Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2018 21:05:20 -0500 From: Jeff Stevens Subject: David and Dougie All of the usual warnings and things that seem unnecessary to say apply here. If you're too young then leave, and if you're somehow offended or opposed to stories about gay relationships and the activities that are a part of those relationships then you're obviously on the wrong website altogether. This is my first attempt at writing and posting a story here, or really anywhere, so I'd actually really appreciate any and all feedback you'd like to share with me. The good, the bad, and yes even the ugly. If there is sufficient interest in where this story is going I'll certainly continue it. Please let me know by contacting me at jeffstevens3541@gmail.com. Enjoy! David and Dougie Chapter 1 By Jeff Stevens I enjoyed reading stories on Nifty about young men and teens. I know people would never understand and felt that I could never let anyone know my feelings. I loved stories about men wanting to find a young man that he could love and would love him back. I found the stories very loving and beautiful. I realized it was a fantasy and that I would never achieve that kind of love. It was nice that they really cared about each other. I eventually found a chat room that liked stories about young teens and were a nice group of people of all ages. This includes some older that would also be considered too old to be involved with this and may also be questionable in how they think. I decided I would not let my age be known and just listen to what others had to talk about. I found everyone quite friendly and was rather accepting of me being there. I started to feel very comfortable and found them greeting me when I got on to chat. They all would kid around and joke about sex quite a bit. What would you expect from a bunch of horny teens? One boy seemed to be the center of everyone's attention. He seemed to like the attention and would act overly friendly to a few. It seemed like he was the boyfriend of a few and coming onto them both as friends and showing love and friendship. He was very gregarious and had wild and funny names for each of the other members. Everybody seemed to really enjoy his banter a lot. He tended to make unusual sounds representing bodily noises or mechanical equipment just through words. He was handicapped and was in need of aid at home and school. But in spite of this he never acted like he wanted pity. If anything he wanted to be treated like everyone else. I enjoyed seeing him come on to the chat room and regretted that he would be leaving the room for the evening. I looked forward to seeing him as part of the enjoyment of my day. I grew very comfortable with everyone and they had early on asked things about my age and for a picture of me. I skillfully was able to dodge these requests for a while. I would say things like you don't want to see me, I am just too old. I eventually let it be known that I was an engineer which could put me in my early 20's. I started showing my concern for several people that had problems and gave advice, based on my years of experience that I thought would help them. They were observant enough to notice that I seem to express wisdom beyond what they could know. I realized that I was giving away my age to a degree. They would now start guessing my age and I would act coy and shy. I told them, I was ancient and they really don't want to know my age. I was initially afraid if they knew my age, they would shun me and think I was a pervert. I realized they appreciated my chatting with them and didn't care about my age. So, I sent them a picture of myself, where they could see that I was indeed older than all of them. But to my surprise they thought I was much younger than my actual age. The boy was having trouble with some subjects in school and was not happy with the tutoring he had been getting. I knew those subjects well and offered him my help to tutor him. He was very happy that I offered and told his mom about it. She seemed very pleased about it and told me how nice I was to care about him in that way. Over a period of several weeks, we grew very friendly and we both felt and expressed fondness for each other as friends that cared about each other and our well being. I realized that I cared a lot for this boy and since I had children and grandchildren, he started to seem like one of my grandchildren. I felt affection and desire to help him as much as I was able. As we chatted on line, his flirting and teasing increased and I found this very stimulating to me. I looked forward to seeing him each time I would get on the chat. He had a wonderful personality. Always happy and wanting to make everyone laugh. One day he expressed his desire to see the ocean. He was so enthusiastic about his desire I wanted to make it happen. I told him to come to Florida and I would take him to the ocean. He thought of Disneyworld there and expressed how he always wanted to go there. I wanted to