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I will swallow the cum of any guy I go out with. Go to a movie with a guy and get him to cum, if it is during a quiet bit you can have good fun with him. Once a girl in front of us turned round to give us a piece of her mind and she looked right at me and screamed. My date was a bad shot and most of it was on my face, she went hysterical.
I’m 27 years old gay guy …
Never been in relationship …
I consider myself a bottom …
But only had sex 3 times …
I met this guy in an anime app. At first we dont really have the intention to have feelings for each other but it happend and we just accepeted it. We're not offcially a couple yet because we felt like we have to get to know more about each other for a year so were just waitimg for us to reach a year then were offcial. That was our deal but that doesnt exclude us from doing things what normal couples do. Of course, we go on dates, and our families know about each other. Here's what we did one time he came to my house, (disclaimer: we havent had sex yet) it was my aunt's birthday, we're all at the yard having a good time eating and partying. It was a bit late and we both got bored. Mya partner and I went inside the house, knowing that no one is gonna come in for a while, we went inside the bathroom and made out. I dont know why, but im really obessesed when he kiss me hard. I like it when our tongue touches each other. We made out for a while and my surprise he lifted my shirt and bra and starts sucking my nipple. He covered my mouth with his hand so no one would hear us if someone would come inside the house. When we sensed that they might get in eventually, he stopped and kissed me again. It wasnt a quickie but we both enjoyed it.
I am gay and I have fantasized about guys in my school but I’m too scared to come out cause I am from a religious background and am scared of being disowned
I'm so lonely, I really want someone to play with my hair. I'm so thirsty, I want to go down on a cute girl or femboy or trans. Aslong as while I'm going down my hair is played with.
Weird dream I somewhat remember me eating out another woman when my husband walked in on us. And that is all I remember, but I keep thinking about it. And when I do, I end up getting wet and horny. If I am alone, I end up masturbating. I am twenty one, married, and never even thought of another girl. So weird and wrong. What is going on. I cannot make sense of it. A love / hate thing.
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I have a lust. It grows stronger every day and it keeps bugging me.
The endless routine of life is eating me from the inside. Work, Social Life, Family.., It all feels. Well it feels staged. I wanna run away really bad. Leave everything behind i have and go AWOL to a place nobody can find me. A quiet place to die. A deep dark forrest or mountain far away from civilization.
I pass the airport on my way to work every day. Every day i think about booking a flight without return. Dissapearing on a so called "vacation" I would hurt everybody i know. They will look for me. But they wouldnt know i dont want to be found
I used to steal every outside mirror of every BMW I found on my way home after a drunken night.
Now I've got around 30 mirrors at home.
And I'd like to have a BMW myself.
what is so great about mirranda kerr ? I met some kerr's once and they were weirds. mean and angry. now she can smug at everyone. it annoys me that she can get away with it and she needs to let others have a go at life. move on and get a new gig. she's not even that pretty.
I’m DEADPOOL. That’s right, I’m the real Deadpool. No I’m not crazy. I’ll leave a secret code that only those who really know me could figure it out. WMHRSNSCARDCESCAECKAGCFLFWAHACLJ. Only the few who really know me could decipher that.
I started making up characters as a kid. Deadpool started in the 70’s. That’s right. Your getting the real origin of Deadpool.
I had some old comics. In one of them the Shadow fought a Ninja dressed in Red on a sub. My favorites were Cap & the Avengers, & Batman. But I liked this red ninja. So I made me as a super hero named “Red Ninja” when I was really little. In time the character got a much better name.
Over time he got cooler names. I won’t tell you his real name. My real character he became in my 20’s is very similar to Deadpool. I like mine better.
When I nearly died recently I destroyed all my 1,000’s of characters & their back stories. Old drawings. I’d hoped to one day draw my own comics, or let my children. But I’m near death so it’s not going to happen. No one wanted them. So I shredded them. I had to move into a tiny place. I had some way cool stuff though.
Starting in the early to mid 80’s I sent some of my worst characters & some ideas to Marvel Comics. I was going to use the good ones for my own comics. I’m pretty sure I saw one of my characters vaguely in a comic. Very vaguely. Either way I got some No Prizes. Empty envelops. The first one I wrote & said I didn’t get a prize. The prize was no prize, an empty envelope. You just give them ideas for characters; stories. But it becomes their property. You give it away.
