Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2010 04:15:22 -0500 (EST)
From: Jorge Alvarez <ckjhs1@aim.com>
Subject: Tournament-2

The flight attendants distributed blankets to those passengers who needed
them, and promptly turned the plane lights off so people could go to sleep,
or watch movies. Miguel chose a movie, and so did Mo. Smartly, he picked
the same one as Miguel, "Pretty Woman" .

They watched for a while. Mo was stealing glances at the boy's body,
wondering whether he should be discreet or obvious about it, or perhaps a
subtle mix of those. Miguel's legs were athletic, with a nice sexy shape
which left no doubt about their firmness. His thighs were perfect for a boy
his age. Soccer thighs, Mo thought, and probably a nice soccer ass too. He
doubted strongly the boy had been fucked. He thought it was possible, but
unlikely. He was sure some people thought about it when they saw him. Had
someone acted upon their desires? no, he did not think so. He had heard
that kids have oral sex in middle school these days. The boy was a very
serious candidate to have received a blowjob from a horny teenaged girl,
perhaps after school or after one of his games. Yes, very possible, he
concluded. He noticed that the boy had looked at him sideways while
watching the movie. Man, those legs are truly sexy, Mo kept on thinking to
himself. That's when Miguel looked at him again, albeit directly this
time. Mo smiled at the young boy, but Miguel did not smile back. Mo liked
that. This is a tough little guy, he thought. He imagined parting the hot
little fucker's legs and ... He closed his eyes and dreamed of it... When
he woke up, the movie was over.

The boy was sleeping now, his head against his mother's shoulder, his right
leg against Mo's. Mo was free to look at his beautiful face, his sexy lips,
his small hands. Mo loved his skin color, and the smoothness of it. He
looked a lot like his mom.  He felt the warmth of the boy's leg against
his.

It was clear he was really sleeping, not faking it. Anyway, why would he
fake it? Mo asked himself whether to take a risk and feel the leg with his
hand. He could get into big trouble, but maybe not if he stopped at the
leg: he could always argue that he moved in his sleep and accidentally
touched the boy's leg. Yes, he thought, that is not a real risk. The mother
was also asleep on the other side of Miguel, so yes, he told himself, go
for it. He focused on watching the boy breath, the movement of his chest,
the sound of his breathing as he moved his left hand slowly and rested it
on the black sweats, above the knee. Nice he thought, as his fingers
wrapped around the boy's quad. Firm as he thought it would be, and the
touch of the fabric made it even sexier. He wondered how many people had
held his thigh in their hand like he was doing. Maybe a young girl at
school as she kissed him. That is when the mother moved. He calmly kept his
hand in place, and watched her eyes stay closed as she slightly moved in
her seat and seemed to dive back into her sleep. Good, because Mo's hand
was creeping up Miguel's upper leg towards the prize. Normal breathing, he
thought to himself: the kid is gone. Was that the truth or was it rather
what he wanted the truth to be? Was he fooling himself? Was the boy going
to wake up and make a scene? Mo saw himself being picked up by 2 cops at
the gate, but could he really stop himself as his hands reached the inner
thigh? He knew the answer to this question. Yes, baby, he thought as his
fingers encountered the bulge he was now staring at, yes, baby, let me have
it. Let me feel them and hold them. Give it up, you hot little fucker. Give
me your balls. He now had the balls in his hand. Feeling the two orbs,
slowly, oh yes, baby, yes. Mo knew he should be happy and stop here. But he
couldn't. He knew he had to have more.