take him there and see him enjoy it. He often sent pictures of himself doing fun things like riding go carts, fishing seeing his friends. He would express how much he wanted sex and that due to his isolation where he lived he had no gay friends to participate with him. And because he was not 18 yet he had limited supply of people to do it with. The boys at his school were mostly straight and those that were gay would not come out. It is surprising that those gay boys would not approach him knowing he was out. He was beautiful but never was conceited about his looks. I don't think he realized how beautiful he is. He has a slim body and his legs look well proportioned and his bare arms firm and muscular but not bulging. In his tee shirts, his chest looks full, his neck smooth and hairless, Graceful and white creamy skin. His hair was a fiery red and his eyes blue and holding your gaze to him. He has beautiful freckles on his nose that darken with the sun. It hurts to see him this way and knowing he is too far to touch and if he was near, he would be untouchable for me. I want to run my hand from his cheek slowly down his neck and to his chest and then to his belly. I want to lift his shirt and run my hand across his bare skin and put my finger in his sunken button and playfully circle around it. I move my hand up to his firm pec muscles. They are hard and round and tiny dime size beautiful nipples. He moans from the gentle touch and it thrills me to hear it. His eyes close as he sighs and enjoys the light touch of my hand. It is lovely to gaze on his angelic face. His charismic face with his back to the sun appears to have a halo around him. It is almost god like. My desires grow stronger for what I know I can't have. I want him and I think he wants me too but we are forbidden He is so intelligent and friendly but he has no one that loves him. I do not want him hurt. I want him to find someone that sees and appreciates his qualities. I don't want him to settle for just anyone that will take advantage of his naivety and gentle spirit. He is worthy of a wonderful person and I want him to find that person to spend his life with. It should be someone that he would give his love and his sexual desires and who would give that back to him. As much as I desire to be that person, my age works against me. I have the love he needs and would desire, but not the body to give him the sexual desire he wants and is worthy of. He deserves the full life that a young man should have. He will live decades beyond my life and I could never take this from him for just a few years to satisfy my own desires. I would be robbing him of the person he will eventually meet that will love him forever. I get online to wait for him to come home from school. Sometimes I just peek in to see if he is there and then quickly got off. It comes to be 5 pm and I go on to see him talking to others and I watch as he sees me and greets me happily with big hugs and his pet name for me. I love when he calls me that. My heart jumps with excitement. He has no idea how much he means to me. He could ask me for anything and I probably would be happy to grant his wishes. I put on a Santa hat and send him pictures of me that way. I see things at stores and think of him and how he would look in some clothes that would make him even more perfect than he is, if that was possible. We talk about the things going on in his life which is mostly school and some of his few limited friends. I wonder why others don't see him as I do and flock to him like a magnet. People must be blind not to see the treasure of his friendship. And gay boys don't appreciate him. I long for the person to come along to love him like he deserves to be loved. He has so much love to return to someone that just looks at him with admiration. He meets a boy in his sign language class who is also deaf and they quickly establish what looks to be a solid friendship. His heart is uplifted and for the first time since I met him, I see the excitement and enthusiasm I knew he would show to the right person. Every day he talked about him to me and I felt such a good feeling in my soul to know he was about to be loved. He was so sure of this boy. He texted everyday and the mutual admiration from his new friend excited him. But one day before they were to meet and spend the day together having lots of fun being friends, shit happened. He expressed how much he liked the boy and also how cute he is. After that his life changed in an instant. The other boy would not respond to him. Avoided him and Dougie knew that he fucked up and ruined the budding friendship. He was right; the boy was not comfortable with Dougie's apparent homosexual innuendo. Dougie became depressed in a way that I have never seen him before. I knew he was crying and it made me cry too. There was nothing I could do from a distance to hold him and console him. He didn't want to talk. He didn't want to listen to anything I or any other friend online had to tell him. I knew