One Special Summer

The summer that I was fifteen I had a gay affair with my best friend, Josh. It was not that either of us was gay, it was just something that worked out between the two of us.

It was just great having this male side to our friendship and we both thoroughly enjoyed that.

My mom kind of suspected and she just asked me if the two of us were doing something together, and I admitted that we were. She had absolutely no problem with that. Josh, though, said that his parents would never approve, especially his father, so he had to keep it a secret from them. Still, we were discrete about it, but when we were together we didn’t necessarily bother to hide it, either. When we went out we even did things like hold hands and we kissed in the park and people saw us and we thought that was kind of bold and neat just being boys like that together.

But because my mom knew and was accepting of Josh and I having this boy-affair, we were free to go over to my house while she was at work and we would have sex. It was just so cool and felt so good doing that together as boys and we both loved it.

Our affair lasted about a year. Then we both started dating and we tapered off and eventually it just ended. Now, though, looking back some twenty years later, that was a very special and wonderful summer in my life and I have great memories of it. Neither of became gay because of our experience, and I find myself surprised that I had been so openly gay with another boy. But it was wonderful.