Completely agree on why should gay guys need to make public their sexual preferences?! and Why do they become labeled?! and mostly on Why does it matter?
Amazing words.. cant wait till next chapter great job :kiss:
Completely agree on why should gay guys need to make public their sexual preferences?! and Why do they become labeled?! and mostly on Why does it matter?
Amazing words.. cant wait till next chapter great job :kiss:
Yes, Alex is gay. so what ? why is it matter to Ryan ? why people has to stick their nose on other private business ?
I am eager to find out what happen to Alex next.
That evening Alex spoke to Jason online trying to come to terms with his outing and what Ryan had said to him. Jason’s response was simply that whenever he was asked personal questions he would not respond. His view was that Alex was entitled to his privacy and that how he chose to live his life was not the concern of other people. He was not against Alex being open and honest with Ryan, nor with the other Rattler’s team mates, on the proviso, that, really was, what Alex wanted to do. According to Jason labels were things useful on canned items at the supermarket but as far a people are concerned serve no such purpose! As such Alex was given the freedom to choose. Truth be known Alex would have preferred a direct answer from Jason telling him what to do rather than the “noble” response which threw the responsibility back onto his shoulders.
Something inside Alex made him want to shout out his love to the world!
Something inside him wanted to burst free … and yet … something else warned him to be careful!
There was no particular right or wrong answer.
In the end he decided not to talk to his team mates.
However he decided to confide in some friends who he felt would be there through his whole life. Latisha and Coach Brown in particular were people he both loved and trusted as friends.
Since they already knew he had been to Australia his conversations with them were very similar.
“You knew I spent some time in Australia.”
At this point the magazine was produced.
“I went there for a reason connected to the Ironman competition. You can read about it here.”
This was often followed by a positive response as they looked at the cover and flicked through some of the pages.
“What you didn’t know is that the guy on the cover is a friend … the truth is that he’s more than a friend … what I am trying to tell you … is that I’m … in a relationship with him. His name is Jason.”
This part was often characterized by a short silence as the news was processed.
“When I go there I stay with him. I wasn’t sure whether to tell you or not …”
Surprisingly to Alex, this information was accepted much more readily than he had expected. If anything there was curiosity about how they met and what their plans might be. Alex had not expected the support he was given. In an additional twist they wanted to meet Jason.
It’s an oddity that friends accept each other as they are and yet society has some difficulty in doing exactly the same thing. It’s reassuring the people we love and have as friends matter more than ill judged society concepts. After all we would rather be seen as a person than an impersonal statistic.
The Rattler’s season record was superb as the team headed towards late February and then onto the beginnings of “Mad March” the frenzy time for college basketball teams. So the timing of Alex’s “outing” didn’t really have a big effect. Coach Brown talked to Alex for over an hour bringing their conversation around to the team and whether anything should be done to keep the cohesiveness of the team intact. In the end they decided nothing would be required other than to continue to work hard
Meanwhile the last race of the Ironman season was held. The final format was a series of 5 consecutive sprint races in which 50 competitors lined up for the first race, but, at the end of each race the last 10 competitors to finish dropped out making the numbers decrease from 50 to 40 to 30 then 20 with the final race having 10 competitors. Jason kept a low profile in the first three races, content to make sure he qualified for the each subsequent round. He then went as hard as he could to take out the final race of the season. Six wins and a second across the season was the best ever result since the ironman began and cemented his place as Ironman Champion and a sporting icon for the surf life saving movement.
One week later Jason attended the glittering Ironman Presentation Dinner then the following day was on a plane to the USA with little else on his mind other than finally being with Alex.
Alex had no reason to be nervous, but, he was! His eyes scanned the crowd coming through the arrivals gate searching. His face lit up like a beacon the moment he saw Jason pushing a luggage trolley and his heart leapt for sheer joy. He looked so brown and tanned and at the peak of physical condition. He was wearing a pair of slim fit jeans and a blue patterned T that if anything made his shoulders look even wider and his hips even narrower.
Jason soon saw Alex’s beaming face and his stomach felt butterflies. As soon as he could he wrapped his arms around Alex giving the biggest and warmest hug.
“Dude, I have so missed you” gushed Alex. “Here let me help!”
Jason grinned from ear to ear without needing to respond.
As Alex leaned over to pick up Jason’s baggage, Jason’s eyes drank in the sight of Alex’s magnificent body sending shivers of anticipation and delight through him. Then it was through the airport and to a hire car for their drive home.
It seemed like only minutes had passed rather than hours because their drive was filled with incessant chatter. The nervous excitement of seeing each other, ebbed away to be replaced by steady increments to their sexual expectations. Every mile seemed to make their need for each other grow. Alex in particular was going absolutely nuts. His body was going crazy with desire. They were barely half way and Alex’s cock was already hard inside his jeans making any position he sat in quite uncomfortable.
Jason firstly noted the unsettled changes in position and looked down to see the bulging front of Alex’s jeans. “Is it 3 o’clock” he asked.
