August 6th, 2007, 11:45 AM
Wow!! Michael, you certainly hit us with that one !!
Does Alex exist?!! It seems he has no Birth Certificate, but has got a social security number!! Very strange.
I hope Paul can find him & that Paul & his parents can help to sort things out.
Very well written, Thank you.
Looking forward to the next chapter.
August 6th, 2007, 01:49 PM
August 6th, 2007, 05:09 PM
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He didn’t exist, his mother didn’t exist. Was anymore proof required to be nothing? The last months he lived a beautiful dream that had crumbled in seconds. His dreams were false because they were never going to happen. If it’s too good to be true then it isn’t real. In the past he would run away, escape to nowhere; that was what brought him here after all. If he had only kept his head down and gone unnoticed none of this would have happened.
It was very late when Alex crawled from his hiding place. The game would be over by now, the fans long gone and most of the town asleep. Alex kept to the shadows making his way back towards the school. He skirted the gymnasium finding a small window open above his head and hoisted himself up through it into a small storage area. Opening the door he padded out to the court alone and stood silently on the place where he thought he had found his true self. The empty ache hurt. He turned back to the locker room to where the boys got changed. He could see in his mind Jerome’s thick black dick, the naked bodies and he could see golden sunshine in the aura surrounding Paul. What would Paul think? He reached for the dirty clothes piled in front of Paul’s locker holding up his sweaty underwear and bringing it to caress his face. The familiar smell mingled with sweat was the only thing providing comfort right now. Alex stuffed the underwear into his pocket and retraced his moves back out of the building.
Keeping to the shadows once more Alex made his way back to his hole of a room. He paused sensing around him as he entered his alley to make sure he knew who was about. He skipped between the dark shadows, opened his door and slipped silently inside bolting the door securely behind him. He lay on his bed staring into nothing then reached into his pocket bringing out Paul’s sweaty jocks and brought them up to place them on the pillow next to his head where they stayed all night.
Early in the morning Alex woke from his fitful sleep to the sound of someone knocking on his door. “Alex … it’s me … open up” called Paul.
Alex froze. The one person he wanted but also the one person he could not face. So he lay there as still as he could be until a shuffling of feet down the alley indicated Paul had gone. Several times during the day people had come and gone. Paul had been back several times and he recognised Coach Mulhearn’s patient voice along with Jerome’s. Hunger was Alex’s enemy and when Dulcie’s concerned voice filtered through Alex finally opened the door.
“Holy Jesus, you look like crap” she barked “just look at you.” It seemed the rumours had been flowing thick making their way to Dulcie’s Diner because she didn’t need to ask about what had happened. “You have to look after yourself hun, this is not you” she added “come on clean yourself up and let Dulcie feed you up a bit.” Typical Dulcie, non judgemental Dulcie who accepted you as you were and understood the basics of survival.
Alex sat in the Diner’s kitchen eating a hamburger under Dulcie’s watchful gaze. “Did they win?” asked Alex.
Dulcie shook her head “Nope they lost, … folks say they had no chance without you hun. Folks say you did something real bad and got kicked out. Not me though, I say there ain’t a bad bone in your body they’s just got it wrong.”
“… You don’t have to say nothing, hun … but hiding and not taking care of yourself … well that just ain’t right. I figure you’re more than that.”
“… and that kid … he’s been here maybe 7 or 8 times … you gotta talk to him hun … he needs to know you’re ok … it ain’t good to have people upset like that” added Dulcie as she dispensed her gems of wisdom.
As evening twilight came Alex hugged the shadows making his way towards the school once more. He found a shadow and melted into it near the outdoor practice court. Darkness came slowly and as it did Alex walked onto the surface to stand near the backboard. He closed his eyes took deep breaths and let his thoughts drift to the good times here with Paul. His reverie was broken by a sharp snap. Someone was there. Instinct, run! So run he did. He ran as though his life depended on it but whoever it was ran faster tackling him on the grassed verge. He had to fight.
Momentarily winded then scrambling and kicking to free himself from a vice like grip Alex turned towards his attacker.
“You want to fight me, you want to hit me?” screamed Paul. “If it makes you feel better just do it. I’m not letting you go.”
Alex slumped defeated.
Alex put up no fight allowing Paul to bundle him into his sedan and take him home to his parent’s house.
He couldn’t look at them any of them. He was a beaten man, a miserable wretch unworthy to be in such beautiful surroundings. Paul’s mother fussed around more than necessary and Paul just sat there watching, waiting.
