Potential

[michaelnm2000]

Thanks guys you have inspired me to have a go at writing a story. I'm an Aussie btw and may have a lot of the American words and terms a bit mixed up (sorry)

Plus I know I haven't got to the raunchy part yet and I know I haven't used physical description yet ... I wanted to save that up for later.

Does it work ... I have no idea that is up to you guys

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POTENTIAL

Alex woke up feeling great. Today was his eighteenth birthday and despite no one else celebrating that fact he was ecstatic. He gathered his few precious belongings then side stepped his passed out, drunken and derelict father and walked out of the dingy, unhappy place some would have called his home and into brilliant sunshine on a warm summer’s day. He was glad to be leaving. The Greyhound bus depot was a couple of blocks away and he was getting on the first available bus going anywhere … the further away the better. No one could make him come back this time.

He strode with great intent up to the ticketing counter and pointed towards people starting to board a bus. “Is this bus leaving soon?” he asked. The huge lady behind the desk nodded. Alex then took some money from his pocket and asked, “How far will this get me?” She looked at the couple of notes and small pile of coins and gave him the name of a couple of towns he could afford to get to. “That will do me,” he replied and gratefully purchased his ticket.

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The bus ground to a stop depositing just the one passenger … Alex! By now it was very late afternoon as he stood and took a look at the town around him. This was practically picture postcard stuff and very unlike anything he had ever seen except from books. His growling belly told him exactly what he had to do next so he entered the bus depot and put some coins into a couple of vending machines and bought some Pringles and a Coke. He got some directions from an old guy and found his way to a cheap motel where he collapsed on the musty mattress and fell asleep smiling and well pleased with himself.

Next morning he worked his way along the main street searching for a job eventually finding one as a kitchen hand in a small diner down near the railway tracks a mile or so from the nicer part of town. At least he wouldn’t go hungry and not only that ... there was a room, not far away down an alley, he could have for next to nothing primarily because no self respecting person would ever want to live in such a dark stinking hole. Alex didn’t think that way he was just relieved to find food and shelter. He knew he’d be OK from now on.

Dulcie the aging matron who owned and operated the diner guessed how bad he needed the job. This kid had to be down on his luck and surely not any more than a teenager. So what if he only lasted a week! From his oversized clothing and worn down shoes to his gaunt hollow cheeks he reeked of neglect but nothing Dulcie couldn’t handle and her instinct told her he’d be no trouble. On that point she was right.

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Three weeks later and on the other side of town Paul Marten prepared for a night out on the town. He heard a car’s horn and looked out his second floor bedroom window to see his friend’s chevy in the drive and a couple of youthful faces laughing and craning their necks through the car windows. A quick wave and soon he was running down the stairs across the manicured lawn and tidy flower beds and jumping into the back seat.

The party was held in a warehouse in the industrial part of town and was in full swing when they arrived. Paul wasted no time getting into the mood. The music was loud the grog plentiful and the privileged kids hedonistic as they indulged themselves with whatever pleasures were on offer.

Nobody knew what time the cops came but it had little effect on the party till some crazy kid lit up a joint in the copper’s face and back up was called. Wailing sirens screeched through the air and a stampede of the town’s elite youth surged from the building in every direction, each one anxious not to be the one caught up in the inevitable mess. Paul was jostled and ran with the crowd laughing through his mix of heady excitement and way too much alcohol. He kept running till he had no idea where he was and leaned against a wall in some dark alley where he retched sending splashes of vomit over his fancy boots and designer label jeans.

“Lookee what we have here guys … looks like one of those rich boys out on his own” he heard.

Paul stood up unsteadily and turned around just in time to see a fist hit him full on the face. He tasted the blood in his mouth as he crumpled to the ground barely conscious and curled up as the kicks rained down on him.

He barely understood what was happening in the dark alley but he knew someone had scared off his assailants, come to his rescue, and was checking his limbs for any broken bones. He was hoisted up and leaned heavily on whoever it was towards a dim light and open doorway then onto a clean sheet on an old mattress. “Take it easy buddy … there’s nothing broken … you’ll be OK,” were the only words he heard before he succumbed to the extreme tiredness he suddenly felt.

Paul woke as his rescuer’s hand gently shook his shoulder …. “I’ve called you a cab, buddy,” was all he heard. He allowed himself to be half carried back down the alley to the waiting cab and gently positioned into the back seat.

Snippets of conversation made their way to his ear. “Take him home thanks … here’s the address from his licence …. this is to cover the fare”

Paul swivelled his head despite the pain to see his rescuer who had turned side on and had a baseball cap low down on his head. It was enough to see it was just a kid no older than himself.

His parents were waiting anxiously in the drive as the cab coasted to a stop. They made a huge fuss and got him inside as quickly as possible and into a comfy lounge chair. The family doctor had already been rung and was waiting to appraise his patient.

“It’s just severe bruising,” the doctor told his parents. “He’ll be sore for a while, just let him get some sleep and maybe some Tylenol for the pain,” as they ushered him out the front door.

“Oh ,Paul we were so worried,” sobbed his mother. “When we took that call it scared the daylights out of us.”

[wyndhampaul]

Nice start......... Keep going

[RyeGuy]

sounds like a great story and developing really well! can't wait to read more of it.

[kcm17480]

That, my friend is a really great start. You peaked my interest right from the start. I definitely want to here more from you. Oh and by the way there is nothing wrong with your english that I can see.

Thanks
Ken

[michaelnm2000]

Guys I am such an amateur at this and had no idea how hard it was to write ... I'm glad u persevered though and promise to get raunchy soon.. what I was trying to do was build the suspense without even a hint of physical or sensual descriptions.

I suppose I had better provide some more and see how things develop... nice comments btw.. thanks for the encouragement

And lol I thought I spoke English even if it was Australian .. I was thinking we have different words for some things... maybe I'll follow up with an Aussie story later

Cheers all.

[michaelnm2000]

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Alex patiently sat in the High School Office waiting area eyes downcast with his cap pulled on firmly as a retreat from prying eyes. The registrar called his name and ushered him into an interview room. The name tag identified the registrar as Mrs Carmody who began by introducing herself and going through his application form to attend the school. “You’ve answered n.a. to guardian details here Alex,” she said “this is highly irregular.”

“I have no parents, no guardian and no relatives but I do have a social security number, a job, a place to stay and I’m able to look after myself, besides I’m over 18” he replied as his clear blue eyes looked directly into hers.

Offput by his piercing look and stunned by his reply Mrs Carmody went through his form with far greater detail. At the end of which she accepted his enrolment making an appointment with the School Counsellor for Friday and adding that she hoped he would make the most of his opportunities. Armed with a school map, timetable and couple of pens Alex set off searching for his home room and locker.

At exactly that same moment Paul rounded the corner of a corridor towards his locker running directly into the body of the school bully Nate. Nate grabbed Paul’s throat and forced him back to the wall on tip toes so that he was scarcely able to breathe. The snarl on Nate’s face told the story and just as he was about to king hit Paul an arm came out of thin air catching the bully’s fist and holding him at bay.

“What the fuck” raged Nate.

