Actually I should title this "First Kisses" because there are several memorable first kisses as I look back on a long and mostly happy life.1. My first teenage kiss with a girl.
2. The first time my wife-to-be and I kissed.
3. The first time a gay man kissed me.
4. The first time I really wanted to taste the kiss of another man.
5. Other kisses and expressions of affection.
So jumping toward the end of the list, let's focus on #4, the first time I really wanted to taste the kiss of another man.
It was on a mountainside. A straight friend and I were jogging. We both stopped to catch our breath and because we were both breathing heavily and standing close to each other and trying to talk while gasping for air, I inadvertantly captured one of his large exhalations in one of my deep inhalations. It was warm and wonderful. There was no hint of anything artificial. No trace of mouthwash or toothpaste, but nothing unappealing either. That breathing in of his breath was neither sweet nor offensive in any way, but I loved it. It was just his breath: warm, pure and affirming. But it had the power to forever freeze that moment in time. I wanted more of that taste, and I suppose a kiss would have been a natural next step for me if he had not been a straight man. It was probably as close to a kiss as I will ever enjoy with him. And you know what? That's OK. As his friend and as a married man that's as it should be.
And what about #5? These are stories of kisses and hugs between friends and family that are to be savored and held sacred.
This was cool... breathing in his breath.
ReplyDeleteThere are lots of kisses. What I want to know more about is kiss type #3. :)
I've also had at least three #3 types.
ReplyDelete3.1 When I was a child and didn't know at the time about the sexual preference of this new member of the family who seemed to show a particular interest in me.
3.2 Twenty years ago when I was so sure that Evergreen would make cure me.
3.3 In the calendar year 2009.