I remember my first kiss with another boy quite clearly, though some of the finer details have faded into the haze of the years passed since. We were ...uilding a den in a haystack in a barn together. He was a year older than me and my guess is I was around nine or ten. The den was coming along really nicely. Private, secret, with a hidden entrance leading into a short tunnel under the bales that led into the little chamber we had opened out, then covered using lengths of timber and a few bales. A combat soldier who isn’t afraid of death doesn’t get a medal; he gets a psychiatric evaluation. If he survives. Bravery isn’t not being afraid; it’s going forward when you’re scared shitless. Second, life is much more frightening than death.”“Well, I’m not going forward; I’m hanging on. This is a great place in my life, really.”“I must have scarred you horribly,” Dad said. “There was a time when there were two things I wanted, you and she, and Delta Force. I could only have one of them.” It. My name is Kyle and I'm a white boy. I have brownish-black hair and brown eyes. I'm one of the nicest guys you'd ever meet, although people take advantage of that sometimes. I'm bi and have a rather average body. I'm tall but, compared to my friends, I'm short. The type of boys I get attracted to, are white boys. I'm not a racist but black boys turn me off. I'm especially attracted to blonde white boys and if they have blue eyes that's an added bonus for me. But the most thing about a boy that. "Has the party gotten better? You hooking up?" I teased."No way. Nothing but skanks here." Conner answered."Fuck you Conner." Came a girl's voice."Not you Gloria." He called out.I laughed. "I wish you were here." Me too." I'd suck your dick." I'm gonna call Uber." He said."I'm not stopping you." I giggled."Hey, I'm needed on the table Mol." He said.I frowned. Beer Pong was better than a blowjob?"I'll talk to you in a bit." He followed before I could say anything. "You are going down!" He roared.