“You’re not touching him” glared Alex!

“Like you’re gonna stop me, asshole, a skinny fuck like you?”

“Yeah sure looks that way, so back off now”

Nate swung his fist gathering momentum in a wide circle but Alex ducked then led hard and straight with his left then his right to the stomach. Nate fell down winded clutching his belly.

There was no one around to witness so Alex grabbed Paul’s arm “Let’s get out of here man” he said as he guided him around the corner and down the corridor. “Take it easy buddy … no harm done… you’ll be ok”.

The words and sound of the voice hit Paul like a bolt of lightning. “It’s you!" he stuttered. “That’s the second time……..”

“Shhh keep your voice down,” interrupted Alex “ now follow me and say nothing.” Then he strode back down towards where the incident had taken place. Nate was still there leaning with his back on the wall as groups of students were passing by. Alex slowed but continued forward keeping an icy glare on him fist clenching and unclenching in mock restraint. It was Nate who was first to break the eye contact and Alex knew he’d won this battle. The small town bully was no match for someone unafraid of him.

Paul kept an eye out for Alex all that day. He was in the same Math class but that was all and during lunch he was nowhere to be found, well, certainly not in the canteen area. He caught a glimpse of him headed west at the end of the day and then lost sight of where he was headed.

[michaelnm2000]

Hmmm next installment:

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Alex worked in the diner every evening doing everything from cleaning the floor to washing dishes and the occasional turn at making the burgers and fries. Dulcie had seen to it that the gaunt look was slowly disappearing as he added a few pounds onto his frame. Not that you could tell through the baggy clothes but she liked the look and had done well out of trusting him.

He’d been at school for four weeks now and despite some ordinary moments, in Math and a couple of D grades, school was OK and people left him alone. Nate was still terrorizing anyone smaller than him and Alex had successfully avoided the unwanted attention of the guy beat up in the alley Paul. He didn’t want any attention at all. He had learned to avoid attention because that way he didn’t get beat up by his father nor by members of the gangs around where he once lived. Sure he could handle himself now but back then he was small and skinny and an easy target. Back then he had his mother, well they had each other, but since she died when he was 10 he was on his own with that pathetic excuse of an old man.

The bell rang for the end of the school day and Alex made his usual quiet exit down hill towards the left. He looked down to the sidewalk in front as usual rather than up at the faces around him and failed to notice the red sedan follow his same route but pulling over to stop every now and then. At the entrance to his alley he turned right, disappeared into its gloomy depth and slipped quietly through the doorway of his room.

Paul parked his red sedan across from the diner and walked across the street to the alley. He crept down the left side through the shadows listening and searching for signs of movement. He figured this was where he had been beaten up as his mouth suddenly felt dry, his heart thudded and his breath came in short gasps. The air was menacingly cold and still and a terrible feeling of overwhelming despair started to rise and with it the desire to panic and run. He squealed in shock when a dark figure jumped out from a hidden doorway grabbed his arm in a lock and pushed his face hard against the wall. “Oh shit! He shouldn’t have come” flashed through his brain but he was twirled around to face his attacker and stared directly in the clearest deep blue eyes on the planet.

“You! Man, are you crazy?” steamed Alex. “I would have thought you learned the first time!”

He thrust Paul roughly through the door into his room. Paul stood there stunned as Alex paced the small room like a caged animal. “I don’t get it man, what the fuck are you up to?” spat Alex.

Silence followed as Paul opened his mouth several times to attempt a reply but words completely failed him. It wasn’t the plan but Paul just said…… “I owe you man. We, my whole family owe you.”

Alex stopped pacing and his eyes flashed at Paul defiantly. “You owe me nothing and I certainly don’t owe you.”

“Just look around you” continued Paul, “I can help, let me help.”

Alex simmered as his nostrils flared and his lips grew tight “I don’t need your fucking help, I don’t want your fucking help, you, can shove your fancy money up your arse.”

“What’s this then” countered Paul as he picked up from the table Alex’s math paper with a huge red D on its front. “OK man I’m sorry but hey look …I’ll leave you alone but … I’m offering to help you with this whenever you need it.” He turned to go and walked slowly to the door. He paused in the doorway and looked back at Alex whose eyes were downcast again and an overwhelming desire to do something anything to help raged through his whole body. He turned his back, walked back to his car and left.

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[kcm17480]

This is really different. I like this story so far and I have to agree with Missed Out. You've got to continue this story.
Ken

[competizione]

Excellent, its nice to read a story with more through plot and charecter development. Keep up the good work.

[harry113]

Michael, Thanks for a great story!
You are developing the plot really well, I can't beleive you only just started writing.
Keep up the good work!!Harry

[Craiger]

I also like the pace at which you write. You have really given your characters a true sense of reality and have not moved quickly into heavy sexuality. We don't even know if the two are gay or have that inclination. Good for you. I am sure the future will let us know their orientations and I look forward to your continuance. For your first time writing, you have written an awesome beginning.

Craiger

[Endlessnight500]

I agree with Craiger. I like character development, and you are doing a good job at describing your characters. I look forward to where this story goes.

[tomersh]

i like the story...nice...keep it up

[michaelnm2000]

Thanks for your comments guys .... it seems to me that many of you are inside my head as your insight into what i was thinking astounds me. Btw if you want to email me i am at [email protected] also hotmail,com

[michaelnm2000]

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Alex was taken aback at both the offer and the sudden change of events. He lay uncomfortably on his mattress turning his thoughts over and over in his head as his mind swam against the current knowing full well he truly and urgently needed help with the Math. However there was no way he would owe anything to anyone and therefore no way he would be accepting anything for free. He never bothered analysing his actions he before so why should this be any different? Yet he was more than a little ashamed of his reaction to the guy, after all, he was trying to help and he knew how bad it was to feel as though you owed someone. Maybe if he paid him to help it would be OK.

Tuesday at school during the lunch-break Alex hung about as inconspicuously as possible around the school canteen. Paul walked in smiling and laughing with a couple of classmates and joined the queue of hungry students. Glancing around Paul did a double take as he spied Alex standing in the shadow of a drinks vending machine. Even from this distance Alex’s stunning blue eyes jolted Paul’s sense of awareness as they made eye contact. Alex turned to go looking back just once as if to say follow me. Paul found him standing quietly, head down, cap firmly in place, staring at the floor, and leaning against a wall as he cautiously approached.

Alex broke the awkward silence “Um ... er …I need some help with the Math” he quietly mumbled. There was no pleasant greeting, no hello… just a simple statement. “So I figured that maybe I could pay you to give me some help.”

“Sure man, no problem” piped Paul in his usual upbeat manner “but no charge though, just let me help you out”

Alex raised his head just enough to look at Paul in the face struggling with his answer, “No, it’s this way or not at all.”

Paul was starting to get his head around the feeble connection he had with Alex, and understood more about their odd relationship, sensing the agony and difficulty Alex was having, so he agreed to the plan “Sure man, have it your way, today after school be OK with you? I’ll be at your place after school.” He thrust his hand out searching for a handshake and paused his hand motionless in the air for a few seconds. Alex shook on the offer “Done.” At that they peeled off in opposite directions, Paul to the canteen for lunch and Alex to wherever he went.