Alex was in a trance of his own making as Paul guided him up to his room. Once there he turned the shower on adjusting the temperature then tenderly began to remove Alex’s clothing. There was no struggle as Paul undid the buttons of his shirt, sliding it from his stooped shoulders, nor was there any struggle when Paul eased him out of his jeans. Alex was past caring. Alex stood there naked, a vision of perfection marred by the body language of his shame. Paul also naked led him to the shower where he tenderly soaped and rinsed Alex’s body with shower gel. Alex ached but so did Paul and in the tenderness of the moment he was pouring his heart and soul into every tender stroke. There was nothing erotic about it, even when Paul cleaned inside Alex’s foreskin, this was the love and care he needed to give. Paul scooped Alex’s private parts into place inside a pair of his own underwear and proceeded to dress him in some of the clothes from his wardrobe.
Fresh and clean Paul led Alex back downstairs along the way hearing snippet’s of his father’s voice deep in conversation on the phone. “Yes he’s here now … you’re sure it’s him … hmmm … that does change things … when can I have it by? … Ok the meeting is at 10 am get it to me before then … sure … and thanks.
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August 6th, 2007, 05:15 PM
wow i find it hard to believe there r over 2000 hits. i reckon some loyal guys have come back a few times but thanks everyone including the silent majority .... that is such a huge buzz and truly humbling
very very unexpected
August 6th, 2007, 08:39 PM
Believe it man and you deserve every compliment that your getting. This is one excellent story that you have here. You had me hooked from the beginning. This story just draws you in and keeps you there. I believe you are on a real roll here. It's got love, sex and a whole lot of drama. I just can't wait to read the next part. I really envy your writing skills.
August 6th, 2007, 08:50 PM
thanks ken after a comment like that what can i say??
it's guys like u who give meaning to what we do
i'm just an average guy struggling on one of life's highways but you make me feel like a king ... wow ... and as for words you hit the spot and are far more eloquent than you realise
August 7th, 2007, 01:44 AM
“Well now don’t you look better” cooed Paul’s mom as she cast an approving eye over Alex falsely dressed in smart clothes for the first time.
Alex had not noticed that. He had shut down his senses for survival and gone within himself to a place few could reach. On the outside he just seemed quiet and withdrawn. He heard her though and was capable of functioning at a limited level. Tired and defeated as he was there was no doubt of their good intentions. Paul waited on him hand and foot making sure he ate, making sure he was comfortable.
Later he led Alex upstairs to his bedroom where he carefully removed his clothes and lowered him onto the bed naked. Paul lay down beside Alex naked as well enveloping him in the warmth of love, his hand resting above Alex’s heart. Tears oozed down Paul’s cheek, telling their own story of inner pain. Tired and exhausted both physically and emotionally they fell asleep entwined in each other’s arms till the morning light flooded the room.
Alex was first to wake looking around to see where he was. Realising he was naked next to Paul felt good. It was as though Paul’s energy had seeped through his skin to replenish Alex for another tough day. Alex looked at the sleeping face next to him. So handsome he thought! From his dark blond hair much lighter at the tips to the smooth brown skin and straight nose … Paul was the golden boy. Alex moved his arm across Paul’s chest holding him close as the remainder of his body snuggled close sharing his heat. Soon Paul woke up dreamily and the two boys gazed into the depths of each other’s eyes. Their souls drank quickly of each other before the moment could be lost searching frantically for confirmation the unspoken bond between them was unbroken.
“I’m sorry” began Alex.
“No don’t” cut in Paul “you’re safe … that’s what matters”
“But we … um … you lost and it’s all my fault.”
“We lost by ourselves it was you who helped us win. It’s not anyone’s fault, it’s just part of sport … besides we heard what happened.”
“Yeah, Coach told us in the locker room and all the guys were dirty on the VP for doing it. They don’t blame you either, they blame him though.”
“You had me scared, I thought maybe you did something silly like run away or worse.”
“I thought about it”
“I thought I had lost you” whispered Paul as his eyes moistened.
An hour later and downstairs for breakfast, Mr Marten … Paul’s dad said “Alex there is a meeting at the school today set for 10 am, you have to be there and with your permission I’d like to attend on your behalf.”
“I’ve been trying to find some evidence to help you and think I am onto something useful but won’t know for sure until I can see it and piece it all together. Paul will stay with you till then of course.”
Grateful for the support Alex nodded again as Mr Marten busied himself and left early for work.
Alex and Paul sat in the school waiting room anxiously. As the wall clock’s minute hand reached vertical making the time 10 o’clock the Principal’s secretary came to Alex asking him to enter the meeting room. Alex opened the door slowly already dreading what he would find. Inside the room he approached a long table facing sideways, on the opposite side of which sat the School Principal Ms Moody, Vice Principal Mr Carstairs, the School Counsellor, A School Board Member and the Schools Superintendent. He knew all this because their names and their roles were clearly displayed on the shiny black table top. Ms Moody asked him to be seated. So he sat opposite them one young man alone against their collective power. If this was a dark alley and the odds were 6 to 1 he knew what to do to survive but this was overwhelming. Alex shrunk into the seat preparing for the vicious onslaught.
