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 michael_nm2000@yahoo.com 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.