When I was a teenager I had a yf whom I adored and, since I was so out already, naturally I told him of my feelings. He was only about 10 at the time and I was 16.

He just said to me that he wasn't gay and didn't want to do any stuff like that and I assured him that I wasn't asking him to... that I was happy to just be his friend. Our friendship continued happily and only several times was he ever cautious around me (once when he was getting changed and didn't want me to look at him naked... which was fair enough).

The best night of my life was laying next to him when we shared a bed in a caravan... sigh. He was topless and I just held him the whole night and was very well behaved. A few times he woke up and finding me embrasing him, wraped his arms around me and cuddled me tight... sigh.

At 13 his mum poisioned him against me and then took him away from me which was one of the most miserable experiences of my life :(

Now as a grown up, I'm generally against telling my yfs about my sexuality... but I make sure they know that I love them.

Blessings
Cat.