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Subject: The Wind – 16 If you want to see g-rated pictures of the main characters, please send an email to aol. Comments, positive or negative are always welcome. This is a fictional story. Christian looked at Mike differently since the episode in the SUV. There was something between them now, something nobody else knew. Mike felt the change. The boy got him horny. He was longing for the taste of peppermint, for the sensation of his skin in his mouth, for the full balls in his hand, for the noises the boys made. He was observing him at training, and sometimes Christian noticed it and smiled at him, or simply touched the side of his shorts, looking back at him. It had happened in practices and in games, with Jim and other parents around. Mike hoped no one noticed, but he could not be sure of it. George had started to come watch some games, like he said he would. He did not seem to know much about soccer though. Mike had noticed he paid special attention to Elian, talking to him, encouraging him and also, Mike thought, checking him out. Elian did not seem surprised by the attention. Mike wondered if there was more to it. Elian was athletic and cute. George knew him since he was maybe 8. Would he? There was this one time when Elian went to play with his friends at the park. He had black sweats on when he left, over red soccer shorts. He came back with a gatorade, probably bought at George’s gas station down the street and he wore the black sweats but the red shorts had disappeared. Mike could see that he wore Nike boxer briefs underneath the sweats. There was no place for him to change at the park. That was odd, even more so when he went to his room to take a nap. Mike was not angry. He wasn’t sure of anything. It was just a thought in the back of his head. Christian was improving. He was by far the best player on his team now. Mike found arousing that he had jacked the star player off and kissed him and that nobody knew except for Jim. He looked at the boy’s bulge and almost felt it again in his hand. He almost aydın escort felt the sperm pumping through his penis and unto his hand again. George seemed to also pay attention to Christian, but not as much as to Elian. Jim had advised him to focus his attention on one boy at a time. He had not told him that he had already messed with Christian and had further plans. The kids were practicing. When they had started, the sun was out and the weather was fine, but about half-way through the practice, the wind had picked up, and the sky became cloudy. Mike always liked the wind blowing and molding the boys’ shorts to their bodies. He wondered if the other parents paid attention, men or women. Some seemed totally unaware that their sons’ bulges were on display for t he world to see. Were they? or were they looking from the corner of their eye? And if they were looking, who would they look at? Their own son? or the star player who happened to be cute as fuck. Christian was limping. It was not because of the wind. He had received a strong tackle that had hit him above the ankle on the previous play. The coach signaled him to get iced up in the trainer’s room. He gave the key to Mike and told him to have Christian rest in the room for the remainder of the training with ice on and off his leg. The room was near-empty: a couple chairs, a massage table, a washing machine and an ice machine. Mike figured there was about an hour and 15 minutes left of training time. The trainer’s room was at the other end of the field, really out of the way, on the other side of the parking lot. Mike took the boy in his arms and kissed him. His hand quickly found the shorts and played with the bulge, rubbing it through the satiny shorts Christian was moaning in the man’s mouth. Mike pushed him against the washing machine, still kissing him and also humping him. He could feel the boy get hard against his cock. He still tasted like peppermint. Mike turned him so the boy leaned against the washer, facing it. Mike grabbed him by the aydınlıkevler escort hips and started grinding against the boy. Suddenly, he bent the boy over the washe, kneeled, pulled down Christian’s blue shorts and his compression shorts and buried his face between the boy’s cheeks. He spread the golden orbs and forced his tongue into the boy’ s tight hole. Christian wailed as the tongue penetrated him, but the man kept on pushing inside, licking, chewing the virgin hole. Christian’s mouth was open but no sound was coming out anymore. He arched his back. The tongue was all the way in. The man pushed even deeper inside, fucking the boy with his tongue and his face. This was not a hand job anymore. Mike wanted the boy all the way. He got up, and leaned over the boy. He licked his finger and slowly he penetrated the boy with it, his other hand on Christian’s mouth. The boy was in pain, but the man kept on pushing, slowing down at times, but never really stopping till the finger was all the way in. He stopped, giving a little time to the kid, but then he withdrew part of his finger and fucked it back inside. He looked at the side of the boy’s beautiful face. As he licked the boy’s lips, he started to really finger-fuck him. Yes this was the star player, and yes it was Mike’s finger deep in his ass. This thought excited the man even more. In and out. In and out. Then they both knew it was time. Mike retrieved an astroglide bottle from his pocket. He took his pants off. He put astroglide on his cock and then on his fingers and he fucked 2 fingers in the kid. He felt a feeling of power looking at his fingers disappearing between the boy’s cheeks. 2 fingers and then 3, all the way. Then he lined up his cock against the boy’s entry. He pushed slowly at first. Christian yelled, but they were far enough from anyone, and the noise of the freeway was very loud. He thought of the star player and he pushed in. The head popped in, helped by the fingers and the lube. – Fuck you, Christian ayrancı escort he whispered in the boy’s ear as his cock slid in to the hilt. He waited for a moment. The kid was so fucking tight. Mike pulled out half-way and then pushed back in. In his mind was Christian’s picture in his uniform, the first day he played for this team. Mike had thought he would love to fuck the sexy little fucker on the spot. Here he was. He was now going in and out at a decent pace. The kid was complaining but his tone changed when Mike hit his prostate. He was just making little kids noise now, each time Mike hit the spot. Mike picked up his pace. Christian was moaning almost continuously now. Mike started to fuck him as if he was a man. Hard long strokes, then short rabbit-like strokes, then he would make love to the kid for a minute or so, before pummeling him again. – Fuck Yea, he thought, fuck yeah. Take it, Sexy little bitch. Mike was sweating. He didn’t know what time it was. He was just a man fucking a boy. He pulled out, turned the kid on his back on the washing machine, looked in his beautiful brown eyes, pulled his legs back and impaled him on his cock. He leaned over him and kissed him, a lover’s kiss as he started the age-old movement. He resumed his relentless fucking, looking in the kid’s face, caressing his dick and his balls, jacking him, making love to him. Christian could not take it anymore. His head went side to side, he moaned like a female in heat. – Fuck yea, coge me. coge me!! Fuck Oh yeah, fuuuuuuuck His sperm shot all the way to his face. 8 times he shot, his legs kicking, his body shuddering, his eyes revulsed. Mike concerned he might fall off the washer. Mike pummeled him through his orgasm, looking at his face, his mouth open, his eyes now closed. – Take this, little bitch, he heard himself yell. Take it, sexy little fucker, take this cock. He slammed deep inside the kid one more time. He felt his man cum deep inside the star player, again and again, over and over, jet after jet of man cum, never stopping his fucking movement, always looking at the kid’s expression. His cock could not go deeper. The boy was impaled on him. Star player. He owned him. He let the kid catch his breath and then he kissed him. – So much for fixing your limp, baby boy, he could not help thinking.
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