Ms Moody shuffled various papers then commenced the proceedings outlining the history of Alex’s enrolment, his academic record, comments from his teachers his involvement with the basketball team and read out a recommendation from Coach Mulhearn. At least Alex had the feeling she was being fair to him. “So now Alex we would like to hear from you. Why has a bright young man with excellent potential been associated with alleged lies and possible fraud?”
Alex gulped, then open his mouth to speak … when suddenly the door swung open and in strode Mr Marten purposefully.
“What is the meaning of this?” asked Ms Moody curtly.
“I am this young man’s attorney” replied Mr Marten.
“This is not a court of law” she replied coolly.
“No but it will be in your best interest to hear me out before it does become a legal matter for the courts. I have some evidence to present on Alex’s behalf that will clear the matter up quickly.
Mr Marten then commenced the story he had pieced together that very morning.
“Nineteen years ago a very special quarterback played for State University. He took their team to successive NCAA titles and was named All American two years in a row. His name was Robert Jackson a name some of you will be familiar with.”
Some heads nodded assent at this.
“Then when the team was on a road trip a terrible tragedy occurred. Robert Jackson crossed a road to help a girl being mugged and was gunned down in cold blood.”
“Yes go on, I have heard of this story” entreated Ms Moody.
“What nobody realised at the time was that Robert Jackson had recently proposed to his girlfriend Rebecca and that she had fallen pregnant.”
“Alone and without support because she was disowned by her own family Rebecca somehow managed to survive. She met a man by the name of John Perry who took her in despite her pregnancy and she gave birth to her child Alex Jackson, a copy of whose birth certificate I now present.
John Perry filed for social security using the child’s name as Alex Perry on the application form yet the birth certificate was in the name of Alex Jackson. The two documents were clipped together with a note on the birth certificate noting the difference in names. I believe a second person picked up the file, completed the paper work using the name on the top sheet, the wrong name, and so the details were entered into the system and not rectified through to today.”
“Alex’s mother died 10 years ago as Rebecca Klien, not Rebecca Perry because she never married and a copy of her death certificate is attached.”
“So you see Ladies and Gentlemen the information supplied by my client is correct. His parents are indeed deceased, it is his social security number and he has used the name he thought he owned but which we now know to be Alex Jackson.”
He paused for effect and also to gauge his support.
“Now then before any of you speak I have one other matter to bring to your attention.”
Jim Marten dramatically wheeled round to face Mr Carstairs the Vice Principal. “Mr Carstairs” he began “I believe you have a son is that correct?”
The Vice Principal nodded going red in the face.
“… and that son plays High School Basketball correct?”
Oh the shit was really about to hit the fan now.
“Which school does he play for and did that school play our own school in the play off on Friday Night?”
Audible gasps were heard from several people.
“Well, Mr Carstairs” agreed Ms Moody “I too would like to hear an answer to that.”
The silence was evidence enough.
“Mr Marten I applaud your thorough preparation on behalf of a Alex. You have averted a huge miscarriage of justice. I will personally see to it a full apology is written to this young man in the school Newspaper and that appropriate actions will be forthcoming elsewhere.” She gave the Superintendent a knowing look.
“Alex” she continued in her crisp efficient style “I am very impressed by your strength of character and the manner in which you have faced the adversities in your life and apologise that the school was not there to help when you needed it most. I cannot undo what has happened, however, I do pledge the school’s support in whatever you need to do.”
Alex was as surprised as anyone, he turned to Ms Moody … “Thanks” he offered briefly before Mr Marten shook his hand vigorously then hugged him saying “come with me son I think Paul needs to talk to you.”
August 7th, 2007, 05:00 AM
is it possible to go back and fix up the mistakes?????? or do we just get forgiven and deemed human
man i so want to go back and correct stuff
August 7th, 2007, 09:00 AM
Wow, Great story, man. Really love the way this story was written. Full of drama with a pinch of sex. That's what i love most. Cheers!!
August 7th, 2007, 10:12 AM
Great development ... this story has obviously been very well thought out. The backstory to Alex's origins is wonderful ... his basketball skill clearly inherited from his biological father's own talent in sports.
A beautiful piece of writing and, if there are any mistakes they don't show and you are therefore forgiven ... lol. I know how you feel - I'm always too late to fix the mistakes in my story too.
"It's not a question of gay or straight. It's just a question of love."
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August 7th, 2007, 10:27 AM
What a wonderful development!!
Thanks Michael, very well written .... the suspense was awful!
August 7th, 2007, 02:04 PM
Just when you think it can't possibly get any better, it does. So it's Alex Jackson is it? Your simply amazing my man.
August 7th, 2007, 08:07 PM
I love this story. Alex and Paul deserve some good times together...
The Three Musketeers... Bashful, Chrisglass, and Ronboy!