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Paul parked his car, crossed the street and walked down the alley to the dark doorway. He paused at the door, knocked and seeing Alex seated at the table entered the cold room. He sat down on the only other seat in the room and took out his books laying them on the table in front of them. “I’m Paul by the way” he started with and “I know your name is Alex. It’s good to meet under better circumstances, Alex” he chimed jokingly. Alex smiled appreciating the joke and the two of them knuckled down to some elementary calculus from first principles.

Paul was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on the work. Alex was writing and making some headway on his own as Paul began to notice the outline of Alex’s face in profile. He shifted uncomfortably as he took in the smooth skin, light brush of stubble on his chin and dark curling eye lashes. He moved his hand to indicate a correction to Alex’s work and felt goosebumps as his arm brushed up lightly against Alex’s forearm. Then he started to notice other things too. The broad shoulders, the hint of tight muscle, and his senses told him Alex smelt like a man. “Yep that’s right” he heard himself say “so the value of h in the limit is zero” and there’s the answer… well done!”

Later on his bed at home Paul's thoughts wandered aimlessly often returning to thoughts of Alex. Alex's tiny room for a start indication he had next to nothing, the lack of family, his fierce independence and pride. His mind brought up images of Alex's penetrating eyes, his masculine profile and the smell of his body. Paul's hand felt down towards his uncomfortable crutch ... what the!

He had a hard on!

[michaelnm2000]

Alex worked in the diner most evenings doing everything from cleaning the floor to washing dishes and the occasional turn at making the burgers and fries. Dulcie had seen to it that his gaunt look was slowly disappearing as he added a few much needed pounds onto his frame. Not that you could tell through the baggy clothes but she suspected a good strong body and anyway she had done well out of giving him a chance. He never spoke much, preferring to keep his own company but hey that didn’t matter because he worked damn hard.

School was getting easier and easier. His extra help from Paul was making a difference the proof being a grade B on his last task. The Diner was ok and he’d saved some cash so all in all he was settled. Aside from Paul and Dulcie he had little interaction with anyone so his weekly math coaching sessions were a relief to the usual routine. Paul was due about now and he was looking forward to him coming. He flashed a huge grin as Paul’s figure blocked the weak light coming from his doorway he held up his paper with the large red B clearly visible clearly delighted with his achievement.

“Yeah is saw how well you went Alex, well done, I reckon you’ve improved a lot man” he chirped “calls for a celebration if you ask me.” “How about coming over to my place on Saturday … have some lunch..shoot some pool .. have a swim.. what do you say?”

It must have been because he was feeling good because despite an immediate inclination to refuse Alex uncharacteristically accepted the offer. “Yeah ok” he replied.

“Kool, I’ll pick you up around 11, just bring your bathers ok.”

Alex’s face dropped a little as he admitted “I’ve never been swimming and don’t think I can, besides I don’t have any bathers,”

“No way man, you’re coming and not getting out of so easily, don’t worry I’ll lend you some.”

That settled they commenced their session for the day.

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Paul was surprised that Alex had accepted his offer so easily and was chuffed by the unexpected response. That he thought more and more about Alex was obvious to him and had taken him by surprise. He really liked Alex and wondered if that was because he was so aloof. He had never thought about another guy like this before and found his body responding to the erotic thoughts he had of Alex becoming achingly powerful. He jerked off to images of Alex in his mind all the time now and knew he would do it again as soon as he got home, heck it would probably be a couple of times. Saturday … how was he going to wait another 3 days?

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[Craiger]

Michael,

Again, a couple of astounding chapters. For me, it is refreshing how you build up to any inclination of sex. Here are two young men of completely different backgrounds becoming friends. Neither having the slightest thought of where life may lead them. I really enjoy this buildup of characters. Hope to read more very soon and keep up the excellent writing.

Craiger

[kcm17480]

Very cool story. This is shaping up to be a really nice story. Can't wait to see how Alex responds to Paul and if he has any feelings for him.

[michaelnm2000]

Alex was a scattered mixture of strength and weakness. He had lived an exceedingly tough life and thanks to the residual memory and effort of his deceased mother had been able to survive neglect and numerous beatings. The beatings had stopped when he was physically able to defend himself and he had learned very quickly how cowardly a bully can actually be. He was almost immune to fear of physical harm having learned to be mentally tough when required. He also learned to keep silent on most things and stay out of trouble. Sure, he could hot wire a car and knew how to steal, however, essentially the legacy his mother’s memory had left him had shaped who he was. Emotionally he was a desert. He had been sculpted as a loner by circumstance having buried his emotions so deep they didn’t figure in his decision making. Trust was never an issue because there wasn’t any… the only person he could trust was himself. The instinct to survive was of greatest importance and after that came his independence. Physically tough, emotionally weak, independent, aware, not aware, a loner and yet he faced a bully down to help someone who at the time was an unknown guy… that was easy. The reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror observed him as he shaved. What did the reflection see? To Alex it was just his reflection and nothing more … to anyone else it was the face of an exceptionally handsome young man.

“What made you say yes” asked the reflection.

“I dunno” thought Alex “it just seemed right.”

“Why get involved? Is he a friend? Do you like him?” queried the face in the mirror.

Alex glared silently at the reflection.

He snapped out of his reverie at the sound of footsteps and a knock at his door … 11 am on the dot.

“You ready man? chirped Paul. “No, no leave that, you don’t need anything.. just yourself ok” he added as Alex reached for the refrigerator door.

The two walked side by side up the alley, one walking tall and at ease with himself, the other looking down, apprehensive and not at ease at all. They walked to Paul’s red sedan, opened the doors and sat in the front seats … Alex impressed by the gadgets and fancy interior … Paul secretly wishing he had brought his parents Jaguar. Paul eased the car from it’s parking place uptown then turned right up and over a small hill then down the road curving slightly left. He turned left into a wide tree lined avenue bordered by massive double storey homes and painted gardens. Alex’s confidence dropped as the opulence grew, his eyes registered the awesome sights while he dropped a little lower in his seat. Paul on the other hand was hoping Alex would be impressed … he could not have understood the gulf was widening between them each mile he drove.

Paul braked lightly turning into a neat gravel driveway down the side of a huge colonial style mansion set on an acre block. He continued down the curving driveway stopping in front of an ornate entry. “This is it Alex, this is home” laughed Paul happily, hoping Alex would be impressed.

Alex was intimidated by the grandeur. He was out of place. Instinct told him to keep quiet and not to attract attention. He followed Paul through the entry way, upstairs and along the hall to his room. Once there Paul indicated the bathroom, pointed to where the pool was from the eastern window of his room and tossed him a pair of bright blue patterned boardshorts. “These are for you” he added put them on and we’ll have a swim before lunch.

An awkward pause followed as Alex looked up at Paul almost imploring whether he had to do this! Oblivious to his need and mistaking his look as being shy about his body “Oh yeah, man sorry” fumbled Paul “you can get changed in the bathroom. I’ll meet you down there at the pool.”

