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hahahahaha so funny
i need a new acronym how about rl = raucous laughter
rlrlrlrlrlrlrlrlrlrlrl
hey hang on a sec they're not really endings are they!
they are sort of in the middle - unless of course you want me to end this - again
it could be really funny to try eh!
No i have a better idea we'll get 4 diff people and they can pic a number each - i"ll do 5 of course. I think you should do C) that could be hilarious
 
I'm at post#101.

I should have been in bed hours ago, but had some transcontinental late night conversations going on.

Craiger does like pulling people's chains.
I just need to get caught up here and your mirror thread so I can play in the sandbox with everyone else who's reading.
 
Wow! I remember reading this story years ago.

Knowing it has been continued has made my day. One of the best stories I have read, can't wait for the next installment!

Blondie <3
 
Mikey,

The Aussie/English/American is not a hindrance. I just ran over this today and I have to say mate.....
page one is a box of birds.

My tired arse demands a break but I will have caught up mid weekie. Okay
cobber...write on.
 
hahahaha that cracks me up. So funny.
I have no idea what you just said !!!!!!
Which under the circumstances of your themed reply is 10 times funnier.
Um I'll take it as a compliment (I think)
maybe i should have written rlrlrlrlrl.
 
“Paul, it’s me Alex” he implored.

Paul stood still as though weighing up his options. The seconds ticked by, then he turned for another look and it was as though he gave way. “Alright, you can come in” and added “I don’t care”.

Paul led the way into a darkened room somewhat like a living room but with a rolled up foam bed in the corner. He faced Alex without any expression on his face. “Just say what you want to say … then you can leave”.

“Paul, this is not easy” replied Alex.

“Get it over with, that’s what you came for”.

“Not quite”.

“Fine, we’ll just stand here and say nothing……”.

“Paul, there’s a lot of people worried … they care you know … I care …”.

“Yeah, Yeah lots of people care. So what! … It’s not going to change anything”

“It could” shot back Alex.

“... yeah? Is that what you think? You don’t know shit either!”

“Paul” implored Alex. “I could help”.

“What if I don’t want you to? What if I’ll do this on my own?”

“You don’t have to do anything on your own. I’m here and want to be. We …”

“Don’t you get it? There is no we!” spat Paul. “You’re the worst thing to ever happen to me! I wish we never met. If it wasn’t for you I’d still have a family”.

“I don’t believe you” countered Alex. “The lake, remember the lake?”

“Yeah what of it?”

“It was without a doubt the best day of my life. It was the day I changed. I learned to trust someone for the first time, I learned what it was like to love someone and have someone love me back. That was you Paul. I can’t stop loving you. It hurt like hell when you sent me away and again at the stadium. I love you Paul, I always will, even if you don’t want to be with me.”

“It’s history”.

“It doesn’t have to be, it could be the basis for a new beginning. Come with me. What could you possibly lose? Either it works out or we can agree to let it go”.

“I’ll think about it. No promises”

“That will do me” smiled Alex.

“You can go now”.

“Next weekend … I’ll come visit ok”

“Yeah, whatever!”
 
How sad! Paul is really in a bad state. However, I think Alex has reach a part of him whether he wants to admit it or not. I can't wait for the continuance, which I feel will be almost as cold as this meeting, but I hope not. Thanks, Michael.

Craiger
 
Mikey...............

I looked around and finally deduced (sadly) that it was me you didn't understand.

Granted, American can be difficult to translate.....

What I said was......

1. no language barrier...had to re-read a bit once or twice, but a little logic and
deductive reasoning resolved any potential problems.

2. had not seen your writing prior to 02 Jan 11.

3. box of birds....phrase courtesy of NZ JAG meaning GREAT. and of the 4 pages posted, I have completed page 1.

4. my ass got tired from the prolonged sitting and I needed to do some shit.

5. will be caught up to current by Tuesday, the 11th of January.

6. please buddy, continue writing this excellent story.

Does that read a bit more clearly?

Lefty the enigmatic.
 
hahahahaha i now need a new acronym rotfwl = rolling on the floor with laughter - so ...
rotfwlrotfwlrotfwl
or maybe pmsl = pissing my self laughing
You are hilarious, what a hoot - is your real job a comedian?
I love it - it's an aussie trait to enjoy it when someone is taking the piss out of you (figuratively)
Are you sure you're not australian?
As for" lefty" is your surname wright? now that would clearly be an australian approach to names.

Clearly I love your comments eh! You rock.
 
Hi everyone
I added an avatar - the beach of course because i am an aussie surf life saver. I added pics to my profile but haven't discovered how to let you see them yet without being on public display.
Cheer all.
 
Michael,
I'm caught up. And, I was right - I DID post previously, lol.

Angst, fear of further rejection of losing his mom after he's already lost his dad.

