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Gay Confessions
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Bi-Sexual Male / 35
At a time when I was at my lowest ebb in life, I found myself again through sex I never ever thought I'd indulge in. I was homeless, beaten and without a friendly face to turn to.
Finding my wife in bed with two other men, was the start of my spiral into loss, hurt and self loathing. We were soon divorced, and not long after witnessing her taking a cock up her pussy and deep inside her arsehole, I lost my job too. Things soon began to get out of hand and I found myself sleeping on a friends couch. Only he and his wife were having marital problems also, so I basically began to sleep rough.
The city was a relatively good place to find food and to beg for money, but it was unsafe at night. Beaten up once already for not giving up my sleeping place to another vagrant, I was then severely beaten up by a group of pissed up men out on one of the stag do's. The following day after leaving A&E, by pure chance I came across a tent and a few other things in the back of a pick up truck. I stole them I'm now ashamed to say, but it gave me the opportunity to sleep elsewhere.
Not too far outside of the city, there is a trail that leads into the countryside. I found a place, a clearing where I could pitch the tent in thick woodland. Commuting almost into the city during the day, I slept at night in my refuge. Doing this for nearly a month, I was walking back to my hideaway in torrential rain. Thinking no one would be venturing out in the weather, I didn't as I usually did, remain vigilant and it cost me.
Two men had followed me with one thing on their minds, having fun with my mouth and arsehole. Getting to within around three hundred yards from my tent, and just about to skirt past a fallen tree I always rounded, I was jumped on from behind. Before I knew it, I was struck, tripped and slammed into the tree. In a matter of seconds it seemed with the rain still falling hard, I was stripped naked.
Feeling a hot finger enter my arsehole for the first time will stay with me forever. I tried to fight back, but I was too weak and cold to offer anything in the way of meaningful resistance. My arms were then pinned and held straight up and out over the tree trunk. Looking into the face of the younger man, I had my arsehole plunged into by the second.
You can take any analogy (Appropriate phrase), or any description you want from any gay first time sexual encounter. Mine was from the first thrust totally and utterly thrilling. I'm not sure why or what happened to my body, but right from the his first push into into my body, I felt only sheer sexual exhilaration. My arsehole opened up and just accepted his cock. It also began to send waves of pleasure right throughout my body and I was soon pleading with him to fuck me. Some who I've spoken to recently have said it's because it was my first human contact for a long long time. Some say I was always "Naturally" gay. But I myself put it down to totally giving in. I relaxed to the point it no longer mattered to me what they did with me. I was there's and they and I knew it.
Noticing my cries of pleasure and want, he began to fuck me much more forcibly. Pulling me onto his dick making my body shake with absolute lust. Telling me I was a dirty bastard and that I should be wiped from the earth, I let my emotions clear and told him to shut the fuck up and fuck me. The man holding my arms laughed, rleased my arms and dropped his trousers, pushing my head down he offered me his cock and I greedily accepted his warmth into my mouth.
There is no answer to why I became so sexualised that evening. All I know is for nearly an hour I became a human fuck hole for two men who took turns to have me suck on their cocks and then to fuck me. Once they'd both cum inside my arsehole, they had me suck on the dicks all over again. We were all soaking wet, but by then it didn't matter to any of us. They'd stripped too and I felt for the first time in a long time, human. I felt wanted and I also felt strangely attracted to them.
Getting the larger man to lay on the leaf coverd floor, I mounted his cock and took hold of his friends. Sucking it in I bounced up and down and was soon reaching my first orgasm. When I came I shot my load all over the chest of the man who I was fucking, and he couldn't have been more exstatic. Thrusting harder into my bowels, I first felt the man fucking my face cum flooding my mouth, then felt a torrent of cum fly up my arsehole as I sank right down.
They were both spent, but my cock had remained hard. Not asking for it or expecting it, the smaller younger man went down on me. I was by then leaning onto the fallen tree trunk, and I stood with my knees shaking the whole time he devoured my cock. Telling him I was about to cum, he carried on sucking me until my cock let go and I was cumming down his throat.
Given my clothing back, they both apologised for hitting me and then as quick as I'd known they were there, they were gone. I didn't know their names, who they were or why they'd picked me. What I did know is, I'd enjoyed everything we'd done together and knew I'd want more.
Over the next month I found out about, and then met another homeless man. He was older than me by at least ten years. And like me he wasn't overly fine with being in the city at night. Risking my hideout, I let him accompany me to it one night knowing we were going there for sex. We spent a whole night inside my tent having some of the most erotic sex I've ever had. It was him who I first kissed and it was him who helped me back into the life I have today.
His life mirroed mine to some degree, and we found as a couple, as two like minded men we were safer, more able to cope with being homeless. We didn't drink unlike many many homeless people we knew. and we didn't brutalise others to get what we needed either.
Through his power of self belief, we both got jobs in a warehouse and soon my life turned back around. The tent which I still own to this day, was stored in my new flat and my older gay lover moved in, but only for a year. He moved back to his native city after an argument over a female colleague of ours who wanted to date me. He wasn't really bothered by then, but I suppose it gave him the reason to leave. My colleague who I started a relationship with, became my second wife and we now live comfortably in our home. She knows everything about my life, with me not leaving out anything in my response to her wanting to know.
