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This is the space where you can share your deepest, darkest, and most embarrassing misadventures without judgment. Have you ever found yourself in a cringe-worthy situation that you couldn’t shake off? Perhaps you got caught checking out your boss's wife, or you accidentally sent a sext to your mom instead of your girlfriend. Maybe you were the guy who couldn't hold his liquor at the office party, or you clogged the toilet at your date's house.

We understand that being a man comes with its own set of unique challenges, triumphs, and mishaps. From awkward boners at the most inconvenient times to embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions, we've been there. This is your opportunity to share your stories of masculinity in all its glory, from the hilarious to the humiliating. So go ahead, confess your secrets and release your burdens. The community is here to support (or laugh at) you bro, no matter how wild or embarrassi

I went to the local glory holes the day before Thanksgiving, looking for an early feast! It was one of those days, nobody there wanted to be sucked, everybody wanted to suck. Oh well, I dropped trousers and hung it through a hole only half stiff. In no time at all he had me at full staff and he sucked me so hard and good that I felt like my knees were going to buckle when I came. And I didn't realize it until afterward that he had sucked me so hard that my knob hurt for over a week!
He really set the bar high, something I will aspire to in the future. I wished him a Happy Thanksgiving and was on my way, he was already back on his smart phone! How gay am I?

  • Thirty and tired of living alone I told a girl friend, note a friend that is female not a girlfriend, she could live in my spare bedroom for $300/month. A week later she asked if she could freshen up the place, update it. I did not agree to feminize the place. The shower curtain went first, then the bathroom towels and rugs, followed by some cushions for the couch, and a couple of paintings, and her room went radical feminine, and she got rid of my kitchen pots and pans and replaced them with hers, and the placemats and dishes and candles and she found a nicer bedcover for my room and sheets, and the ferns and she moved the TV away from the center of the living room, and said she liked our place. She said our place.

    She was frank, she moved in to live together not to room together, and she wanted me to see that I didn't have to live like a slob, she wanted me to have a home not a dump, our home. Get married, just dive in. She was OK without a ring, an engagement ring not a wedding band. And a small wedding, nothing big.

    I lied a little, she had been my girlfriend but she had put an end to it and now she was going to get what she wanted. I used my mother's engagement ring, sized down for her. The wedding was in the open at the park, the place took on a whole different look, my leather sofa went out, a stylish sofa moved in. My WRX traded out, a newer used Crosstrek moved in. So did she, she moved in. I never got a month's rent from her.

    This took place once, fairly recently and I already knew of this site so here goes.
    Our men's room at the office is nicely done, clean, and I actually enjoy visiting it
    when needed, instead of dreading it.

    Not long ago I was taking a much needed leak and a fellow my age went to the urinal next
    to me and glanced, which I noticed. He said, "My God your cock is gorgeous. I hope you
    are not offended by my saying so." I just kept pissing. He said, "I would love to suck you off after
    you finish." The man had slightly feminine features and after a few thoughts I thought,
    "why not". He walked with me to the stall with a small door and asked if I would like
    a double with his lover.

    I ended up in the stall with two young guys feasting on my cock and balls until I came
    three times in a row. I found it amazing. I'm not gay or turning gay, just reporting an isolated enjoyable incident here, one that I would not have experienced with closed mind.

  • I work for an international company that wanted to open operations in Russia. I was going back and forth to Moscow and a couple of times to Kiev. I went to St. Petersburg. The common thing I found is that all the women working at the hotels were stunning, 23 and stunning. It didn't matter how you started a conversation they wanted to be in a conversation. I told this one girl I was rich she pestered me in my room and I told her that I was only interested in girls who liked to be nice to the guests. I got braver and braver asking some of the girls out, but that wouldn't happen. I told this one girl flat out that I would give just about anything to have her in my room.

    A guy I was working with, he is a lawyer from Germany told me that they only responded to one thing, offer to marry them. I met this one girl, she worked as the hostess at breakfast in the main dining room. Stunning, jet black hair, clear blue eyes, perfect face and body, petite but not too small. I talked to her while she sat me in the restaurant, I asked her to call me by my name. I told her I was divorced and I was looking for a wife and that I could support her and she could have kids, for me it was better if she had kids. One week and I asked her point blank to marry me and get the hell out of Russia and come live with me in Denver.

