Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 00:44:51 -0500 (EST)
From: Ryan Scott <ryanscott@mail.com>
Subject: My Best Friend

My Best friend
By Ryan Scott
(b/m true)

This story is about a relationship between a boy and a man that involves
sex, if you are not interested in that sort of thing then turn the page now.
All of this is true except the names that are used.

His name was Michael. He had lived next store to me for a long time, He was
probably about 7 years old the first time I took notice of him, a beautiful
looking skinny boy with light brown hair and light brown eyes and fair skin
that quickly tanned in the summer.  I had an instant attraction to him, He
was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen, but I knew my limitations. He
was much to young to be a friend of mine. His sister was close to my age, so
occasionally I would stop and talk to her. I always made sure to say hi to
Michael. He was such a cheerful kid, and he was always eager to get in on a
conversation. At this point, I still did not know him very much at all, but
that would soon change. A few years later it was a day in July. He was 10,
and I was 20. I had gotten into this hobby of racing radio control cars.  I
would frequently test drive my cars in front of my house.  This had caught
Mike's attention one day. He came over to check out my car.  Man, at the age
of 10, he could not have been any more perfect, not an ounce of body fat on
him. I am about 5'-9" and he was about shoulder height standing next to me.
I asked him if he wanted to drive my car. He was just thrilled! He loved it,
and every time I came out with the car, he would come over. One day, I told
him I had rented a movie and asked him if he wanted to come over and watch
it with me. He though it was great that I wanted to spend time with him. He
got permission from him mom, and he came over.  Man, I was more excited than
he was. I don't remember what the movie was, but I wasn't watching it
anyway, I was just watching him. He laid on the floor in front of me while I
was sitting in a chair.  This would not do, so I waited for the right
moment, he rolled onto his back for a minute, and I put my foot on his
stomach and jokingly shook him a little. That was all it took. He quickly
grabbed my foot and rolled over pulling me to the floor. I was almost
shaking because I could not believe my luck. I got down with him and started
tickling him, and for the rest of the movie he would occasionally grab my
foot and give me my sign that it was time for me to play with him again.

Now, let me give you a little history on Mike before I go on.  Mike's father
had died of a heart attack when Mike was just 3 years old. He lived with his
38-year-old mother and his 18-year-old sister. His mother was a man hater. I
had also heard rumors that his mother was a lesbian and had been seen though
the window with another woman.  Mike had never had a male role model and his
mother was completely overbearing to him.  Her answer to dealing with Mike
when she felt he was being disobedient was to grab his ears and yank them
until he cried. I witnessed this a few times. It was a real shame. The main
reason she would do this was when he would ague with her. She tried to be a
good mother to him, but he was seriously lacking in some areas. He was a
very nervous kid when I first met him. He always had his fingernails chewed
as short as he could chew them, and he had this habit of twirling his hair
till he was almost yanking it out.  He had very low self-esteem, but a side
from that, he was fairly popular in school and a star soccer player.  It was
like he excelled as long as he was away from home, but the moment he was
home he crawled into a shell. He had no life out side of school, unless it
was soccer season because his mother worked late, and she would not let him
go out wile she was at work.

Back to the story, after this one night of him staying to watch the movie,
we were instantly friends. I took some spare parts from my cars and built
him a car. Soon he was racing at the track with me every weekend.  He would
come over my house during the week to work on his car and we became closer
and closer.  His mother was going to take classes once a week. Mikes' sister
used to baby sit him, but she was away at college now.  One day his mother
told me that the baby sitter could not come and asked me if I would watch
Mike that night. Man, what luck! She had really taken a liking to me, she
could see the positive effects I was having on Mike.  He really was getting
a lot more self-esteem. He was so impressed with himself.  I let him build a
whole rc car himself from scratch, and he was starting to feel like he could
do anything. Something he had never considered before.  He though it was
awesome that I was going to be babysitting him. That night, he was all over
me. We wrestled around a lot and he was having a ball. Later I laid on the
couch watching TV, and he laid on top of me with his head on my chest.
Nothing could have been better. I loved this kid with all my heart.

