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Dream Lover

by Hermes

© 2011

Chapter 4

-Thursday-

I opened my eyes and felt wonderful.  Last night's dream I'd seen all of him.  I remember thinking he was cute!  But, does that mean I really am gay?  It was only 7:00.  I didn't need to be downstairs for breakfast until about 7:30.  I only need about 15 minutes to shower and dress.  I walked over and sat in front of my computer, opened my web browser and then went to Google.  Most people don't realize they can type a complete question into Google and it will figure out what you mean.  I typed: “How do I really know if I am gay?”  I guess it was a pretty popular question since it gave me 'about 219,000,000 results.  Looking at the list, the top one was the site that James had shown me.  But one of the others caught my eye.  It was simply entitled, “Am I Gay?” (http://www.avert.org/am-i-gay.htm ).  Reading that site, which was really well done, I came to the conclusion that I MIGHT be.  Why can't it be less confusing?

I turned off the computer and walked across to the shower.  While I was there, I realized that I hadn't jacked off yesterday.  The funny thing was, I really didn't feel I had to.  Maybe I was just too confused.  I finished my shower, dried myself, went to my room and got dressed.  Once I verified that all of my homework was in my book bag I went downstairs and into the kitchen.  Mom turned and smiled at me.

“How did you sleep last night Trevor?”

“Good, Mom.  Thanks.”  She seemed to be in a really good mood. I figured I'd ask what was on my mind.  “Mom?  Can I ask you something?”

“You just did.”  She chuckled.

“Moooooom! That's not funny!”

“Sorry, I couldn't help it.  Sure, you know you can ask me anything.”

“Uhm.  Would it be okay if I invited James to spend the night tonight?  I want to be able to discuss what I'm feeling and even though you've been great about this, I kinda want someone more my own age who has been through it to talk to.”

“Well, you only have one bed, and I know you've been sleeping naked.  Are you sure that won't be a problem for James?”

She had a smirk on her face so I knew what she wasn't asking.  “First off, Mother. If James is going to share my bed, we'll be wearing underwear.  Second, I already told you I'm not attracted to James in that way.  I just really need to have someone to talk to.”

“I'm sorry, Trevor.  But I am your mother.  I trust you.  If you like I can call James' mother and see if she has any problem with it.”

“Thanks Mom.”  I dug into the omelet she'd made for me.  She picked up the phone and dialed James' house.  After a moment she hung up and said, “James and his mother will be here in a minute.  We'll discuss it together then I'll drive the two of you to school.”  That said, she started making two more omelets.

Just a few minutes later there was a knock on the door.  I got up and opened it.  James and his mom were there.  I invited them in and we went into the kitchen.

Mom served the omelets.  James dug right in.  After taking two bites he said, “This is GREAT Mrs. Aabrams!  Thank You!”

She smiled and sat down before replying.  “You are very welcome James.  I am glad you like it.”  She turned to James' mom.  “Gladys.  Trevor asked me this morning if I had objections to him inviting James to spend the night tonight.  James has been helping Trevor come to some conclusion over his orientation and Trevor asked so that he and James could discuss it in more detail.  He has already assured me there is nothing physical going on between them.”

James' mother smiled.  “To be honest, Linda, I wouldn't object if there were.  Trevor is a wonderful young man.  James, would you like to spend the night?”

“Yeah!  But can Trevor spend the night at our house on Friday?”

The two mothers passed an unspoken message before Gladys spoke.  “I don't see a problem, however you remember your cousin is going to be arriving on Saturday afternoon.”

I spoke up.  “Mrs. Wilkins, I wouldn't want to intrude in that.  If he's going to arrive in the afternoon, I'll just make sure I go home at lunch time.”

“Well, if that's the case, I don't see a problem then.  Are you sure it's okay, Linda?”  James' mother asked.

“A Friday Night alone?  No.  I don't see a problem there.”

