I guess that my memories of when I was kid are probably not a whole lot different than that of many people. I had a really good friend, and his mother and my mother, both divorced, were good friends. My friend was Italian, he had dark hair, dark eyes and darker skin, and I thought that he was very good looking. I actually did feel attracted to him, which I didn't feel strange about. It wasn't like I was normally attracted to other boys, just to him. And he seemed kind of attracted to me. Anyway, his mother would come over and have coffee with my mother, and they would sit in the kitchen and talk. His mother looked very Italian too, and was very good looking. So was my mom, who was slender, with blond hair. Well, wehn his mother would leave, my mom and her would always kiss on the lips. I didn't think that was exactly strange, although I did think that his was pretty personal for them to do that. Like I said, he and I really liked each other a lot, which was obvious. Our mothers teased us about this, hinting that it was romantic. Of course we were embarrassed, and it was like, EWWW! But privately, we both knew that it was kind of true, and we liked that.
Since we saw our moms kissing on the lips like they did, as friends, he and I decided one day to try doing the same. We touched our lips together, and it was kind of nice doing that. We tried this a few times, and just naturally started to become more adventurous, and we did some more open mouth kind of wet kisses, all the while, holding each others hands. I remember thinking how neat it was getting to be romantic with him like this, and apparently he had no problems in being that way with me. I finally told him how good looking that I thought he was, and he told me that he thought I was very good looking too, and we admitted that we really did like each other as boys. That is, in a way that neither of us would have normally liked another boy. It was so pleasing to be open with each other, and so special. We talked about our mothers, and the two of them kissing like they did, and we wondred if they weren't romantic as friends. We both thought that this was kind of amusing.
My friend knew more about romance and stuff than I really did, and he said if our mothers did like each other that way, how they would probably be naked in bed together, because that's what people did. Of course we had no idea if they ever did anything like that or not. But it was a kind of enticing idea, and we talked about our getting naked and being in bed together. So one day we tried doing that. It gave us both an erection, and we masturbated each other, which was absolutely wonderful.
The two of us had this secret romance for about the next two years. Then, as we got older, that just sort of naturally faded between the two of us, although we remained friends all through school. I never did find out if his mother and my mother were actually being homosexually romantic, although I suspect that maybe they were, and just being very discrete about it like he and I were.