I want to make something clear before I go on here. Even though I was
attracted to Mike, I had never considered that I would be anything more than
a friend to him. I had never been in a relationship with a boy and I could
have been completely satisfied with this relationship the way it was. He
loved me with all his heart, and that is all I ever needed from him. We had
been friends for about 4 months. And in that short period of time, I became
closer to him than anyone in my whole life. I would live for the next time
that we would be together, it didn't matter what we were doing, we just had
the best time together, and he felt the same way. Sometimes when I would be
coming home from work, he would ride his bike to the furthest point he was
allowed, and he would wait there until he saw me coming. And then race his
bike back to beat me to my house.  I would be in anticipation every day to
see if he would be there waiting for me, and when he was, there was nothing
better!

I started babysitting him more. After a few weeks, I set aside a day for him
and once a week, whether he needed a baby sitter or not, I would go over on
Wednesday night about 8:00 and I would stay till 11:00. His mother would let
him stay up that one night so he would be able to spend time with me. After
about a month of this, this one night would be the beginning of a change in
our friendship. This night as I was laying there with him on top of me as
usual, and he sat up and grabbed the front of my waistband and began to yank
them up saying "backwards wedge!" "backwards wedge!", of course what was I
to do? I flipped him over and grabbed the front of his waistband and did the
same thing to him. This became a game that we started playing. He would
always be the one to start this game, and I began to realize when I would
grab his waistband, that his little dick would already be hard. He wore
sweat pants most of the time, so when I grabbed his waistband my thumbs
would reach in his pants, and his little dick head was hitting my thumbs as
I was pulling up his waist band.  Most of the time, I would be lying on my
back with him on my stomach when this happened.  We were very close, so of
course I said something about it to him.

I said, " I see him, I see that little guy down there."  He just though it
was great that I didn't make a big deal out of it and he looked down as I
held his waistband streached out in front of him. As we were both looking
down at his penis,
I asked him "what's his name?"
he said, "Moby"
I said, "Moby?"
he said, " ya, Moby Dick"  which I thought was pretty funny. He asked me if
mine had a name,
I told him, "Fred"
He Said, "Fred?"
I said, Ya, "Fred Flintston" He laughed at that.
After that day, the wedgy game began to be more frequent. I came over to see
him that Christmas, pretty late if I remember. After I was there a wile, he
said he wanted to show me something in his room.  It was a book that his
mother had gotten him, something about boys hitting puberty or something. I
looked through it a little with him and he was asking me about Orgasms and
Ejaculation and I was explaining it the best I could to him, and I explained
to him how it is normal for guys to jerk off. He asked me "do you do it?"
and I told him "yes" I said that by the time boys are about 12 or 13 that
almost all boys do it. Then I asked him if he did it.
He said, " I didn't do it that way, but when I take a bath, I turn on the
whirl pool and put my dick right in front of the jet and after a wile it
gives me an Orgasm"
Man, just thinking of this was getting me really hard. After talking about
all this stuff, He grabbed my waistband again and yanked them up and said
"backward wedge!" Well, I grabbed him and pulled him on top of me on his
bed, and I grabbed his waistband and this time his little boner was just
throbbing when my thumbs hit it. I said, " Moby is getting pretty excited,"
As I yanked up on his waistband He was making these faces like I was jerking
him off. I couldn't take it anymore, I reached in and grabbed it. It was so
nice, about 3 inches and rock hard. I asked him if it was okay, and he said
,"YES!" I felt him for a couple minutes getting a good feel of his dick and
balls, but my guilty conscience kicked in and I said, " we better go back
down stairs."  Man, I was flying so high, I could not love anyone the way I
loved this kid, but from then on, it was going to be different.