So, it was set.  We finished up our breakfast and mom drove us to school.  We arrived about 30 minutes early so James and I sat on a bench away from everyone else to talk.  “You will have to share the bed with me, I only have one.”

“That's okay.”  James looked a little nervous.

“What do you wear to sleep, James?”  I inquired.

“Uhm,” he blushed a deep red, “Usually I don't wear anything.”

I chuckled, “Neither do I, but I promised my mom we'd at least wear underwear.  I don't want you to think I only invited you so we could do stuff.  I really wanna talk more.  I think I might be gay, but I am so confused over it.  I was hoping you could help me understand it better.”

“That will be cool.  When you stay at my house there are two beds since Richie isn't there yet, so if you wanna you can sleep however.”  James blushed again.

“I bet you just wanna check me out better.”  I laughed and I swear James turned several different shades of red.  “That's okay, James. I kinda wouldn't mind checking you out a little too.  No touching, I just never really looked at another boy closely before.”

James smiled just as the first bell rang.  We bumped fists and headed to our lockers and then to our first classes of the day.  Just before we parted I said to James, “I will see you at lunch!”

As I approached my locker I saw Hector and Katie.  Of course, Katie was hanging on Hector who actually looked a bit uncomfortable with the situation.  I approached and put my fist up for Hector to bump.  As he did, Katie said, “Hey Trevor!”

“Hey Katie, hey Hector.  How's it goin' today?”

Katie said enthusiastically, “GREAT!”  However Hector's reply was a bit more subdued, “Okay, I guess.”  I grabbed my books and asked Katie if I could talk to her before our 2nd period class.  She smiled and said, “Okay, but you're not going to be able to take me away from Hector!”  I noticed Hector rolled his eyes.  Katie left to go to her 1st period while Hector and I went to Mr. Hastings' classroom.  On the way he looked at me and said, “I like her a lot, but she's always hanging on me.  Yesterday, after school I went to her house again.  She wouldn't leave me alone. She even stuck her hands in my pants and was playing with my junk!”

“I asked her to talk before 2nd period cuz I noticed the way you were acting.  I will ask her to tone it down. So, she played with your dick?  Did you cum?” I said with a wink and an evil grin.

Hector smiled, “Thanks for talking to her and yeah.”

We entered Mr. Hastings' class.  No sooner did I enter than Darryl was yelling out, “Watch out, Hector, the faggot might try to kiss you!”  Mr. Hastings was standing in less than a second.  “Darryl Finch!  My desk, NOW!”

I took my seat.  Darryl went up to Mr. Hastings' desk.  Since I was sitting right there, I heard every word.  “Mr. Finch.  This school has a zero tolerance policy for any kind of harassment.  Report to the office immediately.  Take your books, you will most likely have a few days off.”

Darryl bumped my desk, on purpose, and retrieved his books.  He stormed out of the room. Mr. Hastings picked up the intercom phone and told the office what had happened, including the intentional bumping of my desk.  Once he'd hung up the phone, he came over and apologized to me for Darryl's behavior.  The bell rang and everyone took their seats.  Once Mr. Hastings had taken roll he addressed the class.

“This morning one of your classmates broke a very serious rule at our school.  Let me make this clear, there is to be NO harassment of any student for any reason.  If there is something about another student you don't like, keep it to yourselves.  According to the school's rules a first-time infraction is an automatic 5-day in-school suspension.  The second is a 10-day out-of-school suspension. And if you're stupid enough for a third infraction, you are transferred to a continuation school.  I hope I never hear anything like I did today anywhere at this school.”

That said, he lectured for about 20 minutes about multiplying and dividing number with decimals.  Again, this was easy stuff for me.  Once he finished the lecture I quickly did the problems.  Hector tapped me on the shoulder and when I turned around he had a pleading look.  He needed help.  I raised my hand and Mr. Hastings came over. “May I turn my desk around and help Hector?”

“You may, Trevor, and, after class, would you mind staying behind for a moment?”

