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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.

- Childhood Confessions -
Straight Male / 34

When I was younger I had a male-affair with a friend. It wasn't like either of us was gay or felt attracted to other boys instead of to girls. It was just that we discovered that a friendship could include romantic expressions and thatthis was very enjoyable. Our affair contined the whole time that we were in high school.
My parnets were divorced so it was just my mom and me, and we were close and always had a very good mother-son relationship. She susptced that there was something going on between me and my friend, although she was very open-minded and understanding and had no problem with that. She would sometimes tease me and make remarks about the two of having our clothes back on by the time she came home.
He and I did have sex, and quite often and we throughly enjoyed this. Nobody aside from my mom ever knew, of course, and neither of us never became gay. But now looking back I am very glad that I got to have this experience and I have very fond memories of those times.
Personally I think that there is far too much pressure and wrong thinking about this whole gay issue, and that really it is quite nomral for two boys - or two gilrs - to enjoy having a close and even sexual side to their friendship if they feel like it and without any harm or consequence. Perhaps one day people will be able to just be opne about such things without pointing fingers and labeling either way.

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# 45553 - by Anonymous
    • - Childhood Confessions -
    Straight Male / 49

    When I was about 12 years old I was out riding my bicycle and went to an area where I hadn't been before. I see a few men there all who are naked. It was surprise seeing them and they did see me there but didn't make any effort to cover up. I stayed and looked for awhile before I left. The next day I go back and once again they are there and are naked. I made it my regular destination when going for bicycle rides. After about a week I decided to try going nude myself. I took all my clothes off and was just like all the men there. I don't know if it was me going nude and them thinking I was OK with nudity that I began to see them masturbating in full view of me. I probably shouldn't have but I decided to masturbate too in full view of them. It became the norm with me going there and they invited me to sit with them. This happened regularly during the summer until I had to go back to school and the men no longer showed up.

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    # 45542 - by Anonymous
    - Childhood Confessions -
    Straight Male / 53

    My childhood friend and I talk about the 'long walk home'. We were not of age to have been left alone at the fair. We were supposed to be picked up later around nine at the front entrance but we got bored and left early deciding to walk back to my grandmother's house which was the closest house. Still it was a couple of miles so we took the short cut which went across this empty land between the railroad and the town, but on the other side was my grandmother's subdivision.

    At the railroad, when we crossed over we ran into a drifter. He told us to stop and he lowered his pants and started to masturbate. We wanted to leave but he told us we had to watch. His penis got hard and he pumped back and forth we stood there like zombies watching his penis as it got bigger and bigger. Then it got real big and started to spit out this gunk, spit after spit until he stopped spitting out of his penis. He asked us to come over and touch his penis. When we stepped forward he took my hand and put it on his penis and told me to wrap my fingers around it and pull on it. To milk it like you milk a cow. Then he had my friend hold his penis. Then he offered to grab ours. We should have run but we didn't.

    He jerked on me for a couple of minutes and my penis got hard and he leaned over and sucked on it for a couple of minutes asking me how I liked it. I liked it a lot and he jerked on me while he sucked me and he got me to spit out my junk. He said it tasted really good and he wanted some more so my he jerked off my friend and sucked him until he also shot out his junk and he tasted it. He took us into the shrubs to this small camp that he had and he rubbed my butt with his hand and asked me if I liked that and then put his hand into my pants until he found my hole with his middle finger and holding me hard against him fingered me for a real long time while my friend watched. He offered my friend but he said no and then he asked us to touch his penis again which we did and to jerk him off again. We both sucked his penis really hard like we were going to suck his stuff out of him but in the end we managed to give him a second time but it was a whole lot less junk than the first time.

    We left him and walked back to the fair and stood out in front of the entrance and waited for my mother to pick us up. For all these years my friend and I talk about that night as the 'long walk home', which is what we said to ourselves when we first agreed to walk to my grandmother's house.

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    # 45537 - by Anonymous
    • - Childhood Confessions -
    Straight Female / 50

    My mother worked at a car dealership, she was a single mom 34 and more or less OK to look at, but she had a hard thing about her and she didn't have a boyfriend. I was 16 and going through all that stuff. The head of the maintenance department had a thing for my mom and she complained about him all the time. More than once he had tried to get into her pants and she kept herself on the other side of the table whenever they were in a room together.

