Date: Sat, 25 Dec 2010 18:47:48 -0500 (EST)
From: Jorge Alvarez <ckjhs1@aim.com>
Subject: Tournament-3

Mo loved his wife. They had had sex regularly since they got together, over
20 years ago. He was definitey attracted to other women as well. He
traveled around the country for work, and he had picked up his share of
attractive women,though he had a weakness for the younger ones, college and
even high school age.

At the moment, though, his thoughts were far from his feminine
conquests. His hand between Miguel's thighs, he was fondling the boy's
ballsack, rolling one testicle over the other. He could feel the fabric of
his soccer shorts under the black sweats as well as Miguel's boxers. Three
thin fabric layers between him and the flesh that did not really prevent
his exploring the boy's body.

He watched Miguel's closed eyes, his peaceful breathing, and he looked
around, somewhat nervously, to make absolutely sure nobody was looking at
him. Mo's posiion was awkward. Slowly he withdrew his hand,and he silently
turned his body over, so he was now facing away from the closed window and
towards the boy. Then slowly, he resumed his exploration, but this time
using his right hand, in a much easier position than before.  The balls
felt so good in his hand. He could now feel the inside of his thighs
better.

He heard his wife's voice in his head:

"Maurice, don't do it. He's just a boy." He hated it when she called him
Maurice.

"And he's not a boy, he's a teenager who probably gets his dick sucked
regularly, and whose big balls fill my hand. He'd probably make you
cum. And he is sexy as fuck. So what are you going to say to that, Julie?"

Was it because of his anger towards his wife, or was it just pure lust
looking at the angelic face of the boy: Mo grabbed Miguel's boyhood in his
right hand.  For the first time he did feel the boy's half hard penis.
Thick, he thought, yes he would make you cum, bitch. Thick for his age. He
felt the length of the tube with his thumb. He could see it now through the
sweats. Fucking nice. I bet some girl likes to suck on it after your
games. No wonder young teenaged girls liked to give head. Anybody would
enjoy sucking on this... you too, bitch.

He realized he had in his hand the sexy soccer boy he was eyeing two hours
ago running around the terminal in his sweats, with such an atractive
bulge, and an ass to kill for.  He was now busy rubbing the little fucker's
dick and balls as he was asleep. This thought alone almost made him cum.
Miguel's dick was hardening to full length in his grip. Mo was wondering
what to do next: stopping or making the boy cum. The voice of reason was
telling him that he was crazy, that he had to stop right away. But it's the
sight of the boy's fully hard penis pushing against the fabric of his
sweats that won him over. It was a magnificent sign of boyhood on an
angel's body. He just could not resist.  He continued his rubbing, focusing
on the boy's dick head. Fuck yea, soccer boy, cum for me, give it to me, he
thought. The boy seemed to bite his lips and he opened his legs slowly,
giving better access to the man. Not a noise in the cabin besides the noise
of the engines, not a movement besides Mo's hand over Miguel. Then from the
corner of his eye, Mo saw the boy's eyes open. And then he closed them.