When I was fifteen, I had a romantic affair with another boy. The two of us went to different schools, and we met at a sporting event. We sort of hit it off and thought that maybe we could get together sometime. So a couple of weeks later we did and got together to spend the day. We got talking and really enjoying each other's company. It was kind of exciting discovering these great freindly feelings, and we both really liked that. Neither of us thought anything of it at first, except that it was great. We called each other a couple of times during the week, and then we got together that next Saturday. We were both very eager to see each other, and the analogy was very much the same as liking a girl. We were both aware of there being this sort of mutual attraction between us, and we were a little self-conscious about it, but at the same time it was fun to let it show a little bit. Cautiously, of course, and with neither of us wanting to look like we were gay or anything.
It was cold out, but we went walking in the park, and we sat on one of the benches. Because it was nice being together, we talked about that a little bit, admitting how nice it was and how much we liked each other. It was pretty obvious that we were both feeling very much the same way. Nobody was around and the park was deserted, so we sat there letting our legs and shoulders touch, with neither of us minding. Finally we started to get cold and it was time for us to leave and go home, which neither of us necessarily was in a rush to do. We said how great it was being together and then we lokked at each other, and because it simply seemed okay and like something nice to do, we kissed. We were both a little embarrassed, but we thought it was neat doing that together as friends and as boys. It just seemed so incredibly special.
When we got together that next weekend, we were both all grins about our having kissed. Sort of just for fun, again in the park with nobody around, we did a just for fun, playful friendly kiss. Again, it felt so wonderful doing that. He invited me over to his house, so we went there. Nobody was home, so it was this perfect opportunity for us to have a private moment together. Right away, we kissed and did so quite passionately. Having gotten started, we went upstairs to his room and climbed on the bed, and started making out. We talked about how nice it would feel being naked together, so we got undressed and kissed and touched and caressed, and eventually we enjoyed a mutual masturbation session. It was so wonderful doing all of this together.
We continued to have a romantic affair like this for the entire next year until his family moved out of state. After that, I never had any interest to be with another boy. It was just one of those special friendships that had nothing whatsoever to do with being gay, and that because of the entire gay movement that boys are quite unable to enjoy without worrying about that. This now seems to be a lost pleasure of friendship for boys - and for girls, and all friends really, that is being unrelaitstically denied and goes unrecognized. Oh ... only for equlity and true freedom of thought and expression.