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

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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.

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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.

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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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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.
 
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
 
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:=D::=D::=D:
 
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He didn’t exist, his mother didn’t exist. Was anymore proof required to be nothing? The last months he lived a beautiful dream that had crumbled in seconds. His dreams were false because they were never going to happen. If it’s too good to be true then it isn’t real. In the past he would run away, escape to nowhere; that was what brought him here after all. If he had only kept his head down and gone unnoticed none of this would have happened.

It was very late when Alex crawled from his hiding place. The game would be over by now, the fans long gone and most of the town asleep. Alex kept to the shadows making his way back towards the school. He skirted the gymnasium finding a small window open above his head and hoisted himself up through it into a small storage area. Opening the door he padded out to the court alone and stood silently on the place where he thought he had found his true self. The empty ache hurt. He turned back to the locker room to where the boys got changed. He could see in his mind Jerome’s thick black dick, the naked bodies and he could see golden sunshine in the aura surrounding Paul. What would Paul think? He reached for the dirty clothes piled in front of Paul’s locker holding up his sweaty underwear and bringing it to caress his face. The familiar smell mingled with sweat was the only thing providing comfort right now. Alex stuffed the underwear into his pocket and retraced his moves back out of the building.

Keeping to the shadows once more Alex made his way back to his hole of a room. He paused sensing around him as he entered his alley to make sure he knew who was about. He skipped between the dark shadows, opened his door and slipped silently inside bolting the door securely behind him. He lay on his bed staring into nothing then reached into his pocket bringing out Paul’s sweaty jocks and brought them up to place them on the pillow next to his head where they stayed all night.

Early in the morning Alex woke from his fitful sleep to the sound of someone knocking on his door. “Alex … it’s me … open up” called Paul.

Alex froze. The one person he wanted but also the one person he could not face. So he lay there as still as he could be until a shuffling of feet down the alley indicated Paul had gone. Several times during the day people had come and gone. Paul had been back several times and he recognised Coach Mulhearn’s patient voice along with Jerome’s. Hunger was Alex’s enemy and when Dulcie’s concerned voice filtered through Alex finally opened the door.

“Holy Jesus, you look like crap” she barked “just look at you.” It seemed the rumours had been flowing thick making their way to Dulcie’s Diner because she didn’t need to ask about what had happened. “You have to look after yourself hun, this is not you” she added “come on clean yourself up and let Dulcie feed you up a bit.” Typical Dulcie, non judgemental Dulcie who accepted you as you were and understood the basics of survival.

Alex sat in the Diner’s kitchen eating a hamburger under Dulcie’s watchful gaze. “Did they win?” asked Alex.

Dulcie shook her head “Nope they lost, … folks say they had no chance without you hun. Folks say you did something real bad and got kicked out. Not me though, I say there ain’t a bad bone in your body they’s just got it wrong.”

“… You don’t have to say nothing, hun … but hiding and not taking care of yourself … well that just ain’t right. I figure you’re more than that.”

“… and that kid … he’s been here maybe 7 or 8 times … you gotta talk to him hun … he needs to know you’re ok … it ain’t good to have people upset like that” added Dulcie as she dispensed her gems of wisdom.

As evening twilight came Alex hugged the shadows making his way towards the school once more. He found a shadow and melted into it near the outdoor practice court. Darkness came slowly and as it did Alex walked onto the surface to stand near the backboard. He closed his eyes took deep breaths and let his thoughts drift to the good times here with Paul. His reverie was broken by a sharp snap. Someone was there. Instinct, run! So run he did. He ran as though his life depended on it but whoever it was ran faster tackling him on the grassed verge. He had to fight.

Momentarily winded then scrambling and kicking to free himself from a vice like grip Alex turned towards his attacker.

Paul!

“You want to fight me, you want to hit me?” screamed Paul. “If it makes you feel better just do it. I’m not letting you go.”

Alex slumped defeated.

Alex put up no fight allowing Paul to bundle him into his sedan and take him home to his parent’s house.

He couldn’t look at them any of them. He was a beaten man, a miserable wretch unworthy to be in such beautiful surroundings. Paul’s mother fussed around more than necessary and Paul just sat there watching, waiting.