“No it’s still morning” replied Alex, “just after 11.”
Jason laughed knowing Alex did not get his joke. “Sure looks like it’s at 3 o’clock to me!” he replied looking down at Alex’s swollen crotch. “Man are you toey or what?”
“Toey? What’s toey?”
“Hahaha … maybe that’s an Australian term… make that horny.”
“Oh horny … what made you think that?”
“The front of your jeans … looks like a decent sized bulge to me… I’d say it’s about 3 o’clock hahahaha” he blurted.
Alex got the joke this time and laughed along. Then stopped the car on the side of the road next to a copse of trees.
Alex would have done it on the side of the road if Jason had hinted at the possibility, but, instead jumped out the car dragging Jason through the trees.
From the car to the trees was like a blurr! Their need for each other dominated every brainwave sending shooting pangs of intense desire through their bodies. Every step brought the glorious moment closer. Neither of them could wait a second more. They were at each other in a hungry flurry of arms, flesh and legs. Their skins were on fire as a primal overwhelming need pulsed through their bodies. Alex could not contain his desire as his hands went all over Jason’s body distorting his flesh and his hungry lips pressed hard against Jason’s mouth. Jason responded with equal passion but was more content to let Alex take control. Alex was crazy with desire, his tortured body knew what it needed and animal instinct took physical control. He tore off his shirt and flung it to the side pressing Jason up against a tree trunk with his hungry body. He lifted Jason’s shirt and hungrily sucked on his nipples, then pulled the shirt off. He kissed Jason with intensity while he fumbled with the front of his jeans in a rush to get them off. He forced them down around his ankles then undid his own jeans exposing his massive cock to the open air. His cock throbbed with excitement. He crushed Jason’s body with his own with their cocks held fast between them. “Please Jason” he murmured as Jason opened his body in readiness.
Alex’s cock was the hardest it had ever been, it throbbed in expectation! His cock was magnificent, it was long, thick and so primed it was like a freight train going down hill at speed and unable to be stopped. He could not hold himself back any longer and entered Jason almost exploding instantly but held back just enough before plowing his massive cock inside as far as he could. Jason writhed between Alex and the tree but eagerly opening up to the physical onslaught. Alex drove his cock in and out with an unparalleled passion and great intensity as his lust took control. He thrust his cock hard and held his position as wave after wave of hot cum shot out of his cock deep inside and his body heaved in delicious release. He struggled but was unable to stop himself from yelling out. He clung to Jason panting then hugged him tight before rolling back and noticing Jason’s sticky cum coating both their abs.
Alex grinned at Jason “sorry he offered.”
“Wow!” exclaimed Jason “that was amazing! Nothing to be sorry about, I want to come back here if it’s always like this!”
Alex was still panting, his chest rising and falling as he sucked in oxygen from the air. “I’ve missed you.”
Jason laughed “seems like an understatement to me!”
“It was!” quipped Alex as he laughed along.
“We have some catching up to do.”
“Oh … don’t I know it!” laughed Alex. As he leaned over and kissed Jason slowly and passionately and his cock showed it was ready for another session of love making.
“So much for jet lag” exclained Jason! Actually quite a good way of getting over jet lag (grins). That night they would both sleep well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had been waiting for this update for a long time. It is worth the waiting. It seem it will be a long night for Alex and Jason.
Good chapter. Look forward for more
Good lovemaking is such an important part of a relationship. The boys need lots of it. So do the readers lol ;)
A very powerful reunion, indeed, lol!
Thanks for the update.
I can just feel the passion combined with the intense lust both Alex and Jason are experiencing. So glad Jason is finally back with Alex. It sounds as though both did very well in their respective sports. Look forward to all the catching up they have to do.
A week later it was Jason who woke first as usual and snuggled closer to the warm body next to him. He never tired of looking at Alex’s body nor did he ever tire of tracing the lines of his muscles with his finger tips. He felt like the luckiest person on earth right at that moment despite which he often worried it would somehow be taken away from him. If this is what being in love felt like then he never wanted it to end. His hand brushed over Alex’s tight abs down to his soft cock that was big even when it was soft and gently cupped his balls before returning once more to rest on his cock. He drifted off to snooze lightly as though he felt the world in his hands and he was happy. It was a perfect start to the day.
Yet this day would mark the second repercussion of Brennan’s article!
Just before Alex headed off to morning training his cell rang and Alex looked at the caller ID on the screen before answering “Hi Brennan.”
Alex listened for a while glancing occasionally towards Jason before ending with “ok sure … I will … and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
“What is it?” asked Jason “is Paul ok?”
“He’s fine … it’s not that … it’s about you.”
“Me? What is it?”
“I don’t really know … someone tracked down Brennan after the magazine article … they were asking a lot of questions about you!”
“Is that all?” laughed Jason.
“It is … but … Brennan declined to release information without your permission … he told me to talk to you and let him know what to do.”
