Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2004 02:31:52 -0500
From: Remix028 ~ * ~ <static382@mindless.com>
Subject: Sex With Best Friend 26

Max - 13 years old, good build (not overly muscular) from years of sports
with Alex, 6 pack, brown messy hair, brown eyes, hot tan, sexy smile, broad
shoulders, nice dresser. Into sports, music, horoscopes and love. Secretly
dates Alex. Friends with Tonio and Bobby. HAS A NEW FRIEND named Corey. Has
a 7" cock when hard.

Alex - 14 years old, great build, 6 pack from sports, dirty blonde messy
hair, deep blue eyes, sexy smile, killer tan. Interested in soccer and
guys. Secretly dates Max. Friends with Bobby and Tonio.

Tonio - 12 years old, good build, killer smile, sky blue eyes, sexy voice,
developing 6 pack from gym workouts and sports, nice tan, blonde spiky
hair. Into dirt bikes, go-karts... anything with wheels. Secretly dates
Bobby. Good friends with Max and has a new friend, Alex.

Bobby - 12 years old, brown eyes, brown hair w/ blonde highlights, muscular
(but not overly so) from school sports, developing 6 pack. Into traveling,
having fun and living life to the fullest. Secretly goes out w/
Tonio. Friends with Max and Alex through Tonio.

Corey - 14 years old, green eyes, dark brown hair (almost black), rock hard
body, defined muscles, showing 6-Pack, sexy chest, has an 8" cock when
hard, STRIKING green eyes. Neglectful childhood and abusive homelife has
hardened him into a tough, take-no-shit kid. He doesn't know about Max and
the gang.


			Sex With Best Friend 26
	                    --------------Almost 2004


     "Well man, at the mall I saw Bobby with someone else, and they were
way closer than friends," I whispered back. "I'm not tryin to start
anything, but its not right what he's doin, ya know, and me and you are
best friends, so I had to tell you," I explained myself to him.

     "I know, you told me that at the interview already, I just don't want
to believe it.." he responded. He looked like he was taking it pretty well,
but I still couldn't read his facial expressions very well. It was a mix
between hurt and confusion I think. Alex turned around and looked toward
the doors like he heard something.

      "You guys hear that?" he turned back and asked me and Tonio.

     "Hear what?" I responded to him and met his confused gaze. He turned
back to the door.

   "I heard a big bang.. Hold on guys," he said before he got up and went
to the double doors leading outside.

     "That's Alex for ya... he can't leave anything to imagination," I said
and shook my head, smiling. I looked up at Tonio and he still looked hurt,
almost like he wanted to cry, but he didn't let any tears come out. Bobby
and Corey were coming back now. Bobby sat close to Tonio and Corey sat on
my side. Tonio just gave Bobby a look like he knew something Bobby
didn't. After a few seconds, we all heard some loud screeching sounds and
we jumped.

     "What the hell?" Corey jumped, dropping his sub on the table. We all
got up and went to the door and immediately saw spots of blood surrounding
a shoe on the sidewalk. We stepped outside and I realized it was Alex's
nike. I looked up the street and saw a black jeep spin the curb. The same
one that was double parking earlier.

     "HEY ALEX??" Corey screamed out while the rest of us looked around the
scene. My first thought was that he was kidnapped and I was 2 seconds away
from becoming frantic when I heard some rustling in the thick bushes in
front of the toy store next door to the Subway restaurant. A rustled moan
came out first, then an arm and shoeless leg. We all ran over to help.

     "Alex man, what the hell happened?" I asked him, totally taken over by
the adrenaline pumping. I reached out to help him up but when he reached
for me, I noticed that he was shaking a little.  I pulled him up, along
with the help of the rest of the gang. I looked around and noticed that the
toy shop next door had a shattered front window.

     "What happened out here man?" I asked him, helping him to the booth
beside the Subway doors. I rolled up his right pants leg to see where the
blood was coming from but although his pants leg was stained with the
fluid, there was not even a scratch. I looked up at Alex and he seemed to
be in a daze or something. I looked to my side at the rest of the guys and
they seemed just as confused as I was.  Finally Alex spoke.

     "You guys... they robbed that toy store..." he said in a quiet, lifeless
tone. I looked from him to the gang then back at him.

    "Well are you ok? What happened?" I asked him again. He swallowed and
after a few seconds, he began again.

   "Well I heard some loud bangin', so I came out here to see what it was
and the toy store window beside me just busted, glass goin everywhere... I
just sorta jumped and stepped back by the bushes out of the way of
everything, and these guys were runnin out. One of em were bleeding and I
guess he saw me looking at him cuz he came over and he said that if I liked
breathin, I better not tell anybody... then he just threw me in the bushes
and they left.." he got out through his shaking. We all just sorta looked
at each other. My heart was racing for him.

 My dad was running up by now. I got off my knees and stood beside the
others while my dad talked to Alex. Alex explained the situation a second
time for him and me and the guys were just standing there, shocked. The
police sirens came into range and then the cars and ambulance pulled
up. The police roped the area up with Caution tape and the ambulance worker
and a cop came over to talk to Alex. The medic gave Alex an ice pack and
the cop asked some simple questions. He got the same answers as we had all
heard before, but he revealed a little more.

