❀✾Confessions 2.0❁❃

⭐️⭐️⭐️ Hi, I'm a guy. Here's the thing🗣 🧩🧩🧩 When i was in campus we had private owned hostels and campus hostels. The campus hostels used to get filled up and were in bad condition so most of us lived in private owned hostels. The hostels were either exclusively male or female or where mixed the sections were divided. ✳️✳️✳️✳️✳️ Since I'm not from a rich family I and many others had to share rooms. It was hectic because sometimes you get a clean roommate 😎and sometimes you get a dirty roommate😒. There is this former guy roommate I met last week and I remembered how we lived 😅 ✳️✳️✳️✳️ He was a clean guy. We took turns to clean the place 🤝. In fact he even bought a carpet. He had a gf while I had on and off flings. What was different with this one is we became so free. I think this is think this is the guy I enjoyed living with most. ✳️✳️✳️✳️✳️✳️ Since we lived together for long we started being naked in front of each other. The weird thing is I enjoyed seeing him naked. Not that I wanted sex. In fact I hate anal sex 😒 and I don't consider myself gay. 💡 But i noticed whenever he came back from the bathroom and took off his towel I always turned to look at *it* 😉 It looked just like mine (idk why I expected it to look different😂). I saw him in different states including when hard. His dick was so big when hard initially i wanted to ask him whether it aches or if he's deformed 😂 ✳️✳️✳️✳️✳️ Initially I thought it was just me. Over time I noticed whenever I got naked he'd look at me 👀 I thought it was just curiosity. This guy liked girls and was straight so I felt obviously theres no way in front of people he'll have to behave so i made sure to quench his curiosity. I'd take long to wear my clothes so he can see mine enough. We used to reciprocate. I'd sometimes get hard and he'd continue looking and I'd pretend not to know he's looking at it when I'm seated at the bed and he's at the desk. Sometimes I'd pretend to use the phone and fondle the dick a bit as he watches. I'd even play with the pee hole and sometimes if there's precum I'd wipe. 🧩🧩🧩🧩🧩🧩 We never had sex. He at one point wanted me to fuck his gf with me but I was so scared of HIV AIDS because around that time a nurse at a nearby hospitalhad told ne how many people were getting infected especially students. I only wanted to fuck selected girls who (I know it's stupid) I assumed were clean from how they looked 🤡. His gf had a crush on me and at times I wanted to fuck her in his absence but felt i couldn't betray my boy. There are times she showed me she wanted me when he was away and she had come over. I'm glad I never betrayed him. There reached a time when he fucked her at night. They moaned and I thought they wanted me to join them 🔥📛🔥 . I just slept. Another time he went to shower and I was horny so I decided to jerk off fast before he came back 😅😅😅 Unfortunately he came back when I was trying to finish and he caught me jerking off. We laughed about it and he said everyone does it. From that time I started jerking off at night. He would even tell me "Bro, you've been shaking the bed for the last 45 minutes and I need to sleep, could you please finish now as I have an early class?". I slept I'm the bottom bunker. I'd tell him "Sorry brother, I'm almost done lemme finish". When I was done he'd say something weird like "Are you good now?" I'd say yes. Weird is that whenever he'd ask me to finish, my orgasm would be so strong because I was sure he knew what I'm doing😂. He preferred to do it in the morning. He'd wake me up any times doing it 😂 There are times I'd also do it and made sure to shake the bed so he knew I'm also doing it. We'd do it until we cum then I'd go back to sleep as he prepared to go to his early class.  It was so exciting for me to be open with this guy because while the "outside world" was hypocritical and judgemental we were in our own world where we can be naked and dress comfortably without hiding. Imagine all the work of trying to hide nudity an you're getting late and need to dress up.

Only thing we didn't do is to fart. I liked seeing his dick because other than porn it was a chance to see another guy's thing and know I'm normal. Also it was fun to know for sure other guys jerk off and I'm not abnormal for wanting to jerk off even when I frequently get laid. Before this guy I hated myself and thought i had a sexual illness for jwrking off even as i had access to sex. This guy made me know you can have sex today, fuck a girl 2 or 3 rounds, go home and jerk off the next morning and nothings wrong with you. I liked this bro. He never stole from me. We hardly fought about anything. Just a sensible person. Whatever you suggested to him thinking you'll have to convince him he'd easily agree. This is what male friends should be. That guy was a real bro. The open sexual part is the part idk if it was normal 😅 #0487 ✨✨✨

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⭐️⭐️⭐️ So I come from a small Indian town. And I had my fare share of struggles navigating through my teenage. There’s are so many angles, as so much happened through the last few years. So much I feel like putting out here. But to start with - let’s pick one. I’m only one of my parents. And I grew up mostly living in government employee quarter. (Since my dad is a government employee). It had one room, a small hall and, kitchen. My dad typically is strict person and he have habit of picking up fight with mom all the time. All in all it’s not so good of a relationship they have. Me and my mom used to sleep in the room and dad in the hall. Because the hall was facing outside and had no gate but a shutter. So not very good privacy wise. I had very recently explored the world of sex through books and classmates. So had a bit idea. For the first time as I can remember, I noticed something. I used to be in school. It was was class 7th or 8th. Don’t remember exactly. It was around 1AM when my mom got up and opened the drawer and picked something up. She though I was asleep. And I acted as if I was sleeping. She came to the bed. She pulled up the saree took down the panty. And covered herself with blanket and started fingering. It was the same blanket so I could feel her hand movements. Although she was not rough and loud and was taking care that I don’t notice. It was more of touching then fingering actually. She did it for I don’t know maybe 10 minutes. And then she picked up her phone and opened IMO (it was a video calling app like WhatsApp back then) And she started opening her contact’s profile picture of males. Including my uncle, my teacher, her sister’s husband and a lot of them. I could not identify all of them since I was just trying to peak a little here and there. And looking at them she fingered herself. she put the phone on her breast and masterbated for next 15 minutes more. Then she threw something in dustbin and slept. Early morning when mom was taking shower I picked that thing from dustbin. It was condom wrapped in paper. That she had wear in her fingers I guess. After this a lot got changed inside me and the way I look at her. So many things I got to know after that. Since I got interested knowing more of her personal life. I sometimes feel guilty. I think I know things that I should not have known. It’s weird feeling. Btw, I’m 20 y/o boy and my mom is 42 now. Just putting the story out to feel a sense of relief that I shared with somebody. Forgive my English guys. #0486 ✨✨✨