Well; somewhere around 1990 or so; while in college, I decided to send Marvel one of my mediocre characters. I kept the best to myself. I was offered an art scholarship, but pursued other stuff.
Please realize I “gave” them the character. Just a rough idea. I did not give them my real character. I honestly don’t even remember what all I wrote in the letter.
In no way am I claiming anything beyond a rough idea. They apparently took a vague idea & made something cool out of it. So the character is completely theirs. I merely gave them a seed to plant & grow. Im not even certain they used my idea. The visual; mannerisms, & name make me convinced they did. Either way; I gave it away for fun, so who cares.
Around this time I was still collecting comics; but I stopped. That’s why I mailed this to them. My life was fixing to change dramatically. No more time for childish things. No more collecting comics. So since I doubted I’d ever pursue my comic ideas; I gave Deadpool (not my characters real name) away as a joke. I wanted to see if “I” could live on in the comic books, in case I died on a battle field. I loved Marvel. If they thought him/me worthy of being a super hero/villain, then it would mean my much better characters would be cool if I ever made my own comics. I had 100’s better than Deadpool.
Well I forgot all about it. No more kids stuff for me. My kids got into all the super hero stuff many years later. One day my daughter said dad. You have got to watch this movie called “Deadpool”. He’s just like you. I scratched my head. Realize my character has a different name. But I’m pretty sure I called the alternate less fleshed out version of red ninja; the bad “punisher” like pretend version of me, “Deadpool”. The one I mailed Marvel.
She said he’s just like you. The guy who plays him looks a lot like you (not really. But I am attractive. And I married a beautiful woman). He talks endless trash. Is always trying to be funny. Uses two swords and guns at once. Wears a red ninja outfit. Never shuts up. Cusses. Can do all that ninja gymnastics stuff like you. He’s you. Huh? That did sound like me.
So I watched the movie; remembered sending the idea to Marvel, & laughed my butt off. She asked what was funny. I said that is me. That’s really me as a super hero. I mailed that idea to Marvel before I married your mom way back in college. I didn’t know they made it into a super hero. Of course she didn’t believe me.
Now let’s be clear. I’m not taking credit for the character or anything. I can’t even remember what I mailed them. I had been drawing characters since age 7 or so. Red Ninja had been me since the 70’s.
I was finally giving up buying & collecting comics. No more drawing & expanding characters. I was putting all of that away & growing up. Time to leave college & start life. I never thought of that stuff again till she made me watch the movie. She was right though; that was me, especially back in the late 80’s & early 90’s.
I won’t bore you with the whole story & details. Nor can I remember what all I actually even mailed them. But either way; I gave it to them. Looks like they used it. I was hoping someone would turn it into a character. That if I died I’d still be alive in a sense as a super hero. Just a private joke. So in my mind anyways; I pulled one on Marvel, got them to turn me into a super hero of sorts.
So since I have no clue what I mailed them I’ll show why my daughter saw the similarities. She had seen me training with two swords at once. And two knives. She’d seen me throw weapons & shoot guns with both hands. I’m an expert marksman with near any weapon, with both hands.
I do know martial arts. I have easily beaten multiple black belts with my mixed fighting style in training. I have extremely fast reflexes. Makes me really hard to fight. When I sent it in I had finally managed to slim my muscular body down from 275 lbs to under 250. To para jump or slide down ropes out of copters you must weigh under 250. I was so lean and low fat I had cuts & veins everywhere. I thought Deadpool having healing powers like Wolverine would be great. Instead of claws he’d use two swords & pistols like me. He’d have my agility; athletic ability; super strength (I was a power lifter). Only magnified for comics of course. I’m the lame real life version.
I was very conceited about my appearance & abilities. I talked endless trash. Cussed none stop. I never shut up. I still have a constant smile. I try to be funny and constantly try to make people smile & laugh. A crowd once watched me fight several men. They say I was turning flips. Doing crazy moves. Like Deadpool. And the whole time I was telling jokes and talking trash. That’s true. Like Deadpool.
I used to run track. I could nearly touch the top of a basketball backboard. Great at long jumping.