   "When he pushed me, my wallet fell out." Alex mentioned. The cop wrote
in his small notepad.

   "Was anything important in your wallet?" the cop asked. Alex shrugged.

   "My school ID." he said in almost a whisper. Me and the gang exchanged
looks.

   "The things with your fingerprints and address?" the cop continued. Alex
nodded.

   "Well if you remember what he looked like or anything else, you give us
a call," the cop said, handing him a card, "and I'm thinking that you and
your family should come down to the station to discuss safety issues,
considering the culprits now know where you live."

   "You think they could come back for Alex?" I asked the cop, interrupting
them but not caring one bit.

   "Possibly, if they feel threatened enough," he answered me, "considering
that he threatened this young man's life, we're gonna take every safety
measure possible." I felt my eyes wanting to water, but I didn't let
them. The medic helped Alex up, who was still in a shocked state. They
walked away to the ambulance and continued to talk.

   "Dad, what's gonna happen to them?" I asked him, trying not to lose my
cool just yet. Everyone else was talking amongst themselves, but I guess I
tuned them out.

   "Son, I can't tell right now, but I'm gonna run you guys home and go to
the police station to check up on Alex and his parents, ok?" he said to me
in the best attitude he could muster. We all piled in the car and without
too much conversation, we dropped Bobby and Tonio off at their places, and
dad let me and Corey out at my house. I guess his mind wasn't going as far
as taking Corey to his own house.

   "You guys stay here and lock all the doors. Your mom is at the doctor's
office, she'll be back here in a couple hours. I couldn't get in touch with
her, so let her in on what's goin on, ok guys?" he said in a fast manner,
but before we could even nod, he was pulling off. Me and Corey headed
towards the house. When we got inside, I saw the grandfather clock and it
was about 5:30pm. I didn't know what to do or think. Knowing that Alex was
miserable was making me miserable too. I couldn't imagine what he was going
through.

   "You hungry?" I asked Corey, who was silent the whole time. He looked
lost, like he didn't know what to do. I know the feeling, believe me.

   "Um.. Not really, I'll take a Coke though," he mumbled as he led himself
to the living room and sat in the recliner by the burning fireplace. I went
in the kitchen and got two sodas and came back. I sat in the floor against
the side of the recliner, in front of the fire. We drank in silence for a
few moments until Corey broke the ice.

   "I know how close you and Alex are, and I can't tell you how bad I feel
about all this," he said in a low murmur, shaking his head a little. I
looked up at him.

   "Thanks Corey, that means a lot man," I said back, "but he's gonna be
aight, nothing's gonna happen to him," I stopped in mid-speech. I wasn't
sure if I was trying to convince him or myself. I stood up, feeling myself
about to cry, and I didn't want Corey to see me like that. I looked away
from him while I spoke.

   "I'm bout to.. Put this drink in the fridge.. I'll be right back.." I
said in the straightest voice I could force out, but even through that,
Corey could tell I was close to crying. He looked up at me with concern on
his face, and he stood up beside me.

   "Its ok man," he said in a soft voice and put his hand on my shoulder. I
looked at him in the eyes and I knew that I couldn't hold it in anymore. I
started to pout a little and Corey slowly wrapped his arms around me. I
wrapped mine around him and the tears rushed out. Corey was such a good
friend to have at a time like this. His strong arms just held me close,
accepting all the grief I had to push out. He softly patted and rubbed my
back as I cried on his shoulder. I finally stopped after a few minutes, and
I realized how much better I was beginning to feel. The side of Corey's
face was pressed against the side of mine, and through his tough macho
attitude, I could tell that there was a little kid inside. I let go of him
and stepped back, looking at him the whole time. He just looked back into
my eyes and met my stare, before I shook myself out of it and went into the
kitchen. I put the drink up and washed my face with a paper towel at the
kitchen sink. I came back before
  long and there was a news flash on TV telling about the incident
downtown.

    "....downtown today, when a young boy was a witness to a robbery at the
Freelance Toy Store, right next door to Subway and Rochester's restaurants,
and right across the street from Pier One Imports. Officials say that the
young boy's friends were escorted to their homes and the witness was taken
to the downtown police station. Nothing further has been released to the
public as of yet." the woman reported, standing in front of the yellow
police tape but the broken window. Corey changed the channel before he
noticed I was there. I walked over and with my head feeling lighter, I
stood by Corey's chair.

    "Hey man, you wanna run to your house and talk to your dad?" I asked
him. He looked up at me with fear and anger in his eyes, like the mere
thought of his dad drove him nuts.

    "How about we not?" he objected, standing up by me. "I hate that man
and I don't care about him or what he does. He's probably passed out or
something," Corey continued to criticize while I watched his bad boy image
come back to the surface. One thing's for sure - he really did hate his
dad.

    "Well my parents are gonna get a lil curious if I keep making excuses
for you to stay here, and plus school is back in," I started back up,
trying to reason with him. He shook his head.

