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I just lost my virginity to my guy friend. We were going to meet up earlier today but his parents unexpectedly stayed home. We almost called it off but he suggested we watch a movie at his place. It was kinda awkward because of our ruined plans to f*** while his parents were away and because his parents were upstairs. Eventually we his mom left and his dad went into the garage to smoke. It started off as just a quick b****** but both of us were really h****. We used a condom but when he was close I let him finish in my mouth. He really doesn’t know what he likes but I still made him c**. We’re not in a relationship. It really hurt at first which was not bad for me. I really get off on pain. It started to feel less painful after a little bit. So I asked him to pull my hair. I am really glad I lost my virginity to him.

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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.