    So it was Saturday and a friend of mine and I went to see Jaws for the first time. We were in line, it was such a hot movie that people stood in line for a couple of hours to get in. The man from the dealership bought his ticket and saw me in line and asked to break in. He just broke in and told the people in the line that I was his daughter. In the movie he sat beside me and bought us popcorn and drinks and when the movie started he took my hand and he just wouldn't let it go. My friend kept hitting my shoulder asking what the deal was and all I could do was shrug. As the movie went on and the scary parts happened I grabbed onto his forearm. When we left the theater his arm was gashed and bleeding where I had stuck my fingernails into him.

    He took me to the little boy's room and told the guy in there to leave and he locked the door (it was my first time in a boy's bathroom and the first time I saw a urinal, which is a whole different story) and he had me wash his arm with soap and water and dry it with the towel (in those days there weren't paper towels or hand blowers, just a towel on a roller). After I had finished doing what he told me he said he wanted a kiss, and not a stupid girl kiss, he wanted a real kiss and he grabbed me and took my behind into his hands and pressed me up against him and kissed me on the mouth. After a minute or two he released me a little and used one free hand to grab my boobs and tell me that as far as he was concerned I was all woman and I was ready. Ready for what? He turned me around and told me to hold onto the sink got my pants down and he screwed me on my tiptoes.

    Well that was the way you lost your virginity in those days, some girls lost it in the back of the car, or under the bleachers, or out behind the basketball court, and I lost it in the boy's bathroom at the movie theater. To me it was glorious, it was so glorious that the first thing I told my girlfriend when I walked out of the boy's bathroom is that I had lost my cherry. She wasn't good at secrets and one person to another it wasn't long before the word got back to my mother. When she confronted me with it I had to confess who it was. Well that was the end of it. Except for one detail, he could have her fired, so she kept her mouth shut. But from then on when he grabbed onto her she let him, when he pushed over the table in his office she let him, when he came to the house for dinner which she now fixed for him and he took her back into the bedroom she let him. Anything for him not to go after me again.

    He never grabbed me like that again, but he sure wanted to. He would call me over to talk to me and he would send his eyes up and down me, stop at my chest and stop at my crotch. He liked my crotch because he looked at my crotch all the time. If my mother caught him she would slap him and tell him to look at her. As for me, I liked him looking at me like that and did everything I could to give him something to look at.

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    # 45535 - by Anonymous
    - Childhood Confessions -
    Lesbian Female / 48

    As they say I was born and spent the first ten years of my life on the other side of the tracks. One by one my older sisters when they got to the eighth and ninth grades got pregnant and dropped out. When my 13 year old sister got pregnant the school nurse pushed it with Protective Services and they came and found out my stepfather was the father, and that two of my other sisters also had a kid with him. This was nothing new in the house. I didn't get pregnant probably because I was too young.

    My stepfather got 20 to life, my mother was deemed unfit and we were split up, the two older kids went on to live in our house working and finding men to live with them, but the three under 18s got split up into foster care. That is how I ended up on the white side of the tracks living with a nurse and her engineer husband. They had four daughters of their own and all the girls surrounded me and I was in girl heaven. I got food and clothes and went to school and after three years I was just one more girl there, except my hair was black, my eyes were black and my hair down there was black, all the other girls had blue eyes, blonde hair and light brown hair down there. What was curious at that age was how we compared our hair down there, theirs was so soft, curly and soft and mine was thick and very black and curly. Under my pubes I was also very dark, my skin was otherwise light tan, but my girl parts were very dark both on the outside and the inside and I had very dark skin between my butt cheeks. We checked, we examined each other very carefully. Under my tits I had dark skin too and they had smaller tits with mostly pink nipples. My older house sister liked my brown tits and nipples and she played with them when we were watching television and she liked to suck on them before we went to bed. It was much later that we actually kissed, she was a senior and I was junior. But once we kissed we kissed and went all the way. I was just taken with how white her pussy was and how pink she was inside.

