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This is a little secret…

Hey C, I hope you will like me back!
It makes me so happy when we chat on the bus on the way to school and back. You are such a sweet, smart, kind and caring person, and you tell me so much about your family and where you come from. Listening to your stories make me feel less lonely.

However, despite having similar personality and future plans, we have different hobbies. I am a musician + a reader but you like to play games and chess, and we are in different friend groups. It seems that you are always chatting to your mates through messages and I feel sad sometimes, because I really want to talk to you. I think about you very often, especially when it is the weekends, or before bed.

I hope we can get together because I have a massive crush on you! Dear Lord, pleaseeee help me!!

uwu

New Confession

When I was younger, about 16, I was insatiable and as a result of having my first anonymous hookup with another kid that was 16 (off omegle of all things) I sought to have more.
In this effort I downloaded Grindr and lied about being 18, eventually finding someone who hosted an anon darkroom not even 5 minutes away and who was more than happy leaving their door unlocked and a** ready. After I was invited over and tentatively entered their place I immediately set about u*********, going to nothing in a minute and slowly started up the steps to his room. Once in his room I was approached in the dark by him – a 30-something yr old man who was equally as naked but twice my size – and he reached down and started to blow me once he settled on his knees. Within minutes once I was sufficiently erect I prodded him onto the bed and had him bend over, eventually sliding in without any additional lubrication and begun to – at the age of 16 – f*** this older mans a**. I went for about 20 minutes by my estimation and slowly over the course of the f****** went from doggy, to sideways to having him lie fully down whilst I went to town on him.
Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.

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