I knew what he wanted to talk about.  “Okay, no problem, Mr. Hastings, and thanks for letting me help Hector.”

I turned my desk and showed Hector how to do the problems.  Once he'd mastered the concept he said, “Why do you explain it so I can understand it and Mr. Hastings can't?”

“I'm not sure he's explaining it any different than I did, but I guess the difference is I go a little slower.  I am glad you got it.  Finish the assignment, I want to talk to Mr. Hastings before class lets out so I can talk to Katie for you before 2nd period starts.”

I turned my desk around and noticed there was still 10 minutes left of class.  I stood and walked over to Mr. Hastings' desk.  “Sir, if you don't mind, can we talk now?  I kind of need to meet someone before 2nd period.”

He smiled at me and said, “Okay, let's step into the hallway so we can speak more privately.”  I followed him out the door.  Once outside I looked up at him.

“Trevor, you have got to be one of the most promising students I've seen.  It's true, I haven't been teaching all that long, but from what I hear from other teachers, you are ahead of your peers in just about every subject.  I am also not unaware of a certain event that happened yesterday that involved Darryl and another young man.  I don't care if you are or are not what I'm hearing in rumors, but, if you need to talk to someone, you can always come to talk to me.  If anyone bothers you, let me know. Okay?”

“Thanks, Mr. Hastings.  Coach Butz told me the same thing.  I'm kinda lucky because I have a great mom and we talk about stuff, but if I need another opinion, I will be sure to talk to you or Coach, or both!”

We re-entered the classroom just as the bell was ringing.  I grabbed my books, nodded to Hector and rushed to my 2nd period class to talk to Katie.

She was waiting for me outside the classroom.  We moved a few feet away from the door and I said, very quietly, “Katie, I am really happy you and Hector are getting along, but, would you do me a favor?”

“If I can, Trevor, I would be happy to.  What is it?”  She asked.

“Well, Hector really likes you, but he is a little uncomfortable with someone constantly hanging on him at school.  He wouldn't mind holding hands, but you might want to consider not wrapping your arms around his neck all the time.  A hug and even a kiss on the cheek when you first see each other is cool, but give him some space.  He isn't as confident in himself as you are.  I really want to see you two become really close. Okay?”

“You know, Trevor, at first when you started talking  I was kind of angry that you would come to me like this, but, when I really think about it, I noticed the way Hector got quiet after a while.  I will try, okay?”  She then gave me a hug.  “You really are a good friend.  I was afraid you would be mad at me when I started going with Hector.”

“You know, Katie, I really do care about you.  I am just so confused about a lot of things.  You deserve someone who at least knows what they want.”  I gave her a peck on the cheek.  “You're a good friend too!”  We then went into class as the bell rang.

The rest of the morning was pretty quiet.  The rumor mill was going full speed.  It seems that Darryl was suspended for the 10-days because of what he said and the bumping of my desk.  It seems that another student who was in the office asked the Secretary if Darryl was in for the fight yesterday.  The office had been unaware of it.  The secretary told the Principal about it and that was enough for him to skip the first offense punishment.

James met me as I was approaching the cafeteria, right ahead of us, Katie was walking in with Hector, and they were just holding hands.  James and I got our food and went to our table.  Much to our surprise, not only were Nate and Julio, and Mike and Eric there, but Hector and Katie were there too.

We had a great lunch just chatting.  Hector seemed much happier.  When the bell rang, Katie gave Hector a kiss on the cheek and said she'd see him after school.  Hector, James and I went to the locker room to get changed for gym class.  James went to his locker while Hector and I went to ours.  As we were changing, Hector said, “Thanks Amigo.  Katie told me what you said to her and we talked about it.  She promised that other than a kiss  and hug in the morning and maybe a kiss like she did at the end of lunch, all we would do is hold hands for now.  I'm cool with that.”

“Isn't that what friends do, Hector?  They help each other out when they need it?”