Alex closed the bathroom door with a small click. First he took off the cap normally stuck hard and low on his head then he lifted his sweatshirt up over his head, folded it carefully and placed it on the stone benchtop in front of him. Next he grabbed the bottom of his tee shirt twisting and stretching his body until he was free from the waist up. He undid and removed his shoes and socks then his wide belt allowing his oversized jeans to pop out at the waist to their normal unrestricted size. Then he undid the buttons and zipper of his jeans pulling them down over his narrow hips and folded them neatly over his other clothes. He completed the task, by sliding his navy jocks to the floor and then onto the growing pile, revealing himself naked to the mirror. He picked up the blue boardshorts Paul had lent to him and place one leg then the other into them, pulled them up to his hips and fastened the clips. The shorts were not a great fit as the were a little too big but beggars cannot be choosers and unfortunately he did feel like the beggar today. He returned to the bedroom where he placed his neat little pile on the chair of Paul’s desk. He walked to the window glancing down at the pool to see Paul there carrying a drinks tray to a table set between two chairs then turned to find his way down to the pool area. His bare feet padded downstairs, through the back of the house and some French windows opening onto an exquisite paved area then over the sandstone blocks towards where Paul sat in the poolchair.

Paul looked up as he heard Alex approaching and felt his jaw drop and eyes widen as he took in the magnificent sight of Alex walking towards him. Sure Alex still cast his eyes down but pure beauty like that is truly breathtaking. He sucked in a deep breath trying to control his rapidly beating heart and pretended nothing was amiss. He suspected Alex had a good body but this!!!!!!!!! Time nearly stood still as he watched in slow motion the fluid rippling of his tight muscles under a minimal layer of skin. He was not bulky nor overly muscular but perfectly proportioned from his wide shoulders down to this very slim hips and long legs … the fact that Alex didn’t even realise how good he looked added to the moment. The slightly over sized trunks had slipped down his flat abdomen revealing a perfect six pack, very light trail of hair descending downwards and had slipped so low the complete vee of his lower body could almost be seen. The wonderful moment came to an end quickly as Alex lowered himself into the pool chair opposite Paul. Paul quickly cleared his dry mouth offering Alex a cool drink then realising his throbbing groin was out of control turned away rose and jumped into the pool to cool off more than his temperature!

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Later that evening after his mother’s beautifully prepared dinner Paul lay on his back in his bedroom utterly frustrated by the day’s turn of events. Alex was supposed to be glad to get out of his dingy cell of a room and supposed to be deliriously happy to be in Paul’s beautiful home. That was as far from the truth as it could possibly be! Paul knew Alex had shrunk backwards away from him into his protective shell to places he could not reach. That frustrated him excessively … his body ached from the massive crush he had developed for Alex. The images floated back to him as he lay staring at the ceiling … the slow motion vision of Alex striding towards the pool area as Paul’s own eyes scanned every inch of his perfect body down to the pendulum swaying back and forth inside the ridiculously low trunks … the image of Alex getting out of the pool straining his arms as he lifted himself up out of the water and his trunks sliding down so far he could see almost all his beautiful ass … the image as Alex emerged from the water dripping wet with his trunks clinging to his body showing the outline of his private parts … the image as Alex lay on the pavers with the sun’s rays showering his body with glistening water droplets sparkling like hundreds of diamonds. Paul ran his hand slowly and sensuously down his chest, then down his flat belly to his pulsating erection which jumped as his hand made contact, then he lightly ran his fingers along it’s length and gave in to the inevitable as it deliciously exploded shooting it’s forceful load onto his chest and flat abs. He sighed deeply giving vent to his built up physical urge and his deep feelings for Alex.

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[kcm17480]

Alex sounds like a beauty. It all to common that some people get treated like Alex did in his past. I looks like he'll be in for a treat as long as Paul doesn't take advantage of him. This is developing into an excellent story. I want to read more.

[Craiger]

Wow, Michael, I had just begun to post to the last chapter when I saw you had posted another portion. I really like how the story is developing. I am sure it will take some time for Alex to begin to trust Paul. But the level of development is excellent.
We are now getting a better glimpse of what Alex is truly like physically. It would be nice to imagine what Paul looks like as well. I eagerly look forward to the continuance of this remarkable story.

Craiger

[michaelnm2000]

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Late that night Paul braved the dark alley turning up at Alex’s door, then knocked tentatively unsure how his reception would be. Even in the poor light of Alex’s room the obvious turmoil in Paul’s countenance could not be concealed even from Alex. Paul’s soft brown eyes were trying to tell the story his heart wanted to say. Alex sat down opposite him at his table. The words wouldn’t come.

“Can we talk about us?” ventured Paul.

“Us?” answered Alex “… what about us?”

“I um …” ….. “I … think that … I well …” stumbled Paul.

“What is it man, what are you trying to say?” asked Alex.

His resolve crumbling Paul was unable to say what he really meant, then added “I er did I make a mistake today? … I um … just wanted to be your friend.”

Alex drew a breath, thought for a moment and carefully replied “Friend? We’re different … I can’t be part of all that … your life … you’re a rich boy … I’m, well compared to you I’m nothing…”

“You’re not nothing” Paul spat in desperation. “Look at me … I’m here … pleading … with you to take me as I am.”

Alex stared into the emotional face opposite his own and saw the pain behind the eyes. He did not understand where that pain was coming from but knew enough to be careful of his response. He did like Paul, but today highlighted the gulf between their circumstances. “I’ve been alone so long … I don’t think I make much of a friend ... but yeah … we get on well when we’re here … today was just, well, it made me realise how different we are … but if it’s what you want yeah I’ll try harder.” On that point Alex got them a couple of cokes.

Paul took the small offering as a sign and settled into some forgettable mundane conversation. At the back of his mind was the nagging thought that what he really wanted to hear from Alex was that he wanted Paul too.

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[kcm17480]

BTW your very welcome. You have got me on the edge. Alex is like a turtle in his shell and he just won't come out. He may be a tough cookie to crumble.
Thanks,
Ken

[Craiger]

OMG, haven't we all gone through that "lonely and frightening" time that Paul just faced. So unsure of what to say or how far to push the envelope. Michael, this is very true to life and your writing has the ability to bring to life. Even though the chapters are short in length, they pack all that needs to be said. Well done.

Craiger

[harry113]

Michael Thank you, you write very well, so sensitively & with great understanding
of the very different situations that the boys are in
Please keep writing !!
Harry

[michaelnm2000]

That Paul was in love with Alex was an understatement. He was madly in love. Did Alex have any idea he wondered? Every time Paul came close to revealing his love he became tongue-tied and lost for the correct words, so he continued to bear his love in silence preferring to put up with the exquisite ache inside him rather than risk losing the one he loved. What if Alex rejected him? No, thought Paul, that would be too much to bear and yet Paul was used to getting his own way and was nothing if not persistent. His mind worked overtime conjuring up inventive ways to be with Alex without transgressing too much on his fierce independence. After all he figured it’s better to be with him than miss out altogether.

