to the same party as me, at this girl's house I knew what was up. I had plenty of time to talk my sister out of it, to warn her, prepare her or simply refuse to go myself. I didn't try any of that. By the time we were both invited I was eager. Brother-sister pairs are more often guests of her parties and I knew why.

    My sister proved to be a good sport about being pranked into blowing me. On our walk home I told her the truth about how common it was. I told her about the brother and that was the known part of why. She asked me why I went though with it if I knew what was going to happen. I told her the full truth and pleaded with her to be cool with it all. I really wanted more time with Sandra Dee. My sister's help was key.

    I got invited VERY often, with my sister, for a few years. My sister wasn't immune to Sandra Dee's charms and was gay for her really quickly. She claimed she wasn't into women, but my sister was hot for the same girl I was hot for. For one summer, Sandra Dee, was the girlfriend to both my sister and I. I was filled with jealousy whenever my sister had her to herself. My sister felt the same way when I had her alone.

    My first FMF and only adolescent threesomes were with her and my sister. Anything I did with Sandra Dee, Sandra Dee made certain I did the same with my sister too. Sandra Dee loved those session and soon so did we. Sandra Dee never knew it, but we began to mess around when home alone. I never had a normal FMF again until I was 22. Not as often we swapped with her and her brother. While I liked that more, it was threesomes more than foursomes with her. During this time Sandra Dee was my girlfriend and my sister was his first girlfriend, officially.

    As our relationship with her petered, on her part, my sister and I got closer. For just short of a year, my sister and I were essentially boyfriend and girlfriend as we both rebounded from being dumped by Sandra Dee. It wasn't ideal, obviously, but it was what we both needed. During this time we both got WAY better at our oral sex skills. I think my sister showed the most improvement.

    Sandra Dee, never liked me the way I loved her. I still am Facebook friends with her. We've addended each other's sibling's weddings. She is married to a great guy who was clueless about her past when they got married. I don't know the details, but they adopted all of their children. She is still really bossy and so I'm thankful that I never got my wish to marry her. Still beautiful, I still think of her fondly. She has a great life and family.

    As for my sister, we tapered off as we started dating others. Even though my sister is younger, she was more desirable so she got way more dates than me. At the end I was the one trying to keep our unique relationship going. She instead started fixing me up with her friends. That was decades ago. We still share sly grins at family gatherings.

    I still know that code word Sandra Dee assigned me. Even though I've never used it, I still wonder about it and her. Group sex and gang r**e is HER kink and NOT mine. I wonder what her husband has knows or has figured out so far. She and her family have sugar coated everything that I know has been talked about.

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  • — When I Was a Kid —
    Straight Female / 23

    When I was 13 I used to use my mother's didlo and vibrators when she was not home. I'd use them, cum garden and slip them back in mom's bedside table.

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

    My life as a kid revolved around school and my neighborhood. As long as I stayed in the neighborhood I could ride my bike and as soon as I got done with my homework I was sent outside until nightfall. Sometimes I found a kid to play with, sometimes I just rode around. A couple of blocks away from us lived a man who worked nights so he was home during the day. He started waving at me and saying hello and one day he stopped me and asked me what my name was and where I lived. He asked me if I wanted a popsicle so I went into his house with him. He had this painting on his wall that was sorts of colors but when you got to looking at it there was a naked man in the picture masturbating. Once I figured it out I could see it clearly and I would look at it. He asked me if I liked art and he said that art was something that most people misunderstood.

    He took me into his den which had a desk in it and there were several paintings on the wall and he showed me this wooden carving of a dick, even then I recognized the dick, it was long and smooth and the balls were at the bottom and the dick head was at the top with very distinct little slit on the top. It was natural size and he told me it was Chinese and that the Chinese used them to relive stress, you held the dick in your hand and you caressed it lovingly, you caressed the balls and the head, he said all this while showing me how to do it rubbing the little slit on the top with his finger. He told me that boy dicks were smaller of course, but they were just the same and when I grew up I would probably have a dick like the statue.

    He sat me in a chair in front of the desk and gave me the wooden dick to hold, he sat beside me telling me how to rub it, how to put my hand around it, how to grab the balls. He took it from my hands and caressed it for a while and gave it back to me and said that when I was fed up about something I could come over and play with the wooden dick and my frustrations would melt away. Several minutes passed and while he was talking I came in my pants. He took my dick out of my pants and complimented me on how good looking it was and he said my mother must have paid well to have the doctor fix me up when I was born because to take his work you did not want to go through life with a dick that looked like a chilli pepper.

    He took his dick out, it was really hard and he put my hand around it and asked which one I thought was bigger, his real dick or the wooden dick. He had put the wooden dick on the desk and he kept my hand on his dick and he told me that he had shown me how to rub it, and that I could use both hands if I wanted. Meanwhile he had my dick in his hand and he was pressing his fingers up and down all the time telling me how much he liked the way I was caressing his dick. He asked me to put my mouth on his dick but I got scared and let go and sat back in the chair. He told me it was all right there would be another day.

