Hide and go seek

The next time Brad came over to stay the night, we got a little more frisky. We played hide and seek in our basement with some of the other neighbor kids. We had all the lights out so it was pitch black. Brad and I kept managing to hide in the same spot. None of the others figured that out. The game was you had to find the first person your could and then they would give you 60 seconds to go hide and they had to start the search over.

Brad and I had predetermined several hiding spots so when someone would stumble onto our spot, one of us would get "caught" without anyone realizing we were both there and then we would meet up again in the next hiding spot after we found one of the other kids. This went on for 3 hours or so.

It started out with heavy petting and groping... then as the night went on we would unzip and play a little... then suck a little... and then toward the end of the night, we started were cramped in this tight spot and someone was getting closer to finding us. They were right on top of us and we could barely make their silhouette our in the blinking VCR clock light. We crammed ourselves tighter into the corner next to the couch. There was a cough across the room and then we were in the clear. The way we were situated, we were face to face, literally. As though we had planned it, our lips met and we kissed ... just a peck.

Then later on, we got onto the couch when the other kid had gone into the next room to look for someone and we kissed some more. Before I knew it, our lips had parted and we were both engaged in our first french kiss with another boy... his first altogether. It was different from kissing a girl. It's hard to explain and much of it may have been in my head but it was very different. Weird different, at first. Then ok different. Then I want to keep going different. Ultimately, Brad decided he wanted to pull back on that and stick to other things. It was really intimate and I don't think either of us were in the mindset of having feelings for another guy. Somehow, feelings made you gay in our heads but all of the other things we were doing didn't quite register the same way. Before the night was over, we kissed again, but then that was it. It was the one night and I have not since kissed another guy. He was my one and only... and yes, there were some feelings there.

My first "boyfriend"

I didn't really have a lot going on after Brandy. A couple of short lived middle school girlfriends. Then in eighth grade, I met a guy named Brad. If there was a guy I had any kind of real thing with, it was Brad. By now, I was a little more ... ok with what was going on. I had had time to reflect on the previous experiences and was just starting to get comfortable with it being part of who I am.

He had transferred in from another school and didn't seem to be making friends very easily, but he and I hit it off. He would come over to the house and we would walk the streets late at night with my brother and the other neighbor kids... generally causing trouble. Anyway, as we were walking, his hand sort of brushed against my leg a couple times. He was staying the night and when we got home, everyone was asleep.

He was laying next to me in my bed (yeah... didn't think anything of it at the time lol). We were talking and somehow the topic turned to girlfriends and then sex. Neither of us had ever been with a girl. I let my hand brush against his leg for just a second. We talked some more and I felt his hand brush my leg. We talked some more and I just came out with it and asked him if her ever thought he could have a relationship with another guy. His immediate response was "with you".

About three seconds later, my hand was on his crotch. He was hard as a rock. An instant later, his hand was on mine and we were rubbing each other. We both kept rubbing until we came in our pajamas pants. We fell asleep shortly after. Neither of us even bothered to change our pants.

Looking back, it was pretty risky because there was no door on my bedroom and my bed was right next to the door. My parent's room was only a few feet away but they always kept their door closed.

Brandy... My first real girlfriend.... my first kiss.

I was in sixth grade and found myself with a crush on a girl named Amanda. She was a friend of a friend and well out of my league, but I would go to her soft ball games down at the little league park and talk to her after the game. I asked her many times to go out and she always politely declined. One day, I wound up meeting up with her at a house where she was babysitting. She was content to be friends and invited me to stop by.

When I got there, I met her cousin, Brandy who was 2 years younger than me but was held back in first grade so she was in fourth grade. I thought she was really cute. I got her phone number and we talked several times and before long, she was my girlfriend. Amanda was surprised that I had given up on her and told me she was actually thinking about saying yes to me. Oh well.

Fast forward, I walked over to Amanda's house one day to see Brandy (she lived on the other side of town so I only got to see her when she visited her cousin). We talked out in her back yard and when it came time to say goodbye, we decided we both wanted to kiss... it was our first frech kiss, for either of us. Of course, we didn't really know what we were doing at all and as kisses go, we were probably terrible at it lol but at the time, it was amazing. I walked home feeling giddy and light headed. I loved her as much as an 11 year old could. Unfortunately, we later broke up after she found out I was also seeing a friend of hers named Alicia. I never even kissed the girl or did anything more than talk on the phone. It was just one of those silly "will you go with me" things that kids do. I felt terrible and sometimes, I still think about Brandy and that kiss. Yeah.... I messed that one up. I missed her terribly.