August 7th, 2007, 11:05 PM
Into the meeting room walked Alex Perry alone and afraid but out walked Alex Jackson a totally different man. In ridding himself of his unwanted surname Alex felt truly free and ready to embrace the world in finding out who he truly was.
“Wow really … did he? … Go dad!” Paul exclaimed as he listened to the amazing story. “So you’re really Alex Jackson then … and he was a famous quarterback too” Paul added.
Later that evening after dinner at Paul’s house Jim Marten had further surprises in mind. He ushered everyone into the lounge and in his best courtroom theatrical style gained everyone’s attention.
“Now Alex” he began “I thought you might like to learn something about your father.” He took a large folder from the coffee table and handed it to Alex. Inside the folder were numerous photocopies of newspaper clippings mostly about football and the State University team the Vipers. Alex read about his dad the football player intent on not missing a single word. A huge grin appeared on Alex’s face as he came to realise that his father was someone really special.
Jim then went over to the VCR and pushed play as a recording of an NCAA Final football match appeared on the television screen. It was his dad on the screen. Alex was totally immersed watching his father play football. He cheered when they scored touchdowns and was so proud of the father he had never known.
At the end of the match a jubilant quarterback was called to the field commentator’s microphone for a post match interview. He unclipped his face guard and lifted the helmet off his head to answer questions with a huge grin on his face. Alex gasped his eyes filling with tears as he looked at his father’s face, his own face. The likeness was so amazing. He even smiled the same way, had the same curly hair and the eyes were unmistakeable. Hearing his sweet voice float across the room made him real to Alex, who innocently called out "hi dad" while the Martens passed knowing looks through watery eyes.
“I knew as soon as I saw you Alex. There had to be a connection. Robert Jackson was younger than me but I represented his father at the trial of the thugs accused of his murder. My client, your grandfather died 6 years ago, there is no one left now, there’s no trust fund or money to be claimed. All I have are the clippings and the video. It should be easy to find more if you want to search around.”
Alex opened his final envelope handed to him by Jim. It contained real newspaper clippings not just photocopies the difference this time was that they were about the shooting. As he read about his dad the hero his blue eyes swelled as the ocean with tears. There were several photographs mostly taken at football games but a few close ups. There was also a photograph of a pretty dark skinned girl identified as the person he had gone to rescue. Her heartfelt interview expressed great gratitude and sorrow for the family of her rescuer.
The silence that followed was not uncomfortable it was more like reverence for a beautiful life sacrificed to protect others. It was broken by the chiming of the door bell.
Mrs Marten went quietly to answer its call.
Through muffled voices could be heard “Ruth so nice to see you and Jerome, welcome come in.”
Through the doorway came Jerome with his mother. Mrs Marten introduced Ruth to Alex adding “I think you know where Ruth fits into the events Alex.”
Then it was Ruth’s turn to express her feelings to the son of the man who gave his life to protect her.
Dumbfounded for several minutes Alex didn’t know what to think.
“It’s incredible … wow … what can I say … how can I ever thank you all?”
“You already have son” replied Jim Marten.
Closing the door to the bedroom Alex drew Paul to him holding him close with a huge happy grin on his face. “I know what will make this day perfect for me” he whispered playfully, then drew Paul’s face forward to his waiting lips.
Slowly savouring every moment they undressed each other falling onto the bed in a tumble of arms and legs. The snake man lived up to his name writhing his sinuous body around Paul his tongue darting in and out sensing every scent, taste and feel of his body. Paul’s heart cried out to the man he loved and found it returned in full with a force so strong it could move mountains for Alex had opened his heart for the first time. Paul wrapped his golden limbs around Alex then arched his back rolling over. Alex’s long penis its head glistening moist and pink was poised directly over Paul’s anus. Alex looked deep into Paul’s eyes and profoundly said “I love you Paul” as his shaft gently forced its way inside. Paul’s eyes blazed golden fire heightened from pure joy. The snake man moved his body mesmerising Paul’s mind and body to heights he had never before attained. Their climax started as a deep rumble, toes buckled, muscles strained as both Alex and Paul gave their bodies to each other in deep convulsions that shook them as surely as an earthquake can. They lay facing each other deeply in love Alex with his long dick still inside Paul gazing into each other’s eyes.
“I love you Paul” reiterated Alex, “I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”
Sheepishly Paul grinned “um do you think right now is the best time for a conversation? I mean your dick is still inside me so I am at a rather large disadvantage right now … and anyway what makes you think you’re the only one going to have that kind of fun around here?”
Alex rolled onto his back laughing “try me then if you’re game.”
“Oh I will Alex” joked Paul as the pair resumed their lovemaking “I think you have excellent potential.”
August 7th, 2007, 11:12 PM
well i'm thinking it was ok for a first time effort.
