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My best friend and me were really good friends from childhood. we both are male but we spent together a lot of time. last week he said he loves me. I thought he is emotional but he said he is a gay and want to be my life partner. I’m not sure about it how someone can be so secretive when I talked in deeply he had said his feelings changed every night he dreams he is sleeping with me in my arms. he said he will kill himself if I didn’t accept him. He is orphan so I don’t want him to suffer I have started living with him like couples he had sifted to my bedroom he don’t touch me in awkward ways he is nice so last night before sleeping he said he wants to hug me I have hugged him and after a moment I have lost mu control and we did it he was a Virgin when I penetration in him he cried I too satisfied him by kisses and h******* we did twice I felt guilt after it but happiness too that I have someone who respect me. I just wanted to know what I must do to make him happy and smiling.

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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.