    "I know, man, and you're right," he mumbled, surprising me. The way he
shook his head and moved his body, I thought he was gonna argue more, but
he gave up easily.  "With any luck, my dad is at the bar and he'll come
home and pass out," he grinned at me. I grinned back. If that was what made
him happy then I was all for it. And plus the man was abusive, and if I had
my way, he'd be getting help or in jail, whichever he liked better. I
grabbed my coat and keys off the couch and Corey got his jacket, and we
headed out on the back patio. I rolled the moped through the gate and to
the driveway and started the engine. Corey jumped on back and I revved the
engine and took off. The wind was beginning to get colder already as it
slapped our exposed body parts. I went as far as I could remember and let
Corey point out the rest of the way. We got to his neighborhood and then to
his house. I pulled in his driveway and parked. He got off while I settled
the moped, and I walked him to
  his door. He tried to open it but it was locked, so he reached under the
doormat and got the spare. He unlocked the door and stepped inside with me
close behind.

    Corey had a pretty nice place. Light badge walls and a darker shade of
badge for carpet. Nice living room set and the kitchen had a swinging
door. It was a one story, so we walked down the hall to the last door,
which was his room. I looked around and my mouth could've hit the floor. He
had trophies and awards plastered everywhere. His room was near spotless
and he had a couple posters up of models and cars. I went over to his shelf
while he plopped on his bed and took off his jacket. I read some awards
aloud.

     "1st place Junior Weightlifting Division 2001, 3rd Place One Hundred
Yard Dash 2001, 2nd Place Junior Weightlifting Division 1998, 2nd Place
Gentlemen's Weightlifting Division 2002," I read a couple on his bedside
counter then looked at him, "that's how you're so ripped, you have every
trophy for the weightlifting right here," I said in awe more than
anything. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

    "Its nothing, just a hobby more than anything else. I used to do it
just because I was bored or wanted to take my mind off of things," he
replied with a cool tone. I smiled to myself.

    "So when did your dad change - if you don't wanna talk about it then.."
I asked but tried to catch myself but he grinned at me.

   "Its cool, man, I don't care." he answered me before starting. "Me, my
mom and dad were always close and everything, but when my mom died back in
1998, he just started drinking away his pain." he recalled, looking down
while he talked. I put my hand on his shoulder.

    "Sorry man, I didn't know about your mom," I said quietly. He just
shook his head.

    "Its cool. She was a nice person, kept everything together. When she
left, it was like a knife through the heart, ya know? You don't expect
anything like that to ever happen to you, then it does and its really
hard. We had her funeral and everything but I only remember a few parts of
it, I guess because I was really shaken by it. I remember her in the
coffin, just lying there, looking like she did when I'd walk in and watch
her sleeping. The preacher said that she was in a better place where she
was, and after a while, I started wishing I was with her, cuz I wasn't able
to help her.." a tear rolled down his cheek while he spoke. I felt really
terrible.

    "Well man you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. It wasn't your fault
she died, it was out of your hands." I tried to make him feel at least a
little better.

   "Yea I know that now, but back then I didn't. And a few hours after the
funeral," he said to me, pausing for a second before continuing, "these
guys, they were family members I guess, were talking to each other saying
that my dad should consider telling me about my mom, that she was alive or
something, and I knew it was impossible cuz she was dead, but they kept
saying she was alive for some reason. I always walk in on the rat's end of
the important conversations."

    "They said she was alive?" I asked, confused now. He nodded but kept
going with the story.

    "Yea, but I knew my mom was `sleeping' and I was kinda mad at those
guys for joking around. I just figured they wanted to play a joke on me or
something. Anyways, my dad started to neglect me and drink and all that
stuff, smoking all the time and whatever he had to do to deal with my mom,
and I had to get away from it so I joined the YMCA clubs and started
running, wrestling, playing basketball and weightlifting with a lot of
other kids. After a while I basically took care of myself, waking up in the
morning and going to catch the bus to school. I probably wore almost the
same outfit every other day and of course the kids would make fun and laugh
behind my back but they didn't know the shit I was dealing with. Then about
2 years ago, when I was 12, he started getting worse. He would yell and
scream at hisself, and throw his half-full beer bottles at the wall and
stuff. Then it got to the point where me and him would argue over
whatever. I knew he'd never touch me though.
 But I lost respect for him the day he called my mom a bitch." Corey was
silently shedding tears as he talked. His mind relived the events of his
childhood while he talked to me.

*
    "Dad, what are you doing?!" Corey screamed at his drunken father who
was gladly pouring tall glasses of vodka into a glass.

     "Shut the hell up, boy, this is MY house and I do what the HELL I
wanna do in MY house!!" he screamed, his breath smelling like foul toxic
fluids. Corey just looked at his dad in shock. It was nothing new to him
but he was thinking that enough was enough.

    "She didn't have to do it," his dad started back while pouring more
into his glass, "that BITCH ASS MAW of yours didn't have to BAIL on us!!!"

   Corey's eyes grew wide with hurt and rage. "DON'T TALK ABOUT HER THAT
WAY YOU SORRY BASTARD!!" he screamed at the scraggly drunken image that
used to be a well respected father figure. His dad threw his vodka at the
wall and picked up Corey's baseball bat that Corey had came home and
dropped in the floor. Corey ran back down the hall and slammed his door
shut as his dad came after him with rage in his eyes. Corey put a chair
under the doorknob and climbed in the back of his closet, behind all of the
mess and hanging clothes, until he was securely hidden away without a
trace. But even through his hiding spot, he could hear his dad kicking at
the door, then beating it with the baseball bat trying to get in. Corey
cried and cried until his dad stopped beating at the door, but even then he
continued to weep to himself until he went to sleep.