And because of our honesty we've become amazingly close and true with each other. In life you sometimes lose hope, but life has a funny way of giving back to those who truly realise what and who they are.
Finding my wife in bed with two other men, was the start of my spiral into loss, hurt and self loathing. We were soon divorced, and not long after witnessing her taking a cock up her pussy and deep inside her arsehole, I lost my job too. Things soon began to get out of hand and I found myself sleeping on a friends couch. Only he and his wife were having marital problems also, so I basically began to sleep rough.
The city was a relatively good place to find food and to beg for money, but it was unsafe at night. Beaten up once already for not giving up my sleeping place to another vagrant, I was then severely beaten up by a group of pissed up men out on one of the stag do's. The following day after leaving A&E, by pure chance I came across a tent and a few other things in the back of a pick up truck. I stole them I'm now ashamed to say, but it gave me the opportunity to sleep elsewhere.
Not too far outside of the city, there is a trail that leads into the countryside. I found a place, a clearing where I could pitch the tent in thick woodland. Commuting almost into the city during the day, I slept at night in my refuge. Doing this for nearly a month, I was walking back to my hideaway in torrential rain. Thinking no one would be venturing out in the weather, I didn't as I usually did, remain vigilant and it cost me.
Two men had followed me with one thing on their minds, having fun with my mouth and arsehole. Getting to within around three hundred yards from my tent, and just about to skirt past a fallen tree I always rounded, I was jumped on from behind. Before I knew it, I was struck, tripped and slammed into the tree. In a matter of seconds it seemed with the rain still falling hard, I was stripped naked.
Feeling a hot finger enter my arsehole for the first time will stay with me forever. I tried to fight back, but I was too weak and cold to offer anything in the way of meaningful resistance. My arms were then pinned and held straight up and out over the tree trunk. Looking into the face of the younger man, I had my arsehole plunged into by the second.
You can take any analogy (Appropriate phrase), or any description you want from any gay first time sexual encounter. Mine was from the first thrust totally and utterly thrilling. I'm not sure why or what happened to my body, but right from the his first push into into my body, I felt only sheer sexual exhilaration. My arsehole opened up and just accepted his cock. It also began to send waves of pleasure right throughout my body and I was soon pleading with him to fuck me. Some who I've spoken to recently have said it's because it was my first human contact for a long long time. Some say I was always "Naturally" gay. But I myself put it down to totally giving in. I relaxed to the point it no longer mattered to me what they did with me. I was there's and they and I knew it.
Noticing my cries of pleasure and want, he began to fuck me much more forcibly. Pulling me onto his dick making my body shake with absolute lust. Telling me I was a dirty bastard and that I should be wiped from the earth, I let my emotions clear and told him to shut the fuck up and fuck me. The man holding my arms laughed, rleased my arms and dropped his trousers, pushing my head down he offered me his cock and I greedily accepted his warmth into my mouth.
There is no answer to why I became so sexualised that evening. All I know is for nearly an hour I became a human fuck hole for two men who took turns to have me suck on their cocks and then to fuck me. Once they'd both cum inside my arsehole, they had me suck on the dicks all over again. We were all soaking wet, but by then it didn't matter to any of us. They'd stripped too and I felt for the first time in a long time, human. I felt wanted and I also felt strangely attracted to them.
Getting the larger man to lay on the leaf coverd floor, I mounted his cock and took hold of his friends. Sucking it in I bounced up and down and was soon reaching my first orgasm. When I came I shot my load all over the chest of the man who I was fucking, and he couldn't have been more exstatic. Thrusting harder into my bowels, I first felt the man fucking my face cum flooding my mouth, then felt a torrent of cum fly up my arsehole as I sank right down.
They were both spent, but my cock had remained hard. Not asking for it or expecting it, the smaller younger man went down on me. I was by then leaning onto the fallen tree trunk, and I stood with my knees shaking the whole time he devoured my cock. Telling him I was about to cum, he carried on sucking me until my cock let go and I was cumming down his throat.
Given my clothing back, they both apologised for hitting me and then as quick as I'd known they were there, they were gone. I didn't know their names, who they were or why they'd picked me. What I did know is, I'd enjoyed everything we'd done together and knew I'd want more.
Over the next month I found out about, and then met another homeless man. He was older than me by at least ten years. And like me he wasn't overly fine with being in the city at night. Risking my hideout, I let him accompany me to it one night knowing we were going there for sex. We spent a whole night inside my tent having some of the most erotic sex I've ever had. It was him who I first kissed and it was him who helped me back into the life I have today.
His life mirroed mine to some degree, and we found as a couple, as two like minded men we were safer, more able to cope with being homeless. We didn't drink unlike many many homeless people we knew. and we didn't brutalise others to get what we needed either.
Through his power of self belief, we both got jobs in a warehouse and soon my life turned back around. The tent which I still own to this day, was stored in my new flat and my older gay lover moved in, but only for a year. He moved back to his native city after an argument over a female colleague of ours who wanted to date me. He wasn't really bothered by then, but I suppose it gave him the reason to leave. My colleague who I started a relationship with, became my second wife and we now live comfortably in our home. She knows everything about my life, with me not leaving out anything in my response to her wanting to know.
And because of our honesty we've become amazingly close and true with each other. In life you sometimes lose hope, but life has a funny way of giving back to those who truly realise what and who they are.