“It’s probably better if I call Brennan back … I’ll do that after my swim” replied Jason.
“Ok … sure … I need to get to training …”
“Yeah, you go and I’ll find out what’s going on … we’ll talk later.”
“Don’t forget where you need to be at 4:00 o’clock.”
“I won’t” replied Jason and with that he moved forward and his lips brushed Alex’s as he whispered “I love you.”
“I love you too” replied Alex.
Alex completed his personal training, had some lunch and took a class before returning to the afternoon training session with the team. His team was well into “Mad March” and about to go on a crazy road trip of 6 games in 8 days. Depending how results went it was possibly his final road trip and maybe his final games for the team.
Alex and the team were in the meeting room where they often spent time with the coaches analyzing games or individual skills. They were all seated listening to the head coach when Coach Brown entered from the back of the room then slipped into his seat. His eyes caught Alex’s and he nodded.
The head coach finished his spiel “we have done the training, we know our plays, we know each other’s games and it’s up to each one of us to stand tall in a statement of our courage and to show who we are.”
All eyes turned to the flat screen mounted on the wall as the final footage showed not a basketball game but a 15 minute compilation of Ironman Australia. It ended with the scene of the Bondi race where Jason gave up his first win to help a mate. As the screen went blank Coach added “gentlemen are you inspired by this?”
“Hell yes” came back the first reply.
Followed in succession by quick responses.
Coach Brown invisibly moved to the back of the room and opened the door.
As the head coach continued “Well then gentlemen let me introduce you to Mr Jason Smyth.”
In walked Jason to a chorus of cheers.
The questions were fired quick and fast as Jason did his best to keep up with them. He was the smallest guy in the room dwarfed by the tall forwards and even a bit shorter than the guards but with arguably the greatest courage and the greatest modesty about his achievements.
This final session for the team had nothing to do with tactics or skill. This was a session for inspiration and for motivation.
Jason’s message however was far more universal because he was making the statement that said he was an ordinary guy blessed with wonderful opportunity but that every person has the same courage inside them whether they know it or not, and that it was up to them to discover that essence resting inside.
… and with that Jason was now an additional team mascot on the road trip!
On the walk back to Alex’s room he asked Jason how his call with Brennan went. “Oh that was fine” he replied “we ended up agreeing to Brennan supplying my cell phone number and do away with him being caught up in the middle. The only odd thing is that he said that another person called asking for contact details. How weird is that two separate people within 24 hours.”
“Oh” exclaimed Jason “do you see that?”
“What!” exclaimed Alex as he looked around.
“That” replied Jason pointing.
“The bench seat!” laughed Alex now realizing what Jason meant.
“Oh yeah … I think we may have been this way before” he chuckled.
“Can’t you wait till be get back?”
“I could … but … it’s more like … I don’t want to … I like it here!”
At that they both laughed and strolled over to the bench.
Did you miss me?
Nothing is amiss here - all good. Just enjoying what life has to offer.
I didn't realise it had been so long though and when i saw 20 000 reads - omg that is fricking amazing. I would love to hear from some of those silent people too. Any message is a good one.
Cheers all and have a great 2012.
Happy New Year, Michael!
I've been thinking about you.
Have you run into Taz around here? He could be one of your Lifeguards! He's a Goldcoast Guy.
I loved your installment. The intrigue of what/who's trying to contact him . . .
Thank you Michael for your new post. I am glad the story is develop in the right direction. I sense there will be hurddle ahead. cause life will not be so smooth sail like in fantasy land. Happy ever after. Oh well what I am talking. let Michael do the talking. we are waiting.......
Happy New Year to you too! Great to have an update, but it sounds a little ominous...
I hope these inquiries from two different people aren't something to worry about. However, I'll just have to wait and find out.
Glad everything is going well for you. I hope your enjoying the summer.....it's feaking cold up here...lol
Thanks for the update. (*8*)
The road trip passed in a blur as mad March slipped away. The team won more games than expected taking some great scalps among them Clemson and Stanford, but, at the cusp of making the NCAA final 16 fell to the brilliance of Duke. Alex despite his breathtaking brilliance had played his last game as a college athlete. The team arrived home late at night, tired, and anxious for home comfort and familiar beds. The players and coaches euphoria, from having played so many great games, was replaced by the inevitable drop in energy into sheer exhaustion. Alex didn’t remember getting home, didn’t recall Jason undressing him and just fell back onto the bed stark naked, he was fast asleep in seconds. Jason undressed quickly then crawled naked across Alex’s body and snuggled close sharing the heat of their bodies and drifted off to a well earned slumber of his own.
Despite being the early riser Jason slept late (for him) and stepped out of bed at 8:00 am. He hurried out to the supermarket and returned with two paper shopping bags of supplies. Just before 9:00 Alex woke to the delicious smell of coffee and freshly baked bread rolls, accompanied with delicious fresh fruits in a bowl topped with yoghurt and cereal, and the widest smile on the planet.
