I don't remember exactly when the first contact happened, but it was a certainly in the third grade. It was a new school year now, and we had become even more tight knit over the summer. We'd collected so much information on sex, downloaded and even color-printed pictures. I still remember that the first naked woman I ever saw was Anna Nicole Smith's Playboy Centerfold. Eventually it became too much to internalize. But it would still be a while before our relationship would cross into territory more ‘dangerous' than that. Nevertheless, one night we were talking about girls and sex and kissing. Like all of our conversations, it was about theory, rather than practice. But after talking about my neighbor, Meaghan, whom Matt liked (and was certainly hot), Matt looked at me and strained to share his thoughts.

"What do you think that's like? You know, Frenching a girl?"

"I dunno," I replied. "Probably like Frenching a guy," I joked.

"Well," Matt shyly replied. "That's what I'm kinda thinking."

There was a pause while I processed the statement and thought for a moment about first his logic, then once realized, about his comment's inherent inference.

"You want to French kiss me?" I asked quizzically, partly surprised and scared and partly extremely curious. We were, after all, quite young and years from realistically kissing anyone. My curiosity was never about kissing a male, but just kissing. Today men almost never do anything for me, but there is the occasional one. I also really like a beautiful transsexual girl. But when it came to everything that would come of this kiss, I was more than anything, drawn to my friend Matt.

"I just want to know what it's like to lick another person's tongue. I mean, don't you?"

"Yeah," I responded, "but its gonna be a long time before we can do that."

"It doesn't have to be," Matt said with a grin.

We were spending the night at his house that night. Unlike the 2 twin beds at my house, sleeping over at Matt's meant sharing his double bed. I don't remember if it was summer, or if it was just hot in the room, but I recall having this conversation atop the covers, Matt wearing nothing but boxers and me in only white briefs. I saw his gaze fall to my groin and stiffening cock, and as I looked at his smooth chest and pouty lips, my body said yes.

"Okay. Like how?" I asked.

"Just lean in and kiss me like in the movie then open your mouth and put out your tongue."

I saw the potential in this ‘line of inquiry' for the long term. I never saw it as kissing a guy. It wasn't gay. It just was. Truth be told, Matt and I would almost never kiss in the long run, but there would be exceptions to that, and like any physical relationship, ours too would begin with a kiss.

So that night, we adjusted ourselves in Matt's bed, and as he slid his arms under mine and took hold of my shoulders, I put my right hand on his left hip and my left hand scooped around Matt's head. We looked into each other's brown eyes, and our arms tightened on one another, both of us subconsciously pulling on the other. The gap between us quickly disappeared, and we both shook with fear and excitement.

"Just kiss me, then when our lips are together, open your mouth and stick out your tongue," Matt said in a broken whisper, his voice failing him for a moment. "Then rub your tongue against mine and I'll do the same."

I was barely able to respond, and only managed a very minimal nod to the affirmative. I liked the feel of his soft smooth body, and his hair between my fingers. My eyes darted around for a moment, stopping on his pink nipples before snapping back upwards as our lips met. I stared into Matt's eyes as my mouth opened to meet his wandering tongue. As our mouths intermingled, I felt his pouty lips on mine, and his arms holding me tightly close to him. I held his head against mine, and we sat on top of the covers, dressed only in underwear kissing in the dim light for a short while.

I remember how odd it felt, rubbing tongues like that. In the moment it almost felt more clinical than sexual, but it was a learning experience. Not only that, but it allowed me to figure out how to kiss very early. In many ways, I didn't think of it as kissing Matt but just practicing kissing. Nevertheless, we ventured and gained from the experience. I thought it was cool that I'd already French kissed at just 9 years old. But I knew that my lust for experimentation wouldn't be satisfied for years, and that was because it would be years before I'd be able to date.

Over that year we learned a great bit more about sex. We began obtaining more porn from the internet and being exposed to more things. The world of things sex-related was mind boggling to us and we just kept wanting more. It still hadn't occurred to either of us however that we could try things other than a kiss together. But as our bodies began maturing, we not only began dealing with being horny, but the burden of being visibly aroused too. Matt often wore gym shorts, and I started to see a bulge form in his pants when we looked at porn together. His erections were not alone. Likewise I too was starting to have to struggle to conceal my hardon. After a while though, I liked seeing the bulge in his shorts. It meant he enjoyed the pictures I'd found, and so I started to let my guard down.

Behind my house was a large forest sprawling out in all directions. Often when Matt came over, we would explore those woods all day. As a result, it was common to take a piss out there rather than return to the house. I remember once going back to a spot we'd been earlier in the day to retrieve something once, and returning to find Matt relieving himself. I could see him well, but I knew he couldn't see me. I froze and tried to conceal myself a bit. I don't know why I wanted to watch him, but I did, and so I crouched down and did so.

Matt stood with his waistband folded down. His dick was slung over the elastic and his black pubic hair was easily visible. His penis looked exactly like mine. It was about 4.5" long and circumcised. Something about seeing it made me want to touch it, but I just rubbed my own rock hard (now) dick and watched the stream of yellow liquid pour out. It was the first time I realized that I wanted to do more than just kiss my best friend. He quickly finished and put his 10-year-old-sized penis away, and I resumed my approach.