Do you have a secret from your past that you've been dying to share?

This category is all about unburdening yourself of the confessions you've kept hidden since childhood. Share your tales of mischief, rebellion, and discovery. Whether it's a forbidden crush on a teacher, a prank gone wrong, or a stolen kiss with a childhood friend, this category will take you back to the innocent and rebellious days of youth.

When I was a kid I had a sort of semi-romantic fling with another boy. We were both very discrete about this and no one ever knew, of course.
While I felt a little unsure about being that way with another boy, at the same time I really enjoyed having this secret male relationship , and I genuinely loved it when we would have sex. To me it was so satisfyingly all-male and it felt so significant .
Recently, now some ten years later, when I was talking to my mom, she admitted that she suspected what was going on, although she never said anything because she did not want me to feel embarrassed. She saw nothing wrong with two boys having this kind of friendship, and told me how she had had a romantic indulgence with another girl when she was at that same age. It was so enlightening talking about this. It's a shame that people can't be so open and honest, although I'm happy that my mom and I seem to have no secrets from one another, even on things like this.

  • I justread about the guy giving his first blow job, enjoyed it, so I thought that I would add my story.


    There was a big scandal when I was in school, when allegedly a coach had been caught performing oral sex on one of

    the members of the football team.

    Well, my best friend and I heard about this, and of course we both wrinkled our noses over the idea of a guy giving

    another guy a blow job. Although, at the same time, we both wondered what it would be like to such another guy's

    dick. Well, not knowing, and being very curious in spite of our initial reaction to such a thing, we worked up the

    nerve to try it on each other. We actually did this several times until we became brave enough to go all the way and

    do it to completion in each other's mouth. After that we started to become quite cavalier about it, and we regularly

    engaged in oral sex. Of course that was just our secret.

    This happened when I was a kid. It was my first real sexual experience. I was old enough to know about that sort of stuff, but hardly wise to the ways of the world.
    There was an older boy that I knew and he worked part time in old garage that was pretty run down and messy. One afternoon during the summer I happened to be going by and I stopped and we talked. He mentioned how horny he was feeling. I was kind of modest, not used to talking about stuff like that, and I told him that I was, too.
    He took me farther back into the garage and asked if I wanted to see his dick. He unzipped his coveralls and showed it to me. It was absolutely huge, about ten inches soft! I was amazed. He grinned and said that he was getting a boner, and I watched as his penis stiffened, not becoming much larger, but pushing up right.He told that I could feel it if I wanted. So, being brave, I felt his dick. It was exciting getting to do that with another boy, especially and older boy, and I thought that was pretty neat.
    Then he said that I could suck on it. I was kind of afraid to, but I didn't know what to do. So I leaned over and took his dick into my mouth, and that was even more exciting. I only got about he first four inches into my mouth was all, but that as enough. As I was sucking on the large, rounded head he ejaculated in my mouth. I just let it happen and felt the surges of his semen. When he finished I spit most of it out, although I swallowed some. I didn't really like how that tasted, although it wasn't that bad. He grinned and told me how good that had felt.
    Well, I went away feeling kind of unsure about having done that with another guy, although it really got me turned on and I masturbated when I got home. A few days later, feeling motivated, I went back to the garage, and we repeated he experience. Only this time he sucked me off after I did him. That summer I did this maybe a dozen more times with him.
    After that it was about four more years before the opportunity arose forme to have another male experience, and, like most guys, I have had the occasional one on and off since. I necer considered myself to be gay, although I do like the maleness of the moment sometime. That's alwasy pleasurable and quite satusfying, and I do have fond memories of my very frst time.

  • Once when I was 12 my brother went to a friends house. My parents sent me to bed early, I told them he would be up late with his friend and I was older. They sent me to bed anyway.

    I was mad so I grabbed my dick by the base and shook it. That will show them. Send me to bed early and I will just shake my dick.

    Well, it got really hard. I had gotten boners before and liked them. Girls at school would take their shoes off and their feet would make my dick hard.