Hit with a new brainwave in which he could have some time with Alex without infringing on his convictions Paul cajoled Alex into an overnight camping trip to the lake the following weekend. Alex as usual seemed to be hesitant at first then gave in to the insistent badgering.

The two found a great place to camp close to the edge of the lake near a small boat jetty that jutted out into the deep dark waters. Clean, clear air and a breathtaking back drop invigorated the two as they worked to set up their camp. True to form Paul had an arsenal of equipment more akin to a permanent dwelling but at least was able to make light of his “over the top” camp site gadgets uttering infectious comments and numerous chuckles as he worked.

It was warm as the sun rose overhead. Stripped from the waist up and wearing only trunks they came back to their camp having explored the stunning inlet and forest around them. They placed a couple of towels side by side on the soft grass and lay on their backs staring up into the infinite blue above them. The warm sun caressed their young bodies inviting them to lapse into a dreamy doze. Paul’s proximity to the half naked Alex fuelled his longing. He opened his eyelids just wide enough to see Alex’s body to his right. A slight movement and Paul quickly closed his eyes but when Alex’s left arm innocently brushed against his right it set off sparks igniting his whole body. Paul was definitely not asleep. His senses were going into overdrive from the delicious sensation of touching the love of his life. True it was just a forearm arm resting against his own but that was enough to push beyond his controllable limits and surged his body towards a sensory overload.

Despite his eyes firmly closed Paul suddenly noticed the heightened sounds around him, the insects buzzing, the warmth of the sun’s rays on his skin, his regular breathing and his thudding pulse raging around his body. He listened intently and tuned into Alex’s breathing guessing he was asleep. Boldly but guised as a sleeping man he changed positions to get more comfortable. Paul rolled onto his right side closer to Alex than he should have been and much closer than if he was truly controlling his actions. His left hand swept across Alex’s chest resting midway with his left little finger lining the edge of Alex’s right nipple. Paul heard Alex’s short gasp and sensed his friend’s body tense as it froze into position. He could feel the beating of Alex’s heart that combined with his own rhythm to create a mesmerising beat any musician would be proud to create. The feel of Alex’s smooth skin, the strength of his muscle and the heat of his body kept Paul’s senses simmering. Don’t move he kept telling himself … don’t give yourself away … enjoy what you have … but … he couldn’t … and Paul wriggled slightly adjusting his position and slid his hand down across Alex’s abdominals well below his navel. He heard Alex’s sharp intake of breath and felt the fluttering of Alex’s lower tummy beneath his hand as it came to rest with his finger tips a fraction of an inch away from the pubic region. The tension in Paul’s body created a gentle humming in his ears.

If he was asleep then Alex was definitely not asleep now. He had kept very still when Paul had placed a hand on his chest Alex pretended he was unaware and assumed Paul was sleeping. Now that the tips of Paul’s fingers were almost under the top band of his trunks it was difficult to ignore. Adrenalin flooded his veins and the primal instinct to fight or flight reached a crescendo. He sat up abruptly pacing quickly down to the water’s edge and out along the narrow jetty towards its furthest point.

Paul was embarrassed, ashamed and aghast at his transgression. He instantly stood up calling to the retreating figure, imploring him to come back then raced after Alex out towards the jetty. Paul tried to stay calm and reasonable despite the situation he had created “please Alex … I’m so sorry … don’t…” but before he could finish…

Alex turned blindly catching his foot on a boat mooring rope piled on the jetty, he lost his balance and flayed his arms wildly through the air as he twisted head first into the deep water sending white spray spinning through the air. The knotted rope was fast around his ankle and his left foot was pulled taut by the rope above the surface of the water as his head sank deep and his arms thrashed uselessly in sheer panic. Alex could not swim and was desperately fighting to survive.

“Nooooo” screamed a shocked Paul. He sprinted to the end of the jetty, pulled the rope over its mooring cleat and threw himself into the turbulent water. He dived down into the dark water frantically searching everywhere. He felt rather than saw a limb, doubled back and grabbed it firmly heaving Alex towards the surface. Both heads came up simultaneously gasping for air, Alex’s panic forcing him to use all his strength as he climbed on Paul’s back to escape the water’s deep. Paul was pushed under by the weight and barely able to move under Alex’s vice like grip.

Paul kicked hard raising his head once more screaming “Alex … just float … trust me … gulp ... Alex … you need to be calm … trust me” before gulping another mouthfull of water and being forced under again.

[harry113]

Wow! Dangerous situation!! I hope Alex will listen to Paul & calm down before they both get into difficulties.
Excellent. Thanks Michael
More please
Harry

[Craiger]

Wow, Michael. The tension in that chapter was immense. Paul has tested the waters, so to speak, not only in his desire for Alex, but also in the attempt to save him. You have again built up their feelings to a crescendo and left us with a real cliffhanger. Good work.

Craiger

[kcm17480]

Yeah! You left us with an intense cliffhanger. Maybe this will help to break Alex's shell. Can't wait to find out. Excellent writing.

Ken

[michaelnm2000]

thanks guys i appreciate the encouragement.. i kinda liked writing that last one ... wonder what is planned next?
are u sure u really want this??????????

[arogersb]

By some oversight, I seem to have never responded in this thread before. Which is a pity, because this is a very well-written story and the characterisations of Paul and Alex are well thought out.

So please do continue with this story, whatever way you want to. Just don't leave us hanging on the end of a rope (like Alex!)

I look forward to further instalments. Thank you for an excellent tale and keep up the good work

Justin

[Críostóir]

I'm liking it as far as I've read. Keep up the good work!

[latinoguy19]

really good.

please write more.

[michaelnm2000]

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Paul deliberately pulled Alex down deeper below the surface, yanked his arm forward then twisted forcing Alex in front of him with his arm twisted high behind his back. He kicked hard to the surface his body behind Alex, his grip firm on the twisted arm and his left hand across Alex’s chest locking him in position to prevent him drowning them both. Alex struggled as Paul held him strongly once again entreating him “Alex it’s ok I’ve got you … relax … just relax … trust me.”

The sun came out from behind a cloud as Alex ceased to struggle.

Sensing the change Paul kept a good hold but relaxed his tense muscles shifting Alex onto his left and commenced to swim side stroke towards the shore. Alex tightened slightly a couple of times but allowed Paul the freedom he required to get them to the edge of the lake safely. It was slow progress but Paul was seriously determined. Once close enough to stand Paul hauled Alex to his feet pulling Alex’s left arm across the back of his head holding onto it with his left and wrapped his own right arm around Alex’s back supporting his chest. The two staggered towards the bank, out of the water and teetered across the grass … barely able to stand, Paul lowered Alex onto the grass where he sat curled over his head lowered between his knees sucking in gasps of air. Paul struggled across to grab a blanket, came back, thumped down next to Alex and pulled the blanket around their shoulders, his own chest heaving. They stayed exactly like that … Paul holding them together … wound up in the blanket … for quite a while.

As their strength returned Alex was the first to break the heavy silence. “Paul I … I’m so sorry” he began.

“It’s ok Alex” countered Paul, “It’s my fault … I shouldn’t have done it … I shouldn’t have … I couldn’t stop myself … I just … I just … damn … I can’t say it.”