Methinks we need to take his dad aside and give him a very LARGE, LONG Enema - to flush all the shit that's up to his eyeballs, out. His eyes might turn blue again, instead of the shit for brains brown they are now.

How to ruin a kid's life in one easy lesson. In this day and age?
Unfortunately, all too frequently.

I have my own thoughts as to how this might proceed, but I will keep my thoughts to myself, as Craiger has, so the full flavour of your fantastic fable forms from your forehead.

And, yeah, Lefty is a hoot. Not everyone "gets" Lefty.
We play in some threads with some regularity - to the point that some people thought we hated each other from our backhanded humour.

I'm looking forward to your next installments.
I'm sorry to hear that you've had the familial health issues. I'm glad the prognosis is favourable.
 
Alex didn’t know what to do. For a great deal of his life he was in danger of physical harm and neglect; he had learned the skills to cope – the principal behaviours being to stay unnoticed, never be involved and fight if he had to. As for friendships and emotional stability – he still had a long way to go. Since the time on his own he had kept people away blocking them out for self preservation. Paul had managed to get inside to his true self. It was Paul who had listened while the tears flowed and who had patiently coaxed the reluctant barrier into receding albeit briefly. To Alex anything physical had meant pain until Paul brought his body alive. It was Paul he slowly learned to trust and then what? It was Paul who rejected him, deliberately threw shit in his face by cruel displays with another guy, and now claimed he hated him. Why the fuck was he doing this? Just a year ago they were in love and to have that shredded was tough to comprehend. It truly did feel as though their love had been turned into hate. Why did it have to be that way? Quite simply he did not know how to deal with the situation with Paul, he was not even sure he wanted to. Everything said run and stay well away. Did he owe Paul? Did he love Paul? Did he just care for him as a friend? Alex was not capable of sorting out his feelings. He was confused and yet he would try, he would do the best he could, however, doubt kept creeping into his thoughts.

The rest of his life was straight forward. Alex was doing well in his subjects as the academic year came to an end, his combination with Letisha was topping the class, he was maintaining a Distinction average and the Rattlers season was excellent - just one game short of their all time record wins for the season. Just as well personal relationships did not count towards an academic transcript. Physically he was healthy, mentally he was as tough as ever but emotionally he was still a minnow.

Dulcie had offered him a summer job in the diner and a much better room to live in. Alex took her up on it and quickly settled into the routine of working in the diner. He was close to where Paul lived and made a point of calling in when he could. Each time he would bring some food on the pretext it was left overs from the diner, which wasn’t quite true. Paul was tolerating his existence, but, the warmth of their union had not returned. On his day off Alex suggested a drive up to the lake to the places they explored during their time together.

Paul still had his sedan - so on this day Alex came around armed with provisions and they loaded up the sedan and drove in a reasonably comfortable silence, broken occasionally by a remark or two. It was pleasant. They drove around the lake stopping here and there, occasionally pointing out this feature or that. This was very pleasant as well.

The sedan slowed to a stop not far from “the jetty” not just any jetty it was “the jetty”. The scene of a dramatic major change in both their lives! They walked to the end of the jetty where Alex cautiously kicked the mooring rope curled on the right. His deep blue eyes flashed towards Paul registering their recognition. Alex walked to what he thought was “the spot” the place Paul had electrified his body for the first time.

“I think this is the spot” offered Alex gently.

“Really? What spot?”

“Here, the first time we kissed, and made love”.

“Oh so that’s what this is about.”

“No No I ….”

Paul began stripping his clothes off as Alex flustered was unable to get his words out coherently.
Paul stood in front of Alex completely naked. “So are we going to fuck!” … and with that he pulled at Alex’s belt and though meeting some resistance slid his jeans down exposing his cock.
Alex was confused and had absolutely no idea how to respond, he just went along and let Paul do as he pleased. His cock grew whether he liked it or not and Paul took advantage pushing him to the ground with his jeans around his ankles and his t shirt raised. He straddled Alex, held his cock pointing to the sky as he lowered his ass and pushed the long thick cock inside. Paul rode thrusting his hips and forcing his ass up and down on the stunned Alex. It was fast, hard, furious and aggressive. It was over almost as quickly as it began. Paul stood, took 3 steps towards the lake and stood there naked staring vacantly at nothing.
Alex shrugged out of his clothes and came up behind Paul slowly wrapping his arms around him. The fight was over. There was no love today in that act. Was there any hope? He had no idea.
 
Michael,
The long, slow, torturous fight to make things right between them, again. Paul is at the "do whatever you want with me, I don't care (BULL SHIT!) stage.

Here's hoping Alex can get through that thick skull of Paul's, and help him see that, yes, there IS still love in Paul's life.

I still want to have a "talk" with Paul's father. . . .
 
Hey Michael,

I think the bitterness Paul has within him is founded in his father's rejection, but as so often happens, he is taking it out on Alex. It seems we always hurt the one we love. At least I would like to think that is what this situation is all about. As confused as Alex is emotionally, he will find the strength to endure Paul's reactions and be able to bring Paul back to reality. It's just that there is the conflict between his love for Paul and his love for Jason that he has to sort through. Love this story.