    So, there I was shaking my hard dick. Wasn't stroking it, just shaking it by the base. Well, it felt pretty good actually. Just kept shaking my dick.

    Suddenly it felt different. Like I was floating. I kept going and going and then it exploded. Cum was flying everywhere but I didn't know what it was. I knew stuff could come out of my dick but didn't realize it would be so incredible.

    Can God forgive me? I'm truly sorry and deeply regret watching CP. I really hate myself

    So, i don't know how to start this. I suppose i should start from the beginning.

    I believe i was like 10 years old. I don't really remember the exact age, i only remember i was really young. When we hit puberty, we get bite by the curiosity bug about sexuality and intimate relations. I admit i watched those kind of videos, about prn. Normal prn you can say, a woman and a man in a pool, or a yacht, those kind of situations. But, one day, while i was surfing the only site or application on the computer, a name appeared on the list to download and being the curious kid i was i clicked it and started to download it.The video was about two girls about my age, maybe older but still young, i can guess like twelve or fourteen, with two guys. I was surprised because i didn't know girls my age could have s*x. I was intrigued. So, i watched it. Over and over. That's just the beginning. I have to say that my curiosity was my fall.

    After that, i keep looking for videos like that one, and i found a couple more, but with younger girls. There was never full intercourse in those videos, only the first one, the others where more of gr*ping. At the time, i didn't understand, how girls that young could be involved in that kind of stuff like that. I didn't made the connection of was aware that it was abuse, i was just naive and thought nothing was weird. I felt a bit of excitement knowing that it was possible to have relationships at that age, but I don't know whether to call it stupidity or ignorance, why I saw that, or didn't think about the fact that it wasn't acted, and if it was, it didn't justify the fact that contribute to that disgusting action by continuing to see that content.

    After i discovered how to mast*rbate, i usually did it with the normal videos, heterosexual videos with grows up. But again, my curiosity won and i thought to myselg, hey could i get pleasure with videos my age? The answer simply, was yes. I only watched few videos, less than 15 i think, there weren't many, and i didn't do it regularly, only a few times really. But still i felt like something wasn't right. Something was wrong, i could feel it. So i stopped. I deleted everything and tried to forget about it.

    The thing is, i was raised in a Catholic family. I mean, i was baptised, i had my first communion and confirmation. I went to church every sunday (there were some we or i didn't go, sorry). My family is a lovely one, i cant say i was abused or neglected. The contrary, i couldn't ask for a better family, and i thank God every day for that. They're the reason why everyday i try to be a better person. I love them so much.

    Which is why this is killing me.

    A few years later i found a pendrive with copies of some of the videos. I was still young but come on i had to have some knowledge of the stuff. Still i said to myself, why not watch it and the delete it? I did exactly that. How stupid i was, righ? After that, i tried again to forget. Keep in mind, i go to confess to the priest from time, but i never confessed THAT sin. I was ashamed. And still i confessed other things, and took the Eucharistic. I keep saying in my mind, i cant confess that, he will hate me, judge me, condemn me. I always liked to read, so i'm always reading books or novels, fanfictions, you call it what you like. In one of this pages, i found a tag called underge, and i say well, sx under the age of eighteen is considered underage so i didn't pay attention to it. The thing is, this is like dr*gs, you still fall under them. And if you're guessing what happened is that i fell again, well you're right. When things like this happened, i called them, relapsed. All these relapses, were very few, but still broke me.

    While I can excuse myself as a young girl for innocence and ignorance, i cannot say the same in this last situation. I was older and knew what porngraphy involved, especially chld porn*graphy. I'm not looking for a reason to excuse myself, it was just a bad habit and a very low will power.

    I don't consider myself a bad person, seriously, I am a devout Christian, I attend mass and church events with the joy of helping and being with God. I don't know why I did something so deplorable, it's as if my mind, heart and body were not one. A few months ago I had my last relapse, it was not videos, it was an old fanfiction, I have not seen any videos related to that topic in years, but i still failed.

