Coming Out | Anonymous Confessions

Coming out of the closet is never an easy thing to do. Whether you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, chipmunk, or questioning, this is the space to share your story. Have you been hiding your true self from your family and friends? Are you ready to take the plunge and be true to yourself?

Share the emotions you've been feeling and the struggles you've faced. Did you have a positive experience when coming out, or did it go horribly wrong? Was it a gradual process, or did you come out all at once? Who was the first person you told, and how did they react?

This is a safe and supportive space to share your journey, and to offer support and encouragement to others who may be struggling with their own identity.

- Coming Out -

Bi-Sexual Male / 32

I am not gay but I have come out of the closet in many other ways. When I was younger, like a lot of boys, I had fun messing around with some friends. To me it was just fun and I never felt attracted to other boys as such. Then years went by and the opportunity to do something lke that again never came up.

Two years ago I ended a long term relationship with a girl. Naturally I was pretty depressed about this, and not at all eager to get into another relationship. Then, by chance, a guy my own age and unmarried who lives in my apartment building that I sort f knew, got to talking and being friendly. That was howit started. Then after a couple of weeks one day he confessed how horny he was feeling, and I said that I was too, and he suggested that we jack off together. Ordinarily I probably would hve decline, but it sounded like fun. So we went into his place and got naked and we jacked off together. It was exciting and pleasingly male doing that together. So we did this a few more times, and became more adventurous and we jacked each other off. Well, that was great.
Feeling increasingly adventurous we tried having oral sex and actually gave each other a blow job. We did this several times together and finally we decided to try having anal sex. It was amazing being that open and adventurous!
Since that time I have found several other guys who are like myself, not gay, but who enjoy having some discrete male fun. At first I was very self-conscious about liking this as much as I did. Then I finally figured, what the hell? That it was up to me to do whatever I liked and who cares if somebody else doesn't. Now I have started to think of myself as being quite actively bisexual and I have never enjoyed life more!

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# 45781 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Straight Male / 45

Iv never admitted to anyone, that when i was 35 and happily married i let this young guy suck my cock while we were on a 2 day course in another area. It was quite an experience to have this youngster down on my cock obviously enjoying having my cock in his mouth.I never tried to get as much of my cock in his mouth as possible as he was in full control licking,sucking and taking as much of my cock as he wanted until i just lost it at the end and had to thrust deep in as i come.It felt a bit strange afterwards as he did not want to stop sucking at my cock but a few hours later he was back down it again.I was way out of my comfort zone but while he was down on my cock i did not care and even got a kick out of how much he wanted it.I thought this was a one of but over the year that followed i myself started glancing at the bulge some youngsters get in there jeans and started to wonder why i was even looking .A friend of mine who i knew was Bi but did not know what id done said i hate these judgemental people who think you must be weak, no good with women or take it up the butt if you stray from the straight and narrow path.I came close to telling him what id done and the bloody thoughts nagging me but i knew id never be able to face him again no matter how much i trusted him. I must have let my interest in this young man bulge show a bit to much as he had no trouble hanging back in while i sat back on a toilet seat and took his cock stopping every time i heard a noise but he did come and i went of knowing i could not handle getting caught in some dirty toilet and feeling very guilty. Over the next year i learned people rarely show any sighs that they would let you suck there cock or suck yours and yet 1 then 2 together really gave my mouth what it craved for and all though the 2 youngsters went of laughing after taking turns twice i knew id never have to see them again and id come doing it,The final lad was regular and when he left i was 37 and lost all interest what so ever

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# 45739 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Bi-Sexual Male / 46

I kicked down the doors to the closet. I'm now fully exposed as a cock sucking anal slut. My pictures sucking cocks and being fucked are all over the internet. I don't regret it a bit. It will be good when all my friends know I'm a cum dump. Here is my profile from Hampster

Go to Hampster, search for Friesbaconnekkid. Check my photos. My name is Ric Carter, from Somers, Montana. I'm proud to help keep men's cocks drained. rcriccarter at g mail if you want to fuck me or have your cock sucked.

