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Dream Lover

by Hermes

© 2011

Chapter 2

-Tuesday-

Waking up that morning I couldn't get the images out of my head. Then it dawned on me. This was the same image I had caught glimpses of last night. Nothing tangible, but I now know it was the same image. This time, it was clearer. I felt odd. I was attracted to him. Not just like I needed to get closer to him, but I was physically attracted to him. This only served to confuse me further. I like girls. I had always liked girls. Hadn't I?

I crawled out of bed, my dick leading the way, bobbing up and down as I walked around my room. I looked at the clock and realized I had over an hour before I needed to leave for school. Mom wouldn't have breakfast ready for at least twenty minutes. I needed to think.

I walked naked across the hall to the bathroom, turned the shower on to the right temperature and entered. As the water was cascading down my body I tried to put my thoughts in order. I tried to force it from my mind. After a few minutes, I was able to close my eyes and not see him. I thought back to the kiss that Katie and I had shared a few weeks ago. As I remembered that kiss -- our tongues sloppily trying to explore each other's mouth, I started stroking my already hard dick.

As I built up I thought about the day that finally I would get Katie to touch me. She would stroke me as I was doing to myself. Eventually she'd even suck on me and let me cum (once I was able to) into her mouth. I was building to a very satisfying orgasm. Who knows, maybe this time I would shoot.

I was stroking myself with feverish intensity. When the moment was nearly there, I closed my eyes and saw Katie's face. She opened her mouth and out of it came the words, but the voice was not hers. It was the boy's from the dream. “We are meant to be one.” And I came. I still didn't shoot, but I came more forcefully than I could ever remember.

Usually orgasm is a time when a boy feels nothing but elation. Then why did I want to cry? I was becoming so very confused. I toweled off and opened the door to return to my bedroom. I exited the bathroom only to run into my mom. Physically. Talk about embarrassment. It's not that I was embarrassed about my mom seeing me naked. That wasn't it. I wasn't hard. I was just visibly upset. She took one look at me and could tell.

“What's wrong, Honey?” She asked.

At that moment, the dam burst. Tears started running down my face. I grabbed hold of my mother's waist and buried my head in her bosom. “I don't know, Mom. But I'm scared.”

To her credit, she said nothing. She simply held me in all my naked glory and allowed me to regain control over my emotions. Once I had she said lightheartedly, “It's been a while, Trevor, and I can say you are definitely growing up, but you probably want to cover that thing. Why don't you get dressed and come down for breakfast, if you want to talk about it, I'm a good listener.”

I think my face turned at least 50 shades of red. I smiled. “Thanks Mom. I'll be down in a few minutes.” I then quickly stole into my room and closed the door. That simple act of holding me without judging or questioning was worth more to me than she would ever realize.

I dressed, made sure I had my homework and the jocks for Hector in my book bag and headed down for breakfast. She was sitting there, reading the morning paper and drinking a cup of coffee. She saw me approach and put the paper down on the table. I sat and helped myself to the breakfast she'd prepared. Waffles with fresh Strawberries; one of my favorites.

She was silent as I started to eat. That's another thing I loved about my mother, she would wait until I was ready to talk. About half way though I looked at her. “I don't know, Mom. There's something happening that's confusing to me. I can't put my finger on it.”

“Do you want to tell me what it is, Honey?”

“Uhm, not yet. Let me think about it some more, but I will talk to you about it soon, okay?”

She looked at me with a look that only a mother could give. In an instant I think she understood, even if I didn't. She didn't press me.

Having finished breakfast, I kissed mom and left for school. I expected Katie to meet me like she had the day before but she wasn't there. I waited a few minutes but decided she was probably still mad at me from the day before. I started walking. Every now and then the words would pop into my head, “We are meant to be as one.”

Without realizing it I'd been so deep in thought I was surprised as I noticed I was walking up toward the doors to the school. I walked to my locker and saw Hector there. He saw me and smiled, waving a good morning. I approached and whispered into his ear, “I have 3 more of those for you. Mom got them.”

He smiled but I could tell he felt a little sad as well. I raised my fist. “Friends?”

He bumped fists with me as his smile intensified. “Amigos de por vida.”

He kind of laughed when he saw the confused look on my face and said, “Sorry, sometimes when I'm really happy I slip into Spanish. That's all we talk at home. It means, Friends for life.”

“Yeah.” I said with a grin.

