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So I sucked his d*** for the first time yesterday
And then he ate me out and fingered me and f***** hit my g spot and it felt f****** amazing and I think I almost orgasmed lmao
I love him
But not because of all that stuff
Sure it’s a major perk but I actually f****** love him
I used to have trouble differentiating between feeling butterflies because a certain someone was holding my hand or just because someone was holding my hand
Does that make sense?
But now, I get butterflies when he just looks at me in a certain way
And I always want it to be him
I want it to be him whenever my phone notifications go off
And I want it to be him when I hear someone walk in the room
I want it to be him who takes me for the first time
And I know it’s him who I’ve loved for the first time

So yeah
A first experience

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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.