this was not good and needed to do something. I called his father and told him that Dougie needed someone now. He was at work and could not leave. He said he would text Dougie to get online and told me to call him if he didn't within 30 minutes. I called his father again and asked him to have his good friend come over to be with Dougie. He did and his friend did get to him. His father said I was better able to console Dougie than he was. I thought that strange and didn't like it. I felt I was more of a father to Dougie than his father at this moment. I was not comfortable with this. I had lost my influence over Dougie due to his funk. I had now rested my hopes that John would find Dougie and be with him at his most frightening moments. As it happens John did get to Dougie and helped him get back to being "Dougie". I didn't like seeing him this way. I want to make sure this doesn't happen to him but knew that was a ridiculous expectation. This is life and he has to live it and learn to handle this so he can be a man in a few years. I only hope when he goes to college and is with more open minded young men, he will find someone to love him more than I do. Why am I locked in this body unable to do what I want so much to do for him? He likes me a lot and trusts me and he knows that I would never do anything to hurt him, but it not enough. I get on my computer and connect with him using Skype. I can hear him and love to hear his voice even though it is not perfect due to his not hearing how he forms words. I imagine myself locked into his world of silence and realize he must feel alone most of the time. No noise, total quiet and in the dark almost like your non-existing. What a frightening idea. But he lives in it and manages to enjoy life when most would feel sorry for themselves. He loves life. He loves people and his strength to go on amazes me. His spirit is strong and makes me want to do more. It makes me appreciate my life even more having seen that he can do it. He sees me and smiles his beautiful smile and his freckles on his nose have me staring at him, gazing at all his features. His bright blue eyes, red hair, now I can see it without his hat. He always wears a hat, and it seems like it is more than a hat but part of him. It is hard to imagine him without it. I started to wonder if he wore it to conceal baldness. LOL. If he was bald it would make no difference. I would feel the same and even if he was not so magnificent a creature, I would still love him. It just makes him so much more amazing that he is beautiful as well as having the nicest personality and the way he shows his caring for me. It seems like it is just for me, but I see him do this with all his friends. It doesn't matter who you are. If you're nice to him or even if you're not, he acts nice to you. One of his online friends Jim most of the time acts like an asshole but Dougie still loves him. I am sure Jim loves him but he doesn't act like it. He almost seems annoyed by it and always telling us how girls rule. It seems strange that a gay guy wants girls. But I think he wants girls that look like boys, particularly Dougie. I talk to him endlessly and he reads my lips and occasionally we text to make thoughts clear. After many hours and late into the night he yawns and falls asleep. I am tired too but I watch him sleep with his head on his arms in front of the screen. I want to touch him and reach out to touch his head and I am shocked to see my hand go into the screen and actually touch his head. I pull back frightened and not wanting him to wake. I look in my full length mirror at my old less than attractive body and sigh. I think like a 20 yo but see an old man, not what I want to see. I climb into bed and shut the light and lay there waiting for sleep to take me to a dreaming state. I think of the recent talk we had that night and smile. My room is total darkness and it is very quiet but I know I can hear the ambient noise which lets me know I am awake. I think of how Dougie goes to sleep and is like not there. Darkness and no noise what so ever. I cry thinking he is alone with no one to hold. I also have no one to hold and wish I was in his arms together. Hugging and breathing in each other's scent in total darkness and quiet but still know we are real and alive because I could experience his loving hug as I gave him the same. I kiss his forehead and he snuggles closer and I feel wonderful. I fall asleep with wonderful thoughts about him. I wake realizing I have to use the bathroom. I look for him in my bed as I thought of him when we fell asleep but he was gone. It was only a dream. I look into my mirror again and see a handsome young man there and jump away, as the young man jumps away. I reach forward and touch the glass to meet his fingers as they touch but I only feel glass. I look at my arm and see it is different. I turn on the light to see this better and the image is still there. I see a body and face of myself when I was 20 yo. A slim well proportioned