hotpaws
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As this thread is all about confessing, I recall visiting a guy one evening at his home. I changed and dressed into a lingerie set, black lace semi see though panties. He was familiar with the sub dom scene. Ordered me to kneel on the floor, he stood in front of me undid his belt and I saw hte massive outline of his cock in his pants. He ordered to me look up at his face, and said it's time for you to confess, but first you remove my pants only using your teeth with your hands behind your back, I pulled and tugged until his pants dropped away. He took hold his cock which was well engorged by then and used it to slap my face. He pulled me up to my feet and walked me to a padded stool and put me face down on it. I heard a swishing noise and realised that he was going to cane me.
Another swish and the riding cop struck right in the middle of my buttocks, I jerked upright a bit and shouted "Aww' "what are you?' he said " Still in pain I blurted out " A sissy faggot' then the second strike seemed a bit harder. " What are you"? again "A cock sucking slut" He made me make a few more confessions before ordering me to kneel up with my hands behind my back and to wet my lips. He then put his hand on my head and with his other hand guided the tip of his cock to my lips to ***** his very thick cock right down into the back of my throat making he gag a bit. Then into a regular rhythm as he started shagging my face for maybe ten minutes, pulled his cock out and ordered me to open my mouth with my tongue out and look up to his face. his first streak of spunk shot into my mouth and made me cough, more shots splashed over my face some dropped off my chin and down onto my brassier, it just kept coming. Until he moved forward and said "Lick my cock clean bitch.
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j3cubrc
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I was in a nerdy cliche in high school, an all boys school, we were the smarter guys, from the debate club, not an athlete Among us. Sophomore year, I was hanging out with another buddy from the cliche, just smoking pot and listening to Beetles music in his room. We decided I'd ***** over, and while his parents were out for the evening, we raided his dad"s magazine stash in the basement. After some time and another joint, my friend Franklin, climbed into bed, in his undershorts, and under the blankets. He was reading a picture magazine with explicit pictures of a skanky woman sucking a large white dick. I could see he was playing with himself, so I walked over to see what he was reading. Both being inexperienced virgins, and horny, we began talking about how great we thought it must feel, and how cool it would to be to have such a big cock. I don't recall what I said exactly, but it was a perfect storm of his need for relief, my curiosity about sucking dick, all fueled by his dad's porn. We agreed that if I sucked his dick, in the darkened room, it wouldn't make him gay, and if it made me gay, we would not discuss it. We decided it would be a one time thing, just so he could learn what it would feel like, and he wouldn't reciprocate.
I've been sucking as much dick as I can get my hands on ever since. Meanwhile, the one time thing became twice a week, at least, for most of a year. It was our dirty secret, one of our friends ever suspected, but I became his own personal fag cock-sucker. I probably sucked his little dick about 100? times after that, with never any reciprocation. We tried anal, but it didn't happen. We did find some nice lingerie that I'd wear on *****overs, to spice things up. It all ended when we both found girlfriends. He told his girl, and I confessed when she asked, but she promised not to repeat it. She asked to watch, but he wasn't comfortable with that. I'm sorry I hadn't pushed the issue, but by that time, I had started playing with an older married guy from our neighborhood, and he would suck my dick, as well as provide good porn. That was a fun period, I would meet him in his garage where he was restoring an old truck, suck his cock, and go home to beat my little dick raw with a borrowed magazine. That's how I begun, and it didn't require any convincing
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