Aside from another lecture about harassment from Coach, our class was fun.  Today the Coach broke us into teams and we played Dodge ball.  James was on our team and since he's so small and fast nobody was able to hit him.  Our team won all 3 games before the Coach blew his whistle and told us to head to the showers.

Since James was the 'hero' of our team everyone was telling him how good he did.  They even asked him to shower with our team and to be in the middle of the shower room so we could all talk to him.  The smile on his face was worth everything.  As we approached the cage, Coach said “Wilkins, you did a fine job today!”  That also got James smiling.  Unlike previous days, he didn't immediately cover himself up once he finally got his towel.

I went back to my locker and started dressing.  Hector was already there and we bumped fists before he left to go to Katie's house.  James and I left together and walked to my house after stopping at my locker because today was a rare treat. I was able to finish all of my homework in class so I didn't have any to do at home.  I put my book bag into my locker and James did the same.  It seemed that he'd finished all his homework as well.

Once we got to my house, we went into the kitchen and told Mom that we didn't have any homework to do at home today.  We explained that we'd finished it all at school.  She looked me in the eyes because she knows I can't get away with lying to her.  Once she was convinced I was telling her the truth she gave us a snack and told us that we could go do whatever we were going to do and that for dinner tonight we'd order Pizza.  That got a rousing cheer from both of us.  She asked what kind of Pizza we wanted and we both shouted at the same time, “Pepperoni!”  That got us laughing again.

We went up to my room and closed the door.  I was still wearing my school clothes so I said I was going to change.  I grabbed a change of clothes and was going to go into the bathroom to change when James said, “We see each other at school in the shower, there's no reason to be bashful in changing here together.”  So that's exactly what we did.  We didn't have to remove our underwear, so in a matter of a couple minutes we were both wearing shorts and t-shirts, with socks but no shoes.

I sat on my bed and James sat at the end and was lying on his tummy with his chin in his hands.  I looked at him and was a little nervous.  “I checked out a couple more sites yesterday and this morning and I am pretty sure I'm really gay.  Does your whole family know about you?”

“Everyone does, yeah.  That's actually why Richie is coming to live with us instead of his Dad's brother.”

“I don't understand?”

“Richie is the reason I know about myself.  He told his parents last year when we were there for Thanksgiving.  When he gave the blessing he said, 'And I am truly thankful for having such great parents who can accept their son for who and what he really is.'  That of course led to his parents explaining to us what he'd told them.  That night Richie and I talked a lot and he answered a lot of my questions.  We didn't really DO anything together, well, not to each other.  We did jack off at the same time, but we did ourselves.”

“Wow!  That's cool.  Maybe he can help me understand better too!”

For the next hour we checked out the web for more sites.  James got an evil look on his face and showed me a site that had a bunch of stories on it about kids like us.  Some of them were really nasty, talking about boys having all kinds of sex.  Others were more about boys figuring out they were gay and what they did.  I will be honest, reading some of them got both of us really boned up.

We heard the doorbell ring and ran downstairs.  Mom was at the door paying the pizza guy.  We grabbed the pizzas so she didn't have to carry them to the kitchen.  After setting down the pizza, I went to the cabinet and pulled out some paper plates and napkins.  I told James where the glasses were and he grabbed three of them.  When mom got to the kitchen the table was set with paper plates and glasses and I had grabbed a 3-liter bottle of Root Beer from the fridge.

The conversation at the dinner table was light.  When we were almost finished I said to mom, “Mom, James told me that his cousin, Richie, who is coming to live with them is also gay.  Isn't that cool?”

She looked at me kind of strange.  I anticipated her question.  “Yeah, Mom.  The more I think of it, the more I think I am probably gay and I'm okay with that.”

“I am glad you feel that way, Trevor.  And just so you know, I'm okay with that too.”  She winked at me.  She hasn't winked at me in ages.