    I will not lie, I am afraid. I have a deep fear that I will never be forgiven by God. That I will never be able to reach heaven or see my family, who has already passed away, that God no longer trusts me to ever start a family or have the happiness of being a mother, which has been an enormous desire that I have always had. I feel a huge hole in my soul and heart for such a sin that I committed. I am diabetic, and sometime's I think to myself or feel like this is also some kind of punishment. For what i did. I also have OCD, so it's really frustrating.

    I have little cousins you know, at that time i didn't think of them, of what would i feel if someone recorded them or ab*sed them. Even after watching them (the damn videos) i would literally forget it and play with them like nothing happened. I really don't understand, I NEVER felt like, or wanted, to do what I saw or read. I never had fantasies or imagined situations with children, I only knew those videos that I saw and that's it.I never had a wish or fantasy for something so gross, so I really don't understand WHY I did or saw that.

    Right now, i'm 22 years old. I have learned my lesson. I have now babies cousins (I call them nieces and nephews, it's a tradition thing in my family, people from latin families will know what i'm saying). And if anyone tried to harm, abuse or even worse r**e them, i would kill them with my bare hand without no doubt. They're my light, my hope on being a better aunt for them. I love them with ALL my heart, and for some reason, they love me too. My neighbor had a baby a year ago, and he is the most adorable child. I love him immensely, he usually comes to play in our apartment, my parents love him too, mom often jokes that he is his grandson, while my sister or I give him a real one. Sometimes I wonder, how can he, all innocent, love me? He looks for me to play, to put him to sleep, and he just loves me. They have always said that children because of their innocence can perceive bad vibes, if I am really a bad and despicable person, shouldn't he try to get away from me? He, and my other cousins, nephews, nieces and even neighbors, are the reason why I want to improve.

    I worked as an assistant in a rent bouncing castle and park for children. Especifically with kids under 5. And i NEVER though of them s*xually or anything like that. In fact i was like really mother bear on them, taking care of them like my own. So, my question is, if i DON'T feel any kind of attraction or anything, WHY DID I DO WHAT I DID?

    All those videos, books, fanfictions, are blocked, deleted, both physically and in the process of being mentally too. I don't want evidence or residue from this filthy stage in my life. Those incidents, those sins that although they were few and not very frequent, have an impact the size of an atomic bomb in me. The day I had that last relapse, I prayed and begged God and Mother Mary, like a daughter to her father and mother, to help me get over this, I promised and swore with pain in my heart and tears in my eyes, to NEVER ..(continue confession)

  • In the eighth grade the brother of one of my classmates drove me home from school. We talked in the car and he asked me if anyone had touched my pussy. Up to that moment no boy or man had ever mentioned my privates, much less used the word pussy with me. He asked if I had lots of pubes because girls with a lot of hair had lots of pubes. He wanted to know if I had ever touched a dick.

    We did not go straight home, we drove to dirt road outside of town and drove behind some trees. He told me that it was a spot where some kids went to make out. He helped me get my shirt open and my bra off. He sucked in my tits while he grabbed me between the legs. He undid my pants and helped me slip my pants down. He looked for a minute and mentioned that I had lots of pubes and whether other girls in my class had lots of pubes.

    His finger went in up to his hand, I told him I liked it but I really didn't. He undid his pants, his dick was hard and it felt good in my hand. He kissed me and showed me how to stroke him. I think he asked me if I wanted to fuck. He started to push my pants off. Then my panties and he felt me up real good my legs being wide open.

    We couldn't fuck in the front seat so we climbed over the back of the front seat, he got on top of me, between my legs, his dick slid into me. Every time I was kissed I liked it, I guess he came and he pulled out. He didn't come outside of me.

    We got dressed and we drove home. In the car he kept his hand on my hand. When we got home he had me write my phone number on a piece of paper.

    That afternoon I fell in love.