*

   Corey was wiping his face now, trying not to relive the past
anymore. Before he started breaking up in front of me, he took a deep
breath and gave me the cliff notes version. Obviously the detailing was
getting to him.

    "So basically after he called my mom a bitch, we didn't get along ever
again. I took care of myself, made good grades in school, fed myself, cut
grass and stuff like that, made my money and bought myself stuff I
needed. He stopped doing that a long time ago. Fuck it, he died with my
mom. He only hit me once though, and that's how I got this lip. Oh yea,
when I was around 13, he started getting pissed at the mailman. He'd go out
and get the mail and tear up certain letters with a big yellow sticker on
the back. Sometimes he'd burn them. I don't know what they were, but it
musta been big if he threatened the mailman to stop bringin them here. But
yea, the mailman had to bring em cuz they were supposed to go here. So
every 2 weeks or so, dad would run out to the new post office box he got us
and get the mail, and burn up those yellow letters."

    "Do you know what those yellow letters were?" I asked him, curious now.

    "Nope. There was a little piece of the letters left in the fireplace
and I pulled it out, and I made out my name, and on the envelope, there was
something that started with `child'."

    "Well when do those letters come?" I was really curious about those
letters! Corey shrugged.

    "Sometimes every other week, other times they just show up," Corey
said. I got up and he did the same.

   "Well the mail already ran, and your dad doesn't look like he's here
yet, so lets go check," I suggested, walking through the hall toward the
door.

   "What are the chances that the letter would--" Corey stopped in
mid-sentence, as we watched a car pulled up and stop alongside the mailbox,
an arm reach out and pull the mail back in. Me and Corey stepped outside on
the porch. It was Corey's dad. He was tall and he was really letting
himself go. He had a small fuzzy beard and goatee, messy hair, and a
growing pot-belly. He had on a black t-shirt and blue jeans. He fumbled
through the mail and pulled out a yellow envelope. Could it be? Before he
paid too much attention to it, he looked and saw us.

    "Well well! Look wut the cat brought back!" he said in a high sarcastic
voice. Honestly, I didn't see any resemblance between Corey and his dad at
all.

    "Max, go start your moped, I'll be over there in a minute," Corey
whispered in my ear as he walked toward his dad. I went and did as he said
while he looked at his dad, who was getting closer to him.

    "Why dontcha go on in there, Corey, and fix your dad a good ole bologna
sandwich, k?" he smiled an evil smile at his son, who only glared back.

    "Sorry pops, but I'm leaving," Corey said, walking away towards me in
the driveway, but his dad grabbed him by his hair, making Corey scream out
in complete pain.

    "I SAID GO FIX ME SOMETHIN TA EAT, BOY!!" his dad roared at him,
pulling and jerking at Corey's hair, while Corey practically dangled
helplessly in his father's strong, firm grip. I put the moped on the
kickstand and I rushed over and dove on his dad, making him lose his
balance and slip on the lawn. He groaned as he went down, dropping the mail
too. Corey was free and he was holding his head in pain. I grabbed the
yellow envelope and ran to the moped. Corey jumped on the back and we spun
out in the driveway and dashed into the street, leaving skid marks of burnt
rubber behind us. We got about 3 blocks away going top speed before I
slowed down and went normal speeds.

    "Sorry you had to see that back there, man," Corey got in my ear and
mentioned. I turned my head a little to the side and spoke.

    "Man we gotta do something about that guy." I replied to him. It had to
be almost 6pm or 6:30, because it was getting dark quick. We spun into my
driveway and rolled through the grass to my backyard. We walked inside and
threw our jackets in the living room and immediately went for the fireplace
mantel to warm up. I sat in front of the fire while Corey took his usual
spot in the recliner beside me. He was still patting his head and he
touched it tenderly with his fingertips and noticed he was bleeding. I saw
his fingers and got some paper towels from the kitchen. I gave him a damp
one and a dry one. I stood over him, looking at his head and saw that there
were a few small places where his hair was plucked and left cuts and
gashes. Nothing noticeable unless you were directly over him staring at his
head. We got the excess blood out and threw the towels in the fire.

    "Man I'll kill that bastard if he ever touches me again," Corey
clenched his fists tight and was patting them on his knees. His face
displayed all the feelings I'm sure he were feeling.

   "It's my fault man, I shouldn't have made you go back to try and talk to
him, or whatever the hell I was trying to do," I said back to him, feeling
like a total jackass.

    "Oh, man, when I got your dad down, I took this letter," I said to him,
handing it to him before starting back, "is that what he was always tearing
up?"

    "Looks like it, man! Damn we got there just in time for whatever the
hell this is," Corey was smiling a little now. He read it aloud.

    "Child Adoptive Services of America," he looked puzzled and so was
I. He tore it open and got out the pages of letters. "Dear Mr. Hyatt, We
have been contacting you for a while and none of our records indicate that
your address has changed since 1987...." Corey mumbled the rest in a fast
voice as he skimmed down, looking for anything interesting, and when he
turned the page, he stopped and his eyes widened.