Although still tired, Alex had a full day of catch up tutorials. He had to eat quickly then hurry off to courses. Jason on the other hand had missed calls to attend to from his cell. He chose the easiest one first and text messaged Tom Beavis back in Piper’s Point regarding arrangements he was in the process of making.
Next he replayed three curious messages. There was no point in delaying any further so he pressed the call back option to respond to the first missed call.
Two rings later a voice answered with an efficient “Landon Legal this is Beverley speaking how may I help you?”
“Um hello” stumbled Jason “this is Jason Smyth … is there a … well I’m returning a call from John Howard.”
“Just a moment sir, I’ll see if Mr Howard is available.”
After a very short pause John Howard spoke on the phone “Jason” he rolled of his tongue in an overly familiar tone as though he was an intimate acquaintance “how are you?”
If the tone was an attempt intended to create familiarity then it did not succeed! Jason was tired, wary and on guard.
Ignoring the attempted familiarity Jason came to the point “It seems you have been trying to contact me …”
“We have, my boy, we have indeed.”
“and …” interjected Jason a little annoyed at the choice of “boy”.
“… first things first, how are you and where are you?”
Jason was too wary to answer the question. He paused then added “I’m sorry Mr Howard but … I’m not interested in light conversation and … I don’t really intend answering questions. If you have something to say then … say it … otherwise ... ”
“Very well as you wish … I represent a client … In the interests of my client I would like a meeting in which I could present certain conditions for you to consider at significant financial gain to yourself.”
“Not exactly ... no … more an agreement … or if you prefer … an arrangement.”
“Yes, but, I do think a meeting is advisable so we can continue this discussion privately face to face.”
“I see … and if I decide not to attend a meeting?”
“Oh I would suggest this meeting would be considerably worthwhile and in your best interests.”
“but … if I don’t attend.”
“That’s not something I can speculate about.”
“… If I do attend then when and where would such a meeting take place?”
“Well … I do know you are in the USA.”
How would he know that thought Jason!
“… and we have offices in Washington, New York, Miami, Houston and LA. So it could be at any of those … or perhaps a location of your own choosing.”
“I will think about it and let you know by Friday.”
“Till Friday then!”
The second message didn’t permit a call back number. Jason played it back somewhat disturbed by its content.
A soft voice almost a whisper began “Please … please … I beg of you don’t listen to them. Stay away … for your own sake … stay away” and then ended as quickly as it began.
The third message was different again!
“Jason I am so glad to have found you. I think I am your aunt and can’t wait to welcome you into our family. It’s such good news I can barely wait to share it. Please call me.”
He toyed with the idea of calling, but, instead put his phone away and dialed Brennan to talk about what he might do next.
Good to see our boys back again. However, there seems to be a little mystery brewing. Sounds interesting. Looking forward to Jason solving it.
Hey, Michael! :wave:
GREAT to see you posting again! I was beginning to wonder ... (group)
As for the story ... it's wonderful to get back in contact with "the boys"! However, the "contacts" that Jason has encountered seem to be a bit of a "trap" no matter how they're taken. :eek:
The first seems to be the most "genuine". However, given the second ... :help:
The third sounds like an outright scam ... then, again ... :confused:
Looking forward to where you might be taking Us! :=D: ..|
Of course ... no matter what ...
Keep smilin'!! :kiss:(*8*)
Good to have an update on our lads!
I guess I'm not overly long in finding this and reading it.
(I've been off more than on the past week or so.)
Later that evening Alex listened as Jason brought him up to date on the content of his calls. “Okay” offered Alex hesitantly. “I can’t say I understand what is going on … but … I think … that you’re the only one who can decide … whatever you do I am behind you.”
“Behind me huh!” laughed Jason.
Alex grinned at the joke, “No, seriously … I’ll support you no matter what!” A comment that made them both laugh again.
“The thing is” Jason offered “I am happy right now … more than I ever thought possible. Do I really want to risk that? You and me … that’s more important to me than anything.”
“I don’t think you would be risking that.”
“Maybe not … but would I even consider risking anything? Why would I?”
Alex looked at Jason and understood he was very serious he chose his reply carefully
“Do you think … I would let you?” He replied tenderly “that is important to me too.”
Alex continued “I can only speak for myself … the day I found out I was really Alex Jackson was the second best day of my life. When I found out who I was, who my father was … it just seemed to fall into place, everything clicked and there weren’t any lies ... no more shame. I like being Alex Jackson. Looking back on it I’m glad I found out. Alex Jackson is a better person than Alex Perry ever was and yet it is still me and somehow Alex Perry will always be somewhere inside me. I loved my mother and I love my father even though I never got the chance to meet him. If he hadn’t been someone so special I would have wanted to know who he was. I still have an intense dislike for the man I thought was my father … for how he treated my mother mainly … but me too. So I know I am never going back there. It’s who I am … both Alex Perry and Alex Jackson … being both or just the same one doesn’t matter too much. When I left and went out on my own a lot of good things happened to me … maybe I was lucky … I changed a lot but still know I am the same person and have lots of reminders of that … I could say take me as I am but for some reason you already do … but you’re not me … so maybe it’s different for you. That’s why I am saying whatever you decide I am here for you no matter what you choose and however things go. Maybe it’s time for you to … let me.”
