The single sexual encounter in my mid teens (maybe 14, 15): I confessed my sexuality (then-"illness") to a gay dude. His reaction was really sweet - he told me I was a good person and he loved me anyways and that he didn't think anyone deserved to be hated for something they didn't choose. I was so grateful to have a friend who didn't care I was a pedo that I offered him a favour - jokingly, but when he told me he actually had a long-time crush on me and asked if I was serious, I didn't turn him down. It was extremely weird and I wasn't "into it" at all, but I don't regret it. (He was a good friend and I was glad to do something nice for him.)