This is something which I have never told anyone. When I was a kid, there was another boy from school who lived close to me. Lots of times we would end up walking home the same way together. We started to be friendly, and he asked if I wanted to stop over at his house so we could study together. I said sure. So we did hat a few times, and it was okay. He was kind of a nerd, I thought, but he was nice enough, and he did do well in school, so that helped me with studying.
Anyway, one afternoon we were both sitting on the living room floor, and we had our books open and were going over things. Nobody was home at his house at that time, so we could be quite relaxed. As we were sitting there, we started joking about something. I don't remember what exactly, but we were both laughing and shoving our shoulders together. Then we sort of looked at each other, and he slowly leaned forward and he kissed me on the lips. I was startled and didn't know what to say or how to react. He didn't act at all self-conscious or embarrassed about having done that. He just said how he thought that I had looked like I wanted to do that. Well, of course, I was kind of embarrassed. I mean, I just didn't know what to think about kissing another boy. But he was so ordinary and matter of fact about it, that in a way it didn't seem like it was really a big deal. I said something about how I had never done anything like that with another boy, and he told me that he had kind of figured that, but wasn't sure. And, again, told me how he had thought that I had looked like I had wanted to. This surprised me, and I had to wonder if I had really looked that way. I suppose becasue he did act so ordinary about it, that I didn't feel threatened, and in a way I was kind of intrigued. We sat there looking at one another, and then we both leaned toward one another, and we kissed again. This time we let our lips remain together for maybe fifteen or twenty seconds, pressing slightly, and it actually felt quite nice. Once more I was surprised by this, and that I had actually liked it. We did several more small kisses, and then I went home.
The next day when we got together, we were both all smiles about our little romantic interlude. Sort of just for fun, we did some kissing and this time we let it be quite romantic and a little more involved, even though we didn't use our tongues. But our lips were quite wet and that was sort of exciting. After that, we kind of started to have this romantic friendship. We would hug and kiss, although that was all we did. Still, it was so nice to be able to do that with another boy, as I discovered, and I really enjoyed the masculine closeness. This went on for a couple of years between us until his family moved away. I never had the opportunity to try that with another boy, but I had very sweet memories of that time, and still do today, and without worrying about whether or not that somehow meant I was gay. We were just friends.