A still silence followed this time it was Paul who ventured “It’s no good like this Alex I have to say the truth … I … well, I love you Alex. I’ve loved you from the moment we first met and you saved me.”

Alex didn’t move. Paul’s right arm was still draped around his shoulders holding him, comforting him.

Believing Alex’s silence to be rejection Paul removed his arm and his physical contact from Alex.

The potential loss loomed in Alex’s head “No don’t” he squeaked “don’t move, stay with me” and at that Paul tenderly put his arm around Alex drawing him close and safe in his arms.

They remained like that for another 10 minutes before Alex started to speak. “When my mother died there was no one … it was just me and no one wanted me … I … my father he… he beat me, over and over again and I ran away so many times … I learned to make it on my own.” At first his words were slow and painful, disjointed but beautifully poignant. It was a trickle that became a flood as he reached deep inside pouring out past hurts, despicable atrocities and years of neglect. Paul’s eyes moistened as he held Alex close and absorbed so much of the fear and pain behind those blue eyes. “No one loved me … who would I love anyway?” Alex continued “You deserve more … not me … you, you … you need someone who can … can love.” Paul was almost sobbing by the time Alex had finished. The two of them turned their heads gazing into the depths of each other’s watery eyes as their souls searched for meaning through the windows of their very being.

[Craiger]

Michael,

What a tender chapter. So full of emotion from both Alex and Paul. The trust is finally beginning to come to past. Very suiting for the title "Potential". I really do feel a connection with your characters and the emotional roller-coaster they both are witnessing. Well done.

Craiger

[michaelnm2000]

hi all... sorry to take so long to write
would it surprise you to know that i have written four different versions of what happens next ... i scrapped the lot and have decided to have this fifth effort instead. Maybe there was a let down after the raw tension and tenderness of the last couple of episodes!!!!! I think that my own insecurity as a writer, never quite sure what people think despite the affirmation i have gratefully received, comes back to haunt me. Maybe when i write about Alex's insecurity I am talking of my own - mind you I am a father with 6 kids in my real life... so what does that tell you???
Enough of the self doubt .... read on and lets get through this together.

[michaelnm2000]

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The moon rose on the eastern horizon well before the sun had set in the west. Its full face smiled enigmatically as it rose preparing to cast delicate light on a dancing lake and the pair huddling closely on the grassy bank. Paul was as certain as can be. He was sure he had found the love of his life. He gazed into the deep blue eyes opposite him finding the insecurity he knew would be there. Alex was able to intimidate any bully, he had seen death, he could fight, was street wise and very tough however, beneath all that he was emotionally stripped of all dignity. He saw something else that gave him hope; it was a deep longing for that which had been missing in his life, he yearned for someone to care. Paul realised the extent to which he was the strong one and that he was the one who would reach behind Alex’s mask. He understood why Alex was so frightened and unable to commit, why Alex could not pass the barrier that said he wasn’t good enough! Not good enough for Paul? Not good enough for anyone? Paul also remembered the sensations he felt from Alex’s body when he had touched him. That was real and in his heightened awareness at the time knew the meaning of Alex’s response. Paul drew encouragement from the day’s unexpected turn, however, he was acutely aware that patience was more likely to deliver the outcome he truly desired. Should he go with his primal instinct for instant sexual gratification? Alex was like putty right now and would do anything he asked. Should he wait?

When Alex gazed into Paul’s warm, liquid, brown eyes he saw comfort, he saw love and he saw the unquenchable thirst of desire. Paul had done more for him than anyone since his mother died and today had risked his own life. No one had ever done anything remotely akin to that for him before and Paul’s eyes implored him to trust him, to love him. Surely he owed Paul that much. He knew or thought he knew what Paul wanted! There was little point in delaying the inevitable, it would be a first for him and right now seemed the appropriate time.

Paul broke the silence. “Alex” he said, “things have changed today, between us I mean. Do you trust me and know I won’t hurt you?”

Alex’s customary defences were non existent as his eyes looked innocently into Paul’s own eyes and honestly replied “I do trust you.”

Paul then stood up directly in front of Alex. He drew himself up to his full height of 6’ as his eyes glittered reflecting the evening sun and he slowly moved his hand down to the top band of his trunks where he undid the clasp. Ping, the sound seemed to reverberate across the lake in the magic of the moment. Paul then tugged very lightly on both sides of his trunks as they dropped effortlessly to his ankles. Paul stood there in his green boxer shorts the fabric straining against the power of his erection. “You know what I want and what I will do” Paul whispered. “It’s up to you!”

A sharp intake of breath followed “I’ve never … um … done, well you know, … never been with anyone before” stuttered Alex.

Paul grinned “nor have I he chuckled but I know what to do!” Paul continued flashing his pearly smile.

Alex stood up opposite Paul. His 6’2” frame making him a little taller. He held Paul’s golden gaze with his own piercing blue eyes. Paul reached down to his own green boxer shorts undoing the top button slowly. He held the silky cloth for a few seconds before dropping it to the ground and stepping out of his clothes naked. Alex cast his eyes over Paul’s body. Paul’s skin was tanned and light brown where it should be, his naturally smooth skin was soft over developing muscles as he was starting to fill out towards his man shape. Alex looked down for the first time at Alex’s private parts but had little time to dwell on his thoughts as Paul reached out to place his right hand on Alex’s chest.

Paul used his finger tips to trace the outline of Alex’s muscles. He slowly moved his hands down across the flat six pack to the top of Alex’s trunks. He very slowly undid the knotted cord holding the trunks up and allowed them to free fall to the ground. Alex was completely naked and moved his hands across out of embarrassment to cover himself. Nothing could stop Paul’s intent he held Alex’s arms wide away from his body and feasted on the stunning sight of his friend. What pure beauty he had in front of him. His eyes had darted instantly to Alex’s private parts sending signals of anticipation to his brain. Alex had the body of a Greek statue, he had definition and symmetry, perfection of the body but unlike the classical sculptures this moving statue was very well endowed. Wow he was big, even now it had to be over 7” and it was still close to soft and behind that his balls were hanging nice and low down. His dark bush rose above his long dick on the end of which was an obvious thick head hidden beneath an uncut foreskin.

Paul’s mouth salivated as he stood facing the naked Alex. The two of them stepped towards each other and stood bodies touching and eyes interlocked uniting their destinies and preparing to celebrate their union.

“I’ve never met anyone like you” Paul crooned … “you’re so strong physically and so beautiful, yet you aren’t even aware of it. I trust my heart and it tells me you’re the one I love. Listen to your own heart … tell me what it says.”

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[harry113]

That is a wonderful & tender chapter, Will Alex trust & love Paul??
Thanks Michael.
Harry

[kcm17480]

It could be a bumpy road but there is a start for love. Very emotional and touching story. Want to read more.
Thanks,
Ken

[Craiger]

Michael,
I'm not sure what you wrote in the first drafts of this chapter, but this was wonderful and well written. The trust is there for now and hopefully after whatever encounter is yet to happen. I look forward to knowing what is in Alex's heart.

