Last year I started to become friends with a guy who was a couple of years younger than me, and also single. I would describe our friendship as just being casual, but we both enjoyed each other's company. Maybe because we didn't really know each other all that well, it was easier to be sort of chummy. Or at least I found it to be so with him, and it was never awkward or like a big deal. Then one day, about after we had known each other for about a month, he had come over, and we were in the kitchen together fixing coffee. As we took it into the living room, there was a kind of uninhibited chummy moment where I slipped my arm around behind him as we did that. Well, we sat down on the sofa, and as we started to have our cofee, he said something about how much he appreciated my friendship and how comfortable he felt with me. I pretty much told him the same thing, and somewhat modestly in reference to my having put an arm around his waist - and not for the first time, said how that was obvious. Then he said how he wasn't gay, and didn't even think of himself as being bisexual, but admitted that sometime he liked being close to another guy as friends, and how he found that quite nice on occasion. Self-consciously I told him that I had never really been "close" like that with another guy, although I did say how I felt comfortable with him. Once more there was this chummy chemistry between us, so we hugged and held one another, and while we doing that, we ended up kissing.
Normally I would never have done anything like that. In fact, I would have found it sort of repulsive. With him, though, and right then, it seemed very pleasurable being that expressive with one another, and quite natural. I actually liked how it felt having his lips against mine. We sat there and admitted how nice it was with each other, and we discussed how romantically appealing it was. We kissed some more, allowing it to be quite openly amorous. That was all that happened. Afterwards, I thought about it and decided that I really hadn't minded our being close as guys. Several days later when we got back together, we were both a tiny bit self-conscious over our playfulness, and found it amusing. We kissed, looked at one another, and kissed some more, and we sort jokingly mentioned how we could always spend a couple of pleasant hours together in bed. Without making a big deal out of it, we went to bedroom, got undressed, and enjoyed being nakedly loving.I had never thought of myself as ever wanting to do this with another guy, but I found it to be so pleasingly male in a way that was wonderful to experience. I also found myself with the desire not to hold back, and we ended up doing all sorts of things that I was sure that I would never do with another guy, but that were all so wonderful. After our first time, many more soon followed and we became as sexually intimate as we could and was possible. That was wonderful, too.
I didn't question if I was gay and had just never known it. To me, I was just enjoying a personal male friendship, and that was basically how he saw it, too. So we never have wooried about that aspect, and instead we have ethoroughly enjoyed being ffiends and lovers since that time.