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Subject: The Wind-9 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. Beto was laughing, quick to point the flaws with his brother’s team. Brothers will be brothers. He had become more friendly, more open. Mike had been concerned about what his attitude would be after he had almost fucked him that evening at the field. Would he be more distant? It was a real possibility, perhaps made more likely by his natural shyness. Mike was glad that did not seem to happen. Life was complicated enough, wasn’t it? Black compression shorts made him even more sexy, Mike thought, especially when one knew what they molded. `Christian is not playing well, Mike said, so the team is not playing well either. Just don’t tell him I said that, he laughed.’ `I don’t think he has an ego problem’, Jim added, sneaking a peek at Beto. Mike noticed right away. Jim seemed especially interested in Beto’s beautiful face and in his toned legs. aydın escort The boy didn’t notice, ocused on the game as he was. Mike winked at Jim, smiling knowingly. He could not help thinking back about that evening: his tongue wrapping around the boy’s penis before penetrating him deeply, doing things to him that he knew nobody had ever done…. It had happened just a few hundred feet from where they stood. He glanced at Beto’s body. This time Jim caught him, he noticed amusingly. Beto mentioned he was thirsty from his own practice and walked over to the nearby vending machine. They were pretty much alone. Most parents were in their cars because of the wind. It was near the end of training. It was getting dark around them. Mike leaned towards Jim and whispered: `Act like you are looking at the field and stay put, don’t react.’ Jim was surprised at first. Could have Mike been flirting with Beto like he had been flirting with Christian? He felt a stir in his loins. When the boy came back with a blue Gatorade, Mike aydınlıkevler escort moved a little bit so he stood between the two men. He looked around to make sure they were not visible from the parking lot. Reassured, he winked at Jim and slowly brought his hand to the outside of Beto’s shorts. The boy looked at him. He did not move. Mike signaled him to look back at the field, as his finger was tracing the seam of his shorts. Beto’s thigh was firm and lean under the double layer of his red shorts and of his compression shorts, so sexy, so appealing. The boy looked furtively at him, nodding towards Jim. Mike leaned towards him and whispered something in his ear. As he was closer to the teen his hand slid under the red shorts and grabbed the front of his right thigh. Mike thought how sexy spandex could feel and look, so smooth and tightly hugging the boy’s muscles. Jim was intensely watching Mike’s hand’s progress, breathing quickly, as Beto was looking straight ahead at the field. The boy ayrancı escort bit his lower lip as Mike reached for his bulge and caressed it lavisciously. Mike could swear he heard Jim moan. He loved Beto’s dick ever since he had first seen the kid’s bulge a few months ago. It was perfect, straight, thick for his age, a long voluptuous tube. He had it under his fingers, semi-hard already, starting to push against the spandex. He often thought the best part of a boy was his balls. He caressed them with great love and care. Beto was his, he knew it since the other night, but he was his now, under his fingers, breathing now more rapidly, hard as steel. He did not see Jim’s hand before it landed on the boys’ abs, feeling his boyish muscles through his shirt. Beto briefly looked at Jim. Mike caressed his head with the back of his nails, making him moan and distracting him while Jim’s hand moved to Beto’s lower back. He looked at the perfect melons, the perfect soccer ass under the shorts. His hand felt the boy’s bubble butt, the toned buns. Man, he thought, he is a sexy as Christian. As he saw Mike now openly jacking Beto through the spandex, he slid his hand inside the compression shorts, feeling the velvety skin. He reached down between the two globes, and as sexed up as he ever had been. He pushed his finger in.

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