The story of a boy coming to terms with being gay through a sexual relationship with a childhood friend.
Every time we kissed, it tasted like Cheetos. Whether at age 9 or 15, it was always Cheetos.
The first boy I kissed was a family friend. From the ages of 8-16, then again at 19 we were heavily involved. I first met him when I was 8 and he was 7. Our parents were friends so I was at his house quite a bit.