Jason looked at Alex as his eyes betrayed his feelings.
Alex got in first and smiled as he said “you want to know what was first don’t you?”
Jason nodded with his face somewhat full of emotion.
Alex laughed “I should say that it is a story for another day.”
“OK” whispered Jason whose eyes were suddenly downcast.
“No!” countered Alex abruptly as Jason’s golden eyes peeked up again “… the best day of my life? Jason … you were right about me … I was always holding out on you … I did love you but kept holding back because I still felt some love for Paul and felt I owed it to him … I know that I lost you because of it … but, it was Paul who encouraged me to wake up to myself and go get you back … so we went to Australia in the hope I could talk you into a second chance … and the best day …” Alex’s intense blue eyes became a sea of emotion as the words tumbled from his heart … “it was the day I held you in my arms in a Sydney hotel room and I finally got to tell you how much I loved you and meant every word. That moment is with me forever.”
Jason sprung off his seat and into Alex’s arms in a tight embrace.
Relaxing a little Jason asked “so when do we go find out what’s happening?”
“My courses are full on right now … but … I am catching up … maybe a week … like, are you sure you would want me about?”
Jason smiled then added “we do this together or not at all.”
“Then how? … and where?”
“Hmm well … I’ve never been to New York … have you?”
“New York it is then.”
Hmmm ... Very nicely told, Michael! :=D: ..|
I'm still floating in a 'fine fog', and wondering where you might be taking us. (group)
And, no, I'm not talking 'just' New York. :lol:
Keep smilin'!! :kiss:(*8*)
Thanks for stepping us, ever nearer, to "Dum dee dum dum Daaah - the CLIMAX" - of our boy's back story!
I'm enjoying every installment.
Very nice, Michael. I like the reminiscence of Alex's past. It brings back many exciting memories of the beginning between he and Paul. A very moving and emotional chapter.
Great writing as usual. I look forward to the next chapter.
Wonderful, well done, awesome story. You skills improve with each chapter.
What an amazing and wonderful story - you are clearly a very talented and skilled man - each chapter has opened up and told more - i cannot wait to read more
“It’s not too late to change my mind is it?” queried Jason as he scanned through a rack of shirts on coat hangers for something that would catch his eye.
“Not again, Jason” replied Alex “we’ve been through this a hundred times already. Whatever comes up doesn’t matter … Ok! … This one looks good … what do you think” he queried as he held a deep blue shirt under his chin.
“Looks great we should get that one!”
“I’ve already got two.”
“So … make it three … I’m paying anyway.”
“I could put one back offered Alex.”
“No … you need some shirts for when you start work, we’ll take them all!
“What about you … we should get something for you too.”
“I might look over there for some jeans.”
“That’s the kids section Jason.”
“You’re kidding right!”
“Sometimes they fit better, that’s all.”
“Hold on what about this one? Muttered Alex again as he held up another shirt.
“Yeah get that one too. …. Things could change though … couldn’t they …”
“Only if we want them too … relax … I’ve never seen you so nervous.”
“How much time have we got?”
“You asked me that two minutes ago and we have another 30 minutes.”
“When should we go then?”
“It’s only across the street, there’s no point in being too early.”
“I’ve had enough …let’s get these now and go find a place for a coffee.”
Alex produced his dazzling smile knowing very well that Jason’s anxiety had to be humoured, even so coffee sounded better than the past hour of fidgeting.
Twenty five minutes later Jason and Alex sat in the waiting room outside John Howard’s legal office. Jason’s right leg bounced up and down as he tried unsuccessfully to control his nerves which contrasted with Alex’s calm relaxed manner.
A door opened followed by the appearance of the distinguished and experienced lawyer they were there to meet.
“Jason” he boomed in an overly friendly style “we meet at last” he continued as he held out his hand.
“Mr Howard” spluttered Jason, round eyed and almost as astonished as a kangaroo caught in the headlights of a car. “… this is Alex Jackson” he replied turning towards Alex.
“Mr Jackson” boomed the voice as he shook hands with Alex “are you a legal representative.”
Alex responded with a simple shake of his head and a quiet “no.”
“Ah fine … well then right this way” his voice boomed as they were ushered into a spacious office with generous windows, a great view and full of natural light.
With a generous wave of his arm John Howard indicated where Jason and Alex should sit. “First time in New York?” he queried.
Jason looked to Alex for support before responding with a “yes”, quickly followed by “What’s this all about, why am I here?”
“That Jason is a very good question! Why are you here?”
