#kissing fairies
Secrets you can relate to having been a shy, delicate schoolboy.
Your first kiss, was with another boy……
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With the onset of puberty, our bodies becoming so effeminate as to match our temperament, thus alienating us from the other boys, we shy friends understandably gravitated towards each other’s company. I remember our first sleepover, and how it just naturally happened, our first kiss.
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The mythical island, where insecure boys indulge in forbidden same-sex passion, and girls are forever forgotten!
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Sweet Memories. We were so terrified if our friends would found out about what would do when they weren’t around. Whole summers we spent, deliriously exploring each other’s mouths.
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Gay Teen Magazine: Are you a “Glamour Boy”?
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We introverted boys made for the best BFFs
When the other boys were playing sports over at the park, myself and the other introverted boy often were left at home with the girls, and they always wanted us to play spin the bottle. When finally agreed to play,we were faced repeatedly with the same dare, for us boys to kiss. Upon countless refusals, we finally gave in.
Much to the girls utter delight, lost in eachothers embrace, we tenderly yet passionately kissed for what ended up to be the whole evening. Among the silence, could be head the girls excited whispers, “I think they are falling in love!”
The other boys often questioned what myself and the other introverted boy got up to when we declined the offer to join them for a session of football over the park, remaining at home. We couldn’t tell them what we really did. For boys aren’t supposed to be interested in playacting weddings. More so, no boy would even dream of playing the part of a bride, let alone wearing a wedding dress. My mother, a dress maker, thought we were adorable, making us up perfectly in her dresses before playing the part of the priest. At first it was a simple kiss on the cheek and soon enough we were heavily making out. Mother knew where this was going and on one occasion after we exchanged our vows, she informed my friend that she had called his mother to ask whether he could remain the night. Mother was to sleep on the couch whilst myself and my friend were to stay in her bedroom for our “honeymoon”.
The next morning, we boys gliding happily hand in hand down the stairs, met mother in the kitchen. We blushed as she announced, “It is safe to say after all that noise you lovers made last night, chances are that I am going to be a grandmother!”