I was being trained by an ex special forces relative & was intending to join the military soon, which is why I mailed off the idea for Deadpool to Marvel. Letting go of my childish ways. Would be no more time for that. After I mailed it off o bought no more comics. Drew no more characters. I was done.
I had a relative of sorts who used to work with me some. He was impressed by my marksmanship. He had been a soldier & then soldier for hire. Mercenary. I was a great marksman so he thought I should try that after the military.
Well in high school & college I found myself living in this high crime gang controlled inner city. At night it was a war zone. Cops were afraid to come in there at night. So if you got caught up in something you were on your on. Like the fight I just talked about.
Starting as a little kid I used to fight to protect others. I slowly learned to mostly be quiet & passive in school. Until I moved into the gang area. Sometimes I’d fight to protect others. But not in front of teachers. At school I had fought to protect any weak loner. I don’t care what color you are. Religion. Gay. I would protect anyone. In my eyes we are all the same.
Well; those of you who work & goto school full time know, your rarely home. At night I’d wake up to gang activity. Screaming. Gun fire. Fights. People buying & selling drugs. Drug dealers are the root problem in these neighborhoods.
I’ve fought and been chased by gangs in high school. Been shot at just for walking home. Kids on those streets know what I’m talking about. I learned to mind my own business. But a few times I had to go out into the dark night. Batman.
Ninja movies were getting popular. I always trained with two knives & pistols at this time. So now I added two ninja swords.
So around the time I sent this to Marvel I’d snuck out at night & stopped a few crimes when I heard screaming. Usually only for a woman or child. Not dressed as a ninja. I’m the real guy.
I’ll give one example. I heard a woman yelling for help. I went running out. A very large man was trying to attack her with an ax handle. Trying to break thru her window. She was protecting her child. So I fought & disarmed him. Made him run away. Then I had to talk to the cops. Witnesses confirmed my story & I got off. People would watch. But not interfere. I’m lucky people liked me enough to speak up for me a couple of times. Had it been gangs they probably would not have. No one calls the cops on drug dealing gangs. They will do drive byes & stuff. Unlike Deadpool, I can’t magically heal.
I only did these things a few times. Real life isn’t a movie. But my friends had saw me in action. My wife had told my kids those stories & about the time she watched me fight & save another woman. And of course talk to the cops yet again.
In real life once you save the day; you then get to talk to cops; teachers, bosses. You get kicked out of school; paddled; almost arrested; fired. Real life isn’t a movie.
So Deadpool wasn’t really me. He was like an alter me. A bad version of me. He would go off into the military for special forces like I was planning. Be a Merc like I was contemplating. But he’d be half nuts. He’d decide to take out drug dealers and criminals to stop crime at the source. You know that voice in your head that you ignore. Hey go do this. You know better from listening to that voice as a kid. Don’t listen to that crazy voice.
That is the real problem in these neighborhoods. Drugs fuel the gangs. Addiction destroys people. Gangs strike fear in neighborhoods. Everyone is afraid to call or speak to cops. Cops are afraid to come there at night. They arrive way too late & in large numbers. By the time they do it’s usually too late.
So the goofy one in the movies does act a lot like me. Obvi I’m no nutt super hero. I’m the real guy. I based the character off me. I like what they did with it. Totally different from me. As I said; I mailed in a very vague idea. They appear to have developed it into something cool. But I can’t take credit for any of that. But the behavior & general description are so much like me that my daughter realized it when she watched the movie. They’ve all seen me get right up in the face of would be tough guys and talk trash; joke, & cuss just like Deadpool. They’ve seen me lift up very heavy weight. Shoot two pistols at once. Train with two swords. On & on. I have that endless grin on my face. Im the real Deadpool.
So where did the name Deadpool come from? As a child I was an amazing marksman. I never missed. Some vets nicknamed me Eagle eye & Deadeye. I liked Clint Eastwood. So I called the bad; drug dealer pretend version of me Deadpool. Pretty sure I sent that name in with the idea. But it’s not important.
There was a real Hollywood game. People tried to predict who would die. Then bet money (a pool). So this Deadpool version of me would instead pick which deadly criminals should die. He’d take their drug dealing money. That would be his income. His “pool” of money. Plus; Eastwood had a movie out around that time, “the Deadpool”. I think I was watching it on VHS when I wrote the letter.