Craiger
 
Nice comments guys, I totally agree - see Craiger you could write some for me!
and yer Aussie Chub i'd love a nice cold beer
 
Just started reading this tonight. I love the story and It appears to be still going. How lucky is that :)
 
They stood facing the lake. Alex’s arms protectively wrapped around Paul - their nudity not an issue. Neither one moved for a full 30 minutes. Then Alex heard a sharp intake of breath and felt the warm trickle of a tear dropping onto his hand. Paul’s thin body shuddered. He placed his hands on top of Alex’s hands and leaned back into him finding more comfort. Paul sighed. Alex sighed.

Alex turned Paul around to face him. He put his hand up to close Paul’s eyes and softly kissed each one then sought Paul’s lips with his own. He held Paul close. He gently lay Paul down on the rug and placed his own body beside so they were touching. The heat from their bodies shared as the minutes ticked past. Time has no master and despite wanting the moment to last forever the afternoon wore on, the shadows growing longer and the air cooling around them.

Reluctantly Alex dressed and helped Paul into his clothes. Alex held Paul’s hand and carried their basket down to the end of the Jetty. They sat on the end, watching the sun sink towards the mountains, with their feet dangling just above the surface of the water as they shared the meal Alex had brought. It was as if the uncaring carnal act from earlier in the afternoon had not happened. They even managed to laugh when Alex dropped half his sandwich into his lap with his mouth poised open for a bite and a comical look on his face.

“Alex” began Paul, “I did blame you. I hated you so much”.

Alex turned his face so that his deep blue eyes searched Paul. “I know”.

“But ... it wasn’t you was it? I mean you did nothing … it was me all along. I forced everything onto you ...”

“Haha no don’t say that!” Interjected Alex.

“Hear me out, ok!”

“Sure”

“Well - I know how it felt … the magic of this place … you and me … it was good wasn’t it? Don’t answer that, I know it was! I know it was love, that we were both in love. This thing now … you and me … it could work out and we could be happy, we could work at it, I know we could. I could apologise to my Dad and my family could be whole again but … I know he would never truly accept you and me. It’s like I have to choose between my family and us. My mom is ok … but, to be whole we all need to be ok. What I learned is that it doesn’t matter how much I hurt myself … when I weigh it up I’d rather have that than hurt my family. I can’t and won’t hurt my family.”

“But, what about us why hurt us?”

“It has to happen”.

“No I could talk to him, your mom … she told me she was ok about us”.

“I know she is”.

“He’ll come round, he’ll get used to the idea”.

“Not in any hurry he won’t”.

“So that’s it then? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“It is. I still love you and always will. I have a choice to make and I have made it”.

“I can’t believe this is the end of the line. It can’t be true”.

Paul sighed.

“Can’t this just be a pause? Can we still be friends? … and maybe one day …”

“Do you know the story of the bird? … how the one who truly loved it set the bird free from the cage! It’s like that Alex. I am setting you free”.

“Maybe I don’t want to be free, maybe I want you”.

Paul reached out to Alex’s face and held his hand gently there. “Let’s give it some time, ok. I have some apologies to make, a family rift to heal and some applications to send away for courses”.

Alex sat looking at Paul’s face memorizing every pore. “That’s all I ask of you… a chance and until then friends”.

“Yeah, ok a chance. In the mean time friends sure – we will be at the same university anyway”.

“Really?”

“Yes really! I might back down to heal the rift in the family but I am doing this for me – I’ll be doing Teaching starting at the beginning of term. Hopefully we will see some of each other. Until today and what happened I never understood. Now I do, I see it clearly! It really is up to me to make this my life. I see you and think if you can do it so can I. You’re a much bigger inspiration than you realize. We both have so much potential”.

“Hahaha the last time we said that we had the best love making session ever”.

“I remember”.

“This time we’ll just hold hands ok.”

…and so they sat watching the sun go down literally, but, was it going down figuratively as well?
 
Michael,
A poignant re-beginning?
Friends for now . . . but always much more than that.

Paul apologizing to his father - for angry words spoken in anger of the heat of the moment?

Here's hoping Paul's father will see what his attitude has done to his son, and what Alex coming home, searching Paul out, healing him, has done. Maybe he will see the greater good and love.

But, that remains for our master story teller to tell.
 
Michael,

That was a beautiful chapter. Sad, but beautiful. To know that Alex has reached Paul's inner being and Paul's realizing the love is still there is a joyous feeling. The sad part being it's just as friends now. But time will tell how this relationship will progress. As Paul said, they both have potential and hopefully that love will grow. Paul's father will have no way of overshadowing such a love. I worry now about Jason. He is such a wonderful character as well.

Craiger
 
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