    He was at his house most afternoons and I went there until I had to go home. He loaned me his wooden dick and I slept with it holding it at night under the covers. In the afternoon I learned to hold his real dick and he taught me just how to help him come and most afternoons he came thanking me. He sucked my dick a lot and I came in his mouth or his hand and then he would lick it up. When he came I closed my eyes and he would wipe my face clean afterwards, but sometimes I had him in my mouth when he came. After we moved I kept the wooden dick and I have it as a momento of my days when I still rode a bike. It is made out of wood but it is a true size replica and it is more than a momento, it is a conversation piece when I have friend over and I let them hold it and pretend it is real. He never told me but I am pretty sure that it was molded after him so it is more than a momento it is a keep sake.

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

    In the eighth grade I was in an accident with my mother driving. The car hit my side of the car and broke my hip and ankle, my wrist and cut my face really bad. My mother was shook up but O.K. I had to stay home to recover. I was alone at the house and the pool boy was there to clean the pool and the curtains to the den were open and I could see him and he could see me laying on the couch. After a while he knocked on the door and I had to yell at him to open the door because it was hard for me to get around. He came in and asked for something to drink and sat down beside me and started to ask questions about how I got hurt.

    Somehow the conversation turned to going to bathroom, how did I manage and how did I wipe. He told me that if I needed to go he would help me. It was one of those things, I told him that in fact I needed to go so he followed me on my crutches to the bathroom, I leaned them against the washbasin and told him that is where he had to help me. To let he hang onto his neck and he had to lower my panties from under my dress and then set me down and stand there so I could hold onto his arm and not fall over. When I was done I had him reach for the TP for me, and hold me while I wiped. I asked him if he had ever seen a girl so I pulled my dress up so he could see me and I held my legs open a little. I told him he could touch if he wanted to I didn't bite. I held onto his neck while he touched me, I told him to take me to the bed so he could keep touching me.

    On the bed I got up high with my head on the pillow and he took my panties off completely and I let him touch me and finger me for a while. I touched his penis in his pants and told him I wanted to see it and bent over and sucked him holding his penis in my hand. Fucking was difficult because of the cast but I held my other leg as far apart as I could and he was able to get it done. I told him to put my panties under me when he pulled out so that we wouldn't stain the bedspread. I was sexually active at the time and it wasn't my first time but it was his first time. He helped me get a fresh pair of panties on and I hung on his neck all I could. He went and got my crutches out of the bathroom and we went back to the den and he helped me lay back on the couch.

    He asked to see my tits so I opened my dress and took it off my shoulders and undid my bra and let him look and touch and kiss me. His penis was hard again so I took his penis in my hand and helped him cum again against my dress. I wasn't a nice girl that afternoon and he took advantage of the fact that I was laid up. He went to the boy's academy and he was already a senior so we only dated that next year but we remain friends and from time to time I grab him and hold him and let him touch me between my legs. We are both married so that is as far as we go.

    I am still not a nice girl, I don't think I ever was.

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

    I don't really have any confessions that I need to get off my chest or anything, so I thought I'd just tell about my first time doing anything bi.

    In Middle School I had a friend over for a sleep over, we always shared the same bed, but that night and many times before nothing happened, we had no boy on boy intent. What happened came the next morning. I always wake early and so did he, we began playing "mad scientist" and he was the robot. I had him laying on the bed and we ere both just in our pajama bottoms. I was making adjustments on the robot, which tickled him, and we were both being very silly.

    For the final step in preparing the robot, I had a can of marbles which was the "robot fuel". Well, I was looking how to fuel the robot when it came to me: dump the fuel in his tank--his pajama bottom fly. So I did. The cold marbles pouring in and bouncing off his cock got him hard and his penis poked up out of the fly. I grabbed it to tuck it back in and I froze with it in my hand.

    His cock felt so good in my hand that I just held it. I finally asked him, what part of the robot is this? He replied that he couldn't help it, the marbles bounced on him and made him hard. I still had a hold of his cock!

    I looked at him and asked: do you jack-off? And I tole him that I do. He admitted that he did, and then I asked him: "Do you want me to jack you off?"

    By that time I was already starting to stroke his cock. My robot just laid there while I jacked him off. He exploded cum every where. By that time he noticed I was hard too, and he reached in and pull my cock out and began jacking me off. I shot cum right up his arm. Both of us had cum in just a couple seconds. We cleaned up and I asked him if he wanted to go again. He did. This time we laid in bed, beside each other, naked. It took more than before, but not much more and we were both cumming like crazy. We jacked each other until I heard others up and around. I think we did each other 5 times before I heard my sister in the kitchen getting some cereal.

    He and I became JO buddies, jack-off buddies, until we graduated high school and went to different colleges. We later did much more, but that is another story.

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