The first time I kissed a boy when I was 9, and he was my best friend, and moved to America. So it was a goodbye kiss. I asked him if someone were to tell him, "I love you" but was afraid of what he would say. He told me, he wouldn't want to change our friendship in the world. We cherished it. So even if I confessed my feelings to him, I was happy to say goodbye, he took it quite well. We are best friends and like brothers.
The first time I actully kissed a girl when I was 14. I didn't know her, and her mom died, so in the "family room" of the funeral home, she was sitting there crying her eyes out, and I didn't want anything to do with her. Though my dad thought I needed a girlfriend, and he kept telling her that I like her. I told her, I don't, she ignores that comment and then kisses me.
First contact with female's lips was the most revolting experience in the world. After a few seconds I got a fowl taste in my mouth, and vomited. She was covered in it, and my dad watched this whole scene happened, and he left quietly to talk with the rest of her family. I told her I didn't like her, and kissing girls make me vomit. I like guys. I yelled that out aloud, and my dad heard every word, and that's when I realized I told a bunch of strangers and my dad, I'm gay. I was scared, and I stayed in my room all day.
When my dad came in, his reaction was great. He didn't care. He just told me that he was proud of me for telling him because he knew it wasn't easy. Even if that was the most worst time in my life, also it was the most sweet momery that I have with my dad.