.........................................................I woke up on my bed. I felt different. I could feel there was power running through my veins...I also felt less substantial than before like I wasn't really there, more like I was hovering only partly in this world. I climbed out of bed I released I wasn't touching the floor, it unnerved me but just by thinking about it I sank dawn the last centimetre and my feet touched the floor. The connection wasn't solid though like it once had been. ..and he just pulled down his pants.We both pulled up and kept talking after that...but the story does not end there. He finally got to asking if my girlfriend and I "fooled with each other." I told him yes, that we like to screw. He asked if she ever licked my weiner. Trying to see where this could go, I answered, "No she does not, but my friend Steve does." He looked shocked and said, "really???". I told him, "yes, it is normal for boys to do that. It feels good."After assuring him it. Until tonight, when you touched my cock when you thought I was sleeping, I never dreamed that you could feel the same way about me that I did about you.”With this, he went into a story of how he had liked me ever since we met in grade 9, and got closer leading up to grade 12, the senior year we were in now. He kept saying that he was sad that I was straight and how every time we hung out, all he wanted to do was press his lips against mine and get lost together. At this, I shut him up by. Looking up, he saw a sign on the wall straight ahead of him – “< Restroom Morgue >” Turning on his heel, he shuffled to the left and pushed open the door to the unisex restroom. Once inside, he clicked the lock and took off his jacket, hanging it on the provided hook. He did not remove his cap. With a deep breath, he knelt down in front of the toilet and, his head hovering over the clean white bowl, vomited. Where the bile came from was a mystery. There seemed to be nothing in his stomach, and.