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So met this girl about year and Half ago.She’s pretty smart and funny but she was already in a serious relationship which I respected.At this point we hang out a lot but I always keep my distance knowing she’s in a relationship. Months go bye and I realize I actually start to care for her more and more,so I “slammed on brakes” by that I mean I stopped texting her or responding. I figured she’ll get pissed yell at me when she sees me and that would be the end. That’s not what happened instead she was incredibly sad which filled me with guilt so I made up a b******* reason why I did not want to be friends with said sorry and made up.Be friends with her again was assuming but I knew at this point I was in love with her.So weeks go by I’m thinking of ways to end this without hurting her or Compromising her relationship.One day she was mad about something and Scowled at me about how she didn’t wanna be bothered so I took this opportunity two in the friendship. Then she got sad again I started blaming herself so Came clean And told her everything about how I felt. Then After a bit of talking and Her telling me she didn’t want to be with me.She said would still like to be friends I didn’t she this coming and now I’m bit confused.

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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.