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⭐️⭐️⭐️ hi, i am 17 years old and by the type i am writing this, it's only a hundred days something left before i graduate and leave high school and learn to eventually become an adult. I struggle a lot with maintaining friendships, and relationships in general. i show strong signs of being neurodivergent, but since my parents refused to get me diagnosed, unfortunately i cannot say anything further. anyway, this year was... not really a good year for me. There's this girl in class, which we'll call her Az— We were friends, or so I thought ever since we were 13 but ever since we're in the same class when we were 15, apparently she had always hated me. granted, she was rude and all and i always find it quite odd and offputting how she acts like an angel in front of my friends but acts so... different with me. i don't understand, we barely have any interactions together and yet, this person hates me. it's even worse because in class she'd sit at the very front, consistently looking back. and most of the time, this meant looking at me since im sitting on the far right, somewhere in the middle row. ive caught her giving me sideeyes and such, and it's even worse when my friends would tell me what she had said about me behind my back. I've always believed in "ignorance is bliss" since i overthink a lot and i suffer from anxiety, so when my friend made me aware of this, i didn't know what peace is. other than that, my other friend as we'll call her Dori, had a fight with one of my closest friend, as we'll call her, Hanzel. Hanzel and I have been friends since we were 16, and she has been nothing but sincere to me. I knew Dori since I was 15, but we weren't close, per say. Dori and Hanzel had a fight, and I who knew nothing, Dori came to me and told me how Hanzel has been talking behind my back, calling me a "crazy girl" and "knew i wouldn't last with my ex" as we recently broke up. Apparently, Dori also told Hanzel about me breaking up with my ex and told Hanzel to keep it a secret from me, which obviously im even more hurt about. what makes it even worse is that, i believed Dori and deadass thought Hanzel HATED me when she actually doesn't. We cleared our misunderstandings and i apologized to Hanzel for so many times, I felt... ashamed, stupid of myself for believing Dori. I didn't know what to feel nor do from that point beyond. and yet, today, they told me that i should stop living in my comfort zone and i should learn how to acknowledge and perceive people so that i wouldn't get hurt. But if I perceive and acknowledge people, that would only end up with me learning information that I'm not supposed to know, and in the end, i only overthink and get myself hurt. Yet, if I'm oblivious and dont care about the people around me, I'd be blind to who everyone truly is. i don't know what to do at this point. in general, i am a very friendly and a talkative person, and i can become friends with everyone, just anyone in general. But still. Seems like this was the ultimate price that I had to pay. any form of advice or support is appreciated. I don't know what to do and i think i should just stop living since of how difficult it is to handle people... I'm afraid that I've reached a dead end, and i wish... life came with a guide by guide manual on how to make friends, who to avoid and how to control my emotions since I'm a very... emotionally fragile person. thank you, if you've read this. Again, any form of advice is greatly appreciated. #0485 ✨✨✨

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⭐️⭐️⭐️ Please open comments—any and all opinions are welcome! 🙏🏻 I am twice divorced—both marriages ending right at the 13-year mark. I was left both times. The first ending was a relief. I had broken up with her after a few months, only to find out a week later that she was pregnant. I bought a ring, proposed and we got married. She ended up having a miscarriage while out of town for a friend’s wedding. TURNS OUT… …yep. She made it all up. I found that out two months before she left me. The 2nd was a different story. We both had a lot of issues coming into the relationship, but fell in love and decided to give it a go. We became the “it” couple in our community, started a successful business, bought a house, traveled and enjoyed our family and a great group of friends. She remains the love of my life. I lost my confidence at some point and by the time I recovered she was fucking other people. She lost respect for me and disappeared. It feels like she died, even though I know she’s out there living her life. THE DILEMMA: She’s gone and not coming back. I am 49, successful, somewhat in the public eye and keep in shape and all that. I have plenty if life to live and love to share. I met and got to know a beautiful redhead with milky white skin. She is a creative genius and an old soul. We have had heartfelt convos, text regularly and has stayed over at my house when visiting town. The last time she stayed over she invited me into the guest room. She had on panties and a short T-shirt with no bra. We had a good conversation but nothing else. There are 2 problems: 1) She is almost exactly half my age; 2) In college she was a close friend and roommate of my oldest daughter—that’s how we met. I am falling for this girl and can tell she is open to something between us. But, my daughter would be pissed and it would hurt our relationship. Any thoughts? Advice? I can pursue the relationship and alienate my daughter, or I can keep my relationship with the redhead at the friendship level—but for how long? I really think we will probably fuck the next time we are alone together. The situation could get bad real fast. ✨✨✨ #0484