Now when I came over for my next weekly visit, he wanted me to touch him
again. I was week, he was soooo perfect, his mother would always go upstairs
and read wile I was there and me and Mike would sit in the TV room. There
were doors at each end of the room, and after Mikes' mom would go up stairs,
he would get up and close both of the doors. He knew I wouldn't do anything
with them open. Now we started something new. He would lay on my stomach
just like he used to do, but now, after the game got started, he'd pull the
blanket off the top of the sofa over us. I'd push the front of his pants
down under his balls and he placed his bare penis onto my bare stomach and
we would just lay like that sometimes for hours. It felt so good.  It was
flipping me out, Man, to smell the sent of his sweat coming from his hair,
with his head on my chest, and it would get pretty warm with the blanket
over us. I was just in pure bliss. I would almost be cumming just from the
excitement of it all. Before I would go home I would always make shore I
gave him a big hug as I was hanging out the door, and he always had a hard
time letting me go. It was the best feeling to know that he loved me so
much. After I left I had to go home and jerk off. It was just too much for
me to take.

After about a month of this, it was killing me. I was practically exploding
by the time I went home.  I had to figure out how to be alone with him for a
long time. Since we were racing on the weekends. I suggested that he stay at
my house on Friday night so we could get an early start, and it worked. He
got permission to stay over.
Well, it didn't take long until the game got started.  My hand wound up on
his throbbing little dick again. I knew that now I could ask him to do
anything and he would want to do it.  I asked him if he wanted to try
jerking off, and he said "sure", so I started to stroke him. He pulled down
the front of his pants, and this was the first time I got a really good look
at his penis. It stuck strait up towards his belly button and was perfectly
formed and cut. There was no sign of a pubic hair anywhere he was just clean
and smooth. His ball sack was small with two small marble size testicles and
he had the start of a six pack on his belly. His skin on his penis was so
tight that I could barely slide it up and down. He got harder and harder.
And then he got so hard that I think every little vein was bursting out and
his dick started to spasm. He wasn't old enough to cum yet, but he loved the
feeling. He had started to tell me when ever he used the whirl pool to get
off, and he was doing every chance he got to, but this was the first time he
had done it this way. Now I asked him with a little fear in my voice, "would
you do that to me?" and he said "yes!" He had never seen my penis before, I
think he probably felt it a couple times pressing into him, but he had never
seen it. I whipped out my 6 inches, and he could hardly wait to touch it.
Wow did it feel good! He seemed to know exactly what to do, and it wouldn't
take me long to cum. I continued to feel his dick while he was jerking me.
Looking down and seeing this boy in all his perfection with his hand on my
dick, it was too much to handle and it shot like a volcano onto my chest,
one of the biggest loads I ever shot, and his eye's where popping out
watching it! "keep going" "Keep going" I said,   He started to laugh,
because he had never seen anything like that before. He was carefully
studying my penis and the cum on my chest. " That was Cool!" he said. After
I regained my composer, we went back to watching TV and for the rest of the
night I laid on my side with him up against me with my hand cupping  his
dick. I just felt so close to him.

