Date: Fri, 18 May 2012 20:02:32 -0400 (EDT) From: Jorge Alvarez Subject: nicolas-1 Alex had known Brian for a good ten years. He had met his family at a firm picnic the Summer before: Angie, Brian's wife, Kelly, their now 16 year-old daughter and Nicolas, their son who was just turning 14. He remembered looking at Kelly that day, thinking how pretty she was, and also thinking some other things about her that he wisely decided not to share with her parents. Brian had invited him over to watch a basketball game and to BBQ as both Angie and Kelly were out of town for the week-end. Alex did not have anything planned, and Brian was a very good man. He had not made partner yet, but was on his way. His parents were immigrants from Mexico, and so were Angie's. Both of them had worked hard to attend law school. They had made it big. Angie was still working free-lance so she could make time for her family. As the kids were now older, she was thinking of doing more on the work front. As the two men were joking and drinking beer, Nick came back from his baseball game wearing his uniform. Alex loved kids in sports uniforms to start with but his heart skipped a beat as he gazed at the boy: black hair falling over his eyes, nice full lips, pretty oval face, a boyish yet athletic body, and to top it off, very promising curves. What a stunner, he thought to himself. I'd get me some of that. "Hey, Alex. I love your car. My dad should also get an M3", the kid said, looking at Brian, and smiling. Alex's gaze drifted to the boy's tight bulge in his baseball pants. Fuck, the man thought, he's not wearing a cup. "Yes, Brian, I'll sell you mine and I'll buy the new one. No problem, man." He managed, as he wondered if Nick had ever gotten a blowjob. Eighth graders do get head these days, he thought. Some even get it from their teachers. If he hadn't, he surely would get one soon, running around in those pants. Damn, I wish I was an eighth grade female teacher, or a pretty eighth grade girl, he couldn't help thinking. I'd transfer to his junior high. Nick watched the game with them for a little while. As Brian was in the kitchen, he picked up Alex's beer. He winked at Alex, and drank from it. Alex smiled, which he should not have done, obviously, but he was in hunting mode now, and he was playing a few moves ahead of the boy and of his dad. The kid finished the beer in front of Alex. Alex smiled again, which meant: hey kid, I'm on your side. I'm your buddy. I won't tell your dad. The game was pretty entertaining. Nick was very talkative. Alex could tell he was not used to drinking. He was hoping Brian would not notice. The next time Brian left, he hesitated, but he just handed his beer to Nick and watched him drink it away. Nick excused himself to go take a shower, which was probably better because his dad would surely have noticed that he had a buzz this time, or maybe he wouldn't have because he seemed to really get interested in the last few minutes of the game on TV. He didn't seem to notice either when Nick passed barefoot through the living room only wearing blue soccer shorts, and oh so fucking sexy. The shorts nicely hinted at his teenage package and at the curves of his beautiful ass. Not a hair anywhere on his legs or on his chest. He still had some drops of water on his skin. His hair was wet and uncombed. Alex winked. The kid winked back and smiled. What a sexy little fuck, Alex thought as he looked at the boy's luscious bubble butt disappearing down the corridor. The game quickly finished. Brian's alma mater won, which made him really happy. Overly happy, Brian thought. Especially for someone who could not play basketball to save his life. However, Brian was quite disappointed when he realized that they were out of beer. Alex had had one six-pack, and Nick was likely passed out in his room after drinking almost two. That meant that Brian had drank ten beers at least. Brian thought about it and decided to run to the store get a few more six-packs. Alex would have offered to go with him, but he knew an opening when he saw one, and he just kept quiet. Brian left walking. Alex made sure that he did not drive. Friends do not let friends go too fast to the store and back when they are left alone with their 14 year-old son, do they?