handsome young man with defined pectoral muscle and smooth biceps. My hairy chest outlining my muscles. I look carefully at my hair which is now very dark brown, a color I have long forgotten. The length much longer and below my ears. My eyes dark brown and piercing in its stare. My brows full and dark. I touch my full lips as I run my fingers from above my lip down to my chin. My muscles feel firm and strong again. I get back to my bed and notice my computer screen is still active and go over to it and look to see Dougie still sleeping in front of his computer. I know I can't wake him with my voice and decide to touch his head again. I reach into the screen and it does touch his head and I pull back again. I put my head thru and start to carefully climb thru the screen which I never could have done in my old body. I see how flexible and love the feeling as I finish my journey into his room. He is still sleeping soundly, lightly breathing with a low cute snore. I want to touch him but not wake him suddenly. I pet his head like a cat and his hair is so soft and fluffy. He mumbles something indistinct and stirs a little. He resettles his arms for more comfort. I lean down to see his face which is totally serene. I touch his shoulders with both hands and feel how broad they are relative to his small stature. His arms coming thru his tee shirt. He has a cute smirk smile on his face as if he is dreaming something pleasant. I want to speak to him and quickly remember how useless that would be. I rub his shoulders like a massage and he sighs and stirs a little. I pull away. He settles again and I start to rub his shoulders. I put my hands around his chest and hug him close as my head moves against his head. He wakes and turns to see who was there. His smirk smile turns into a look of fright and pulls away from me. He asks who are you, what are u doing here, how did u get in? He puts the chair between us. I realize I have no logical explanation that he would accept and I must look stunned. I say his name "DOUGIE!!", it's me Davy. He reads my lips and looks horrified. He yells to me "NO, you're not Davy". I don't know what to say to him. In addition to the difficulty of talking to him, I have the task of proving to him that I am who I say. I reach out to hug him and he backs away. GET OUT he yells. You're lying to me. I know it is hard to believe and I found it hard to believe also. Remember our secret password we made up a while ago. We thought it was cute because it is your bears name "Benson". He looked at me questioningly. I realized I had now gotten his attn and that he now had reason to wonder if I am telling the truth. he says" how is that possible and how did u get in here?" I told him what happened to me last night and how I came thru his screen. He reached out and put his hand on his screen and he hit hard glass. He again looked at me like I am crazy and stepped away from me. I walked towards him as he backed away. I reached his monitor and leaned my hand against the screen and it went thru the glass and then I pulled it back out. His eyes widened with astonishment and his mouth dropped open in disbelief. I now took my chance to make him believe and I said my dream has come true and I am here and love you. I walked towards him and he stood in astonishment as I faced him. I was a few inches taller than him and he looked up into my eyes and slowly closed his mouth. WTF he said to me. This is fucking awesome!!!. I laughed at seeing him be himself again. He smiled his shy smile and put his arms around me and pulled me into a big hug. I cautiously wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer into me. We stood that way for what seemed forever and he again looked at me and said "is this real?" I said, "I am not sure, I sure hope so" he reached up with his lips and kissed me on the mouth tenderly. I returned the kiss and held it there for a few moments. I could feel him move his body into me and I returned the push. Our hardness noticeable against our bodies. I push my tongue gently against his lips as his mouth opens eagerly to accept me into his mouth. Our tongues play moving around each other's tongue and he taste wonderful. I think omg I didn't prepare for this. Is my breath bad, will he be disgusted? I said "oh well, it is too late now and I ain't stopping" I rub his back and our kiss gets more intense. His hands move slowly down my back and I do the same to him as we both feel the shapes of our backs. I feel his indentation of skin down his spine and it makes me think how real and normal his body is and how wonderful it feels to be here with him. I open my eyes to see his steel blue eyes staring into mine. He pulls his mouth off mine to speak. he says" you are exactly the way I expected you to be and even though your prettier than your other body, I can tell u are who u say you are and I love you either way. Then he went back to kissing me. I was mentally stunned and didn't know what to think now. Which way does he love me