I’m not gay but this weekend my bud who is gay is going to come over my place while the wife is out Xmas shopping. We are going to put some plastic down on the floor then take turns shitting onto each other’s face. After that we plan to wrestle around naked and smear the shit all over each other’s bodies and faces. We are both fairly big and hairy guys. Once we are done with this fun we will shower off together and wank each other until we cum. Finally stash the plastic in the garage before the wife returns. Fun.

Posted this confession as a response elsewhere. Someone asked if anyone had a sexual experience in prison that they would like to share. This was my reply:

Straight guy here. Was a short timer out of state. Didn't know anyone in the system... Not like most people would. So, in other words, no one would know me on the streets. And no one knew me FROM the streets. Annyway, this skinny white kid moves in. I'm of a mixed Hispanic-white descent. He is obviously gay. Talks like a girl and carries himself like a queer. He wasn't trying to fool anyone. I'm only 5-7 but I've got some height on him... And probably 20 pounds. He Asked if I'm cool with celling up with a homo. I tell him I don't care. As long as he respects me, I'll do the same. Everything is normal for a week or two when he starts going on about how he wants to be a professional massage therapist when he gets out. I'm like sure, that's cool... He asked me if he could massage my feet. I'm not really into it, and he starts acting like I'm homophobic. We didn't argue, but it got uncomfortable. He apologizes, saying that he thought I was cool, and mature enough to allow him to message me without it getting weird.

What follows is maybe 3 hours of me allowing him to do more and more things to me. Starting with my left foot. He basically spit some pretty good game on me. Eventually, I was laying down on my stomach in my boxers. He was using some of the more expensive lotion and it was really fucking nice. I was in excellent shape (six pack and all) and my body was always sore. He continually complimented me. Making me feel comfortable and feeling good about myself.

Eventually he asked me to turn over. I was still limp, sense it wasn't in any real way SEXUALLY stimulating to me. It felt great. I was very relaxed. But it was just a massage to me.

So, now I'm on my back in just my boxers and His hands would move higher and higher on my legs. He would sometimes brush up against my balls, but it felt good. Again, I'm still limp. I wasn't even focused on whether or not I was getting hard. I was in the moment. It was an excellent massage. I am very sensitive in that area, just like anyone else.

Then he asked me to remove my boxers. I kinda freeze up and just open my eyes and stare for a second at the bunk above me. He asked again and says it's cool and begins to pull them down. I then say no. I start to sit up and push his hands off. He puts his hands up like everything's cool. He says something like: no problem, no worries, it's OK, just turn back over and I'll message your gluts. He says that he can tell I'm carrying a lot of stress in my gluts. And this kinda surprised me. I've wrestled all my young adult life, and I've had athletic trainers and physical therapist tell me the same thing. It has caused a lot of discomfort for me. Something about my ass muscles pulling my spine out a wack.

So I turn back over. And he starts massaging my butt muscles. And this... This felt so fucking good. I started to make noises. I didn't care. I was probably breathing hard earlier, but now I was moaning a little. He then let his hands slip under my boxers. A little at first. Then he was cresting over my ass. My butt is a bit round... And, at least at the time, firm.

Someplace in the back of my mind I knew he was going for it, but it felt so good I stopped careing. So, when he pulled down on my boxers, I lifted my hips up and they came right off. He just kept massaging my ass cheeks. He probably rubbed my ass for another 20 minutes. It was great. I felt stress leaving my body. It was truly therapeutic. I felt grateful in that moment. Being naked and having lotion rubbed on me by a gay guy in prison didn't matter to me. at least not in that moment.

Then he said turn over.

And I did. I didn't even blink. I rolled over, my eyes still closed. And I was still completely relaxed. Almost sleepy. And also still very limp. I was very aware of my limpness. I'm not a hung guy. Coming in at nearly 6 inches when I'm really hard, I remember that I was mildly concerned with how limp I was. But he just started massaging my legs again and working the insides of my thighs. He would go up to my chest and down my stomach, barely brush over my cock and balls, and rub my legs again. He would reach under me and kneed my ass, then come back over my hips and brush over my dick and back up my stomach or down my legs. It felt fantastic. And I was still limp. I didn't know what to think of that.

