Date: Tue, 3 Nov 2020 00:15:35 +0000 (UTC) From: Alejandro Ramirez Subject: the wind-13 If you want to see g-rated pictures of the main characters, please send an email to yngalex008@aol.com. Comments, positive or negative are always welcome. This is a fictional story. Christian usually went running with Beto everyday except on game days. They sometimes went to the middle school tracks nearby and sometimes they preferred the local park. The tryouts for the State team were coming up and both had a good shot at making it. Evidently, fitness was paramount. Today they had planned their run for 7am, before school. Beto did not want to go today. He was fucking lazy, Christian thought. He did not know what had happened the evening before between Beto and Jim. Beto had enjoyed it a lot, even letting Jim kiss him after they fucked and again in the car when Jim dropped him off. He was tired and a little sore: not ready to run today. Christian texted Elian to come run with him. No answer. He thought about it as he ate a couple of energy bars and drank some freshly squeezed orange juice. He decided to go on his own. He had gone running alone before a few times, when Beto was away or was just lazy like today. Beto could do what he wanted to do. He had to get ready for State. Mike noticed the text message on Elian's phone. The boys were getting to be real friends. He read it quickly. Beto was not going to run this morning. Interesting, he thought. He looked again at the message Jim sent him late the night before: a picture of Beto's compression shorts on the ground with the words: `Thx for the assist.' Mike smiled again as his cock stirred in his sweats. Damn, Jim had taken the boy's ass, he thought. He had texted back `1-0' with a picture of Christian in his blue uniform, taken from the front. The wind was strong that day and the boy's uniform was hugging his body in general and his curves in particular quite suggestively. Mike leaned against the kitchen counter, hiding his erection, now very visible. Elian was still in bed. Mike had the day off today. Mmmmm, he thought, what if....? Beto had told him where they went to run. He put on his Nike Zoom Vaporfly. Sure way to impress Christian, he thought. He told Brenda he was going to run and then have coffee in town. He borrowed her white Escalade. He always had fun driving the SUV. Not Jim's Porsche for sure, but a fun car nevertheless. He stopped at the park first. He spotted a few runners, but not Christian. He waited a few minutes and then drove to the tracks. He saw the boy from pretty far away, running gracefully on the inside track. Fuck, he thought, he is wearing his uniform. Christian was attractive regardless of the clothes he wore, but there was an additional element of sexiness to him when he wore his game uniform. Maybe it was just him, the man thought, but the tights under the shorts, the shorts themselves, the long socks and the jersey hugging his flat chest and stomach always seemed to distract him. He had actually lost his train of thoughts a few times while watching a game and talking to other parents on the sideline. To be fair, there was one mother who had done the same while talking to him. He had noticed her eyes on Christian. What do women look at when they check a boy out? The face? The shorts? He had not asked her. He did have his own opinion, however. Not that he would have blamed her. He thought back about George at the gas station the night before. George had looked at Christian's face, but he had noticed him lingering on his mid-section. Front and back. The more he thought about him, the more he was convinced that George was perving on the boy. He wondered what his wife would think about it, if she knew. He started warming up, waving at the boy. Christian waved back and smiled at him, without stopping to greet him. He glanced at the man's Nikes. Mike smiled. He was sure he had gone up a couple notches in the boy's world view. What a great smile the kid had, he thought. He admired him running around the tracks. He was so much more graceful than the other runners. He was pretty fast too. His lean muscles showed under the tights. His bulge... He texted Jim: - Did u bl C? No reply. He was about to hit the tracks when his phone buzzed. - Yea. Sweet. - He was cool? - Yes. Go for it. - U sure? - 1 -- 1. Mike's cock twitched.