    "What?" I asked him. He looked at me and handed me the paper. I read
it.

    "...Corey Blake Hyatt has reached the conferred age to meet with his
biological parents. Contact information is listed on the following side of
this letter..." I looked up at Corey, who was in a daze. He was adopted?!
Sure would explain a lot. Like his morals, his behavior, and his bangin
looks!

    "I don't know how I should be taking this, Max... I mean, it's a relief
that my dad isn't my real dad, but that means that my mom wasn't real
either.... And I didn't have any relatives to turn to before, but now I
could have countless people out there..." he shook his head again.

    "Hey, you can't say that your mom wasn't real. Sure she wasn't your
biological mom but she loved you, man, and I bet the way she took care of
you, you wouldn't have even dreamt of yourself being adopted. Look at it on
the bright side. At least that crazy ass man back at your house ain't
real!" I said to him, and that brought a small smile to his face. I grinned
back. Just then the front door opened. It was my mom.

    "Hey guys! Max, I have some great news! Where's your dad?" she said as
she walked in by the fire. Me and Corey looked at each other, then back at
her. She looked back and forth between the both of us and said "What?"

    "Well mom, when we went to the TV station, we stopped to get something
to eat at Subway after it was over," I started off, "and there was a
robbery next door at Freelance, and Alex was outside when it happened," I
continued on. Her eyes slowly grew and her hand went to her heart.

   "Oh my god!" she said quietly, shaking her head. "What happened?"

   "Well from what we know, they threatened him, telling him not to say
anything about what he saw, then they threw him in the bushes and ran. Dad
is with them at the police station right now." I said as gently as I
could. She looked relieved.

    "Well as long as he got away with his life. That boy is almost like
another one of mine." she said, sitting down. Corey sat in the recliner and
I sat back in the floor by the fire. My mom was easy to get to know and to
get along with, so even though she didn't know Corey all that well, it
wasn't hard for them to sit for a few minutes and small talk. After a
couple minutes, dad walked in, holding the door open for someone. Then Alex
came in!

    "Hey Alex!" I jumped up and went over to him. He smiled that Famous
Smile at me and opened his arms. I hugged him right there in front of
everyone. It wasn't unusual for me and Alex to hug, cuz we did it a lot in
public when we were really happy and emotional over something (but only if
they knew what went on behind the scenes!).

    "Hey guys," Alex smiled at Corey and mom.

    "Alex is gonna stay the night here again. His folks are staying at the
Rocky Mountain Hotel until the cops get the robbers."

    "Why are they split up?" mom asked.

    "Because, the robbers got Alex's school ID card with his address and
everything, and the cops think that if they threatened him, then they could
come to his house too." he explained. Mom walked over to Alex and took hold
of his hands.

    "Well you know you are safe here. I got a stun gun in my bra and he has
a shotgun in the closet!" she smiled while dad got close to her.

    "Is that what it was in there? A stun gun?" he smiled and she let out a
squeal and we all laughed. We went in the living room with me, Alex and
Corey now sitting on the sofa and mom standing in front of the TV.

    "Well guys, I have something to tell you.. I got back from the doctor's
and he gave me some pretty exciting news. He said that Max is getting a
little brother or sister!" she smiled really big. My dad jumped up and ran
to her, and I smiled and looked at Corey and Alex.

    "You're pregnant?!" I asked her in almost a frenzy. She nodded and I
was so happy! I always wanted a younger brother running around so I could
teach him how to play sports, or a little sister so I could kick her
boyfriend's ass if he ever stepped outta line. The day was getting better
and better! I looked over at Alex and he was grinning big at me. As much as
me and Alex were around each other, it would be like this baby would have
two siblings instead of one. I looked at Corey and he was smiling too, but
I could tell that something was still bothering him. His adoption papers.

    "That's cool, man," Alex said to me, "I'm getting a new baby brother or
sister!" he said, laughing. My parents laughed at his comment before going
upstairs talking to themselves.

    "Guys, you be good, we'll be back down in a few minutes to get dinner,"
my mom screamed down the stairs. I turned and focused on my lost love.

    "So what happened after we split up, man?" I asked him. I was curious.

    "Well we went to the station, and they asked the same questions over
and over. Then a little time later, your dad and my parents got there and
we all went to a lineup. None of the guys there looked like the one that I
saw, so they asked more questions and after forever, they came back in the
room and told my parents that they arranged a hotel suite for them to stay
for a couple days. It's free and everything. Your dad followed us there and
its really nice, but I didn't wanna stay there so your dad let me come back
here with him." he explained with a carefree attitude. I smiled to myself
at how cool he was being at a time like this.

    "Well that's cool," I smiled to him as he smiled back. I could tell
from his expression that he wanted to run upstairs and get busy, but of
course, with Corey, we'd have to be more careful. Alex licked his lips and
bit his bottom lip while his eyes roamed my body, and I laughed aloud at
his gesture. I winked back at him and turned to Corey. He was looking at
the papers again and had a look of deep thinking on his face.

    "Can I tell Alex about what happened today or do you wanna keep it to
ourselves?" I whispered in his ear. He shrugged again, as if saying he
didn't care. I turned back to Alex and told him about me and Corey going to
his place, getting into the argument with his dad and taking the envelope.

