When I was 11yo, I went to summer camp, and I had a nightly fling with a 13yo boy who was there. We’d meet up in the boys bathrooms, s*** each other’s c****, he would f*** my a** but mine was too little to return the favor then. We’d never met before that summer, I haven’t seen him since. Sometimes I wonder if he jerks off thinking about me, if he feels guilty for the things he might think he forced me into, if he remembers it at all.