Alex was in a trance of his own making as Paul guided him up to his room. Once there he turned the shower on adjusting the temperature then tenderly began to remove Alex’s clothing. There was no struggle as Paul undid the buttons of his shirt, sliding it from his stooped shoulders, nor was there any struggle when Paul eased him out of his jeans. Alex was past caring. Alex stood there naked, a vision of perfection marred by the body language of his shame. Paul also naked led him to the shower where he tenderly soaped and rinsed Alex’s body with shower gel. Alex ached but so did Paul and in the tenderness of the moment he was pouring his heart and soul into every tender stroke. There was nothing erotic about it, even when Paul cleaned inside Alex’s foreskin, this was the love and care he needed to give. Paul scooped Alex’s private parts into place inside a pair of his own underwear and proceeded to dress him in some of the clothes from his wardrobe.

Fresh and clean Paul led Alex back downstairs along the way hearing snippet’s of his father’s voice deep in conversation on the phone. “Yes he’s here now … you’re sure it’s him … hmmm … that does change things … when can I have it by? … Ok the meeting is at 10 am get it to me before then … sure … and thanks.

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wow i find it hard to believe there r over 2000 hits. i reckon some loyal guys have come back a few times but thanks everyone including the silent majority .... that is such a huge buzz and truly humbling

very very unexpected
 
Believe it man and you deserve every compliment that your getting. This is one excellent story that you have here. You had me hooked from the beginning. This story just draws you in and keeps you there. I believe you are on a real roll here. It's got love, sex and a whole lot of drama. I just can't wait to read the next part. I really envy your writing skills...|..|
Thanks,
Ken
 
thanks ken after a comment like that what can i say??

it's guys like u who give meaning to what we do

i'm just an average guy struggling on one of life's highways but you make me feel like a king ... wow ... and as for words you hit the spot and are far more eloquent than you realise
 
“Well now don’t you look better” cooed Paul’s mom as she cast an approving eye over Alex falsely dressed in smart clothes for the first time.

Alex had not noticed that. He had shut down his senses for survival and gone within himself to a place few could reach. On the outside he just seemed quiet and withdrawn. He heard her though and was capable of functioning at a limited level. Tired and defeated as he was there was no doubt of their good intentions. Paul waited on him hand and foot making sure he ate, making sure he was comfortable.

Later he led Alex upstairs to his bedroom where he carefully removed his clothes and lowered him onto the bed naked. Paul lay down beside Alex naked as well enveloping him in the warmth of love, his hand resting above Alex’s heart. Tears oozed down Paul’s cheek, telling their own story of inner pain. Tired and exhausted both physically and emotionally they fell asleep entwined in each other’s arms till the morning light flooded the room.

Alex was first to wake looking around to see where he was. Realising he was naked next to Paul felt good. It was as though Paul’s energy had seeped through his skin to replenish Alex for another tough day. Alex looked at the sleeping face next to him. So handsome he thought! From his dark blond hair much lighter at the tips to the smooth brown skin and straight nose … Paul was the golden boy. Alex moved his arm across Paul’s chest holding him close as the remainder of his body snuggled close sharing his heat. Soon Paul woke up dreamily and the two boys gazed into the depths of each other’s eyes. Their souls drank quickly of each other before the moment could be lost searching frantically for confirmation the unspoken bond between them was unbroken.

“I’m sorry” began Alex.

“No don’t” cut in Paul “you’re safe … that’s what matters”

“But we … um … you lost and it’s all my fault.”

“We lost by ourselves it was you who helped us win. It’s not anyone’s fault, it’s just part of sport … besides we heard what happened.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, Coach told us in the locker room and all the guys were dirty on the VP for doing it. They don’t blame you either, they blame him though.”

“Really”

“Yeah really.”

“You had me scared, I thought maybe you did something silly like run away or worse.”

“I thought about it”
“I thought I had lost you” whispered Paul as his eyes moistened.

An hour later and downstairs for breakfast, Mr Marten … Paul’s dad said “Alex there is a meeting at the school today set for 10 am, you have to be there and with your permission I’d like to attend on your behalf.”

Alex nodded.

“I’ve been trying to find some evidence to help you and think I am onto something useful but won’t know for sure until I can see it and piece it all together. Paul will stay with you till then of course.”

Grateful for the support Alex nodded again as Mr Marten busied himself and left early for work.



Alex and Paul sat in the school waiting room anxiously. As the wall clock’s minute hand reached vertical making the time 10 o’clock the Principal’s secretary came to Alex asking him to enter the meeting room. Alex opened the door slowly already dreading what he would find. Inside the room he approached a long table facing sideways, on the opposite side of which sat the School Principal Ms Moody, Vice Principal Mr Carstairs, the School Counsellor, A School Board Member and the Schools Superintendent. He knew all this because their names and their roles were clearly displayed on the shiny black table top. Ms Moody asked him to be seated. So he sat opposite them one young man alone against their collective power. If this was a dark alley and the odds were 6 to 1 he knew what to do to survive but this was overwhelming. Alex shrunk into the seat preparing for the vicious onslaught.