    "...and we rode back here and read what was inside. It said that Corey
was adopted a long time ago. That's wild, isn't it?" I finally got it all
out. Alex was looking stunned at what I just told him. He looked around me
and at Corey.

    "Are you ok man? Did he hurt you?" Alex asked with sincere concern in
his voice and eyes. Corey shook his head.

   "Man if I was there I would've helped you. He shouldn't be able to do
all that stuff to you and get away with it," Alex continued. I agreed with
him. Someone should put that man in his place.

    "I just don't get it, though," Corey started up, talking for the first
time since everyone got back, "I have a whole other family somewhere. Why
did they give me up in the first place?" he complained to us. I noticed
that he was close to tears so I put my hand on his shoulder.

    "Well we can call the number on the back and find out," I suggested. He
looked at the numbers and thought for a few minutes before speaking back
up.

    "Nothin to it but to do it, right? Gimmie your phone," he said to me
and I smiled at him. I reached him the cordless phone and he slowly dialed
the first digits of the 1-800 number, and his finger hovered over the last
one, as if he was having second thoughts. Finally, he pressed it and put
the phone to his ear.

    "Child Adoptive Services of America, if you know the extension to the
party you are trying to reach, you may enter it at any time during this
recording..." it continued on to other options. Corey put in the extension
he had on his paper and listened. Corey sat there while me and Alex watched
in anticipation. "Stacy Vilmer, how may I help you tonight?" a woman spoke
to him. Corey kinda jumped.

    "Uh, yea, I got a letter in the mail about me being adopted or
something," Corey stuttered. I grinned to myself. How unprofessional he
must sound to that woman.

    "Whom am I speaking with?" she asked.

    "Corey. Corey Blake Hyatt," he murmered. He paused and then said "14."
He paused again and said some "yes's" and "no's" before hanging up.

    "Well what happened man?" I asked him. I was kinda excited for him. He
could get away from his fucked up `dad'. Corey looked disappointed.

    "They told me that I wasn't the legal age to get any information, and I
had to have my guardian talk to them." he sounded disappointed and showed
it too. Me and Alex looked at each other.

   "Well don't worry too much about it man, we'll figure something out, but
right now I'm starving," I said to him, trying to get him to lighten
up. "HEY MOM, WHAT ARE YOU COOKING??" I screamed towards the stairs.

    "ORDER A PIZZA AND SEND ME THE TAB!!" She screamed back down. I heard
the water running so she was taking a shower. We talked about what we
wanted and ordered 2 large pizzas, extra cheese and pepperoni, 3 cokes and
Cinni-Stix. The pizza came soon, mom paid and we all ate it. Pretty soon it
was really late and we were still downstairs watching TV. By now Corey was
in his tank top, pants and socks, and lying on the couch. Alex was in his
red t-shirt, pants and socks and I was in a blue t-shirt, blue basketball
shorts and socks. I was lying in front of the fireplace on my stomach
looking at the TV, Alex was in the chair beside me watching TV and Corey
was asleep. Alex was the first to notice that Corey fell out and he nudged
me. I looked at him and he looked over at Corey and motioned for me to go
upstairs. I smiled and we got up, headed upstairs. We stopped in the
hallway.

    "You and Corey can have the guestroom tonight. Better than sleeping on
the floor," I suggested to him.

    "But the TV in there is small, man!" Alex complained with a smile on
his face. I continued to my room and got my bed ready. I heard the door
close behind me, so I turned to look and Alex was shirtless and walking
straight toward me. I missed that hot boy so much!

    "Uh-oh, seduction time..." I mumbled, smiling at him as he got closer.

    "Man I miss this," he said to me when he stopped in my face.

    "You miss it? We just did something this morning!" I reminded him.

    "Yea but that was... so LONG ago!" he threw his hand on his forehead
dramatically as I laughed at him.

    "Well, I don't think I want to do anything right now," I replied but
kept a slight grin to let him know I was joking. He caught on.

    "Either give it to me or I'll take it," he said back. He got in my face
like he wanted to fight me, but he kept a small grin so I'd know he was
joking too.

    "Yea right. Do me a favor and go back to the hellhole you came from." I
scolded him, giving him an evil look. His face twisted and he shoved me
onto the bed. I flew on my back and he jumped toward me. I flipped off the
bed just in time to dodge him. He flopped on the bed and bounced a couple
times. I grabbed a pillow and I whacked him a few times, laughing at his
reactions. He rolled off the bed and came running at me. He grabbed my
shirt and I squirmed as hard as I could to get away from him, but he was
too strong. I put my leg behind his feet and pushed him back, and he
tripped over me and dragged me to the ground with him. We fell with a soft
plop and wrestled around which ended with him straddling my chest, me on my
back. I couldn't move. He was smiling an evil smile down on me as I
squirmed under his weight.

    "Ok, bitch, I warned you," he whispered to me in a creepy voice. I
looked up at him with a little shock. He was really getting into this. He
let go of my arms and grabbed at my shirt. All in one motion, he ripped it
right down the middle and tried to tear it off me. He was smiling that same
evil smile and I grabbed his shoulders and threw him off me. I jumped up
and stood there and he was on the other side of the room, standing and
looking at me. The shirt was dangling from my half-exposed chest, so I
slowly took it all the way off.