    After college I went to work for a large employer in our town and I started out in HR. The Director was a dark woman in her late thirties and she was all blood and guts, she loved getting people in trouble for the slightest violation of the rules. She liked me and it was obvious all the way around and I was warned that she was a butch dyke and she wanted me. Well I wasn't into butch dykes, and I had my 'sister' and we got along quite fine. The Director made a pass at me at a happy hour, and she tried to kiss me and I told her she was way out of line, that I had a girlfriend and she was not my type. I lost my job in a reduction in force two months later.

    Then I heard that my stepfather had died in prison. My sisters wanted a funeral for him and I took my sister/lover with me for someone to lean on. She was the only fair skinned one there, her blonde hair and blue eyes stood out in the funeral parlor and she was very uncomfortable. That night after the visitation I came out to my blood sisters and we talked about how we had sex with my stepfather. Of course that meant that we were all perverts, maybe we were but we all lived together in this small house and he was the only man and you wanted to be with him, from my mom and down the line. All I can say is that was how we lived in the hood.

    I got other jobs and now I work for an advertising agency and they like my work. My sister/lover and I have had many ups and downs, mostly about how we should live, she is white all around and I feel that she is very small minded about my blood sisters and how it was for us when I was living at home. She will never understand. We were never unhappy, we were poor. Sex for us was just something you did when you got old enough. You talked about it with the other girls when you met them at the laundromat, everyone knew who was having sex with who. when you started and who was made pregnant by who. And we knew who was kissing another girl. No secrets in the hood. We didn't have TV.

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    # 45524 - by Anonymous
    • - Childhood Confessions -
    Straight Male / 41

    I kind of laugh about this now but years ago when I was between 9 and 12 or maybe even up to 13, I was intentionally humiliated by my legal guardian and her kids. My mom and dad were never married and separated when I was a toddler. My mom and one of her boyfriends I have never met got arrested for stealing credit cards and drug distribution. My moms best friend Rachael became my legal guardian and I was stuck in her house for almost 4 years. My mom got me back but it took a couple months after she was paroled. Rachael's kids were Linda, Brian, and Erin and they were all teenage but Erin might have been 12 when I first moved in. I admit I was no angel and probably a brat and Rachael wasn't the type to put up with it. I'm not sure what I did but Rachael grabbed me, pushed me over the back of the chair, pulled down my pants and underwear and spanked the hell out of me. I didn't notice at first but she did it in front of Linda and Brian. Over the next 3 plus years not only Racheal but Brian, Linda and Erin purposely intimidated me and caused me extreme embarrassment and humiliation. Rachael often smacked her kids but I never remember her ever spanking them. Linda was the oldest so when Rachael was out or at work she was just as obnoxious as her mother. At first it was only Linda but eventually both of the girls would barge into the bathroom as I showered or was going to the bathroom. There were times Brian would pull my pants down and other times he would strip me naked in front of his sisters and hold me down for a long time or tie me outside. He did this often and many times when other girlfriends of his sisters were there. He not only did that but many times pushed me out into the yard naked and lock the door. The girls would just make fun of me and Linda would often smack my bare butt and tell me how tiny my penis was.

    When my mom was able to get me back we moved to my grandma's house in Delaware. I have only seen Rachael and her kids twice since then both times at funerals one of which my grandma. I barely spoke to them when I did see them remembering the misery they put me through. I've been married for 12 years, have a great wife and 2 fantastic kids. I haven't seen my mother in more than 3 years and haven't seen my father since I think about 3 or 4 years old. The last time I saw Rachael she looked like death warmed over. And Linda has turned out to be a fat slob. Brian is a drunk and the only one that turned out good is Erin who is a nurse. When I think back about it now I actually laugh sometimes and have told my wife just about all of it. To them it was a big joke seeing me naked as much as they did and I doubt they ever cared how embarrassing it was for me. I can remember 2 times when Rachael spanked me naked and so many times when Brian stripped me. There were times he tied me naked to my bed and I'm not sure how many times he tied me naked to the back porch with the girls and some of their friends there. It was so humiliating I was in tears most of the time and they just didn't care. When I saw Brian at my grandma's funeral I thought about beating the crap out of him. I just ignored all of them instead as did my wife.

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