Clint Eastwood played a vigilante in Dirty Harry movies. I preferred the spaghetti westerns.
So since I don’t think I’ll be alive much longer I thought I’d secretly confess that I’m convinced I’m the basis for Deadpool. I don’t care if anyone believes me. I did specifically tell them they could have the idea. I did ask them to turn it into a character for Marvel comics. I didn’t send them the real character. He was much more complex and pure. Instead I sent them something I thought people would want to watch & read. This was in the rap anti establishment days. No one liked Cap anymore. I’m a whole lot more like Cap. But no kidding. As I type this there are ninja swords hanging above my bed. There are two pistols on a nightstand by two knives. As I said; Im the real Deadpool. Well; sort of.
What do I look like? Well I’m very sick now. But I’m very lean. Weigh about 255. Very muscular. I was born with blond hair & blue eyes. People say I’m attractive. And I act “a lot” like the character in the movie still to this day. That’s why when my kids first saw the first Deadpool movie they ran in there saying dad, your in a movie, you’ve got to come see this. And yes; I am really that cocky. I’m convinced no one can beat me. I did learn to shut up at times. But I talk endless crap. I crack endless jokes. I never shut up. I have a crap eating grin non stop. I did not go into the special forces for a very good reason. Nor did I become a mercenary. I’m afraid the real me isn’t overly impressive.
I am no kidding wearing a shirt that’s blue with stars on the top. Alternating red and white vertical stripes on the bottom. I just realized that when I looked down. My kids had them made for me I guess. They look like one offs.
OK kids of mine. There it is. Let’s see if you can figure out my code. No one else ever will. I’ll give one of you a clue. See if you can surf the web and find this. Decipher the code. Prove I wrote it. You asked me to tell someone I invented Deadpool. That would be wrong. You can’t give something away. Ask someone to make something of it. Then try to take credit. So here it is. No name or proof. But my admission. One more joke. If you find this and read this have a good life. Now you know where I got the idea. From an old The Shadow comic I owned. Why did I like the red ninja? He was better than the shadow. That’s why when I sent the character to Marvel. Instead of sending them the real character that red ninja became; which I will not reveal here, I gave them a meaner version. A “Punisher” like version. A soldier for hire who didn’t just cross the line; he became a criminal of sorts. Much like Wolverine was in a comic or two. Dark. The opposite of me. Like alternate Superman.
I am very proud of you that you saw me in the way Deadpool acted. You even pointed out how I used to pull your legs & claim I could block bullets with my swords. That’s obvi a lie. But I’m still pretty good for a real person.
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when I came out to my mom as bi she simply said “you’re just confused, you better not tell anyone that you’re bi bc you’re not.” Sad thing is that my friends were a lot more supportive than my own mother. A few weeks after that happened she took me to the doctor and made up lies which they ended up prescribing me antidepressants. After that happened my mom saw my cuts on my wrist and didn’t bother ask if I needed help or if I was feeling okay, she just stared and walked away.
I made out with my best friend.
We're both girls.
I was house watching my old aunts house for two weeks while she was on holiday. I had her whole house to myself and all her clothes to dress up in. I love getting strapped up in her corselets and barely black tights and put on one of her wigs. One morning I did this when her window cleaner came. I put on a show for the old window cleaner pretending not to see him looking in as I was pulling up my tights. He quickly moved away from the window and the next thing was I heard him coming in the room. He had his cock out and ordered me to suck it. When he realised I was a bloke he said he was going to take it out on my backside and made me bend over pulled down my tights and unhooked the corselet gusset. The thing is that when he shot his load in my bum it made me cum. We both ended up in a 69 shooting in each others mouth.
#crossdress #cum #mouth
I’m a 14 year old Male, And i’m pretty sure that I’m ‘Heteromantic Homosexual.’ Meaning that I like to date girls, but like to have sex with men. I have crush on a girl, but whenever I masturbate I do it to Gay Porn. I’m not really afraid to come out, because I’m pretty sure that Most of my family (except my brother) will be supportive. I don’t really know what the next step is to do, I just don’t feel comfortable coming out at all yet, even though my family will accept me. I don’t know what the step I should take is.