    "You want some of this?" I tormented him, "you just remember - I aint
nobody's bitch." He motioned with his fingers to come to him. I shook my
head.

    "A little warning, kid, you don't wanna piss me off," he said back. He
glared at me, still grinning though.

   "Bring it bitch," I said back, motioning for him to come at me. He ran
full speed toward me and I let him catch me. He grabbed my bare chest and
softly threw me on the bed. He fell on top of me and he threw my pants off
without too much strain. He slid out of his too, leaving us both in only
our boxers. He pinned my arms down above my head and he leaned over and
started to lick around my ear. It felt really good!

    "Get off me, bitch," I moaned, and he snickered.

    "Hey, you lay there and shut the hell up," he whispered back and
continued to lick and nibble on my ear. He made his way to my mouth and I
pressed my lips shut.

    "Open up, girly boy," he whispered. He knew I'd have to say something
back about that. When I opened my mouth to defend myself, his lips met mine
and we were making out. He stuck his tongue all the way in my mouth and we
kissed like it was our first time in 10 years. He let go of my arms and we
got lost in what we were doing. He moved his hips a little lower so his
member was on my member and they both grew to attention instantly. He
started grinding into me and it felt damn good. My hands made their way to
his back and I rubbed him all over while he continued his assault on my
mouth. I reached down and gave a few tugs on his rock hard pole and he let
out a few soft grunts. I got him going to the point where he didn't wanna
stop, then unexpectedly I threw him off me. He went rolling and before he
could stop, he hit the floor. He jumped up, wiped his lips and gave me a
look like he couldn't believe what I just did.

    "What... the... HELL did you do that for?!?" he yelped, still looking
stunned. I imitated the evil look he was giving me earlier.

     "Like I said, I aint nobody's bitch." I held back my laughter. He was
giving me some pretty funny faces. He reached down and grabbed his cock and
massaged it to keep it hard. I turned and started walking slowly to my door
and I heard him running up behind be. Before I could get three steps away
from the bed, he had me from behind. He grabbed me and plopped on the floor
with me in his arms. He was now on his back and I was on top of him, on my
back. He wrapped an arm around me and used the other to adjust his cock
under me.

     "Where's your lube?" he whispered in my ear.

     "Don't know, lost it I guess," I lied to him. I wanted him to
suffer. I knew how much he liked fucking and since he took the game to
another level, then I would too.

      "Damn man! But don't worry, we wouldn't have time for all that
anyways, with Corey and everything," he started back up, "but don't worry,
one of these nights, we're gonna rock that bed until the sun comes up." I
grinned hard at his remark. He slid out of his boxers and pulled mine off
me as well. He adjusted his cock so it was between my cheeks and he let out
a deep breath on the side of my face. It sent shivers down my spine. He
started to hump upward, sliding his cock between my butt cheeks, breathing
hard the whole time. I'll admit, it felt good, but I wanted better. I
jumped off him and he moaned in disappointment again.

      "Suck it," I said to him, pointing at my solid pole. He crawled over
with no objection and placed his lips on my cockhead. It made me gasp in
approval and he went deeper and deeper until he had it all in. It felt
excellent. He slurped up and down and up and down and it was the best. My
hands were on his head, guiding him all over my rod and I was about to
shoot, but the bastard pulled off. I was pissed!

      "Payback's a bitch, ain't it?" he smiled up at me. I wanted to kick
his ass. He reached in his pants pocket and pulled out an Ultra-Lubricated
Ribbed Condom. It was blue, too! Looked like the kind you buy in the gas
station bathroom for 75 cents.

      "Only got one, so only one of us are havin fun tonight!" he grinned
from ear to ear.

      "So how we gonna find out who's using it?" I asked him. He thought
for a second. Then he pulled out a quarter.

       "This is corny, but we'll flip for it. Heads or tails?" he asked me.

       "Tails," I called it. He flipped it and it landed on something but I
couldn't see it, but when I saw him flip it to the other side, it was a
dead giveaway.

        "You ass! You cheated! I saw you flip it!" I laughed at him. He
frowned.

        "Fine, we'll do it over. I call tails this time!" he said while the
quarter was flipping in the air. It landed in his hand and he slapped it on
the back of his other hand. When he moved, I saw that it was heads. I won
again.

         "Give me the condom, loser!" I said to him. He tossed it to me and
got on the bed. I opened the pack and got rock hard again before I slid
into it. It sure had enough lube on it, if not more. I turned off the
lights so it was completely dark except for the minor light coming in the
windows.  Alex was sitting on the side of the bed and I got on my back. He
climbed on top of me and slowly sat on my cock. He let the head slide in
first, and after a few seconds, he slid on down my pole. He was sitting on
top of my balls now and it was the greatest feeling in the world. He moaned
softly and I was trying to hold back from shooting my load so soon. The
warmth of his ass and the tightness of it was holding my cock and wouldn't
let it go. It was awesome. He slid up and down my member and all I could do
was lay there, moaning, while he worked me over. Soon I grabbed his waist
and pulled him up off my shaft, so he was over me with only my head in
him. I thrusted my hips upward
 so my cock went back in him and when my hips went back down, my cock came
out. I did this slowly at first but Alex started moaning "Faster, harder,
man, ahh yeah," softly, over and over. So I had to comply.

