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Just a general question- why does society think it’s okay to forgive most people their crimes but not s** offenders? I.e. there is not a thief registry or even a murderer registry…s** offenders pay for their crimes long after their sentences.
My neighbor is a s** offender and at first, I was wary. But we’ve become friends over the months. What I’ve seen some people do to him and his house over these months is inhumane. He begged me to spend the night at my house last night because someone threw a death threat through his kitchen window. I allowed him to stay in my guest bedroom and I was bringing him some tea after he’d showered and was ready to go to bed but I caught him crying. He pretended he wasn’t but I sat next to him and we talked for hours- I hugged him until he fell asleep (no s**). But something he revealed to me shattered my heart- he said that he didn’t feel safe anywhere, not even in his own home. He had been hurt physically, mentally, and s******* (someone kicked his g*******), ever since he’s been on the s** offender registry. That is no life to have- not feeling safe in your own skin. I hope he feels safe at my place, at least.
How would you like to live with the constant fear of death, physical assault, s***** harm, embarassment, damage to your property?

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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.