14, just got finished watching The Wicker Man seeing his tragic death angered me and I had to defend him everyone in school called me a fagggot for loving him so much, I didn't care. Ran into the bathroom and cried, not because of the names but because that I failed him, but suddenly I felt a presence, a warm loving presence. I looked in the mirror and there he was behind me, the great one, the one. He said he loved me more than his own son which was a failure, and he loved my body, I loved him too. He bent me over the sink and filled me up with his cock and I felt him release his sweet honey into my ass and he whispered to me "Cage is love Cage is life" and he was gone. I am his National Treasure