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I’ve taken the virginity of my best friends girlfriend before they got together. I’ve told them it’s no big deal, but am secretly gleeful over this. It happened when she was drunk and I followed her to her home. We did it in her sleeping room where she grew up. I asked her if she wanted to f***, got between her legs and did her all night long. It hurt for her, she was sore, and afterwards I watch her pee in the bathroom while trying to get out my c**. It might be a horrible thing to say, but I’m proud to have stretched open her p****, and I often think that when they have a personal and emotional moment, while he lies next to her p****, I already made sure it smelled a little like fish … Am I a horrible person?

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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.