We grabbed the books we'd need and headed for Mr. Hastings' class room. There was still about 10 minutes until the bell when we entered. Mr. Hastings was at his desk. He looked up as we entered. I noticed that we were the first two that entered the room. We made our way to our seats. I noticed that Mr. Hastings followed us with his eyes to our seats. He had a smile on his face. It wasn't a creepy smile. It seemed like he was just pleased that Hector and I had become friends.

The classroom filled up. When the bell rang, Mr. Hastings asked everyone to take their seats. He stood at the front of the classroom and looked at each of us, making a mark in his grade book. I guess it was kind of cool not having to take 5 minutes while he called everyone's name and waited for them to say “Here”. After a minute or so, he started lecturing.

The subject for the day was converting fractions into decimals. This was something I found really easy. Once you realize that all it consisted of was dividing the top number by the bottom it was really easy. He lectured for about 20 minutes then told us to do the odd numbered problems at the end of the chapter. He said that if we needed more practice we could do the even ones as well. He also told us that once we tried to work them on our own, we could team up if we needed more help, or we could call on him to help us.

It only took me about 10 minutes to do the problems. I turned around and saw Hector trying. He was really trying to figure it out, but he was not having much success. I raised my hand and Mr. Hastings came over. “May I turn my desk around so I can help Hector?”

“Thank you for asking, Trevor. Yes, you may.” He gave me a wink. Okay, even though it wasn't really creepy, it was starting to make me wonder a little. But I turned my desk around and quietly started talking to Hector. He explained to me what he didn't understand. I started explaining to him how I figured the problems out by doing one of the even numbered problems, that way I wasn't doing any of Hector's homework, but was kind of tutoring him. Once he saw what I was doing it was like a light bulb turning on. Hector got a big smile on his face. I gave him another of the even numbered problems and he was able to figure it out on his own. I then watched him do the odd ones only interjecting when he seemed to get stuck on something.

When the class ended I turned my desk around. Hector had finished all of the odd problems and also most of the even ones. He felt proud of himself. We bumped fists as he left for his second period class. As I was leaving, Mr. Hastings said, “You are really a good teacher, Trevor.”

I was kind of proud of the fact that he had complimented me. “Thanks, Mr. Hastings. It feels good to hear someone say that.” I waved and left for my second period class.

The day droned on. Finally, lunchtime arrived. Hector and I met at our lockers. We shook hands and when we did, I passed two dollars to him so he could buy his own lunch. He tried to tell me I didn't have to, but I explained that my mom had given it to me for him and that it made me feel good to do it. I guess he didn't want to insult me so he took it and said, “Thanks.”

We got our lunch and walked over to the same table we had been at the day before. That's kind of an unwritten law. Once you make a claim on a table it's yours. When we got there, Mike and Eric were there and there was two other boys as well. We sat down. Mike asked me, “Is it okay if two of our friends join us for lunch? This is Nate, and his best bud, Julio.” Again, I looked at Hector and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey Nate. Hey Julio. I'm Trevor, and this is my Amigo de por vida, Hector.”

Hector smiled at what I'd said. Julio kind of laughed. Julio bumped fists with Hector, then me. When he did he said, “Not bad for a white boy.” Everyone laughed. That was it. Nate and Julio were, as of that moment, members of our lunch group. Not bad. 2nd day of school and I had 5 new friends I hadn't met before.

As lunch was winding to a close, Hector seemed a bit nervous. I was too. We had P E next and that meant we’d be changing clothes, and after class, we’d be showering. Hector and I walked to the locker room after stopping at his locker so he could grab the 'stuff' I'd given him. I grabbed the two that I would replace the ones I'd given him the day before with. We entered the locker room just as the bell rang. Coach was standing at the doorway to his office. Once the bell rang, he yelled out, “5 minutes guys. Get changed and meet me in the gym.” Then he went into his office and closed the door.

I opened my locker and felt a little nervous but started taking my shirt off. Once I'd done that I folded it and put it in my locker, pulled out my uniform shirt (t-shirt with the school logo on it really) and put it on. Then I loosened my belt and after drawing a deep breath pulled my pants off. I grabbed a jock and quickly pulled my boxer briefs off and was pulling my jock up when I noticed Hector kind of staring at my dick. He blushed as I pulled the jock up and covered myself. I adjusted the pouch so my dick and balls were comfortable and pulled on my gym shorts. Hector was just standing there with his shirt off.

Coach opened his door and yelled “Two minutes, guys. Get a move on!” Then left for the gym.