“I’m not sure … I mean there are things I don’t know … some answers maybe … but you’re the one who asked me here so maybe it’s you who should be explaining that to me.”
Mr Howard thought for a moment then began to speak “You present somewhat of a dilemma Jason … this discussion today could go lead to several outcomes … my client basically wants protection … I’ve been given some latitude to work on their behalf … to do so we would need to ascertain your intentions … I may be in a position to provide some assistance with answering your questions, however, it is how you use that information that could potentially become an issue for my client. My client is anxious that he or she is provided with some assurances. That is why you have been invited here … so that we can talk things through and reach a satisfactory resolution for all parties.”
Jason sat very still his face not betraying the turmoil he felt inside.
Mr Howard continued. “We are aware of recent difficulties and proceedings in Australia that could have a damaging effect here should they become known and connected. Your presence here is one such connection we would be anxious to avoid.”
“Me? I don’t understand. Jason froze unable to move, his face pale at the unexpected news.
“Let’s start this again Jason. Why are you here?”
Jason looked at Alex his face imploring him for help. “Alex … please!”
“Mr Howard” began Alex “Jason deserves to know who he is … I speak for him when I say he doesn’t need or want anything from anyone. He’s not after money, he doesn’t want to make life difficult for anyone … he only came here because I wanted him to. He needs to know how he came to be Jason Smyth … he knows something happened and because of that he had to make his own way in life …” Alex faulted a little as his emotion came to his throat “He … he’s … the most courageous person I’ve ever known. Help him Mr Howard … tell him what happened, tell him something about his real parents … help him to know who he is.”
Hi everyone, I have not been around for a while - just enjoying life too much.
Thanks for all the fantastic messages. Particular thanks for all the people who have read my story from the beginning. It's a little epic these days don't you think.
Cheers to all from Michael
I saw you on yesterday, and was hoping that meant you would be updating us on the boys.
You are being maddenly frustrating, lol.
And then, and then, and then . . . Lawyer speak - Why are you here?
BECAUSE YOU KEPT PESTERING ME TO SEE YOU, AND I WANT TO KNOW WHO I AM, REALLY!!!!!
Looking forward to the next installment, and hoping it comes by a lot sooner rather than later.
Michael, always good to see you return. Glad you have been enjoying life and, it is never "too much." It's wonderful to have an update on Alex and Jason. Hopefully Mr. Howard will be able to calm Jason and give him the insight he needs to be a whole person. Alex has helped, but now it is time for some real answers. I really look forward to the next installment and clearing another mystery. Thanks, and continue your "too much enjoyment of life." :D
Wow! Great to hear from you, Buddy! (!w!)
Your story update is extremely appreciated! And, we're all eager for More! :=D: ..|
Butt ... Better than That! ... It's great to hear You're doing so well! Keep it UP! (group)
And, Yeah! ... no matter what ...
Keep smilin'!! :kiss: (*8*)
We want more but we are grateful for what we got :)
Geat to hear from you agian. also good to know you are enjoying life and happy.Thanks for the update on the boys. We all are eager and wait for the new chapter. Hope it will not take too long. Thanks
Really enjoying the story ... looking forward to the next installment.
Hi guys - all good here and enjoying life - plus the surf season has just started even though the water temp is really cold while the days are very hot and over 38 degrees (that's 100 degrees for you guys from usa). I've already done patrol once and water safety twice.
Anyways - I'm sorry for leaving this so long and allowing unfinished threads hanging - those of you who haven't given up on me might like to know where this part of the storyline is going. I guess the best way of figuring that out is to put up some "words" and let you be the judge.
Cheers to All from Michael
“Thank you for being candid … however … my client requires protection and confidentiality. I accept that you want information and do not intend to use such information at this point in time … however … my client must be satisfied such information is never released ... not now and never in the future. As such my client requires a water tight agreement preventing you from using any information you might obtain. Should you be willing to undertake such an agreement then I am authorized to draw up a contract binding you to certain conditions. My client would also provide recompense of a considerable sum … the amount to be agreed upon through negotiations with me as the client’s representative I have already drawn up a list of conditions designed to protect my client … but … cannot proceed until there is an assurance you wish me to continue.
Neither Jason not Alex knew how to respond. Jason in particular could not speak at all. Alex looked at his stunned soul mate then summoned a response “thank you, Mr Howard, we don’t know what to make of this … we need time to think … would it be possible to give us 24 hours?”
Mr Howard breathed deeply then responded “24 hours then.”
Alex somehow steered Jason towards Central Park where they just walked and walked with little communication. Eventually he couldn’t stand it any longer and stepped in front of Jason ready to force a reaction from him.
“I know you’re upset!” he offered “… but this is getting to me! I can’t help if you won’t let me.”
Jason looked into Alex’s blue eyes and capitulated, he looked to the ground and simply said “I know … I’m sorry.”
“Do you want to know what I think?” said Alex feeling some of Jason’s pain.
“I think we should go home.”