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# 45704 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Gay Male / 21

I'm 21 and I've had a relationship with a former coworker for about 2 years. His name is Martin and he is now 62.
When we met, we became quick friends. He is a fatherly/grandfatherly type, that I didnt have growing up, who took
me under his wing and showed me the ropes around the job site.
When I made mistakes he never got angry, he simply showed me where my mistake was and how to do the task properly. Sometimes it was in the form of a stern lecture or a
"timeout" as he called it so that I could "get my dam head straight"
before moving on to the next job. Haha...
After several months we became pretty familiar with each other. I was barely 20 at the time, had
gone to community college after high school, still lived at home with my mom and this was my first
job. He in turn, had worked for our current employer for almost 40 years and was soon to retire. Martin had been married once with
a son that was now in his mid 30's but had gotten divorced shortly after he was born. He has lived alone since but enjoys having friends and neighbors over to watch sports and backyard barbecues.
At the time I hadn't really come to terms with my sexual
orientation. I was still a virgin and to be honest, I think I suspected from the beginning that Martin was gay but never said anything.
Martin lived fairly close to the job site so it was a easy commute to his home. We started hanging out after work at his house a few times a week. He would fire up his grill and throw steaks or burgers on and invite others over. Even
though I wasn't 21 yet he would hand me beers when passing them around to others. I would drink a few but not enough to impair me from driving the hour commute back to my moms house. He had interesting friends and neighbors.
The gatherings were fairly intergenerational although i was still always the youngest to attend.
Martin has an older but well cared for home. It's no mansion but it has 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms.
One bedroom is a playroom for when his grandchildren come over and the others are his and a guest room. It's a nice place.
One Friday morning Martin came to work and told me that he wanted to have an impromptu birthday
barbecue for his son after work and asked for my help with the set up and cooking. Of course I agreed. No big deal.
It was a fairly large gathering. I met his son and his wife and Martins two grandsons. Nice
people. But I sensed an awkwardness that at the time I couldn't figure out.
After everyone had left and we had cleaned up, it was late and I had a few beers but figured I was fine to drive. Martin wouldn't have it
and besides there was still more beer to drink and he has a guest room.
To be honest, I dont really recall how it started. I dont even really recall the details of our conversation. It was probably a
combination of alcohol and tiredness, Martin returned from a bathroom trip and sat next to me on the couch rather than returning to his recliner. With only a slight drunken slur, he said that the reason he got divorced and
that he lived alone was that he was gay. He told me that he wanted to do something and that if I didnt want or like it that I only needed to tell him no. With that he unbuttoned my pants and slid them down to my knees, took my
penis into his mouth and started to give me my first ever blow job!
Oh my god did it feel good!
He would run his mouth up and down and then swirl his tongue around the head of my erection and from time to time pull off and ask me
if I was ok and liked what he was doing. I could only nod and he would continue. It didnt take long before I orgasmed and squirted semen into his mouth. He opened up his mouth and showed me my cum then swallowed it and chased it
down with a swig of beer.
What the fuck was I doing??
I was on an emotional roller coaster! An older man had just performed oral sex on me and I loved it. I was having an emotional crisis coming to terms
that I was most definitely gay!
That's when Martin told me
something that has been an understanding in our relationship all along. Respect is important, if I dont like what's going on at anytime I can say so and whatever
happens is nobody's business but ours. I felt at ease.
He invited me to his bedroom. He took my hand in his and helped me to my feet. I could stay with him that night or in the guest room. I stepped out of my pants and
underwear that were around my ankles and he led me by my hand to his bed.
I laid back on his king sized bed and he returned his mouth to my now hard penis. After again cumming in his mouth he coached me
to grip his cock. Never had I given a blow job or a hand job to another man. I stroked him and he became semi-aroused but not hard. He placed his hand on my head and guided my mouth to the tip of his penis. He could clearly tell I had
no experience so he talked me through it telling me what felt good and what didnt. I tried to mimic what he had just done with me but he still didn't seem to be getting as hard as I thought he should. I thought I was doing it
wrong. He said I was doing fine and pressed my head back down over penis and I took it back in my mouth. As I sucked on him he softly spoke to me telling me that he had developed E.D some years ago and most times couldn't achieve a productive erection, only this semi-stiff member without Viagra.
He worked my head up and down all the while assuring me that it felt really good and that even though he was semi-stiff he was close to
cumming. When he came I took his load in my mouth, it didnt taste bad... but man, the slimey texture made me gag a little! Martin chuckled a little and said "be a good boy and swallow." I spit it out onto his stomach.
It's taken me lots of time and many blowjobs to get used to the texture but I have. Drinking beer or being flat out inebriated helps. Haha!
I ended up not just spending the night with him but the whole weekend. I called my mom and told
her that we decided to pick up some overtime Saturday and Sunday (a lie) and that I wouldnt be home
until Monday after work.
We spent the weekend hanging out watching movies and grilling in his backyard and exchanging hand and blow jobs. Martin introduced me to anal play when he slipped a lubricated finger into my anus while performing oral on me. He worked his finger in a "come hither" motion massaging my prostate as I dumped my load into his mouth!
It was fucking amazing and I had him do it multiple times over the weekend.
He asked me to top him. He yearned for me to penetrate him. He wanted my virginity.
I was hesitant. This was too much, too fast but he talked to me about it. In that fatherly tone I heard so often at work he spoke reassuringly. He calmed my nerves as he stroked me to an erection and rolled a condom on. Encouraged my ego as he lubricated me and his anus and then lowered himself onto my cock. He winced as it slipped past his sphincter muscle. He rode me for a bit and then rolled us over and repositioned himself under me and held onto his knees. I was on the verge... "dont cum yet, young man".
That was enough to set me off. I shot my load into the condom.
That's how I lost my virginity.
I remember the overwhelmed feeling hitting back.
I had just topped a man 3 times my age.
I fucked him again a few hours later. This time from behind and lasting way longer than before.
I would have ..(continue confession)