Hector was just standing there. I whispered to him. It's okay, Bro. Just do it. Don't worry, nobody is going to say anything. He nervously, without moving his eyes from mine pulled his pants off. He wasn't wearing underwear. I can't say I didn't look. I'm a guy, after all. From my quick look, Hector had nothing to be worried about. I only had a couple hairs around my dick, he had a full bush. Well, he had a lot more hair than I did, and it seemed that his dick was bigger than mine too. He also wasn't circumcised.

I guess he saw me looking because he blushed. I winked and positioned myself, turning my back so I blocked anyone else from possibly seeing him. The next thing I knew he was dressed and we were on our way to the gym. About half way there, I whispered to him, “You don't have anything to be ashamed of, Hector. You're probably more developed than most of the guys. Matter of fact, I bet most of them will be kind of envious when they see you when we have to shower.” This made him smile a bit.

In the gym, Coach had us test to see how physically fit we were. He had us do Jumping Jacks, Push Ups, and run around the gym about a million times. Okay, maybe not a million, more like 20 times. About 15 minutes before the end of the period, and the end of the day, he blew his whistle and yelled, “Okay guys, hit the showers. Remember EVERYONE showers!”

Some of the guys ran to the shower room, probably so they could try to be in and out before most of us got there. When we got to the locker room, there were naked guys all over the place. As Coach said, some were big, some weren't. Some had hair, others didn't. Hector and I stripped and walked to the showers. While we were there I noticed one boy who kind of looked like he was trying to hide in one corner of the showers. The only shower heads open were right next to him. I took the one closer to him and Hector took the next one. One of the other guys looked at Hector and said, “Dude, Nice! I wish I had that much hair. It's cool!” This kind of made Hector feel good.

I was washing myself but couldn't help but notice the boy next to me didn't seem to have moved. I looked over at him. He didn't seem all that developed from the back. He kind of looked like I did a few years ago. Then I noticed his shoulders. He was crying. I turned toward him and said quietly. “You okay?”

He turned his head toward me and I could see he had been crying. He kind of choked out, “I can't let them see, I got a boner.”

Immediately I felt sorry for him. I had my back turned to the rest of the shower room and reached down. I grabbed myself and gave myself a few little tugs, just enough to start myself boning up. Once I was hard I purposely started laughing. “Damn. I wish it wouldn't chose times like this to decide it want's to get my attention.” I said loudly. I then turned to the rest of the shower room and everyone saw my bone. A couple of the guys started laughing. I then said, “Hey. You guys are just like me, you know it has a mind of it's own!”

One of the other boys said, “Yeah, I got one too.” Then another said the same. The boy next to me heard this and turned his head. Seeing my boner and a couple of the other guys he turned and laughed saying, “I got one too!” Looking at him he was by far less developed than anyone else in the shower room. His boner was only about 3 inches long. He had absolutely no hair anywhere but on his head and he balls were held very tightly to his body.

We all laughed. We finished showering. Our boners went away before we walked to the cage to get our towels. When I got to the cage Coach handed me my towel and said, “Aabrams. I'd like to see you in my office after class.”

Okay, now I was scared. I walked back to my locker. Hector was standing there still naked talking to two other boys. He was no longer concerned about others seeing him. As I was dressing, I told him Coach wanted to see me. We got dressed and Hector told me he'd see me the next day. He took his dirty P E clothes and put them in his bag and left.

I finished dressing and went to the Coach's office. I knocked on the door. Coach looked up at me and said, “Ah, yes, Aabrams. Come in and have a seat.” I entered and he closed the door. I was sure I was in major trouble.

He looked at me. He didn't say anything. His expression didn't say anything to me. I was becoming more scared. Finally he spoke. “I've had my eye on you, Mr. Aabrams. What you did in the shower room.” He paused. I thought I was done for.

“Uhm, I just wanted the boy next to me to not be scared. You told us yesterday that it was normal for boys to bone up once in a while, but he was obviously upset about it. I felt I needed to do something. I'm sorry if I broke any rules.

Then he continued, “probably saved James from being really embarrassed. I like the way you think, young man. Thank you.”

To say I was shocked would have been an understatement. He stood and put his hand out for me to shake. I shook his hand and he said, “Okay, I will see you tomorrow.”

I left kind of shaking my head. When I exited the locker room the boy I'd helped in the shower room was waiting for me. He waved when he saw me come out of the locker room. “Hey. I hope you didn't get in trouble.”

“Uhm, actually, he wanted to thank me for helping you out. I'm Trevor.” I offered my fist. He bumped fists with me.

“I'm James.”

I just looked at him, not saying anything. “I guess you're wondering. I'm only 11. I skipped a grade.” That definitely accounted for his lack of development.

