Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2006 04:22:59 -0800 (PST) From: Drizzt DoUrden Subject: Starting a New Life (part 4) The standard disclaimers apply: If you are below 18 (or 21 in some areas) or for some legal/religious/moral/other reason cannot or do not wish to read a story involving sex between underage males then DO NOT CONTINUE. The following story is completely fictional and any resemblances to persons either living or dead are purely coincidental-don't think I have been following you! This is MY story, copyrighted to me. If you really want to post it elsewhere-just ask! Please let me know what you think at menzoberranzen_of_the_drow@hotmail.com As long as what you have to say is not hateful I would love to hear from you. I respond to all emails. Constructive criticism is more than welcome. Lastly, I apologize for the long delay, but I had (am having) a writers block problem. The story you are reading is something like the 5th rewrite and I still don't care for it. But, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. ********** It had been two days since my breakdown; two days that I had used to really get to know Sharon and Dave. Matt still had his swim camp so I had the days pretty much free. Alex came to visit and we went to the beach but I couldn't help but noticing that our relationship had changed since my parents' death. Whereas it had made me even closer to Lily, it had put up a barrier between Alex and I. I believe that he was still very awkward with the whole situation and that awkwardness formed a gap between us that would only widen with time - such as is wont to happen among young friends. I had cried myself to sleep both nights, but I saw it as a way to release my emotions while still being polite with the family. I woke up Friday morning to an empty bed and an empty house; I went downstairs to find a note on the counter from Sharon saying that she and Dave would be out for the day, but beside that was a message from the doctor saying that I was allowed to resume all normal sporting activities, finally! I immediately changed into a jogging suit and took my dogs out onto the beach. It was one of those rare mornings when the fog was thick on the beach and the air was cool. I loved the beach and I trained for cross-country running almost exclusively on this beach. I jogged - and walked - along the beach for over 2 hours; to this day there remains no better way for me to clear my head than to run on the beach. Out there it was just me and my dogs with miles of clean, sandy ocean for company and during the stressful weeks to come I would spend a great deal of time on that beach, every morning that I could. When I got back to the house Matt was home for lunch, and in the living room talking to two people that I didn't recognize. I walked in, said hello to the young couple, and sat down on Matt's lap, earning a kiss, something that seemed to bother our guests. "Hello Kai," said the man. "Hi," I replied. "I'm Robert and this is my wife Joanna," he pointed to the small, blond woman next to him. "Can I get you a coffee?" I asked, still slightly confused as to why they were there. "No, thank you," She declined. "But we need to talk to you." "Umm, ok. Why?" "I don't know how to say this but, umm, we're your parents," she said. The silence that followed was audible. I stood up, my face contorted with fury. "What is this?" I demanded. "Some sort of sick joke?" "NO, no," said Joanna anxiously. "They never told you?" "Told me what?" I asked, livid. "You were adopted." As she said that, I just collapsed back into Matt's lap, totally speechless. "Ok, well this is a bit of a shock. And you are here why?" I inquired, fearing the answer that was to come. "To take you home," cried Joanna in what she obviously considered a moving voice. "NO!" "What?" asked Robert. "You heard me, NO. Look, I don't judge you. I don't care why you put me up for adoption, but I am happy here and you are not my parents, whatever lab tests say." "I know you don't know us but you don't know these people either, and it looks like their son is more than a brother to you. That is not healthy, I'm sure that you would be very happy with us, one you get to know us" he said. This guy knew how to push all my buttons and I had had enough. "You think that you can just come in here and tell me how to live my life?" I yelled. "Well, you cant. I don't care who you think you are, you will never be my parents." "Kai..." "Do you love me?" I interrupted "Of course." "Then you will leave me alone. My life is here." "I'm sorry, we can't do that. We've sent an application to Social Services to adopt you. You'll see that it's best when you calm down," said Robert with an infuriating town of superiority as they stepped out the door. "Son of a bitch!" I screamed when the door closed. "Yeah," agreed Matt. "Real jerks." "Matt, I kinda want to be alone right now, do you mind?" I asked. "No, not at all. I gotta to back to swimming anyway, see you later," he called, heading towards the door. He left, and I sat there and brooded for a while. I was furious, I hated being powerless before the 'system' and as I sat there thinking about that, I decided that I wasn't letting them have me without a fight. I picked up the phone and dialed my lawyer's number. "Sean here," came the busy voice. "Hey, it's Kai." "Ahh, Mr. Miller what can I do for you." After I had explained what had happened, he said, "Yes, I knew you were adopted but without your parents around, they have every right to demand custody. Indeed, in California the law is heavily in favor of the biological parents' rights." "Well, I don't care. I'll be dead before I set a foot inside their house." "Okay, okay," he laughed. "I'll see what I can do." I hung up and spent the rest of the day sulking. I got off my ass long enough to make supper, and when everyone came home that night, there was a lovely meal on the table. We talked, mostly