I’ve never told anyone this… ever… I’m Gay. I’ve been wanting to tell someone about this for a long time but I don’t think I can, I have no idea how they are going to react or respond… I’m almost too afraid to tell them and find out… I’m so confused on what to do…
During one year in my freshman year of high school, I attended a party and about 10 people showed up. Most of the guests were guys. For about 2 hours, we were doing whatever typical teens would be doing then, and we played Super Smash Bros. Melee. We started a tournament, and as people got eliminated, they started to head into the basement.
It was down to me and Nathan. He chose Ganondorf, and I chose Jigglypuff and beat his ass to oblivion. I turn to him, laugh in his face and say, "In your face! Suck it!" and he started to blush. He identified as a straight male, and he knew I was gay. Never would I have thought he would take my sarcasm literally.
He began to unzip my pants and grab my dick. His hand was so warm, and it started to grow rapidly in his hand. I started to unzip his pants and grab his dick. Soon, we started jacking each other off. Then, there was a sudden urge to put his bulging dick inside my mouth, and I did just that. Nathan pulled his hand away from my dick and just enjoyed the sensations. He was a good 5 - 6 inches.
Something I hadn't thought about is how close my face is to the man's pubes. Nathan's pubes tickled my nostrils and I got the strong smell of whatever funky smell it is every guy has down there. That only aroused me more. He could tell I didn't quite know what I was doing, but that didn't matter. I got used to it pretty quickly and started playing with his balls.
Eventually, I was able to make him cum without warning. He hadn't told me when he was going to and that made it all the more surprising. I had wondered what cum has tasted like, and his tasted disgusting, but I swallowed it anyways. Despite how bad Nathan's tasted I was willing to do it again.
But then, just before I was going to back to the basement, he grabs my dick and forces it into his mouth. I wouldn't think he'd do that considering how often he'd talk about girls. I grew to my full 7 inches. I placed my hand on Nathan's head and went with the flow of his head bobbing up an down my dick.
We were both awkward for our both times sucking, but it was worth it. I feel like he got the hang of it quicker than I did. I soon started to face fuck him and I started to uncontrollably spasm before jizzing inside his mouth. He continued to lick my cum from off my dick and that sent my nerves through the roof.
We continued to suck each other off to this day, and I have taken his 8 inch dick (it grew a lot). The sensations from being filled with hot, pulsing cockmeat, and being filled with cum makes me jizz every time. I'm leaking now writing about this.
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I am a closetted bisexual at the moment. When I was a kid everybody knew I'm somehow different from any other female kids. All them kids liked the color pink while I was the only one who liked blue. They were into barbie movies A LOT yet, I was so into Mr. Bean and I hated barbie.Their toys were like barbie dolls or just dolls, I loved remote control cars. (I broke their barbie dolls by tearing them arms and legs apart from the body.) I was so innocent then. I was never attracted to girls back when I was a kid but I also was never attracted to any girls stuff. I am not out yet but I am currently building up a lot of courage to tell my family. I have not tell any of my friends too. I am afraid to come out as bi because of the society. I am living in the Philippines at the moment and the people here are like homophobic. They make fun of girls liking girls. They make fun of bisexual. They said "Girls are just acting bisexual just to be cool." and that's what made me scared of comming out. I am afraid no one will believe me that I am bi because they will only think that I'm just tryna be cool. Some even thinks it's disgusting to like the same gender.
I am 14 and a girl. My friend Ashley and me always hang out together and one day we did something that we shouldn't of been ashamed about but yet we weren't. We were in my basement and watching a movie. She rested her head my boob (I wasn't wearing a bra). I acted like I didn't notice until she looked at me kissed me (no tongue yet) and squeezed my boob. I didn't know what to say, I've never been with a girl and neither has she. She took of my shirt and started sucking on my tits. I moaned alittle bit (no one was home). Then she unzipped my jean shorts and rubbed my pussy over my underwear. I got wet and she could definitely tell so she started eating me out. Finally, I took of her shirt and shorts. She started kissing me and this time hard her tongue went as far back as she could and it made me so fucking horny. She took of my underwear ever so slowly and really started to rub and all of a sudden her finger slipped in. It felt so good and i couldn't help but do it back. This was one of the sexiest moment and we still do that to this day.