After we demolished the three extra large pizzas mom ordered (Hey we're 12, okay James is 11 and three quarters, but you get the idea) we cleaned up the mess, and I even washed the glasses so Mom wouldn't have to.  Then we went back upstairs.

We went back online and brought that site up.  Oh, I never told you like I did the others what the name of the site was, it was called “Nifty” (http://www.nifty.org). We read a couple more stories and it was getting late.  James had a look on his face like he wanted to say something.

“Dude.  We're best friends.  You can say anything, you don't have to be embarrassed.”

He was blushing but he said, “You wanna jack off together? I'm kinda boned up after reading that stuff.”

“Uhm.  Would you be mad if I said no?  I promised Mom that we wouldn't do anything.  If you wanna, you can, but I won't... okay?”

His answer was to drop his pants and underwear.  His dick was hard and pointing up at his belly button.  I watched as he started stroking.  His eyes never left mine.  After a couple minutes he started moaning.  He fell back onto the bed and was stroking himself really fast.  He closed his eyes and he stiffened up.  I saw his stomach muscles start to contract as he was moaning much more intensely.  He was having an orgasm.  He didn't squirt, of course.  I will be honest, I was really boned up, but I promised my mom. It was really difficult for me to keep my promise.

When he was done, he looked at me and told me that knowing I was watching him made it way more fun than when he does it alone.  He pulled his pants off and pulled his underwear back up.  I removed my shirt and socks, then pulled my shorts off.  I was just wearing my boxer briefs.  So, me in my tented boxer briefs and James in his tighty whities we crawled into bed. James gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug which I gladly gave him back.  We said good night to each other as I turned out the light.

Once the light was off, James said quietly, “Uhm, Trevor?  You won't think I'm a wimp if I tell you I'm afraid of the dark?  At home I use a nightlight.”

“Man, James.  How many times do I have to tell you, we're best friends.  Nothing you can say will make me think bad about you.  I turned on the light again and dug into my nightstand.  There was a small nightlight I used to use in the drawer.  I plugged it in then turned off the overhead light.  The small nightlight cast a slight glow in the room. “Is that better?”

“Yeah.  Thanks Trevor, I'm really glad you're my best friend.”

“That goes both ways, Bro.” I hugged him again then we put our heads on our pillows and were almost instantly asleep.

I had another dream.  In the dream my dream boy was still on the beach and I was only a few feet away from him.  I got a chance to check out his body.  Like me he was circumcised.  His dick looked to be about the same size as mine, but he had more hair than I did.  He looked like he was trying to reach out to me but he couldn't quite reach me.  It was like his hands were only an inch or two from me, but no matter how hard we tried we couldn't touch.  We sat there staring at each other.  I am sure he was checking my body out too.

Eventually he looked me deep in the eyes and spoke. “You have got to be the cutest boy I have ever seen.  I am so happy we are destined to be together, and soon it'll happen, I'm sure of it.  We can almost touch now.  We've never really talked, but I know one thing.  I am in love with you already.  I feel as if I can see into your soul and you are as close to perfect as I can imagine.  I love you, dream boy.  Soon we will be one.”

Then I opened my eyes. James was laying on his side, his arm draped over my chest.  He opened his eyes and I said, “Good Morning, Bro. Sleep well?”

He smiled and said, “I sure did, but I gotta pee!”   He jumped out of bed and I saw his underwear tented out by his morning erection.  We'd have to get up soon anyway, it was almost 7:00am so I followed him into the bathroom so we could both pee.

While we were peeing he asked if I had another dream.  I told him I did and told him about it.  He got a weird look on his face when I described my dream boy, but he didn't say anything.  We showered at the same time, but neither of us touched the other.  I was able to take a good look at him while he was showering though.  He kind of looked like a smaller version of my dream boy. Not exactly the same, but almost like a family resemblance. When we got out, we heard Mom calling us down to breakfast.  We ran to my bedroom naked, got dressed, and rushed down to breakfast.

End – Chapter 4