about me and then we watched a movie until it was time to go to bed. "We're going to bed," called Matt to his parents as we ran upstairs. "Sure you are!" came the response. Once alone in our room, I had barely closed the door when I felt my clothes coming off. "Mmm, god I want you," moaned Matt as we made our way over to the bed. "Don't worry," I purred softly. "You've got me as much as you want." I pulled out a bottle of lube from under the bed and began gently fingering his smooth ass. I was rewarded with a soft moan of pleasure when I slowly pushed my finger into his virgin ass. After I felt that he was sufficiently loosened, I pulled out my fingers and began lubing up my aching cock. Then, I brought my cock up to his ass and pleasure as I had never known shot through my body. I had barely been fucking him for 5 minutes when I felt my orgasm building; I started to pick up my pace and finally, with a poorly muffled scream, I came inside him. My scream was followed by one of Matt's as he shot his load all over his chest, his cock still completely untouched by me or him. "God, Kai. That was amazing," was all he could say. Still panting, we took a brief shower together and collapsed into bed. I nestled my body up his much larger one and was asleep in minutes. *********** Saturday morning passed decidedly uneventfully; Lily came over and the three of us went to the beach. We ate at the cheap beach restaurant and then went home for the interesting afternoon that was to come. We walked into the back yard where we were greeted by a tall brunette in her early 30's. "Hello Kai. And you must be Lily and Matt," she said warmly. "Umm yes," said Matt uncomfortably. Lily shot him a dirty look and replied, gracious as usual, "Yes, pleased to meet you..." "Dr. Karen Granger." "I assume that you are Dr. Jones' replacement," I replied in an austere manner. To this day even the best of shrinks make me angry. "Yes, I am. If you don't mind, could we talk for a while," she ordered rather than asked. "Umm, well I'm rather busy..." "No, he'd love to," interrupted Lily, eliciting a dirty look from me. "Come on Matt, let's go shopping." She then dragged Matt of, much the amusement of his parents who proceeded to excuse themselves. "It is not my policy to criticize my coworkers, but I shall to my best to be understanding of both your privacy and your feelings. However, there are going to be hard questions that you will have to answer. Everything and anything that you tell me is confidential. Are we okay, then?" she asked. I don't know why, but despite her brusque, firm manner she invited a certain confidence and I didn't put my back up as I might have done with another doctor. "Yeah, we're good." "Excellent, now lets get down to business." We had been talking for over an hour, well I talked and she listened, when we were interrupted by Jane, my old neighbor. "Oh, sorry Kai, I didn't mean to disturb you," she said. "Not at all," I greeted warmly. "To what to I owe the pleasure?" Her soft features seemed to reflect a great sadness as she said softly, "Kai, the funeral is tomorrow." "Oh, OK then," I said my voice toneless. "I guess I'll see you there." After an awkward silence, she politely excused herself and Karen asked, "Would it bother you if came with you tomorrow, to the funeral?" "No, go ahead. I can't promise how polite I'll be though," I said without a trace of an apology. "Well, actually, that's why I would like to come. Anyway, I think we've had enough for today. See you tomorrow." *********************** I sat there, totally in shock. It was a beautiful day - warm, with a slight breeze and the ceremony had been tastefully set up on the beach. I arrived last and as I walked to the front of the makeshift seating arrangement I could feel their stares on me. We - that is to say Karen - had agreed that I was not to make a speech, so, I sat there listening to all of my parents' many friend and associates talk. Finally, as Jane stood up to close the ceremony, I got up. I pushed of Karen's hand and walked slowly to the podium. Jane silently stepped down, and I turned to face the congregation before me. "I hadn't prepared a speech," I began. "But no one here today has managed to express who my parents were as I knew them - on a day to day basis, for better or for worse." I took a deep breath, nervous and slightly overwhelmed. "I have heard many fancy words today about them, but what do they mean? Will we remember them for how much money they made, or how much of that money went to the Salvation Army? No. Will we remember them for their successful business or their beautiful house? No." My nervousness had disappeared and I continued. "We will remember them as they were in life; faults and qualities alike. We will remember a big smile at the most inappropriate moments. We will remember a crooked golf swing that was perfect nonetheless. We will see her quicksilver temper or his spur-of-the-moment desicions..." I continued for several minutes, focusing on my parents as people, rather than magazine figures without fault, finally I was ready to finish. "Each of you here will remember them in your own fashion, be it humor or blunt honesty, a shoulder to cry on or encouraging advice. But above all, no matter who you are, we shall remember them as friends - nothing more, nothing less." My voice cracked at the end, but when I was finished there was a palpable silence, broken only by sound of the waves on the beach. Jane concluded the ceremony and then I asked to be left alone with my parents' ashes. Karen was about to speak up, but Dave put a hand on her arm and they left me be. I waited until I was alone and then I opened the two small, unadorned urns and scattered their ashes over the waves - my parents were now nothing more than memories. ************* Wow, obviously my writers block hasn't gone away. Anyway, please let me know what you think as usual at menzoberranzen_of_the_drow@yahoo.com