Jason nodded “You’re right” he replied. “I … I just thought … I wanted to know … I wanted it so bad … it’s so close. They know it all and I know nothing! … but I have something better … I have you.”
Alex pulled Jason close and held him.
Later that night, after dinner in a nice restaurant, Alex led Jason across the hotel room to the king sized bed. He lifted Jason’s chin then caressed his lips with his own and allowed his tongue to gently create a union between them. Then he tenderly peeled Jason’s clothes off until he was completely naked and bathed in yellow light from the room lamps. He slowly moved his hands over Jason’s body coaxing pleasurable little gasps. He felt every muscle, sinew and bone as he explored the body he knew so well but taking time to touch the places he knew would draw the most response. Jason opened his legs in invitation and Alex hovered between them with his huge throbbing cock poised in anticipation. He slowly pushed his cock forward against Jason’s hole making it give way and entered Jason’s body. Once inside he moved slowly making love, sweetly and gently with all the tenderness he felt. “I love you Jason” he whispered, whilst Jason melted into oblivion feeling closer to Alex than ever before. Alex deliberately fucked slowly sensing a joining of their minds as well as their bodies, he knew he was helping Jason and didn’t want the moment to end. More than at any time in their lives were they so completely open and in love with each other. It felt so good to have his cock inside Jason and his cock began to send tantalizing signals that started to make Alex’s body convulse bringing on the moment of climax as Alex pushed his cock all the way inside allowing his seed to spurt deep inside Jason’s body. He lay on top of Jason his cock still inside and licked some of the salty tears that had run down from the corner of his eyes. Much later the morning sunlight would filter through sheer curtains to bless their naked bodies while Jason lay wide awake gazing at Alex’s perfection.
Being so close to having an identity - yet not.
Meanwhile, having a TRUE identity - and soul mate at his side and inside him.
You've been missed, Michael. It's good to hear from you.
Oh Michael, what an extreme pleasure to hear from you, knowing you are doing well and still remembering us with Jason and Alex's story. The curiosity will still remain, but with Alex at his side, he is truly a whole person. When such conditions are made as Mr. Howard stated, knowing the answers would do him very little. They would still remain a secret and mystery which would probably grow larger as time progressed. Looking forward to reading more soon.
I can only chime in with what our Buddies, above me, have already said! ..|
Awesome to see you back! And, I'm also thrilled that you're continuing the story! (group)
Keep smilin'!! :kiss: (*8*)
Jason reverted back to what he had done throughout his whole life – he blocked out the unpleasant and immersed himself in the combination of training and healthy eating. Weekends were for his body to recover but during the week his strict regime included early morning swims with alternating jogging or cycling then later in the day rotating sessions in the gym of core strength, upper body or lower body workouts. At first the sessions were light but grew in both time and intensity as his rested body adapted to the stress of hard exercise.
Meanwhile Alex had his final exams to complete then arrangements had to be finalized for his year in Australia and then a short road trip visit to Paul and Brennan followed by a week with Jerome. The final weeks of June were spent training alongside Jason even though it meant wearing the inevitable speedos and the continual feeling they were inadequate in hiding his bulging manhood – not that Jason seemed to mind!
Early July is winter in Australia but it didn’t seem like it. No snow, no frosty mornings and even the ocean seemed warm. Jason had made some changes to the house while he was away to make it eco-friendly with solar energy installed from panels on the roof, insulation in the walls and ceilings, and improved water access. There was also an extra bedroom and a clever new kitchen that looked like it was old. Their bedroom looked different too with more space for Alex than before and a draw full of different brands of speedos. Out the front and off to the right near the outdoor shower was a rectangular gazebo style building with a brand new hot tub. To Alex it looked almost the same but maybe a bit more up market – that plus its location made it feel exclusive. Alex commenced his internship year starting off at the Maxton Hospital. He joined a team of three for 6 months following which he would join a private practice for a further 6 months. He was holding his own joining in and completing some of Jason’s training sessions, which, prompted Jason to suggest he complete the Bronze Medalion course through the surf club that would result in him joining in regular patrols as a dinky-di(aussie lingo for true blue – the real thing) aussie life saver. He managed to avoid the wearing of his speedos in public – not however in private in which case he was enjoying the playful love making. Life was good and rolling along nicely.
Jason had finished both start-up training, an endurance block and was now working on shorter sprints in the lead up to the first event of the ironman season to be held 2 hours south on the beach in the city of Newcastle. His sponsors were paying ridiculously generous amounts for seemingly insignificant things. For example Jason wore a logo on his cap, a different logo on his T shirt, sponsor shorts and so on and the dollars kept adding up. Even before he returned from the States his bank account had multiplied many times over but now the money rolling in arrived in significant amounts. With the introduction of craft work to his training, emails, correspondence and managing finance Jason was adept at burying the thoughts associated with his heritage. However this would soon take an unexpected turn.