now or as I was. He said either way. I guess that is great. He is great. He loves me and I can love him as I always dreamed. But what happens if I change back? I am caught up in my thoughts and not paying attn to what we are doing. He looks at me strangely as if to say, where are u? I take my mind off my thoughts and back to kissing and touching. My hands move down to his slim waist and it feels perfect and narrow. He does the same and I am surprised as I feel his hands move inward on my waist and I am slim also. He is exploring my body as a first. I haven't even done this yet. Will he be happy with it? Will he reject me? I am worried. He still must see I am not the body he is expecting. Will he love me more this way than my old body? He may not want me. What then. I must prepare myself for that. What am I doing? Why am I so paranoid? He loves me he said so either way. Fuck it. That is what he would say. Let me enjoy him while I can. I will do my best to make him happy too. He is what I want to live for. We are both enjoying ourselves. He with his first person to make love to him, and me with the boy of my dreams. But I am so hot now. I probably could find boys hotter than him. Yeah I could and why not. How many times will I have a chance like this? But why? How would a hotter guy make me happy as I am now? I don't just love his body as hot as it is; I love him as he is. His personality is like no one I ever met in my life. I will never find another like him. Why would I give this up for any beautiful boy? No one could compare to him overall. How stupid am I now even thinking this way? He is perfect for me. He is wonderful. I would be happy for the rest of my life to just stay with him for one minute of his love. And to have more would be heaven. I won't give this up ever for anything. I want to be with him forever, but I can only do that if I stay like this. How do I know if this is permanent or temporary? Oh shit. There I go again. Why must I THINK? Just enjoy him. Be with him and see what happens. He may not feel the same way as me. Why would he, he can have any boy he wants if they only saw in him what I see. How can anyone not see it? That fucked up little twerp, Peter, he made Dougie unhappy and he pissed me off for doing it. But I won't let anyone hurt him again. I look at him again and say. Do u want to just talk for a while? And he says, "FUCK NO" I want you and shut up and kiss me". I don't need to be told twice and we got more intense. We were at the waist and now my hands move over his beautiful bubble butt. How perfect is this. So round my hands circle the globes or his perfect spherical shape ass globes. I feel my dick harden more and push into his groin and feel the hardness of his dick too. We moan into our mouths. I can hear and feel it in my throat. He can feel it I am sure, but if only he could hear how he makes me feel. I want him bad. I feel guilty. He is so young and I am so old. I am taking advantage of him and he seems ok but I feel I should stop. Maybe I better stop now. Yes I should and pull away from him. He looks at me with big eyes of sadness and disappointment and asks me. Why did I stop? I carefully speak so he can see my lips and know what I was just thinking. He shakes his head "no". I love you and it doesn't matter what u look like. You are the same person either way or I want you any way you are. I tear up with the hearing of his words. He sees me tearing and reaches up and wipes the tear from my cheek with his index finger and puts it in his mouth and slowly sucks on it as he withdraws his finger and then he gives me his adorable smirky smile that I love so much. And jumps on me with his legs wrapped around my waist as I hold him tight with my new strong arms. I know I could not do this with my old body and will he be ok with that. But he loves me and why wonder. We kiss again and I walk him to his bed and we fall down together in the position tightly griping each other to not break the hug and kiss. We roll on the bed him on top of me and I love it and we roll over with me on top of him without breaking our kiss. I rough my hands thru his hair and he grabs my ass and holds tight. Our legs entangle. His legs are firm and strong. I reach down to feel the muscles of his legs thru his pants. I slide my hand up and down his leg and he moans loudly. I worry he will wake his house up and we are discovered push my mouth tight over his to muffle his moans into my mouth. It feels like a yell into my throat. I feel like he is going to blow me up like a balloon. I laugh in the kiss and he looks at me and asks "WHAT"? I tell him what I was thinking about blowing me up and he laughs too. Well I could blow up more than a balloon. Hehehe my eyebrows raise at that thought and I say well I am game for that. He said let's take it slow big boy and grabs my crotch and I flinch. He smiles as I do the same to him and we kiss again. Our shirts are riding up on our chests and I see his bare belly and it is pure white and