Over the next couple months we became very close. I was wise enough to know
that he had to hang out with kids his own age and I never interfered with
his other friends. I wanted him to enjoy the life that an 11 year old boy
should. I also had to keep hanging with my friends as to not cause any
suspicion about myself. Not that I didn't want to, but Mike was starting to
spend a lot more time with me and that is not so easy to explain. I was
getting to the point that I didn't care, because there was nothing ever in
my life that made me as happy as Mike did. I had been with some of my
friends and played around a little before, but this was different. The love
we shared now was like nothing I had ever experienced before or since.
We eventually got to our maximum point that I could allow between us, and it
went something like this; he came over, and we would stay up and watch TV
for a wile. A lot of times I would lay face down on my bed watching TV with
my fists under my chin, and Mike would lay face down on my back. With his
chin on my shoulder so our ears were almost touching, I absolutely loved
this, that this beautiful boy always wanted to be so close to me. As the
night went on, the lights would go out, and we would both strip naked, Mike
would roll on top of me so our hard dicks would be together, his little
balls sinking between mine. I would rub my hands all over his back and ass.
Then I would sit up and have him lay on his stomach in front of me with his
legs wrapped around my waist. His ass against my stomach, his balls touching
mine. My dick would be sticking strait up between me and him.  I would give
him a good 15 minute back rub occasionally reaching under him to grab his
little dick. Then it was my turn, I would get on my stomach, and he would
sit his ass on my ass straddling me, and he rubbed my back. I would feel his
little dick touching my back when he would reach high to rub my shoulders.
It was really cool! Then I would roll him onto his back and keep my weight
on my elbows and knees as I lay over him. I slowly kissed up from his chest,
then to his neck and finally to his ears and then started to nibble his
ears. This absolutely drove him wild! and he would flap and flail his body
all around and push his dick as hard as he could into my stomach. It was the
greatest! I would do it till he begged me to stop. Then he said to me, " I
hope when I get a girl friend she does that." Then I would start working my
way back down his neck and to his nipple kissing gently and then down to his
belly button and finally I would take his dick in my mouth really slow, and
then I'd take his balls in as well. I'd hear his breathing get a little
harder. Then I would slowly suck him in and out for a wile, Then it was my
turn; I lay on my back. I never asked him to take my cum, and he never did,
he knew when I was getting close and he would stop sucking me then, but it
felt so awesome when he would suck me, surprisingly he got me most of the
way in. Now it was time for both of us to finish in our favorite way. I
would ask him how he wanted to finish, some times he wanted to finish in my
mouth, but this is the way he usually picked. I kept some baby lotion next
to the bed. I put some on my stomach, and then placed my hand just above my
belly button. This left a little hole for him to push his dick into. He
would fuck that hole. My other hand would be rubbing his ass and back and
I'd feel his ass rising up in the air until I would finally feel him press
really hard and then fall on me, " man it was awesome". Then I let him lay
there for a minute to pull it together and I would be just hugging him tight
for a wile. Now it was my turn. And I swear there is nothing as good as
this. I did the same thing to him. He laid on his back, I didn't need any
lube, or his hand. I just put my dick on his perfectly tight smooth stomach
and started pumping. After about a minute, there would be enough precum to
lube everything up, and he would be rubbing my back and occasionally squeeze
my ass until I shot it all over his stomach and chest. I would just stay
there for a minute or two feeling the hot cum between our bodys, and he
would wrap his arms around me tight. Then I would take some socks and clean
him up. And we would just cuddle the rest of the night.

I am sure that Mike would have done more if I wanted to, but I never had
even considered anything more. It didn't take much to make me happy, I was
just glad that we were friends. I would always make it a point to tell him
that if he ever changed his mind and he didn't want to do these things
anymore I would understand and I would never be mad at him if he wanted to
stop.  I told him I loved him for who he was and not because of these things
we did together. He would tell me that it was okay and he wanted to do it.

As time went on, sometimes it was me who started things and sometimes it was
him. I sometimes would have a glass with ice in it next to my bed, and I
would quickly pull down his pants and stick the freezing glass on his balls
and hold it there. He didn't give me much resistance, but he would pretend
that he was fighting me a little. Some times when I would be driving back
from racing, he would start reaching over in the car and grabbing me. I
would tell him, "you know what's going to happen if you keep doing that!" He
knew that it meant when we got home we were going to have some fun together.

