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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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