M 25 yr old virgin finally got the courage to go see an escort was scared out of my mind that it was gonna be a cop couldnt get hard no matter how much i tried ended up chilling smoking sum...
Several months ago I met this guy online. We are both males, both married and in our late 40's. He put feelers out there as a feminine guy, wanted someone to meet while crossdressed and he wanted to be sub to a dom man. I'd not had any strange pussy or ass in over 20 years but was interested. We talked exchanged pictures and he started showing me pictures of his fat wife with huge titties and ass. He would even write my name on her while she was nude and take pictures to send me. I had some old pics of my wife and showed them to him.
We met, and started a fem/masculine get together in which he would dress and I would fuck him and dom him. He wouldn't suck cock though. I finally made him do it and he got mad and I finally got him back to meeting me. He had been fucked by 4 guys before me, I'd parade him around and call him slut, cunt, and other names. I would even open the drapes in the hotel/motel rooms so that people would see this chubby older woman getting banged in her butt through the window. They didn't know I was fucking a guys ass. I always started the session by making him stand up and stick my finger up his butt and make him walk around the suite, opening drapes, windows anything I wanted. He got really sub and I even more dom and I would make him do things to his wife, and take pictures to send me. She dommed him in real life (not sex life) even making him wear cotton panties all the time usually in pink, pastels, and white. So he wouldn't mess them up she made him wear a panty liner or a full pad, just as she did everyday. Sometimes she would make him wear a bra as he had cubby manboobs. Even when they first started fucking she refused to let him stick his cock in her mouth, or in her ass. So I told him he should take his wife and force the bitch to take cum up her ass or mouth. His cock had gotten to where he could barely get it up (usually with injections) so I wrote a story about her being passed out and my fucking her.
He started experimenting with her drinking and slipping in a sleeping pill. She would pass out and he took pics of him dildoing her cunt and sticking his limp cock on her lips. At his suggestion I waited till I got word from him that she was passed out and went to his house. I played with her for a while, ate her pussy out, let him play with my nipples, then I laid on top of her and she automatically spread her legs. Instead of fucking her then I just put my cock into her sopping pussy and got it really wet, then laid him down in his girly clothes next to his wife and fucked him right next to her, in the bed the two of them shared.
After that I made him do some kinky shit, and got my cock hard again, then fucked his wife while he placed my cock at her entrance. I shot a load up her slit all the while sucking, mashing and bruising her tits. I kissed hickies on her neck, and stuck the business end of a wine bottle up her loose cunt after I was done. I made him make me dinner, while dressed in his nightie with stockings and heels. Then told him it was time her virgin asshole got fucked by a real man. We went up to the bedroom and rolled her fat ass over, I made him grease her up with some lube she had and I got on top of her while she was lying face down on the bed. I put my cock into her, and reminded him that this was the position in which I first fucked him. After having shot two loads already, it took me about 45 minutes to cum up her virgin ass. It was certainly tight, I think she was indeed a virgin, but after a 45 minute reaming with a pretty thick 7 inch cock, and her being passed out, it was gaping open bigger than a quarter.
He started to panic wondering how he was going to explain the cum in her cunt and ass. I didn't give a shit and instead jacked him off all over her face and tits. I then told him that her cunt was way too loose for her to only be fucked by his scrawny little cock. She was having an affair. I then told him the best way for him to not be accused of fucking her while she was asleep would be to suck all my cum from her cunt and her ass, and lick his off her face and tits. Then I left. I don't know what he did, but it worked out.
I fucked her about 12 times that way, and finally he told her that he liked being fucked and dressing up and she liked the idea of him being a "woman" too. So he had permission to get dressed and fucked in front of her. I went and fucked him several times, then going off with her to the store, or out to eat (using his credit card each time) then I'd go back and get off again. She made him start sucking my cock to orgasm many times, and eventually she let me fuck her in front of him. She took my cock up her cunt, her mouth, her ass, she even did ass2mouth in front of her husband. I even made him clean my shitty cock with his mouth after it was in his wifes ass.
It's a very rewarding relationship, but we still like to get her drunk and passed out so I can abuse her cunt and ass and bruise those big tits of hers. She just laughs about it now.
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