“Dude, you must be really smart! Don't worry about it. You got a friend here, and friends watch out for each other.”

“Cool. I don't have many friends here. Most of the guys don't wanna hang out with a runt like me.”

“Well, you don't have to worry about that. We should hang out some. Get to know each other.”

“Cool. Wanna go with me to my house? We can do our homework then play on my Xbox.”

I asked where he lived and was amazed that he lived less than a block from me on the same street. I said, “Cool. We can walk together and stop at my house, I'll tell my mom then we can go to your place.” That is exactly what we did. On the way to my house we talked. He was really a cool kid. I just knew we'd become good friends.”

We stopped at my house and I introduced James to Mom. She got us a snack and said, “Trevor, why don't you change out of your school clothes before you go to James' house.” I thought that was a good idea so I left James in the kitchen and started heading to my room. Once I had changed I headed back to the kitchen. Mom was in the living room and whispered into my ear, “You know, you make me more and more proud every day.”

I blushed. Then I went into the kitchen, ate my snack quickly and told mom I'd be back later. Then James and I left. We got to his house and he introduced me to his mother. She smiled, telling me how happy she was that James had made a friend. Unabashedly, he told her what I had done for him in the shower. While I blushed like crazy she took me into her arms and hugged me. She couldn't seem to thank me enough. She told me that I had to stay for dinner.

I called mom and asked permission. After she spoke to James' mother, it was decided I would in fact stay for dinner. James and I went up to his room to work on our homework. I was a little surprised. When we got into his room there seemed to be two of everything. Two desks, two computers, two twin beds. The odd part was that James told me he didn't have any brothers or sisters. I guess he saw my confusion.

“My cousin Richie is moving in with us this weekend. His parents died in a car wreck and he's coming here to live after the funeral. He's 12, like you and he'll be in our class. We're gonna share this room when he gets here so we set it up so we'd both have the same stuff.”

We worked on our homework. James was really smart. He was finished before I was. Once we were both done, he went downstairs and got us each a coke. For the next hour or so, we played on his Xbox, drinking soda and just talking. About 15 minutes before dinner, James got kind of quiet.

“Uhm, Trevor?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we really friends?”

“Of course. Nothing could change that!”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing, Bro.”

He appeared to be really nervous. “Okay, I hope you really mean that cuz I wanna talk to you about something serious. I think I need to talk about it before we can really get to be good friends.”

I could tell he was very serious about this, it must be very important to him. He sat, staring at the floor as he said, “You remember what the Coach sad yesterday? You know, about 10% of boys being gay?”

“Yeah.”

“I think I'm one of the 10%. I thought you should know before we really got to be friends so you wouldn't have to hang with me if you didn't like me cuz of it.”

To say I wasn't shocked would have been a lie. I'd known him for just a few hours and he opened himself up to me totally. “James. You remember what else Coach said about it? If you're gay, you're gay. So what. That doesn't mean we can't be friends.”

The next thing I knew I had an arm full of an 11 year old hugging me. He was crying. I wrapped my arms around him and held him. I don't know where it came from but while I was holding him I whispered into his ear, “I'm not sure about myself yet anyway.”

He looked at me with wide eyes. Before I could go on, his mother called us and told us to wash up for dinner. While we were washing up, I told him to ask his mom if he could do homework at my house tomorrow, we could talk more about it then.

Dinner was great. His mom made a pot roast that was really really good. Almost as good as my mom's. (She'd kill me if I told the truth that it was really better than my mom's”). James got permission to do homework and have dinner (I'd called mom and gotten permission) at my house the following evening after school.

After dinner, I said my goodbyes and headed home. Mom was waiting for me. She gave me a huge hug. She told me that she'd talked to James' mother while we were doing homework and both she and James' mom were really happy James had made a friend in me.

I felt really good about myself. I went up to my room, stripped, and walked over to the shower. Hopping in I cleaned up and after toweling off walked back to my room. I was really tired so I plopped down onto my bed, crawled under the covers and was asleep in seconds.

During the night my dream returned. This time I saw the boy's face and his chest. He wasn't wearing a shirt. I also noticed that I could see my chest also, and I wasn't wearing a shirt either. He was smiling at me. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but every time I reached out he seemed to be just out of reach. The next thing I knew he was staring at me and heard his voice saying, “We are meant to be as one and I think I'm lucky to have found a great person like you.”

When I awoke and looked at the clock it was almost 7am. I was fully rested and felt great. I guess it's time to start another day. Who knows what this one will bring.

End – Chapter 2

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