Many many thanks for the support especially the regulars whose valued loyalty astounds me
you would think i have a twisted mind or a lot of time on my hands but nope
well maybe the mind is a bit twisted
seriously i am just a dad who happens to adore guys yet cannot do much about it and be faithful at the same time
so i figured this was a way for me to express my feelings
i hope i don't lose touch with some of you and welcome a chat oneday
August 7th, 2007, 11:56 PM
It's better than ok for a First time effort, I'm sorry to see it end, But I look forward to reading more stories by you. Your a great author. I hope you write more stories soon, I'll be looking for them.
August 8th, 2007, 01:40 AM
I have to agree with Endlessnight. What a remarkable story from a remarkable author. I have thoroughly enjoyed every minute of reading it.
I am sure you are a great father to your six children, and hopefully, in some way, they will witness the exceptional talent their father has. I think you have the ability to write with great feelings about many subjects and there will be those stories that you can share with them. In the mean time, please continue to share your other feelings with us. Let us be your audience.
August 8th, 2007, 10:41 AM
Brilliant, best story I've read on here.
August 8th, 2007, 06:10 PM
August 10th, 2007, 12:23 PM
Thanks Michael for a wonderful ending to a wonderful story.
You are a great author, & I look forward to reading more of your stories
August 11th, 2007, 02:38 AM
August 18th, 2007, 12:12 AM
yeee haaaa 3000 hits
thanks all .... what a blast
August 4th, 2008, 05:00 PM
this is one of the best strys i have read like it a lot hope to read more of your storys all i can is wow great
August 4th, 2008, 10:33 PM
Daid63, thank you so much for bringing a wonderful story back! Michaelnm2000 has to be one of the best and most accomplished authors of this forum. I have just reread the entire story and it effected me as strongly the second time as it did the first.
We haven't heard from michaelnm2000 for some time and I think it is time for him to reappear. At least I hope he does.
August 6th, 2008, 09:12 PM
Nice story. I hope you write more.
August 7th, 2008, 05:08 AM
On the Prowl
Among all the stories I have read in this forum, I think this is the most perfect story I had ever read. It is full of emotion and all. This proves that we don't need cheesy sex story to be excited by reading the story. The best among the best...!!!
October 11th, 2008, 05:39 AM
i am stunned by the overwhelming response to my story. I've had emails, messages, posts and never a negative from from anyone.
To all the people who took the time to read my story and to those who responded can i just say thank you.
yes i haven't been here for a while and yes i tried to start a new story but it just never lifted off the ground. maybe i need a new chapter in the "college" lives of Alex and Paul. I'll think about that!
the reason i was able to write was because of you guys - take a bow - without you the story is just words
All the best everyone
October 11th, 2008, 06:16 AM
Great to hear from you michaelnm2000. I hope you give us a new chapter if you feel you can.
October 11th, 2008, 09:20 AM
I, for sure, want you to continue the storyline. It's a very touching story. Keep up the great writing.
Originally Posted by michaelnm2000
October 11th, 2008, 10:26 AM
Michael, my name is Michael too; Your final installment of August 8th had me really crying my heart out through the chapter. You show that there is more to life than sex; yes, life is full of drama. Please write this story into a series- I want to hear more about the life of Alex and Paul. Thank you for your writing skills.
October 13th, 2008, 05:17 PM
Please, I beg of u; Please continue this story!
October 18th, 2008, 07:57 PM
Alex Jackson stepped out of a cab, inhaled deep and looked about him at the cheap apartment building he would call home for the next three years. He carried his few belongings across the pavement into the building up a fight of stairs and along a corridor searching for 219. Alex was here early because he had no where else to go.
It was a shame Paul wasn’t here with him. Paul’s life was now an hour and a half away in at State University where he would emulate his father’s success in gaining a Law Degree. Alex on the other hand was almost back where he had started 12 months earlier. Almost, but not quite because he had money saved from his job at Dulcie’s Diner and he had belief in himself. Despite missing out on the Athletic Scholarship to State University he had qualified academically for a place in a different College and had gained a chance to try out for the College Basketball team “the rattlers”. Already he missed Paul’s warm golden face, soft brown eyes, dazzling smile and friendly nature, let alone the physical aspects of their relationship. He was very disappointed Paul had suggested they be free to “date” other people and that was a major reason why he had no place to go and had come to College two weeks early.
Alex had decided he would use the time to familiarise himself with the sprawling University complex and work on some individual pre-season training. He unlocked his door, deposited his bags on the hard mattress and opened the windows to freshen the air inside his room and gaze out at the College dorms across the street. With the bulk of students due to arrive, in town in two weeks, the halls and rooms of the college dorms were bare of the usual business and noise associated with the start of a new semester.
Being alone was not a problem. He was used to being alone and fending for himself having spent his most of his life doing exactly that. He knew how to survive and had done so right up until he met Paul and realised how good it could be to experience being loved by someone and love them back. Losing Paul made him feel empty and overwhelmingly unhappy. It still hurt a great deal and now he was back to being alone, but, this time it was different because he had a future and had determination.