Craiger

[michaelnm2000]

Listen to his heart… that was the most difficult thing for Alex to do. It was like he had no heart and that he was unable to care because caring hurt you more than anything else ever could. You got hit, you bruised then you healed. You got cut, it bled then you healed. The heart … that was something else, if you cared you got really hurt and the ache wouldn’t go away. He ached when his mother died … that really hurt and truth be known still did. Here was Paul, warm, golden, beautiful and uncomplicated Paul who wanted him to love him back. Alex thought he didn’t deserve Paul.

Standing naked opposite each other in the warm evening glow, Paul reached down towards Alex’s long penis. Alex stepped back pulling his hand in front to protect his manhood. “Whoa … oh no you don’t” entreated Paul. He stepped forward regaining the close proximity he needed. “Follow me Alex be a mirror and do what I do” he said. Paul lifted his left hand to his neck sliding it down across his chest as Alex did as he was told mirroring Paul’s actions. He slid both hands across his rock hard abdominals and up to his pectorals. Then he licked one finger and traced it around his right nipple teasing the pointed end. He moved his hand sensually lower past his navel down to his golden brown bush as Alex’s hand met his own thick black bush then cupped his balls pulling them forward and upward then allowing them to fall back as he traced the outline of his penis. Paul then placed his right hand on Alex’s chest … “touch me he cooed” as Alex faltered then slowly extended his hand to touch Paul. The electricity of Alex’s touch set Paul’s senses on high as his dick jumped to point towards the evening sky. Alex’s dick had filled as well pointing out in front of him a little above the horizontal weighed down by its sheer size and gravity, it had to be close to 9”. Paul’s chest heaved as he traced the outline of Alex’s chest down the little hollows on the side where his ribs could be felt. Alex’s touch was driving him crazy and soon he would shoot without even touching his rock hard dick. Paul edged closer to Alex and when he slowly moved his hand towards Alex’s cock there was no resistance. Alex gasped as Paul held his cock. No one had ever touched him like that before and the touch was like fire within him.

Paul moved in closer so their bodies touched. His arms went around the back of Alex’s neck as he united their lips in a sensual embrace. Hungry tongues explored and warm hands were slowly moving everywhere as the two were lost in their sensual passion. Paul licked Alex’s ear lobes then trailed his tongue down across the muscled chest to Alex’s nipples where he toyed with them using little fluttering licks and playful nips with his lips. Alex’s deep gasping breaths and little moans encouragement for what Paul was doing.

Alex’s body responded to every move Paul made. Paul made a long slow wide lick from behind his balls along the ridge to the base of his dick then slowly along it to the tip. The head on Alex’s penis was bobbing up and down in time with his beating heart, his foreskin now retracted behind its sensitive edges. Paul licked the head slowly…. hmmm it smelled and tasted so good, then took the head into his mouth his lips going over the sensitive edges to drive Alex wild. Alex was suddenly very weak at the knees barely able to stand as Paul feasted on his cock. Alex’s climax started from a rumbling way down from his impenetrable depths then bubbled upwards gaining momentum, surging forward in a massive unstoppable tidal wave. His knees buckled slightly as Paul eased back to the side to watch the torrent spurt high in the air landing a good 6 feet away. Wave after wave of pent up energy and emotion spurt through the air then Alex stood his ground spent. Paul held him in his arms for those precious seconds of vulnerability for despite the ferocity of Alex’s climax, he, Paul was certainly not finished yet.

Paul moved his hand down to Alex’s balls ready to play with them and produce another climax. Before he could do the unleashed giant beside him tipped his chin for a lingering kiss and took the offensive. Alex’s hidden desires had surfaced in an unrestrained display of power, instinct and emotion. He touched every sensitive part of Paul’s body as he luxuriated in the bliss of fire in his loins. Paul’s rock hard 7.5” dick needed little coaxing but when Alex took it in his mouth he lost control spurting deep into the back of his throat.

To say that Paul had awoken a sleeping giant is close to the mark because Alex was nearly insatiable. Well into the night they held each other close often sparking their need for each other and reaching climax after climax.

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[michaelnm2000]

Serendipity? Fate? Karma? Call it what you will. Life was about to produce a massive upheaval and it all started after school one afternoon while Paul and Alex were shooting some hoops on the school’s outdoor court. Paul was in the school’s Basketball team and ever since Alex’s grades had improved to A’s and B’s had stopped coaching Alex Math, preferring to spend their time playing hoops and making out. They would practice Paul’s set plays, some one on one and as with the Math lessons Alex improved rapidly. A good 2” taller Alex was strong in the air, he could defend well and could get up high enough to dunk, Paul was quicker, clever, and better on the bounce so the competition was always tough.

On this particular day an interested observer watched from a second floor window. Coach Mulhearn mused over his predicament he had a game on Friday and he had just learned his team was short losing three players one from his starting five and two from his bench. He made his way down to the practice court and called the two boys over. “Afternoon Paul” he started “nice to see you working hard. Who’s your buddy?”

“Coach Mulhearn I’d like you to meet Alex Perry.”

“Nice to meet you son” he offered

“Good to meet you to sir” replied Alex.

“I’ve been watching you for a while son. I noticed you’ve run few team plays”

“Sorry Coach” interjected Paul.

“No son, that’s not what I’m thinking. I’m thinking that I need a bench player for Friday night’s game. So if you’re interested come have a training run tomorrow afternoon and if things work out I’ll give you a seat.”

Stunned by the offer both boys paused then started talking at once … “Steady boys” save your energy for tomorrow.

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Last period dragged on and on as though it would never end. Finally the bell went and Alex raced down to the gym with Paul hot on his heels. Paul had brought some extra shorts and singlet for Alex to wear so they quickly got changed in the hoops locker area and were first on court ready to start a warm up drill. Alex loved every second, and every drill they did, it made him feel alive like never before his flashing eyes betraying his excitement. At the conclusion Coach Mulhearn was a happy man giving Alex his chance on the bench. Alex was too hyped up to stop he begged Paul to stay back and shoot some baskets before leaving. One, two, three … he shot 200 baskets before he was finished. The boys headed back to the deserted locker rooms where Paul stripped quickly for a shower then grinned at Alex who took the hint and flowed suit. The shower was good but what they did in the shower felt even better.

Alex packed his kit with great care intending to arrive early for Friday’s game. He entered the school grounds from the west across towards the side of the gym. He rounded the corner to the forecourt locking eyes with a well dressed man standing next to a well dressed woman amongst the people arriving for the game. The look of shock on the man’s face made it seem as though he had seen a ghost. Alex diverted his eyes finding Paul beckoning him over. Paul led him across to the man and woman “Dad, Mom this is Alex.”

Alex shook the hand proffered by Paul’s dad “Hello Alex, good to finally meet you and its Jim by the way and this is Marge.” Marge had other ideas she just enveloped him in a huge hug.

On the other side of the forecourt two suited gentlemen strolled towards the doors interested spectators for the night’s game.

“Come on, Alex … we’d better get ready … Dad, Mom we’ll see you after the game.

