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When I Was A Kid
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Gay Male / 26
Not So Sappy
When I was fourteen I had a sort of gay thing with another boy and it was really because of my mom. There was a boy, in school, Danny, who lived close to me and we were sort of friendly. He was nice enough, although in a way I thought that he was a little bit of a fem.
It was the end of summer and he came over to my house a couple of times and my mom met him and thought that he was very nice and she even said sort of cute. I said how he made me kind of uncomfortable because he was awfully chummy and liked to touch my arm and shoulder and things, and I mentioned how I thought that he might be gay.
My mom said that I was just being too sensitive and told me that there was nothing wrong two boys being “friendly” – as she put it, and how that didn’t mean that they were gay even if they were more romantically inclined in how they liked each other. I was surprised and suspicious and asked if she wouldn’t think it was weird if I did something like kiss another boy. My mom just blew it off and said how she wouldn’t be shocked or think that I was gay or anything.
Well, I thought about this, and thought that maybe I was being overly sensitive. Over the next couple of weeks Danny and I started to spend more time hanging out together and we talked. We talked about girls and he admitted that he liked girls, just that he thought they were sort of a pain and too pushy, and I had to agree with that. Then he said how he just felt more comfortable being with another boy and how just liked that. To me that just sounded like being friends and not gay, so I began to loosen up and feel more comfortable with him. It was the start to a sort of closeness between us which was nice.
Danny wore sandals, which I never did, just being too shy, I guess. But he made it look neat so I got a pair of sandals and started wearing them and liked it. Even my mom was a little surprised and said how nice I looked. There was a lot of undeveloped land around where we lived and Dann yI would go walking around there. One day when we were, we stopped and sat. While we were sitting there together, I remembered what my mom had said about two boys kissing. That just popped into my mind and I was sort of wondering about that nad I was wondering about what it would like to kiss another boy. It was not something that I had ever thought about before. But Danny and I were sitting there and I got this imprerssion that he wouldn’t mind kissing. My impression was apparentyly right, because we looked at one another, and we leaned close and we kissed.
It wasn’t much of a kiss really, we just let our lips touch. But it was enough to be telling. Hen we both looked somewhat self-conscious for having done that and we talked some more. Not about kissing. About anything but that. S we continued to sit there, in my mind, it was sort of like – all right, now we did that, so what next? I suppose sitting there and working up our nerve we kissed again and this time we let it be quite romantic and that was nice. It just established what we were both thinking.
Over the next few days we kissed some more and we both really liked doing that together. Then later, when we were at Danny’s house one morning, and nobody else was there, we kissed and he said how it would be fun getting naked and doing that. So we bravely did, and it felt so good having an erection together. We kissed and made out and we jacked each other off and that was great.
Around that time my mom kind of got the idea that there was something going on between Danny and me, and she asked. I admitted that there sort of was. My mom was perfectly all right with that.
So Danny and I started having this secret boy-romance. School started and Danny and I continued when we could. Sexually we started doing more together and then we butt fucked each other and that was so significant and meaningful. More than either of us had been expecting it to be and we really found ourselves becoming lovers.
Well, that was twelve years ago and Danny I and are still together, living together now and have been for some time, and neither of us have been happier. So sometimes those “sappy” stories can be quite significant.
It was the end of summer and he came over to my house a couple of times and my mom met him and thought that he was very nice and she even said sort of cute. I said how he made me kind of uncomfortable because he was awfully chummy and liked to touch my arm and shoulder and things, and I mentioned how I thought that he might be gay.
My mom said that I was just being too sensitive and told me that there was nothing wrong two boys being “friendly” – as she put it, and how that didn’t mean that they were gay even if they were more romantically inclined in how they liked each other. I was surprised and suspicious and asked if she wouldn’t think it was weird if I did something like kiss another boy. My mom just blew it off and said how she wouldn’t be shocked or think that I was gay or anything.
Well, I thought about this, and thought that maybe I was being overly sensitive. Over the next couple of weeks Danny and I started to spend more time hanging out together and we talked. We talked about girls and he admitted that he liked girls, just that he thought they were sort of a pain and too pushy, and I had to agree with that. Then he said how he just felt more comfortable being with another boy and how just liked that. To me that just sounded like being friends and not gay, so I began to loosen up and feel more comfortable with him. It was the start to a sort of closeness between us which was nice.
Danny wore sandals, which I never did, just being too shy, I guess. But he made it look neat so I got a pair of sandals and started wearing them and liked it. Even my mom was a little surprised and said how nice I looked. There was a lot of undeveloped land around where we lived and Dann yI would go walking around there. One day when we were, we stopped and sat. While we were sitting there together, I remembered what my mom had said about two boys kissing. That just popped into my mind and I was sort of wondering about that nad I was wondering about what it would like to kiss another boy. It was not something that I had ever thought about before. But Danny and I were sitting there and I got this imprerssion that he wouldn’t mind kissing. My impression was apparentyly right, because we looked at one another, and we leaned close and we kissed.
It wasn’t much of a kiss really, we just let our lips touch. But it was enough to be telling. Hen we both looked somewhat self-conscious for having done that and we talked some more. Not about kissing. About anything but that. S we continued to sit there, in my mind, it was sort of like – all right, now we did that, so what next? I suppose sitting there and working up our nerve we kissed again and this time we let it be quite romantic and that was nice. It just established what we were both thinking.
Over the next few days we kissed some more and we both really liked doing that together. Then later, when we were at Danny’s house one morning, and nobody else was there, we kissed and he said how it would be fun getting naked and doing that. So we bravely did, and it felt so good having an erection together. We kissed and made out and we jacked each other off and that was great.
Around that time my mom kind of got the idea that there was something going on between Danny and me, and she asked. I admitted that there sort of was. My mom was perfectly all right with that.
So Danny and I started having this secret boy-romance. School started and Danny and I continued when we could. Sexually we started doing more together and then we butt fucked each other and that was so significant and meaningful. More than either of us had been expecting it to be and we really found ourselves becoming lovers.
Well, that was twelve years ago and Danny I and are still together, living together now and have been for some time, and neither of us have been happier. So sometimes those “sappy” stories can be quite significant.
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