Alex quickly unpacked and stowed away his belongings which pitifully left the majority of his storage space bare. He changed into a singlet, shorts and running shoes and found his way back outside to jog around the University in the pleasant afternoon sunlight. A few minutes later he jogged past the gymnasium also known as the “Snake Pit” and ran up the steps into the coolness of the building. He was lucky to find a basketball in an unlocked equipment room and took the opportunity to run himself through some skills with the ball and practise some shooting completely unaware he was being observed by calm thoughtful eyes.
The days passed by in quiet solitude as Alex spent his time training twice a day and reading some texts for the semester ahead.
The last weekend of the summer break began with an early trickle of traffic and the sounds of students arriving to claim their spaces in the dorms. As the day wore on the sounds increased and laughter rang out across the street bouncing through the dorm halls as friends renewed their acquaintances. Alex jogged back through the groups chatting outside on the wide expanses of lawn in front of the dorms, across the street and up the stairs along to 219.
October 18th, 2008, 07:58 PM
I have no idea where this is going - it's a start (i hope)
October 18th, 2008, 09:11 PM
I like it except for that Paul ditched him
November 12th, 2008, 11:06 PM
Alex made his way down the University corridor in his usual inconspicuous manner arriving at a door marked Laboratory 106. He opened the door and found a seat on the opposite side of the room two benches behind the first at the front. He prepared for the upcoming lesson taking out the training manual and the work booklet for Chemistry 101. His interest lay in becoming a Physiotherapist and exactly how Maths, Chemistry, Physics, and Biology were necessary to achieve that goal was somewhat mystifying … still, if that what he had to do then so be it! Two minutes later the room was filled and the lecturer a slim bespectacled man with soft brown eyes entered taking his place stilling the wagging tongues with intelligent glances about the room.
Each student had to take a number and find another student with a matching number then sit in the designated seats according to the numbers selected. It was in this manner that Alex was paired with another student as his Lab Partner.
“Hello I’m Scott” he chirped.
“Um … hello … I’m Alex” he finally managed to blurt out before the silence became embarrassing.
Their eyes appraised each other in the hope their partnership in the Lab would not be a disaster.
Alex avoided eye contact as much as possible but could not help noticing the brown hair, brown eyes and tanned skin of his new Lab partner. Why did Scott have to remind him so much of Paul? A less attractive guy or maybe a female would have been easier to work with. As it was Scott would remind him of Paul every time they worked together and for Alex that meant a dull ache in his heart for something that just wasn’t practical and could not be. Still he would make the most of it having already pre- read the first half of the required text already and familiarised himself with the first months practical Lab experiments.
The two young men sat side by side about half way in the room and listened to the gentle tones of the Chemistry Lecturer who detailed the semester’s compulsory Lab work and required assessments.
Physics was later that day at 2:00 pm and once again Alex had to draw a Lab partner who this time turned out to be a studious African American girl who gave her name as Letisha. He felt confident this combination would work well and was intent on making the most of the opportunities.
Later that same day at 4:30 pm Alex entered the Snake Pit to try out for the Rattler’s basketball team. First the head coach Mr Anderson called the 35 hopefuls together explaining how the selection process was to work and also that the top 10 positions had been filled with students on Athletic Scholarships. That left 2 more Athletic Scholarships available to freshmen students and a further 4 more training positions. He went straight into coaching mode giving introducing his coaching staff and management team following that with instructions for how the selection process was to work. The 35 would be culled to 18 at the end of the first week and then down to 12 by the end of the second, with the final selections made at the end of the third week.
The training consisted of routine drills but with so many guys trying to gain a position the nerves obviously got to some students. It wasn’t all that easy to concentrate knowing half the group would be cut in just 4 days. Alex tried to focus but now and then someone would do something really athletic to challenge his concentration. He had already worked out how he would deal with the outcome. If he got one of the scholarships then great, it would really help, and he would have enough to live on. If not then he would get a part time job and work his way through to his degree. Right now however it was concentrate, work hard and do what he had to do to maximise his chances.
The first weeks flew by. Lectures were full of promise. He had met up with both Letisha and Scott (who still reminded him of Paul) and was even more impressed by them the second time around and as Lab partners they were as meticulous and careful as he was. The basketball training was intense but satisfying, but, of course the end of the week meant the first cut followed by the second and right now it was time for the third.
On the final training day the hopeful athletes gathered in the Snakepit to hear the news. One by one they were brought into the coaching teams office where the decision was given. The list being alphabetical meant Alex was chronologically midway in the group. When his name was called he walked along the sideline, around the corner and down the corridor to the coaching office. Coach Anderson was across on the other side of a table with assistant coaches either side of him. Alex sat in the chair opposite waiting for the verdict.
