Thinking Back

When I was a kid there was a boy in my class whose family was Italian background. He had dark hair and eyes and was really cute, and all of the girls thought so.
The two of us started to become friends. He was kind of shy, and now looking back I guess you would call him something of a fem. But we hit it off and really liked each other, which was pretty neat and when we were together, discretely, we would be quite chummy with each other.
One day he asked me if I wanted to kiss him. I was surprised and he very calmly said that was what people did when they liked each other. So we kissed and it was pretty neat doing that as friends. So after that, in private, we started being quite romantic together.
Then he said how it would be special and nice to be naked together. So we took off our clothes, and we both got an erection which felt really good having together. We kissed and played with each other’s penis and we managed to masturbate one another and that was really great and very satisfying. We did this several times, and then he told me that when one boy really liked another, that he stuck his dick into the other boy’s butt. I wasn’t too sure about this, but I did that with him and we actually had sex. He loved it and so did I.
I think that we were the old kids in the sixth grade to be having sex. He told me that his mother knew that we liked each other and that she was fine with that. My mom of course had no idea.
The two us remained lovers all throughout junior high. Then I started becoming interested in girls and eventually we just sort of drifted apart.
I still think of him to this day and wonder how he is doing and what he is doing. I was married and now I’m divorced, and sometime I think how it would be nice getting back together with him. I really have no desire to be gay, it’s just that I did really enjoy my friendship with him, and I suppose the love we shared. Alas!
So Bobby ... if you are out theerand read this ... call me.