The event of significance was at a funeral. One of the older surf club members from the early days of the club had passed away in a retirement home. The current members held an honour guard as the coffin was wheeled out to the hearse and again at the local cemetery. The gravesite service ended following which most people drifted off to go in their own directions. Alex was on the periphery waiting patiently for Jason to finish a conversation when he noticed the huge hulking body of Corinne standing unusually on the wrong side of the graveyard, he watched her stoop and place a small posy of flowers up against a small cross. She stood for a while then did her own version of ethereally floating away back to her own waiting husband and into her car (ethereal not really being in her make up so perhaps it was more like thudding footsteps from a superheavyweight weightlifter with the ground shaking only slightly and the car bouncing to show its heavy duty suspension).
Jason bid his farewells then made his way over to Alex.
“Did you see Corinne” asked Alex.
“I did” answered Jason “and Pete, but neither of them spoke to me – that’s their problem not mine. I can’t say I am too worried about it.”
“No … but did you see what she did?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Well … you know how you told me she said you weren’t hers and that her baby died …”
“She was just over there and placed some flowers.”
“Ok … it’s probably nothing … but … I think we should go look! It seemed odd to me.”
“I’m over this Alex” replied Jason.
“Maybe you are but it can’t hurt to look can it?”
“Not so sure I want to.”
“I want to … I sense something - just humour me … ok!”
“Your call …”
Alex led the way over to the small cross with the posy of flowers. He crouched down to look at the card on the posy and his eyes widened as he read the inscription.
“Jason you really do need to read this!”
“Ok then …” Jason uttered somewhat impatiently – more out of being in a negative mind and not wanting to go down the track of any information that would drag up his anguish again.
“Don’t you see?”
“I do … but so what! We already knew or at least suspected her baby died this just proves it.”
“But … this is a marked grave … there will be records … if this is her baby … then … don’t you see?”
“Yes I do … it was her baby – it doesn’t shock me.”
“But … you took her baby’s name … so this baby … there will be a record … don’t you get it?”
Jason’s eyes flickered slightly at the implication.
“If we find out the name to this grave …”
The walk to the caretakers offices took only one minute - once there and having introduced himself Alex took charge making inquiries. The caretaker already knew the answer to the question - yet – followed correct protocol and located the records required. He then rattled off the details confirming that the body buried there was indeed a male child deceased on the exact date of Jason’s birth and gave the name as John Wilkes. He then declined to give further details as per protocol but kindly told Alex that there would be a public record in the department of Births, Deaths and Marriages where he could get a copy of the birth/death certificate. Then, as if he knew it was needed, added one anecdote – he remembered a big storm – more like a cyclone that drifted too far south – trees were down all over the place – ambulances and police couldn’t get through from town– it was when you were born young fella he nodded towards Jason – that little one was born that night too but his mom she was way out at Horseshoe Bay … and … she needed help that never came and that little one - he didn’t make it. The Doc was stretched too thin that night and couldn’t manage everything what with people injured, damage everywhere then her and your mother both having babies at the same time.”
“Did the mom die as well?” Alex asked.
“No … she was sick for a while then she left without a word just like when she came, she was here then she was gone.”
“Did you know her at all?”
“Didn’t know her … but she signed all the papers and paid the money … then left … never looked back.”
Alex took the lead as thought he was an investigative reporter. He followed up on the certificate from the registry office proudly presenting the document to Jason showing him the name of his mother but unknown as the name recorded for his father.
The following morning while Alex went to work, Jason determinedly knocked on the door of his parent’s house. Neither Pete nor Corinne knew what to say so Jason came right out with what he wanted. He produced the birth certificate record and added “take your time but I want to know and it has to be the truth” then he waited until someone spoke.
Corinne’s face was expressionless as her beady eyes seemed to lose focus as though she was in a trance. Pete began “Doc and I … we thought we were doing the right thing … your mother … she didn’t want her baby … she was so little … she never even looked at you … our baby … he … he never even took a breath … stillborn …Doc said he died before he came out and never had a chance.”
Corinne sobbed – it was the first time she had heard those words – she had been so out of it with medication at the time – but she had always known – she and Pete were blond with blue eyes – Jason looked nothing like them – she knew he wasn’t hers.
“Yes that’s her name on the certificate” added Pete. “What are you going to do now?”
“I have no idea” replied Jason “I just wanted the truth.”
A powerful chapter - I feel like I was reading it a mile a minute - a Km every 40 seconds or so.
My head is spinning from the change back to Jason's intense workout routine to the funeral and Corinne and the cemetery office and the records office and up to his parent's house . . . Wow.
Now - will WE ever know?
Whoa! So much closer ... and, yet ... still so far! #-o ](*,)
THANK YOU! for this Awesome Continuance, Michael! :=D: ..| (group)
And, of course ... No Matter What ...
Keep smilin'!! :kiss: (*8*)
Very interesting and still the mystery continues. I'm not sure if Jason wants further information, but it seems Alex does. A very intense chapter, Michael.
Glad to catch up on the hunks!