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# 45687 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Bi-Sexual Male / 52

I got divorced seven years ago after 36 years of marriage. The reason our marriage fell apart was because our daughter was prostituting herself to buy drugs and my wife would not deal with it. In any event I have been alone since then, I care about my exwife, and I care about my daughter. The truth as hard as it is is that my daughter is a drug dependent prostitute who does not want or accept help to get off drugs. My daughter is now 33 years old.

Going through this hell I looked for help through my Church to no avail, however there I was told to try a support group for parents who have kids on drugs. It was there that I met an ex cop who was able to help me out. He had a sort of experience that I guess you get because you have been to hell and back. One day he told me that I needed to let myself be loved. Another day he told me that I was going to be OK and that maybe what I needed was to get away from it all and he invited me to go fishing. At the fishing shack, after we had a few beers and we talked about our lives and his experiences as a cop and just as matter as fact as you can get he told me he wanted to suck my cock.

We were alone out there at this fishing shack and he was serious and he told me he was a cop but he was also gay and he had fallen for me and what he wanted was to show me and he wanted to start by sucking my cock. He went on that in his experience with me, you started there sucking cock. If the guy liked it well you would go on and on until you kissed. Once you kissed well then that was that and you could get on and just have a nice time together. So, let him suck my cock.

You have to understand, I worked in the steel industry, not as blue collar worker but in sales, but still in steel. His hand on my lap felt bad but good. He didn't take his hand off. Somehow I let him get my pants unzipped and he got my cock out and he sucked it, sure as I was sitting there. I got hard as a rock and he sucked me hard. I kept looking out the window into the darkness trying to ignore what was going on. His hand was working my cock and his mouth was working my cock and when I came I came hard, it had been a long time since I had come like that and he laughed and licked some of it up and told me that I had a nice cock and he liked sucking it.

From then on what do you do, you talk. He told me the whole back story of how he found out he was gay, he was a young guy and another young guy made him suck his cock and that was that. He learned pretty quickly that he was much more of a bottom guy than a top and that he loved to suck cock and loved getting treated to a good fuck. His kiss my mouth caught me by surprise, he grabbed my package hard while he kissed me and asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. There wasn't much ceremony, he got his pants off and stood over me while I sat in the chair and he stroked his cock until he was hard and told me to open my mouth and he would slide it on in.

His cock felt good in my mouth that night and when later on he told me that he wanted to shove his cock up my ass, ha ha, he lubed me up with this clear liquid he had and I took it up the ass like a man. Every last inch of his cop cock up my ass. He kept whispering to me over my shoulder that he was next and he wanted it hard and hot and that's the way it turned out that night. He didn't only kiss me and suck my cock, he fucked me and I fucked him, something I can't say I had ever contemplated in my life.

Cops are funny sort of guys, they are in charge and I guess I became the boyfriend and we continued to see each other and one day he asked me if I didn't think that all along I was a gay mother and that I had missed out on it all my life, because from where he sat he knew that I loved cock and I loved a good fuck. The truth was that I did love cock, I loved sucking his hard cock and I loved having him on my back, much more than me getting on his back, but it is tit for tat.