I wasn't in any hurry for him to finish the massage. I was in my bed and if I fell assleep, so what? It felt good and I was feeling really good about all of it. I can recall my mind just wondering around out in the real world. That is, I was in a happy place. Thinking about the outside. Enjoying some tender soft hands touching me all over. So what if he lingered a little longer over my dick every time he touched it. It felt good. So what if at some point he would be holding both my cock and my balls in one hand, squeezing it firmly and letting go. I was STILL limp! And still so relaxed that I just didn't care.

And then I felt his warm mouth completely enclose around my dick. My limp dick... Lol. But it was nice. And I didn't do shit about it. He had my dick in his mouth, sucking softly and still running his hands up and down my legs. I can still remember how he just held my dick in his mouth and suckeled on it like a baby. His mouth was warm and his tongue would press on it and it felt fantastic. He would then softly suck on my balls and move back to my dick. It may seem funny, but this still felt therapeutic to me. I was becoming even more relaxed. Prison is a stressful place. And this was just what I needed.

Then he did something that my body automatically responded to... He began to lick and suck my tate. (That spot between your asshole and balls). And my cock got hard almost instantly. It was crazy. He says: oh, god, poppy! I'm actually a little embarrassed. But he wasted no time. He says oh God poppy and takes my whole cock in his mouth and starts to suck it like he's gonna make a million dollars.

Now, there are two things about to impress this guy whom had probably sucked a lot of dicks. First: I'm a hard cummer under NORMAL circumstances. Second: I don't cum so easy by blow job. I was with the same women for 8 years and she hated the taste of cum. So I'd stop her when I got close. We would wait a few seconds and she would start again.. After a few years of that, I didn't have to stop her no more. A mental block. After that relationship was over, I would hence -forth need a lot of hand action. Basically, all blowjobs turned into hand jobs at my request. But in this case, I wasn't about to request shit. It was probably after midnight and we had 5 hours before the night shift did there job. So he sucked my cock for a good long time. Even started to slow down a little towards the end. He took it upon himself to use his hand more and more often.

But eventually I did cum. And it was like a release that ranks up there in my top ten. I saw him squint and swallow twice. He had to, cause I just kept cumming. When he could finally talk he starts going on about how I SHOOT cum. I laughed and figured maybe he didn't suck so many dicks as I originally thought. He's was probably 22 years old.

That's my story of gay shit in prison. I ended up moving out of that cell maybe 2 days later. We didn't do anything else. I would have, probably, but I think we where both intent on not being the instigator. He asked me if we would and I said I'd let him know. And then I left.

I've sense then have had my cock sucked by a few other guys. And on one occasion I fucked this very feminine Puerto Rican kid. He was 19 and probably destined to transition. But those are other confessions I guess.

First time gay shit - super unexpected

I'm a former military guy and I've tried to stay in shape. I go to the gym about 5 times a week. I'm only about 5' 8", but athletically built around 160 lbs. I was at a gym, while traveling through NJ, and found myself working out next to a very smallish built young man (5' 2", 110lbs max). He was doing the same muscle group I was and asked if he could workout with me. I thought it was a little strange, but he was nice and had a good smile, nice olive skin, and was young... I am straight - but I think I can still appreciate beauty, even in other men. And this little guy was pretty... and very gay. I would never work out with him in my home town... but I live in California, and this is New Jersey, so I thought, why not? He seems nice and I don't wanna seem like I'm homophobic or something.

So here we are. I've been working out sense I was a kid. I've wrestled sense I was 10 and have the screwed up ears to prove it. I am, frankly, very rough around the edges. I can be a little over bearing and down right mean when I am your wrestling coach. Or, in this case, your workout partner. So I was these things with him. I made him workout harder than he normally would. He had absolutely no upper body strength but did have a firm build (to be 18 again!!). Again, he was openly gay: even had a rainbow shirt that said, "born this way". It was a little embarrassing, but like I said: I didn't know any of those people.

We probably worked out for a solid hour and a half. I found myself getting a little turned on by how I could make him push harder or do a few more reps. I would talk trash. Tell him that god hates quitters more than gays. I would always smile a little so he would know I was kidding... but I think he liked it more if I was serious.

I found myself helping him with his technique. I would pull his shoulders back, or push his waist in. Giving him instructions and when he did it correctly, I'd say to him, in a very low voice, "good boy."

Fast forward to when we are finally done, and I am surprisingly warn out. I got a very good workout in. He was also red faced (at least as red as his skin would show...) and obviously fatigued. And sense I'd never been to that gym, I asked if there were showers. He said yes, and we went off to the locker rooms.