Assistant Coach Brown read from his list of attributes and things he thought Alex needed to work on as Alex listened. Then Coach Anderson delivered the final words.
“Congratulations Alex we would like to offer you an Athletic Scholarship.” It took a few moments to sink in as Alex sat stunned in total disbelief, then finally grinned and shook the hands offered from across the table.
November 13th, 2008, 08:47 PM
Great to have an update, Michael. Something down deep in my heart hopes that Paul will enter the equation again. If not, I look forward to meeting Alex's new partner. I know your talent will not disappoint any of us.
November 22nd, 2008, 08:30 AM
November 22nd, 2008, 11:01 AM
Thanks Michael. I loved the first story, but missed that you had continued.
Please continue this wonderful tale.
December 9th, 2008, 10:09 PM
He liked Letisha. She was a great Lab partner and developing into an even better friend. No he wasn’t about to “switch” sides – she was a friend not someone he was interested in going into a relationship with. Without Paul around it was safe having a female friend and many times better than starting up something that would prove to be false.
Scott was different. Alex had been aware of Scott from the beginning and found it difficult to figure out how this friendship was developing. The off putting thing about Scott was simply that he reminded Alex too much of Paul. Scott had complicated things further by inviting Alex to a few functions! Alex had not accepted of course and in the back of his head there was an idea that perhaps Scott was hoping to be more then the friendly person he already was.
In the Gym that afternoon the team was divided into the Probables and the Possibles. The first five, meaning the starting five were the Probables whilst the bench players were the Possibles. Alex was a Possible. The coaches put the teams through a series of offensive and defensive drills followed by a scrimmage session. Alex was matched up against the team’s starting point guard Sam. Truth be known it wasn’t really a match up – it was more a mismatch as Sam asserted his superiority and greater experience. On his own team was Jack a third year swing guard who was first off the bench as a sub in games. Jack was a very competent player but as far as Alex was concerned either never p[assed him the ball when he was free or passed it a second too late or even in a position too high or too low making Alex’s movements seem cumbersome. Alex thought the problem didn’t exist for the other players and that maybe he needed to develop more as a player. There were moments where Alex proved his worth and overall the session was one where his muscles burned and ached to his immense satisfaction.
After training Alex would often hang around for another hour or so shooting and doing a series of private training drills - on some occasions one of the assistant coaches would help out. Alex liked Assistant Coach Brown and really enjoyed his coaching methods. Coach Brown had developed a dossier of attributes on every player and took the time to help the players develop their skills. It was Coach Brown who found Alex’s exceptional ability to use his hands. He devised programs to develop related skills turning an asset into a weapon. Alex’s brilliance with his hands would in time become exceptional where his clever and accurate passing skills would become sublime and defensively his ability to strike at the ball with speed would leave the best of players surprised. Alex’s hands were to become lethal on the basketball court.
Afterwards in the showers as Alex soaped himself he had a feeling someone was there. Eyes alert despite his casual demeanour, Alex could not see or hear anything! Was someone there? Were they spying on him? He was not afraid physically!
It was uncanny how so many people reminded him of Paul. Scott his Chemistry Lab partner, his Chemistry Lecturer and even Assistant Coach Brown were all guys who reminded him of Paul. At night alone in his room Alex would sometimes relieve his pent up physical frustration by turning on his computer and bringing up pictures of Paul and him together – particularly some taken whilst up at the lake in very revealing poses. He had tried to catch Paul on msn and in chat rooms without success.
In a particular chat room he had come across a guy calling himself ozboi19. It was comforting to chat to someone who was removed from his situation and from the other side of the world (Australia). That night ozboi19 happened to be on msn and his friendly “Hi” popped up as soon as Alex logged on. The usual “how u doin”, “what u up to?” out of the way ozboi19 identified himself as Jason a student from Australia and surprised Alex by sending his ******. “OMG” typed Alex “you look so much like a friend of mine – Paul”!
December 9th, 2008, 11:08 PM
Oh Oh! Is this really Paul going by another name? Like I said before, I secretly hope Paul comes back to fit into the story.
Michael, do you play basketball yourself? You write very descriptively of it. Glad to see more of the story unfolding.
December 10th, 2008, 03:02 AM
No i am in the SLSC movement - Surf Life Saving Club - i do volunteer patrols on weekends - think speedos, surf, sand, etc. I played tennis and soccer. I picked up the basketball stuff by listening to commentators and shaped what i write through experiiences in soccer. If it sounds good then kool - i'm happy. A true basketball guy would pick holes in it i think - i chose basketball because the audience seems to be more american and you would relate to it better than cricket!
thanks for the comment.