hairless. He looks so yummy and I go down and kiss his stomach and put my finger in his belly button. He laughs and pulls away and says I am ticklish. I said "oh, how nice to know" and I stick my tongue in there to replace my finger and he accepts it and runs his fingers thru my hair and seems to be floating in air. Can I do this? Should I do this? He says he loves me and I know I love him. So what better reason to go on? I pull up his shirt and quickly pull it over his head and see his beautiful bare chest for the first time. His small nipples waiting to be sucked and I dive in and start sucking on them. He is squirming but enjoying it and I love it as I hug around his waist as I suck on his nipples. I reach down and feel his hard cock pulsing in his pants. He reaches over and lifts my shirt to see my hairy chest with my usual Florida tan against my nipples. He leans in and sucks on my nipples and I feel amazed by his loving ministrations. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close as he does this. He reaches down and rubs my cock thru my pants and I moan at his loving touch. He looks up at me with shy questioning eyes and I nod my ok. He reaches for my belt and loosens it and then the button on my pants. I hold my breath for what is next. He unzips my pants and he sees my red boxer briefs and sucks in his breath in anticipation. He reaches inside my boxers and grabs my hot dick and I get fully hard with his touch and he grabs it and starts to move his hand slowly. He smirks at me and laughs, here. He moves his face into my crotch and starts licking thru my boxers and I feel the wet material and movement of his tongue across my cock. I yell with him looking at my face and say "please, Blow me Dougie, I need it now" he pulls my dick from the boxers like unwrapping a present and suddenly takes me in his mouth and down to the root. I gasp with the sudden sensation of the realization of having Dougie take my cock for the first time and his first cock ever. That I was his first is like taking his virginity to me. Even though it is nothing like that in reality. I get up and pull my boxers down and he has full access to me. He starts to suck up and down all the way taking every inch. I love the sensation as I run my fingers thru his hair messing it with neither of us caring about that. He pulls up and licks the outside of my shaft up and down and enjoying the licking's get him up and rip open his belt and pull his pants down also. I want his cock after such a long wait for this prize. His rock hard dick pops up and he smirks again and I smile in delight. I drop down and suck him all the way down and up again and he screams his approval "FUCK YEAH, SUCK MY DICK DAVY" wow. That is awesome. I like it and want it a lot. I push him down on the bed and start sucking him fast. I want him to cum and I want to taste him fast. He smells so good. His red pubes on my nose as I suck him all in. He gasps with pleasure and pushed my head down on his cock not wanting to leave his dick. After a few minutes, I taste a sticky sweet substance and realize it is his pre cum. This is the nectar I want from him. I lay down with my legs up near his head and he sees my dick in his face and grabs for it with his mouth as I shove his down my throat. I feel him gobble me down also and we start a 69 and have the taste of each of us in our mouths. Then as I feel I am about to cum I get a sudden strong feeling from his body shuddering and I feel his balls pulling up as he moans loudly and realize he is about to shoot his first load into my mouth. I wait for the anticipated sensation to hit my mouth. But I shudder as well and know I am about to shoot also. I realize we are about to culminate in the ultimate simultaneous pleasure of Cumming together. Both of us holding tight to each other's bodies and pulling as if to draw each other into our being one. I realize how much I love this sensation of ultimate love. I wonder if he feels the same but want to believe he does feel it. The strength of his arms leads me to believe he is enjoying this in the same way I am. He loves me and I love him and we are experiencing our first mutual orgasm. I want this to last forever but know it is going to be over in only seconds. I start sucking wildly and he returns the feeling to me. It is almost like we are sucking ourselves which is impossible for our body types. But the intensity of his orgasm is unbelievable. He is Cumming so many shots into my mouth and I am shooting at the same time. We both suck and taste each other and he tastes better than anything I ever had before. I wanted to keep enjoying it forever, knowing it had to stop soon. He will not stop and neither will I. I think we both are exhausted but hold each other's dicks in our mouths not wanting it to end. I linger the taste on my tongue not wanting to let it go, but I want to share it with him so he can see how wonderful he tastes. We quickly turn to kiss and our tongues intertwine with our cums and he tastes his