The showers were probably the nicest I had ever seen in a gym. You had your own little changing room that would lead to your own shower. They were also very roomy.

I'm in there and I planned on just rinsing off, sense I didn't bring shampoo and figured I would shower at my hotel after dinner. But then thought better of it and simply asked my new workout partner (yelling over the sounds of the other showers) if he had shampoo I could use. He yells back (a little to gay-ish) that he did. He'll bring it over.

I expect him to set it on my bench in the changing room... then tell me its there and I'd come out of the shower and grab it. But this little homo walks right into my stall with it. Naked. And I am perfectly speechless. I stand there and can't quite believe my eyes. He has this look of confusion and then he looks a little panicked. He drops the bottle he had and put his hands over his face and turns to leave.

Now... a million things are going through my head. And I can still remember - vividly - how torn I was. I would NEVER turn down a women that did something like this. The risk he took... the way he put himself out there... I was flattered. But I'm not into guys. But also... I don't know anyone in this town. So in about 2 seconds I decide to at the minimum stop him and tell him its all good. I follow him out to the outer changing area and I grab his shoulders and pull him back away from the little room door. He starts covering his face again and looking down at the ground. He won't look up at me and I'm not trying to even talk at all because someone may hear me (like who would I be talking to?!).

I simply don't know what to do, and as he begins to sob (like a girl... an f-ing girl!), I start to rub his back and in as low a voice as I can, whisper near his ear:  "Its all good... your a good boy".

I don't, for the life of me, know why I said that.   But I repeated it again, cause I could tell it was working.  I brought him closer to me and repeated it: "its ok... no worries... thats a good boy".  "your a good boy"  "your my good boy, right?"

And then I brought my hands up his back, lifting them off and placed my elbows on his shoulders (like i was going to hug his head to my chest), and pushed lightly down...  and without much resistance at all, he went to his knees. He looked up at me and I thought he was a little worried still.  He was nervous and worried...  So i said its Ok.. be a good boy. And he took my cock in his mouth.

He sucked on me for probably 5 minutes until I got nice and hard.  I couldn't hear dick sucking noises because it was so noisy in there. But it did feel fantastic.  He was being a good little cock sucker and I can respect that.

I let him suck me deep and hard until I felt like I was close. I pulled his head away and turned him around. I pushed him forward and pulled his hips up while I forced his knees apart.  I used a bit more force than i needed, but I was determined to get my cock in his little round ass before i got soft.  I thought about a condom, but simply didn't care.  I would have used one if he asked me to, but he didn't so i didn't offer.  

I spit on my dick and spit on his asshole.  Then started easing it in... eventually getting balls deep.  Spitting some more every few seconds.  I'm not a big guy, but his ass was tight.

I eventually pushed him all the way down to his stomach.  My favorite position when I'm fucking a women.  I fucked him as hard as I dared.  But I couldn't afford a clapping sound.  At some point I got off and had him follow me into the shower.  I fucked him a bit harder - standing up of course. But the shower sounds masked the sounds from the other showers so I was comfortable putting a little more on him.

And then I came.   It built slowly and came on with a vengeance.  It never crossed my mind to ask him were he wanted it.  The moment I called him a good boy, I new I was Cumming in his ass.

We walked out of that gym together - and I got his number.  I was in town a few times a year before I moved to NJ for about 3 months where I fucked him regularly.

I always made him wear girls panties and enjoyed making him cry before he was to suck my cock and get fucked.  I wonder how he has been.

Years ago I was sitting next to a girl in school and she was inviting me home because - as she put it - she liked me. Back then I didn't even know that sex existed, so I just thought she wanted to spend time with me.

All of a sudden her brother came into the room and tried to wrestle with me. He seemed to assume I was waiting for him to wrestle with me, all smiling and shit. It reads as if he was gay but that wasn't it. It's the joy of subduing a weaker person. I said: Stop that shit. He didn't he just continued pummeling me.

I was looking at the girl for help(I didn't know back then that women will never help a guy in a fight, even if it is her brother fighting and I didn't provoke it) but she didn't care.

Now comes my confession: I had no clue what to do. If that happened today(I go home to a girl and her roommate tries that shit on me) I wouldn't be sure how to react, too.

Because:
1. It's her roommate. It's her responsibility that her roommates don't attack her guests.
2. If I beat him up, fucking her would be no option anymore.

I know 1 and 2 are contradictory.

So what do you do in such a weird situation.