    It took a lot of work to get the marriage license set up and my friend the German lawyer helped with his contacts. Six weeks after I first met her at the hostess stand she married me and we got her exit visa and she is living with me in Denver. She has a one year old boy now. She is a good housekeeper, much better than a lot of people I know. She learned to drive and she has made friends with my mother and my sister. Because of the age difference I thought there would be lots of problems, she doesn't bother me with things she either calls my mother or my sister for help. When I come home she is always very presentable, like I said she is a natural stunner, and my new boy is always clean and dressed, she's maybe a bit of a disciplinarian. I get a hello, a hug and a kiss and she tells me about her day, what she learned new, how the boy is doing. In the these years that she has been with me not once has she complained, my first wife complained from the day I married her.

    I didn't find her to be some savant in the bedroom, to the contrary she was very reserved and it has taken her some time to open up. She allows oral sex but she isn't one to engage in oral sex. It is mostly plain vanilla sex, but with lots of hugging and talking and playing. She is very playful and she likes me to tell her stories and that she is pretty. I thought that these girls were very experienced but it turns out that most are just like my new wife, they come from families that put girls on a pedestal and are overprotective. Who can prove such a thing, but today I am pretty or very sure that she was totally inexperienced when we got married.

    One last thing, she is far more responsible about money than my first wife ever was. She has meticulous bookkeeping, she knows where every penny is, where it is going and how much she needs to save to manage the expenses. Maybe I hit the jackpot, her mother is a physician and her father is a University professor of Mathematics, both very intellectual but they do not speak English. Neither was in favor of her getting married and moving away. I told her that as long as I can afford it she can go home every year.

    She is 15 years younger than I am, she has a University degree in languages and speaks English and French, as well as Russian. She is smart, between her ears there is lots of brain matter, she surprises me continuously with what she learns and how fast she assimilates it. Putting it simply she is not a dummy. By the way, that girl I told that I was rich, that's a lie. I have a good job, I earn very good money and I have degrees in Mechanical Engineering and an MBA. I am head of sales for the former Eastern block countries and my wife is critical in helping me understand the lay of the land and how to deal with my counterparts over there. One in a million? Maybe, but after working over there and going back and forth I doubt it. There are girls over there who are willing to be the best possible wife, if only they can get out and find freedom over here. It's not visible, but there is still an Iron Curtain.

    I went hunting with some customers and at night the conversation turned to who, where, when, what did you do. All the talk about guys hunting pussy, it seems that all the girls were easy targets, just point and shoot and they bagged some pussy for the night. I didn't talk and said that I had not been that lucky, the girls in school were prudes and to my knowledge nothing like that happened while I was in high school.

    What I didn't tell them is that I was on the golf team, and I was the favorite of the Golf coach. The number of times that I held his wet cock in my hand and jerked him off, the number of times that I took his hard cock and swallowed him, the number of times that after he had lubed me up I bent over the desk in the Coach's office. I was his favorite and I never hung around the guys chasing pussy, and I didn't believe them anyway. I was a jock and I could have had my turn with a cheerleader or a girl on the kick team, but I never wanted pussy. I am a cock guy, through and through, I couldn't care less about pussy. But I didn't tell them I am a cock guy, it tends to ruin the comradeship of the evening at the lodge.

  • Ok here goes I use to get fucked since I was 7 so it's always been natural and teens would have me suck them and use my hole to shoot their cum inside me that was my start to enjoying cock and I loved being a full time bottom I didn't want to get into the huggy kissy thing I just wanted cock!!

    So I went through the marriage ,thing with women but when they'd go to work I'd be lubing up and playing with my cock and asshole and shoving vasoline by the tube up my ass then shove packs of hot dogs or hole salami's in there but on horny days I needed cock I had 9 hours to get my fuck on

    I'd go to glory holes strip down and wait for the cocks to poke through the hole they were college boys and white collar executives so I'd get up to 13-14 nice big cocks my jaw was sore and I'd be happy for a couple of days

    I quit getting fucked and it's been real hard so I bought a sex machine it's ok but not the real thing I don't like using a Condon because I like the feeling of the cum shooting In my ass buy with the aids thing coming back the only thing I can do is stay home and bang myself sometimes I wake up with my fingers in my Ass or fall asleep with the machine still fucking me

    Lately I've been going to an adult book store and previewing movies in a large booth I lock the door strip down take the towel I hAve wrapped around my leg taped lay on the couch take the anal eaze out of my sock start watching porn both straight and gay take the big 12 inch dildo and fuck myself and stare at nice cocks luck my hand get dressed and drive home

    Also had a great female friend and let me try a horse but I got greedy and tried the whole thing so that was it but still watched her so I'm in a delema don't know what to do
    Thanks for reading and would like advise thank you