Ms Moody shuffled various papers then commenced the proceedings outlining the history of Alex’s enrolment, his academic record, comments from his teachers his involvement with the basketball team and read out a recommendation from Coach Mulhearn. At least Alex had the feeling she was being fair to him. “So now Alex we would like to hear from you. Why has a bright young man with excellent potential been associated with alleged lies and possible fraud?”

Alex gulped, then open his mouth to speak … when suddenly the door swung open and in strode Mr Marten purposefully.

“What is the meaning of this?” asked Ms Moody curtly.

“I am this young man’s attorney” replied Mr Marten.

“This is not a court of law” she replied coolly.

“No but it will be in your best interest to hear me out before it does become a legal matter for the courts. I have some evidence to present on Alex’s behalf that will clear the matter up quickly.

Mr Marten then commenced the story he had pieced together that very morning.

“Nineteen years ago a very special quarterback played for State University. He took their team to successive NCAA titles and was named All American two years in a row. His name was Robert Jackson a name some of you will be familiar with.”

Some heads nodded assent at this.

“Then when the team was on a road trip a terrible tragedy occurred. Robert Jackson crossed a road to help a girl being mugged and was gunned down in cold blood.”

“Yes go on, I have heard of this story” entreated Ms Moody.

“What nobody realised at the time was that Robert Jackson had recently proposed to his girlfriend Rebecca and that she had fallen pregnant.”

“Alone and without support because she was disowned by her own family Rebecca somehow managed to survive. She met a man by the name of John Perry who took her in despite her pregnancy and she gave birth to her child Alex Jackson, a copy of whose birth certificate I now present.

John Perry filed for social security using the child’s name as Alex Perry on the application form yet the birth certificate was in the name of Alex Jackson. The two documents were clipped together with a note on the birth certificate noting the difference in names. I believe a second person picked up the file, completed the paper work using the name on the top sheet, the wrong name, and so the details were entered into the system and not rectified through to today.”

“Alex’s mother died 10 years ago as Rebecca Klien, not Rebecca Perry because she never married and a copy of her death certificate is attached.”

“So you see Ladies and Gentlemen the information supplied by my client is correct. His parents are indeed deceased, it is his social security number and he has used the name he thought he owned but which we now know to be Alex Jackson.”

He paused for effect and also to gauge his support.

“Now then before any of you speak I have one other matter to bring to your attention.”

Jim Marten dramatically wheeled round to face Mr Carstairs the Vice Principal. “Mr Carstairs” he began “I believe you have a son is that correct?”

The Vice Principal nodded going red in the face.

“… and that son plays High School Basketball correct?”

Oh the shit was really about to hit the fan now.

“Which school does he play for and did that school play our own school in the play off on Friday Night?”

Audible gasps were heard from several people.

“Well, Mr Carstairs” agreed Ms Moody “I too would like to hear an answer to that.”

The silence was evidence enough.

“Mr Marten I applaud your thorough preparation on behalf of a Alex. You have averted a huge miscarriage of justice. I will personally see to it a full apology is written to this young man in the school Newspaper and that appropriate actions will be forthcoming elsewhere.” She gave the Superintendent a knowing look.

“Alex” she continued in her crisp efficient style “I am very impressed by your strength of character and the manner in which you have faced the adversities in your life and apologise that the school was not there to help when you needed it most. I cannot undo what has happened, however, I do pledge the school’s support in whatever you need to do.”

Alex was as surprised as anyone, he turned to Ms Moody … “Thanks” he offered briefly before Mr Marten shook his hand vigorously then hugged him saying “come with me son I think Paul needs to talk to you.”
 
is it possible to go back and fix up the mistakes?????? or do we just get forgiven and deemed human
man i so want to go back and correct stuff
 
Wow, Great story, man. Really love the way this story was written. Full of drama with a pinch of sex. That's what i love most. Cheers!!
 
Great development ... this story has obviously been very well thought out. The backstory to Alex's origins is wonderful ... his basketball skill clearly inherited from his biological father's own talent in sports.

A beautiful piece of writing and, if there are any mistakes they don't show and you are therefore forgiven ... lol. I know how you feel - I'm always too late to fix the mistakes in my story too.
 
Just when you think it can't possibly get any better, it does. So it's Alex Jackson is it? Your simply amazing my man.:gogirl::gogirl:

Thanks,
Ken
 
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