This is what it was like for about the next 9 months, and we managed to get
together about 3 times a week. Not always to the existent of what I just
told you about, but it was always exciting. Mike had the greatest
personality. He was always happy and always had a smile. He found a way to
make a joke out of anything.  I can't exactly explain how brilliant this kid
was, but he was very smart. He loved to read and we frequently had arguments
over the statistics of our favorite cars and many other things. His favorite
car, The Lamborghini Deoblo.  Mine, the 429-cobra jet. After only a few
months of knowing him, he would know twice as much about both of the cars
than I knew. Of course I would never let him believe that he knew more than
I did. His brilliants would blow me away. I always thought that I had a very
mechanically inclined mind, and I always had an edge over him on some
things, but what ever I taught him, the next time it came up he was three
steps ahead of me. He even became a far superior RC car driver than me, and
I was pretty good. This was amazing for a kid who a year ago didn't even
know what a wrench was.  It was the greatest feeling to me to know that I
had shown him so much and that most important he had learnt that he could
solve almost any problem on his own. He was becoming so confident in himself
and he was gaining more and more freedom from his mother who had kept him
locked up for years.

Now we come to the part of the story I wish I didn't have to tell, but I
have to too make it complete.

I am sitting at home one day in October, and one of Mikes' friends comes to
my door. He tells me that Mike has fallen and hit his head and the he can't
find Mikes' mom. I didn't think too much about it, but I was concerned so I
hopped in my car and rushed to where Mike was. To my surprise, there are
fire trucks, police cars and ambulances all around, and then I spot Mike,
there is a team doing CPR on him. I ran up to him and just as I get there,
he wakes up and starts freaking out (big time).  I am yelling to him "MIKE,
THEIR TRYIN TO HELP YOU!" as he punched the guy in the face that was blowing
in his mouth knocking the glasses off his face.  Then he passes out again
and they start CPR on him again.  A frickin helicopter lands in the field
and takes him to the hospital. Then Mikes' mom comes running up to me. I end
up driving her to the hospital.  I find out that they are going to have to
do emergency brain surgery to him to let the pressure off his brain. I get
to see Mike before he goes into surgery. He has a breathing tube in his
mouth and a nurse is squeezing this thing to breathe for him. His mouth is
over flowing with saliva. It looked really bad. I though he was going to die
and I started crying and I had to turn away. After they take him in I found
a place to sit down and I prayed to god to please save him, and I promise to
god I would never touch him again if he would just save Mike.  He was in a
coma for two days.

During this time, two things happened that really pissed me off. One, his
mother could never respect Mikes' privacy. Even though he was in a coma and
might be brain damaged. I see her lift up his gown to take a good look at
his penis. I think she was just curious about how far into puberty he was,
and it just pissed me off that she would take advantage of him like that.
She always in the past made it a point to let mike see her naked and would
frequently walk around the house nude. She tried to encourage him to not be
embarrassed to be naked in front of her. She barged in on him a lot while he
was getting changed and it bothered her that he didn't want her to see him
naked. Number two, I kept telling her that Mike would be Okay, and her "girl
friend" had the gull to yell at me for telling her that and said he might
not be okay and stop telling his mother that he will be. I could have ripped
her head off for telling me that. I wanted him to be 100% better, and so did
his mother and that was all that mattered.

