I had my first same-sex experience pretty much because of my mom. My mom and dad had been divorced for a couple of years, and mom and I had just moved to a new house. I met another boy who was my own age. He was kind of shy and quiet like me, and the two of us really hit it off and liked each other a lot. After a few weeks, my mother made a sort of teasing remark about the two of us having a "crush" on each other. Of course I was embarrassed, and told her that we weren't Gay. She said that she knew that, and how it wasn't odd or "Gay" for friends to develope feelings for each other, and that she didn't see anything wrong with that, even if it was a romantic kind of attraction.
Like I said, I was pretty self-conscious about it. I mentioned it to Bryan, and he self-consciously said how it did seem like we had a "crush" on each other. I couldn't disagree with that. We kind of talked about it, saying how it didn't mean that we were Gay, just that we liked each other a lot as friends. Thn we laughed about what it would be like if we were a little amorous with each other. So for fun, we kissed. It wasn't strange at all, like we mighthave thought, but really nice. So we made out a littl bit and really enjoyed doing that as friends and as boys together.
The next day we made out some more and we both started getting turned on. So we took off our clothes and played with each other's erection, and masturbated each other. That was really great. We both really liked the sex, of course, but we also really liked being intimate with one another and it seemed so incredibly romantic. After that, we started having these really romantic and amourus sessions, laying naked on my bed, making out and masturbating each other. Finally we decided to try having intercourse. We didn't have a condom, although we felt safe enough with each other not to be concerned about that. I slid my erection into his butt and fucked him until I ejaculated. It felt so incredible putting my sperm into him. Then he fucked me and did the same thing, and I loved it.
My mother pretty much knew what we were doing, and had nom problems with it. Thinking back, maybe she was happy because she didn't have to worry about me doing that with a girl. Anyway, Bryan and I had a Gay-friendship that lasted all throughout school before it evntually ended. I still have very good and warm memories of that time, althopugh I never did become Gay either because of it.