Who cares. Still funny!
I always thought I was a bit weird for some of the things I did but I am so pleased that this thread has proven otherwise. We are all as bad as each other
Hi. Stop whinging.
Winge: intr.v. whinged, whing·ing, whing·es Chiefly British
To complain or protest, especially in an annoying or persistent manner.
Seen as this thread contains some rather graphic and disgusting acts and comments, does this mean that the rules are relaxed in other posts too?
Then things got a bit weird, but also exciting, as young experimenting youths might find. He spent the next 5 or so minutes having a fiddle with me. Then he stopped and we didnt mention anything and just carried on the day as normal.
That night, we put the spare mattress on the garage roof as we usually did to talk crap and stuff whilst looking at the night sky, then after a while started fiddling with eachother. After a little while, he went down on me.
This was short lived, and he stopped, and we finished ourselves off.
Just to note that confessions need not be of a sexual nature, so please make them varied
This seems more of a story than a confession. Not sure why it would be sent anonymously. Unless....When i was about ten years old I was going to the garage to get my bike out to go to my friends house. Next to the alley there was a little alley that goes to the back of next doors garden. As i was taking my bike out i could hear funny noises and seem to remember them saying "put it in the hole". As i took my bike out i had a look down the alley to find two kids a couple of years younger then me at the time naked. With their pants down trying to put pebbles in their backside from the driveway. I was totally gobsmacked biked over to my mates house and told my friends what happened. As they wouldn't believe me we went back there and offered the kids a packet of smokey bacon crisps for them to do it again.
Back when I was 15, I had a small number of friends from school. We'd only ever hang out together, and often sleep over at eachother's. One of my mates was over at mine for the weekend one time, and after general tomfoolery in the pool and stuff, we ended up in my room. For some bizarre reason, while we were just chilling, he jokingly flicked me in that area, and did it a few more times... which resulted in me standing to attention. He joked about it, and I did too, saying what did he expect to happen.
Then things got a bit weird, but also exciting, as young experimenting youths might find. He spent the next 5 or so minutes having a fiddle with me. Then he stopped and we didnt mention anything and just carried on the day as normal.
That night, we put the spare mattress on the garage roof as we usually did to talk crap and stuff whilst looking at the night sky, then after a while started fiddling with eachother. After a little while, he went down on me.
This was short lived, and he stopped, and we finished ourselves off.
Things were awkward from then onwards, and we never spoke of it again.
Interestingly, the first-hand experience, as it were , solidified the fact that I know that I am in no way inclined towards guys in that way, and as such had a hand, lol, in me being comfortable with my sexuality now.