Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2011 19:39:48 -0500 (EST)
From: Jorge Alvarez <ckjhs1@aim.com>
Subject: Tournament-6

Miguel kept talking with his friends. Mo had no doubt
he had gotten his message. Was he scared or did he need
more time to process it?

Miguel and his friends slowly walked away from Mo, towards
the park exit. Miguel and the girl were talking in an animated
fashion. Mo was still hard for the boy. He was such a tease,
Mo thought. Not a little boy anymore, not feminine, but not
a man either. He was at that age where some boys are more
beautiful than girls their age, and have a lean, athletic body.
Pretty boys. His beauty hurt Mo in some way. It made him
long to possess him. Seeing him talk to the girl was painful.
He knew what she wanted and he was afraid she would get it.
Yet, imagining them together excited another side of him
very much. He imagined the blonde head bobbing up and down
between the boy's thighs and his toes curling, his hands
gripping the bed sheet, her soft hands toying with his smooth
balls. He was at a loss to explain why these thoughts excited
him but they did.

Kelly was hitting on him again. Miguel enjoyed it. She was very
pretty, he thought. And the fact that she was almost 4 years
older made him proud. She was a junior in high school after all.
She could have gone with his older brother, but she wanted to
go with him, who was still in junior high. He wished they were
alone and could talk and perhaps more, but her dad and her brother
were there, plus all his teammates. She was not staying in the
same hotel, unfortunately. He was hard now, thanks to that guy
from the plane. He was thankful that he was wearing tights, which
somewhat contained his erection. He could see Kelly eyeing his
bulge, and that did not help either. He admired the way that she
directed the discussion towards topics that would not interest
the others so that pretty soon two discussions formed: one with
the others and one between them. That's when she told him to
get a ride with her dad and her brother, and to sit in the
backseat of the SUV. She smiled at him when she said that, and
he smiled back, not totally understanding.

Mo was focused on the boy's ass. He imagined kneeling behind
it, holding his slim waist as he fucked it:

fap, fap, fap, fap, smack! fap, fap, fap...

"Take it little fucker, take it deep..."

smack! fap, fap, fap...

He had to have him. He saw them get in a white SUV and
impulsively, he followed them.

Once in the car, Kelly talked about the Sopranos TV show.
She knew her Dad did not like that show, and soon enough
he and her brother were talking about the game, while she
and Miguel were talking to each other. Miguel was hard as
a rock, and Kelly now openly looked at his bulge, not
having to hide anymore. She picked up Miguel's Nike soccer
bag and placed it between her Dad and her brother's seats
so it totally obstructed their view. Miguel was wondering
what she was up to and started to laugh. He stopped laughing
when she reached over to his side and squeezed his package.
She fondled him lavisciously while still talking to him
like nothing was going on. She paid a lot of attention to
rubbing his dickhead. Miguel moved closer and opened his legs for
her. She took advantage of this to slide her hand inside his
tights, feeling his small bush, and grabbing his velvety dick.
Miguel gasped when he felt her on his skin, but that did not
attract the attention of Kelly's Dad or of his brother who were
absorbed in a discussion of the first goal they scored. Mean-
while Kelly was fisting his dick slowly but steadily. Miguel
closed his eyes. He put his forearms on the seat in front of
him, and rested his forehad on them. Opening his eyes again,
he could see Kelly's hand come and go inside his tights. He
knew he was not going to last very long, and he was starting
to wonder how to deal with the outcome without dirtying his
shorts, when she silently dove between his legs. He felt her
pull his tights and his shorts down on his knees, and he felt
warmth and wetness around his dick. He closed his eyes again.
Kelly started bobbing on him. He writhed in his seat, opening
his legs as wide as the spandex would let him. He really did
not care anymore about Kelly's Dad. He only cared about the
lips sliding on his shaft, the tongue wrapped around it, and
the fingers that were pulling on his balls and squeezing
them. He felt Kelly's hand caressing his abs, her tongue
getting inside his foreskin. He saw a bright white light. His
body shook unvoluntarily, and like in a dream he shot his cream
inside the mouth of the wanting girl.