Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2011 01:52:01 -0500 (EST)
From: Jorge Alvarez <ckjhs1@aim.com>
Subject: Tournament-9

The corridor was not very well lit. Maybe a touch of the
builders of the hotel, in order to make it perhaps different
and less mainstream. It suited Mo very well. The washing
machines were at one end of the corridor, and were located in
a small open room near an ice and a vending machine. Mo was
sure that the boy would show up. It was in the manner he had
given in to his caresses, in the plane and at the arcade.
That got Mo really hard. Such a beautiful boy, such a sexy
fucker. Mo leaned against the ice machine, dreaming.

Miguel played a little longer, still feeling the hand of the
man on him. That was so fucking good. Better than Kelly for
sure. It was like the man precisely knew where to touch him,
and how, and when. In the plane, it had been the same. It
seemed that he was always ahead of the boy's pleasure. There
was no question in his mind as to whether he would go meet him
or not. He wondered why at the washing machine, though. Yes, it was
more private than the arcade, but people walked in the corridors
of the hotel, and Miguel did not want them to see him being
sexed up by an older guy. His friends seemed to be pretty much
absorbed by the arcade games. He went to the hotel shop, bought
some fruit gum, and walked up the stairs to his floor.

Mo saw him come towards him. He looked gorgeous, Mo thought.
Gorgeous and his for the taking. Even the way the kid walked
turned him on. He wondered a second if he had been fucked already.
The fact is that it was difficult to resist the urge of jumping
on him and nailing him, at list for Mo. The kid did not lok at him
directly, but came up to the vending machine.

"Your Mom in her room?" Mo asked

"Yea." Damn sexy voice, he thought.

"She's gonna stay there today?"

"Dunno."

Mo took the boy to the corner of the room, away from the machines.
Fuck, he would have loved to take him to a room, he thought, while
unbuckling his belt. The kid was hard in his black CK boxers. Mo
slid his hand inside and grabbed the smooth penis. Miguel hissed
as Mo was reaching for his balls. He pushed the boy against the wall,
kneeled in front of him and sucked on his balls. He was good at that,
and the boy quickly noticed, feeling the tongue following the shape
of his gonads, and lapping at them like a cat would. He did not even
feel his shorts and boxers being pulled down to his ankles. He felt
the warmth of Mo's mouth when he engulfed his dick and the man's
lips touched his pubes. Mo had the whole length of the boy in his
mouth. He had been dreaming of this since he saw the boy. He could
taste him, more than that, he had him. Maybe several people fantasized
about doing to the boy what he was doing, but Mo was the one doing it.
He started bobbing up and down the boy's dick, sucking it, making love
to it, feeling its warmth and its hardness, its texture. He sucked it
greedily, forcefully, not worried about Miguel but worried about his
own pleasure and imposing his will on the boy. He heard the boy moaning.
He looked up at him, still with his dick in his mouth. Miguel had closed
his eyes, his head tilted backwards against the wall, his hands and his
back against the wall as well, naked from the waist down. Mo almost came
just watching this. He cupped his balls, and toyed with them, as his
tongue was slowly getting inside the boy's foreskin. The boy shuddered
when he licked the sensitive head. Mo bit the skin and pulled on it.
Miguel gasped. Mo resumed his hard sucking, squeezing the boy's balls
for his cum. His tongue swirled mercilessly around the penis, and espe-
cially the head.  The boy's body quaked, he hit the wall with his fists,
he seemed to sob, and Mo felt his dick throb in his mouth. He felt the
boy's cum in his mouth, 4 quick jets of warm, sweet cum. Mo squeezed
the boy's balls harder and kept on sucking. He was rewarded by some
dribbling cum as the boy collapsed forward on him with his dick still
in his mouth. Mo kept him in his mouth as the boy softened, licking
for every drop of sperm he could find. He loved the taste of the boy. He
did not want to let go of the boy's dick. After at least 5 minutes of
nibbling and soft sucking he let it go, with regret, covered in his
saliva. Miguel got dressed quickly, packing his treasures away. Mo felt
him up again through his shorts just to show him who was boss. He pushed
him against the wall again. He leaned over and licked his soft lips. The
boy tried to move away, but he really could not. The man squeezed his
dick head and then rubbed it for a few seconds. Then he licked the boy's
lips again. This time the boy stayed put. Mo felt him harden again.

"Horny fucker," he told himself, just as the boy opened his mouth. Mo
sucked lasciviously on his tongue.

"You're mine," he thought as his hand slid on the boy's ass.