June 19th, 2009, 05:58 PM
Um ... I guess you would know it's beena long time since i wrote and continued the story of Alex and Paul
Basically it's because my son has been seriously ill - he was not able to eat for 8 months, got down to 35 kg (70 lbs) and at age 16 was so thin it was touch and go - thankfully after 4 ops he's improving and out of danger. The hospital is in sydney 4 hours away so this has been the major part of life for months. I'll post some more of this story soon. Cheers everyone.
June 19th, 2009, 11:06 PM
I so sorry to hear about your sons illness. Thankfully he is better now! It is really good to hear from you again and I look forward to your continuing your story.
June 20th, 2009, 07:13 PM
wow. I just finished reading the entire story and I've got to say way to go. It is an emotional roller coaster. I hope Paul comes back. If not then I hope Alex finds someone better and rubs it in Paul's face.
Also I'm glad your son is doing better and remember your family always comes first.
June 20th, 2009, 10:51 PM
The first match of the season arrived with the off court events and crazy hype rivalling the game itself. The match itself went well with a good win to the Rattlers even though Alex did not get any court time. Later that evening at the official team celebration Alex was surrounded by his Paul lookalikes Scott, Coach Brown and his Chemistry Teacher. The effect was surreal if not un-nerving! Individually he liked them all but to be surrounded by them all at once and to be so reminded of Paul was enough to be outside his comfort zone.
As soon as he could Alex made a quiet exit for the safety of his room. He logged onto his computer to find his other Paul – albeit Jason on line. It was good to talk online to Jason and in a sense Alex was able to unburden and say things he would not always be able to say face to face.
One particular day the chemistry practical did not go exactly to plan and both Scott and Alex were given an extension of time. Working late that evening Alex felt the close proximity and then the heat emanating from Scott’s body brushing up close to his own as they both peered intently at a series of test tubes. Alex’s body soaked up the tension of the moment as he tried to nonchalantly continue with his work. Scott’s left hand moved from the desk to his side brushing past Alex’s body and in particular past his partially swollen penis. There was no mistaking the intent when Scott’s hand moved back to the desk brushing Alex’s penis again. Alex turned peering into Scott’s warm brown eyes locked into his soul seeing the longing inside. Both made fumbling embarrassed movements then settled for the few minutes it took to complete and clean up the task.
The sky was already becoming dark as they left the Science building together. Unsaid words echoed inside not one but two heads as both blurted simultaneously –
“What are you doing for dinner?” said Scott.
“Should we get a snack somewhere?” said Alex.
They laughed out of relief at the incongruity of silence followed by a simultaneous explosion of conversation.
“Look I’m sorry about what happened back there!” exclaimed Scott.
Alex replied with “No, no it’s ok – just a little embarrassing.”
Then followed up with “look, I’m not promising anything but can we at least get something to eat – maybe we’ll take things from there and maybe not – at least we can be friends.”
Alex apprehensively stepped into Scott’s room fully aware of what was very likely to happen. Scott quietly closed the door, turned to see Alex standing in the middle of the room, walked to sit on the edge of his bed and placed his hand as an invitation to where Alex should sit.
Alex sat next to Scott and allowed him to begin. First Scott started gently touching and unbuttoned Alex’s shirt, peeling it off to reveal the splendour of his torso. Scott’s breathing intensified as he kissed Alex’s body gently and licked at his nipples. Alex stood up in front of him as Scott fumbled with his belt then his zipper and hurried his jeans down his slim hips to the floor quickly followed by briefs. In seconds Alex’s dick was in Scott’s mouth being swallowed whole. Alex closed his eyes and thought warmly of Paul before snapping out of his daydream – no this is Scott not Paul he reminded himself. Scott was good at what he was doing soon bringing Alex to the point where he knew he would blow. He tried taking his cock out of Scott’s mouth but Scott eagerly sucked harder making Alex orgasm sending his seed down his greedy throat.
Strangely Alex felt somewhat guilty. He didn’t love Scott and although Scott was good and physically he was sated the emotional detachment of their act was something Alex had never felt before. When he was with Paul he was in love and felt the anguish of wanting to please him more than anything the world could offer. This was different, sure it was a sexual act but it didn’t have the emotional attachment he needed. For most of his life he had been detached but now because he had loved someone fully and truly he needed the security of someone he trusted and loved.
He needed Paul.
June 20th, 2009, 11:13 PM
Well lets hope he gets Paul. I'm so glad to have found this story. It along with the few stories I comment on is one of the best up here.
June 21st, 2009, 10:02 PM
Great updates. Glad you came back to this story!
June 21st, 2009, 11:28 PM
I'm glad Alex has been able to have some needed release and Scott seems like a very nice guy, however, I am also very happy to know that Alex still is true to his love for Paul. He does need Paul now....
So happy to have you back, Michael.
June 23rd, 2009, 11:13 AM
Thanks Michael. Great to read another chapter.
Hope your son is still improving.
July 12th, 2009, 07:59 PM
Hope your son is doing good. Also are you planning an update to the story?