I was the first person he saw when he woke up out of the coma and I had a
hold of his hand.  He had a portion of his scull cut open to let the
pressure off his brain and they where not sure if he would have brain
damage. Half of his beautiful hair was shaved off his head, but He was only
in the hospital for 2 weeks, and I was there every day for 2 weeks and in
this period of time his mother began to see how close we were. I think she
put 2 and 2 together. I could not help showing my feelings for him. I was
very worried about my best friend.  Even though he was going to make a full
recovery, it was going to take some time. He had really bad headaches and he
would be weak for about the next two months. About a week after he got out
of the hospital, it was his 12th Birthday, I knew he would be stuck in the
house for a wile, so I went and bought a very advanced RC car for him to
build. It cost about $300 dollars. I told him that it was mine but he could
build it for me, although I never had any intention of keeping it and I am
sure he knew that. I think it took him about 3 days to build it, he would
have done it in one if he was well, but he was very proud of his work and he
amazed me as usual. It took about 2 weeks before his mother would let him
out of the house, and I went over and picked him up one night.
There was such a major change in him. He was not happy now.  He seemed to
always be on the edge of crying. This is one thing I left out earlier, but
Mike did have a very bad temper. As I got to know him better he had less of
a problem with letting me see his temper. When Mike would get mad, he would
clam up and he would not say a word sometimes for hours. It was probably a
result of having his ears squeezed when he argued with his mother. This was
very difficult for me, because I always want to try and talk things out and
solve the problem. Eventually most of the time he would tell me why he was
mad at me and we would work it out. But when it came to being something
about his mother, he would flatly refuse to talk about it. I never really
found out what this was all about. But if he had a discussion about me with
his mother, he would never in a million years tell me about it.  So anyway,
that night he came over, He told me that he was going to be moving somewhere
pretty far away. SHIIIIIT!, this was like a knife going though my heart. I
had just almost lost my best friend, and now I was going to lose him anyway.
I know there was more to it than what he was saying. I think that his mother
must have put him under the spotlight asking him about what we were doing
together.  I think his mother clamping down on him was really affecting him.
She even started sending him to a shrink. Not that he didn't need it, but
the only reason she did that was because she knew the guy and wanted to
invade Mikes' mind. She wanted him under her complete control and she would
do anything to have that control, including moving to such an isolated
location that she could be his only companion. He had started biting his
nails off again, and before he shaved the other half of his head off he was
twirling his hair again. It was like he had lost all of the self-esteem that
I had helped him gain. And now, his mother was not going to let him do squat
again. He had lost all of his freedom.
He was staying over that night, and it would be the last time he stayed
over. That night, things started going as usual, I should not have let it
happen, but I did. I didn't feel right about it. I was feeling so wrong
about it that I was shaking as he laid on top of me. He must have felt it,
and my heart was pumping a hundred miles an hour. I got though it, but I
knew something was wrong.  About a week later he came over again, this time
he told me that he wanted to stop with the sex. Man, hearing that just
killed me. It just wasn't right the way things were going. I knew it had to
be because of his mother. I told Mike that I understood and that it was
okay, but it was very difficult for me, I didn't care about the sex so much,
but I just wanted to be close to him. Especially now with the hard times he
was going though, I just wanted to hold him tight and never let go. He just
wouldn't let me into his head no matter how hard I tried. I couldn't
understand it, because it was something that was really hurting the both of
us.  To top it off, One month after he got out of the hospital, I had the
date when he would be moving, only two-months away. The first month was
terrible, I wanted him to talk to me so bad, but he just wouldn't. The last
month, we had managed to get pretty close again, but it was only because I
knew that I had a very short time left with him so I avoided questioning him
about what was going on at home. The only time I felt really close to him
during this time was each time we got to say good buy, because he still
always gave me a big hug before he would leave.

A month was just not enough, even though we seemed to be doing pretty well,
after he moved, it started to fall apart.  A couple months later I drove 3
hours to stay over at his new house with him.  We needed to talk seriously,
but his mother would not let us get alone for one second. He was right back
to being miserable again, the whole time I was there. I hated it. If I could
have only gotten a chance to talk to him for an hour or something maybe I
could have made him feel better about some things.  I don't know what
happened after that day, but about 2 weeks later I talked to him on the
phone and he tells me as he was crying that he never wants to talk to me
again.  It killed me, I told him I loved him, and if we could not talk about
what was happening on the phone, that I was coming up there to see him. He
hung up on me. I immediately wrote a letter for him and drove up there to
give it to him. I caught him and his sister driving up the road. We both
stopped and I handed him the letter and drove back home.  When I got home
his mother called me and was seriously pissed that I drove up there with out
telling her. I tried to explain that it was not on purpose, but she would
not listen and threatened me with putting a restraining order on me.  She
didn't want to hurt Mike, so as long as Mike still wanted to see me, even
though she didn't like it, she would let him talk to me. But after that
happened, I could not even get in touch with him again.
That was the last time I ever saw Mike and that was 9 years ago. Since then
he has moved again and I don't know where he is now.

