I'm not sure what I should do about something that happened 10 years ago. Back in high school I was a member of the school's alliance club where I met Brandon who was also in several of my classes as well. The club included members who were straight, gay or bisexual. Brandon and I were never best friends but we did get along and in my opinion became friends. He was more the intellectual type and I was more of the athletic type, but we had similar tastes in music and in films and we were the same age too. We got along well. He even came to some of my soccer games and I attended some of his band performances at school. In our history class we were paired up as partners on a world war two assignment. I think we had two or three weeks to work on it I can't remember exactly since it was a decade ago, I remember we worked on our project on the weekends because both of us were not able to work on it during the week days due to the fact we were too busy with other commitments. He slept at my house on those weekends where we worked on our assignment. Anyway long story short, he gave me several hand jobs and several blow jobs on those weekends. We never spoke about it and pretty much pretended like it never happened. We continued to be friends and both graduated together and went on to different colleges. After high school, he had several boyfriends and I had several girlfriends and we went on with our lives. We remained in touch throughout these years but we never spoke about what happened when we were both 15. To be honest none of what happened meant anything to me. We were young teenagers back then and I wrote it off as us being two young kids who were not thinking. I assumed it also meant nothing to him too. The past was the past as far as I was concerned. Well the past came knocking yesterday when I ran into Brandon at the mall, and he shocked me when he asked me if I remembered the weekends 10 years ago. We have kept in touch over the years and he never once brought the subject up until yesterday which really felt awkward. Of course I remembered those weekends. How do you forget something like that, especially since he was the first person to ever give me a blow job and also the first person to give me a hand job. I didn't start dating girls until I was 16 so yes I remembered those weekends. But why bring this stuff up a decade later? It felt so awkward that I brushed him off and told him I was pressed for time and couldn't chat. I felt bad about brushing him off because he really is a nice guy. I don't understand why after a decade he would bring the past up out of nowhere. I'm not ashamed of the past. It meant nothing to me. I never blamed him in my mind and never will. If anyone is to blame for the past it's me because I never stopped it and I let it happen. It doesnt really matter, it's the past and I don't regret it and it didn't change the friendship. I'm just confused why bring the past up now after all these years? What's the point? What do I do? Do I agree to talk to Brandon now that he's asked? Am I a shitty friend if I don't? What do I do?