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[kcm17480]

These last two parts were excellent. A lot of emotion in the previous as well as very hot. I'm glad to see Alex is getting a well deserved chance at other things in life. Let's see how he can handle interacting with other people. Hope it's not to fast for him.

[michaelnm2000]

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Alex felt his stomach churning as he kitted up in the school colours. He was very nervous a fact not lost on his new team mates. Jerome a tall black guy who played centre kidded him with “relax bro, save your energy, let your legs do the talking man.”

Coach Mulhearn came down to the locker room with precisely 30 minutes to game time. He spoke calmly as always reminding them of the game plan and working to their own strengths. Today his team was smaller and quicker due to the fact he had forwards unavailable to play but plenty of guards so the plan was to move the ball quickly in transition and hit the open jumper around the perimeter. Defence would be difficult with the team lacking height so the call was to collapse back and block out to support the forwards.

At exactly 20 minutes to tip off they walked down the corridor to the deafening sound of the school band and cheer leaders drumming up their support. Alex could not handle the attention well and cast his eyes down so as not to look around him. The team commenced their warm up drill as the minutes counted down towards game time.

At a sign from the coach the team huddled together for their last words and the starting 5 took the court. From the tip off it was obvious the taller opposition would use their advantage putting pressure on the defensive inside players. Paul was having a good game though and as fulltime neared he had 18 points despite the team being down by 12. The forwards were in foul trouble Jerome the centre had 3 and the forwards had 4 fouls each. With 4 minutes and 40 seconds left on the clock the whistle shrilled as a forward was fouled out. Coach Mulhearn, calm as ever, called Alex over “I need you out there son, play the 4 position and help out as much as you can on D.”

Alex nodded and trotted onto the court to take defensive position for free throws. What happened next is the stuff dreams are made from. The ball teetered on the rim as Alex launched himself high snatching the ball and passing in mid air to the sprinting Paul who pulled up short … jumper 2 points. A long inbound pass to the forwards intercepted by a stretching Alex then two flat passes and bang another jumper. Alex had turned the game in 10 seconds. With 10 seconds on the clock till time and one point down they were in attack formation as the ball went to Alex at the high post. He couldn’t get his pass away to the blocked lanes as the precious seconds ticked away then in slow motion Alex bounced the ball once, took one giant stride then soared, twisting like a snake, high into the air towards the basket bringing the ball down towards the ring, thwack it sounded as the backboard shuddered. Jubilation erupted everywhere as the home side celebrated victory with Alex the hero.

They were on such a high and still celebrating in the change room that Alex stripped naked along with the team forgetting to be embarrassed by his nudity. Jerome looked at him and said “bro yo play like a black man, yo is hung like a black man. Bro yo is the snake.” This was followed by raucous laughter because “the snake” was an apt name in more ways than one.

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[BiMike]

Thanks this is a great story! Hot sexy and fun !

[Craiger]

Michael,

Just caught up with the last installments which were fantastic. Finally Alex is coming into his own, not only with his relationship with Paul, but for himself and his self esteem. What a positive story. Thanks!

Craiger

[michaelnm2000]

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Alex loved playing but wasn’t so sure he liked the new found fame. Everyone seemed to want a piece of him and heaps of people he didn’t know stopped him to talk. Truth was he wanted to go back to his safe formula of eyes down stay out of trouble but the juggernaut he had created rolled on. It was nearly too much when some kids printed a picture of him on their tee shirts with “Snake Man” in bright letters. The regular season had only 4 more games to go and 4 wins might just move the team into playoff contention so the fans vented their passion on the “Snake Man” as their own public property.

The first game was followed by the second with Alex in the starting 5 and once again creating his magic to help the team cruise through to an easy victory. The third was against the title favourites who lost for the second time in the season after which posters went up around town before home games 4 and 5 which also resulted in good wins. The buzz around town was that a rare talent had been unearthed. The heady excitement and crazy hoopla associated with a winning team brought the spectators to fill the gym to its capacity.

* * * * * *

Coach Mulhearn called Alex into his office after training on the eve of the first playoff game. Standing to his right was a suited man wearing little round spectacles. “Alex this is Mr Pannowitz the Sports Administration Officer from State University. He’d like to chat to you son.”

The bespectacled man spoke “I’m here to make a basketball scholarship offer under our college development program.”

The man kept talking but nothing he said was sinking in … a scholarship … me … thought Alex. Alex was shocked and unable to coherently reply.

“Of course you will want to read the documentation and your parents will want to attend a meeting with us before final papers are signed but it is a generous offer and we hope you will consider joining us” he continued.

* * * * * *

Paul stayed back shooting baskets while Alex had his meeting so they could “shower” together. “A scholarship, a freaking scholarship can you believe it Paul” he screamed. In his euphoria he did not notice that Paul didn’t exactly share his excitement and was on too much of a high to read anything into the fact that their shower was just a shower.

* * * * * *

The morning of the playoff game arrived as Alex was called from home room to the Vice Principal’s Office. He reported to the secretary’s desk and took a seat waiting barely a minute before being called into the office where the Vice Principal was seated behind his desk and a School Board Official stood near the window looking through some documents from a folder.

“Mr Perry” he began “It seems you have not been completely honest with us.”

Alex looked bewildered not knowing where this was coming from.

The Vice Principal continued “Our system checks have not been able to locate a certificate of birth for an Alex Perry in any of the counties in the state, nor any of the places you have indicated on your application form. Do you have an explanation?”

“ But” … stuttered Alex … “It’s me and I have a social security number, see here” he fumbled dragging out his torn wallet.

“I will take that for the moment Mr Perry, however, you should know we do not believe the information to be consistent. On your application form you state your mother’s name to have been Rebecca Perry and that she died when you were 10 years old is that correct?” he questioned.

“Yes she is, was, my mother” stated Alex.

“There is no record of her death, nor marriage nor that she ever existed” spoke the Vice Principal. The air of the room suddenly grew chill. “Is there an explanation for that?”

Alex shook his head in disbelief. Was his whole life a lie? Why now?

“It’s that bastard isn’t it, he heard about the scholarship and wants money. That’s it … isn’t it … he tipped you off. My fucking drunken father” he spat angrily.

“But your form says you have no father Mr Perry” continued the Vice principal. He then added “and ... you have signed the information as being correct." A long pause followed ... "Under the circumstances it will be necessary to suspend you from school until the matter can be cleared up. I’m sorry Mr Perry but you will not be permitted to play tonight’s game.”

Alex angrily stormed out of the office heading blindly away from school towards the railway warehouses. He walked till the rage wore off then crawled into a dark corner curled his body into a foetal position and silently wailed as the freight trains shunted past.

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[arogersb]

Looks like I missed a lot.

You've done a wonderful job of integrating a tender love story and the imminent drama. The love scene by the water's edge was beautifully written.

Hope all turns out well for Alex and Paul.

[harry113]

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.
Harry

[kcm17480]

If I remember correctly in order to get a social security card you got to have a birth certificate. If his name was changed and not legally he still could'nt get and ss card. Yeah I hope Paul and his parents can help out with that one. Excellent two chapters. You've got me holding on again.
Thanks, Ken