      "Man this is good..." I finally got out through my moans. Alex started
jerking his cock while I humped into his ass with my rock hard stick. It
felt so fucking good, I can't even explain it. I was going so fast and hard
that my balls were slapping his ass and my bed began to shake. Thankfully
it wasn't knocking the wall or squeaking because that would be really
bad. Pretty soon I got tired and slowed down, and Alex noticed. He slid
down my pole and rested his ass on my hairy balls, sitting on top of me
while I lay there.

       "Dude this is so good, gosh I wanna stay like this forever man!"
Alex whispered to me during our little break. Our bodies were sweating a
little bit by now. After all, we had been doing sexual stuff since we first
got in my room, and that was about an hour and a half ago. Alex reached
down and started squeezing my pecs and nipples. I moaned and reached up,
grabbed his waist and pulled him down so his chest was on top of mine. I
wrapped my arms around him and he wrapped an arm around me, and held onto
the headboard with the other. One of my arms stayed wrapped around his
upper back and the other went down and squeezed his ass. I started fucking
him like a wild rabbit. Fast and hard. The bed was rocking and shaking and
we were moaning like hell. We were quiet though, because everyone else was
sleep. Alex was grinding his cock hard into my chest while I was ramming
hard in his hole. After about 10 minutes of this mind wrenching, awesome
feeling fuck, Alex started to moan
 a little deeper. This was so amazing - my cock had that feeling you get
right before you cum, and it stayed there the entire time. I was in
ecstasy.

      "Ma.. Max... I'm cum....ming, man.... Ahhhh, yeaa..." Alex moaned through
the slapping noises my cock was making against his ass. Our bodies were a
little more sweaty now and our slick bodies were sliding around on each
other. I grabbed him and held him tight to me with my left arm and I
reached down with my right hand and grabbed my cock. I yanked the condom
off, threw it on the floor somewhere, and started jacking my cock like the
world was ending. Alex was humping my forming abs and he shivered and
moaned as his load squirted on me. I moaned and held Alex tighter when I
felt my load boiling. I pulled my cock so my cockhead was pointed at his
crack, and I unloaded a huge wad of cum. I jerked around and moaned while
my monster was unleashing huge ropes of white goo all over his ass. It felt
awesome. Alex was still cumming too, so we were in bliss together. We
finally stopped after about 15 squirts each, and we relaxed in each other's
arms. We lay there and almost fell asleep,
 but I shook out of it.

     "That was awesome man," I told him. He moaned "yeah" back to me.

     "We gotta take a shower now, though," I told him. He grunted through
his urge to go to sleep on top of me, but finally hopped up.

      "Come on Alex, we gotta hurry up, just in case Corey wakes up," I
told him. Through the darkness, we went to my bathroom, turned on the
shower, got in, lathered up, washed ourselves (well, we washed each other),
rinsed, and jumped out. We wrapped in towels and tip-toed back to my
room. We dried as fast as we could and I got in some new boxers, which were
Spongebob Squarepants. Alex got in a pair of my boxers too. He chose plain
diamond ones though. I got the towels and hung them in the bathroom and
then we went back downstairs. Corey was still knocked out on the couch. His
tank top was on the floor beside him now though. Me and Alex stopped at the
staircase and looked him over.

       "You gotta admit Alex, Corey is hott, right?" I said to him. Alex
looked back at me.

       "Yea, he's built, but you better not get any ideas!" he grinned back
at me. We went over to him and Alex grabbed his shirt, turned the gas fire
to `Low' and switched off the TV. I nudged Corey. He didn't wake up so fast
so I shook him until he did. He looked so childish and cute when he's
sleepy!

       "Hey man, we fell asleep down here, we gotta go upstairs," I lied to
him. Alex was already heading upstairs and I helped Corey up. He was
walking through the darkness beside me to the stairs.

       "Max, thanks for everything you're doin for me, man, I'd probably be
dead right now if you hadn't came around," he quietly groaned through his
scratchy sleep voice. I smiled at him, although I doubt if he saw it
through the darkness. I saw him extend his arms and come to me, hugging
me. I hugged him back and his warm hard chest felt so good pressed against
mine. I guess he was still half asleep because he lost his balance and we
went into the wall, him pressed against me, us still hugging. His cock was
accidentally pressed against mine, and I'm sure if I hadn't just finished
having sex, I'd rape him right there. It felt good! I helped him up the
stairs and we went to the guestroom. He got on the bottom bunk and Alex
jumped on the top one. I winked at Alex before I turned off the lamp, then
headed to my room. I got in bed and lay thinking of the day's events. It
started ok, then got really bad, then really happy, then really sexual. It
was definitely a crazy day. I look
 ed at my small clock on my nightstand, and it said 12:56.

          "Finally, New Year's Eve," I mumbled to myself, "Almost 2004."

   Soon I drifted off and went to sleep in the warmth of my bed.

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Sorry guys, the website is down!! The people I got the site from went out
of business, and all my stuff is gone too. I'll make a new one soon
though. And YES, I have AIM, and if you want my s/n, email me. I get so
many emails askin if I have AIM that its ridiculous!

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