I would like to throw in a couple of my thoughts here, I realize that by far
my relationship with Michael was not a perfect relationship. I handled my
end very poorly. There is no real explanation for it. The only way you could
understand is if you have been there. This whole thing was not something
that I planed to happen, it just did. I could never let something like that
happen again in my life. At the end I was running on pure emotion and that
is where anyone would get in trouble.
The first mistake is assuming you have plenty of time to work out your
problems with someone. Mike and I were at the best part of our relationship
before he had his accident. We were getting to know each other better every
day and I assumed that I had plenty of time to talk to him about everything
that we faced. I was wrong. With the accident, it blew up in my face and
there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was young and I definitely didn't
know how to handle it. I guess the thing that really put me over the edge
was the day I didn't know whether he would live or die. It hit me so hard
that the first chance I got, I told him everything I ever wanted to tell
him. It was a big over load on his young mind. In fact, that is what changed
our relationship more than anything else did. I knew there was a good chance
that it would end our sexual relationship, but I loved him so much that I
had to take that chance. It was my faith and my own beliefs (GOD) that I
told him about. He had an over load of emotions coming from everyone he
knew. I should have been the strong one, but I was the weakest. He did love
me, but he couldn't handle the emotions.
With everything that was happening, I couldn't get myself back under
control. If there is anything I learned from this experience it is that I
will never let my emotions take over my actions again.

I still love him with all my heart and I hold nothing against him. I just
wish that I had the chance to say good buy to him the way I should have.  I
know he had his reasons for what he did. It was probably to protect me.  I
wish I hadn't over reacted the way that I did. Probably if I had given him
some time to cool down a little we would have worked it out. Back at that
time, I could not imagine my life without my best friend, and I suffered
terribly for years over my loss, it was the worst pain I have ever felt in
my life. I have since learnt that it is possible to be friends with someone
even if they are not close by.  The two best friends I have in the world
right now are very long distances away from me. I have a large phone bill,
but it has been very worth it to me.  I will be going in the near future to
meet my future wife who lives in another country.  And I have a newer young
friend who is about 17 now, but I have known him since he was 9 and he now
lives many states away. I love him, and he loves me, but our relationship is
much different then I had with Mike because I am incapable of ever loving
someone as much as I did Mike.  I could never go though that kind of pain
again.  As I often say now, "you can only love innocently once in your
life." However, when it was time to say good bye to my newer friend, I was
greatly shocked when he put his arms around me and hugged me tightly. I
suddenly realized how much he meant to me and how much I would miss him.
That was 2 years ago, and we are better friends than ever now. I see him
about twice a year and I live for the next time I will see him.


I don't regret for one second the times I had with Michael, because I
experienced unconditional love and gave unconditional love and there is
nothing in this world that is better than that.  I will love him until my
dying day. I often wonder now how he is doing in his life and I wonder if
he still thinks about me at all. I hope now that he is 20 years old that he
understands how I felt about him. Maybe some day I will see him again.  I
know we could never be close like that again, but I still want to say good
bye to him the way I should have many years ago.

If you are out there Mike, I love you. Thank you for all that you have given
me. You changed my life forever, and made me a better person and I thank you
for everything.

I was inspired to write my story after I read a story called My David. It
reminded me so much of my relationship with Mike, that I felt that I should
share my story.  My David had the ending I wish my story could have. So if
you liked this story, you will love My David.  I will import that story into
this document so they can be together. I have since written my life story.
If you liked my writing, you might want to look for it. It is called My
Years As A Boy.

If you have any comments on this story, you can E-mail me at
ryanscott@mail.com