He told me that I needed to make amends with my daughter to move on, she was a whore and I was cocksucker and I should tell her that, that I sucked cock because I enjoyed it and I had a cop as a boyfriend. Well I didn't quite tell her any of that, I just stopped getting upset about it, and worried more about the drugs than being a whore, after all she was a whore to support her drug habit. It isn't right and I can't help her, but somehow sucking my boyfriend's cock makes it all seem relative. Looking out at the night moon with a cop's cock up your ass makes you think in perspective.

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# 45676 - by Anonymous

- Coming Out -

Bi-Sexual Male / 52

I got divorced seven years ago after 36 years of marriage. The reason our marriage fell apart was because our daughter was prostituting herself to buy drugs and my wife would not deal with it. In any event I have been alone since then, I care about my exwife, and I care about my daughter. The truth as hard as it is is that my daughter is a drug dependent prostitute who does not want or accept help to get off drugs. My daughter is now 33 years old.

Going through this hell I looked for help through my Church to no avail, however there I was told to try a support group for parents who have kids on drugs. It was there that I met an ex cop who was able to help me out. He had a sort of experience that I guess you get because you have been to hell and back. One day he told me that I needed to let myself be loved. Another day he told me that I was going to be OK and that maybe what I needed was to get away from it all and he invited me to go fishing. At the fishing shack, after we had a few beers and we talked about our lives and his experiences as a cop and just as matter as fact as you can get he told me he wanted to suck my cock.

We were alone out there at this fishing shack and he was serious and he told me he was a cop but he was also gay and he had fallen for me and what he wanted was to show me and he wanted to start by sucking my cock. He went on that in his experience with me, you started there sucking cock. If the guy liked it well you would go on and on until you kissed. Once you kissed well then that was that and you could get on and just have a nice time together. So, let him suck my cock.

You have to understand, I worked in the steel industry, not as blue collar worker but in sales, but still in steel. His hand on my lap felt bad but good. He didn't take his hand off. Somehow I let him get my pants unzipped and he got my cock out and he sucked it, sure as I was sitting there. I got hard as a rock and he sucked me hard. I kept looking out the window into the darkness trying to ignore what was going on. His hand was working my cock and his mouth was working my cock and when I came I came hard, it had been a long time since I had come like that and he laughed and licked some of it up and told me that I had a nice cock and he liked sucking it.

From then on what do you do, you talk. He told me the whole back story of how he found out he was gay, he was a young guy and another young guy made him suck his cock and that was that. He learned pretty quickly that he was much more of a bottom guy than a top and that he loved to suck cock and loved getting treated to a good fuck. His kiss my mouth caught me by surprise, he grabbed my package hard while he kissed me and asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. There wasn't much ceremony, he got his pants off and stood over me while I sat in the chair and he stroked his cock until he was hard and told me to open my mouth and he would slide it on in.

His cock felt good in my mouth that night and when later on he told me that he wanted to shove his cock up my ass, ha ha, he lubed me up with this clear liquid he had and I took it up the ass like a man. Every last inch of his cop cock up my ass. He kept whispering to me over my shoulder that he was next and he wanted it hard and hot and that's the way it turned out that night. He didn't only kiss me and suck my cock, he fucked me and I fucked him, something I can't say I had ever contemplated in my life.

Cops are funny sort of guys, they are in charge and I guess I became the boyfriend and we continued to see each other and one day he asked me if I didn't think that all along I was a gay mother and that I had missed out on it all my life, because from where he sat he knew that I loved cock and I loved a good fuck. The truth was that I did love cock, I loved sucking his hard cock and I loved having him on my back, much more than me getting on his back, but it is tit for tat.

He told me that I needed to make amends with my daughter to move on, she was a whore and I was cocksucker and I should tell her that, that I sucked cock because I enjoyed it and I had a cop as a boyfriend. Well I didn't quite tell her any of that, I just stopped getting upset about it, and worried more about the drugs than being a whore, after all she was a whore to support her drug habit. It isn't right and I can't help her, but somehow sucking my boyfriend's cock makes it all seem relative. Looking out at the night moon with a cop's cock up your ass makes you think in perspective.

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