and I taste mine. The mixing of our cum made an elixir of love that I have never experienced before. I could not stop our kissing and fondling our bodies. He was more than I ever expected or could hope for. He breaks and says to me, that was amazing Davy. It was our first act of sex and it was so much better than I had ever expected. I felt good about his reaction since it reflected exactly how I felt as well. We had both made each other happier than we could have hoped for. After having the best sex I ever could imagine, we lay in bed together and hugged. I asked Dougie to tell me things that I did not know about him. He asked, "What kind of things do u want to know?" I said just tell me your story and what you felt as you experienced each moment that changed your life. He sighed and said, you have made me happy, why does it matter what happened before? It doesn't to me, but I want to know the things you have gone through and how it made you feel. I know you have been hurt by many people in your life, the good people and the bad. I want to feel what you felt; I want you to be a part of me. What hurt you also hurts me. I need to know why I feel this way and to empathize with you. I know you have gone through pain in silence and tried to keep it from everyone, but I want it to be us that went through the pain together and I can only know that pain as I experience it through your expressions of love and hate and good feelings and pain He cried and looked at me with his soulful eyes and nuzzled into my chest. He struggled to get the words out. He was experiencing the pain again and I cried as I started to see it in his beautiful tear-filled eyes. I kissed his forehead and he continued to try to speak. My family has known I was gay for a long while and they were loving and caring and supportive of who I was. I felt good that I could depend on them. At 15, I realized that I am not happy bottling up my emotions forever. I was in a silent world by myself and my friends were always including me in events but they started dating girls and I had no interest in girls. They always wanted to have me join them on dates but I declined since I would have to find a girl and it would not be what I wanted. Several times I wanted to tell my friends that I am gay. I feared they would be offended and would no longer want to be friends. They would be afraid I would hit on them or that other friends of theirs would think they were gay also. I realized that I could not worry about what they think or do. I had to be true to myself and hope they would not be chicken shit. I decided to tell my closest friend John first. We were having lunch together and were alone this day. I asked him if I told him a secret, would he promise not to say anything and he said sure. I said how do you feel about gay guys? He said, I don't know, I never thought about it before. I asked if he ever talked to any and he replied, I do not know, but I guess I must have and not known it. If you found out they were gay, would it bother you? He was in thought for a few seconds and said probably not as long as they didn't make me feel uncomfortable or try to hit on me. I told him that I was gay and he didn't seem bothered by it. He said I think I have known for a while now. I was shocked and asked how he knew. He said "you never show any interest in girls when the guys talk about it. You never have a date. He asked why I am not interested in girls and I said cuz I like boys. Haha. He knew John was his true friend and trusted him completely. He went on to tell his other friends that he was gay, without any good results. His close friends deserted him. It hurt a lot and he was pissed at them. He cried in silence and he didn't know how to deal with this and tried to ignore them. Seeing them in school was painful for him to see them avoid his glance and to ignore him. Dougie was still the same person. The same great friend that would do things for his friends but they were afraid of him that he might come on to them which did not give him even a slight chance at remaining friends. He went on to maintaining friends on shack chat where he not only was accepted, but always shown love. I was fortunate enough to find he wanted to be my friend as much as I wanted to be his. I always looked forward to seeing one of his many names and aliases and often trying to figure out if he was Dougie. He always greeted me with a "Hey Davyl!!" Which made my heart leap? He finished telling about his life and we fell asleep. A few hours later I woke to find myself back in my bed alone with "no Dougie". I searched to be sure and when I saw myself in the mirror, I was shocked to see I was no longer young. Was it just a dream and it never happened? It seemed so real. Next time I saw Dougie, I asked him if I was with him last night and he said "I feel like you were and I must have dreamed you were, cause we had great sex. Even though it was not real, we both had the same simultaneous dream. This made both of us feel good.