Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2010 03:36:44 -0500 (EST) From: Jorge Alvarez Subject: Tournament-1 The flight would take 6 hours to get to New York. Miguel was not really happy about that, but he figured he would be able to rest and get ready for the grueling soccer tournament his team was going to plsy in. 5 games in 6 days, in the New Jersey summer heat would drain his energy quite a bit. He was hoping that the window seat by his own would remain free, so he could use it to lie down and sleep better. His mother was seating by the aisle and he was sure she would let him rest against her. He took his sandals off and put his plan to execution. Mo was looking around. Lots of eye candy today on the flight, he thought to himself. Looked like a soccer team, probably 13 year olds, he estimated. There were maybe 20 players, coaches and some families, too. He was himself married, but he always loved boys. He wondered if other passengers appreciated the grace and the beauty of these boys. Clad in their black sweat pants and red tops, their athletic bodies were all he could look at. He listened to their melodic voices, to what they were talking about. He looked at the curves he could notice in their sweats. One of them was particularly stunning: a Mexican kid as far as he could tell. Wow, he thought, I wonder if he has a girlfriend. If he does, she is a very lucky girl.: dark hair, golden skin, beautiful lips, brown eyes, long eyelashes. A very sexy nose, he thought. What attracted him to the boy at first was the bulge in his sweats. This kid is hung, he thought. Lucky girl! Like many boys, this one was sagging, and Mo loved it. He could see the top of the blue silky soccer shorts under the boy's sweats, and the sweats also displayed the bubble of his soccer butt. Mo thought about what it would be like to fuck him; peel off his clothes suck him and fuck him. He thought doggie would be best, hard and fast. Fuck his brains out. For now, Mo could only look and dream. Miguel was a little bit anxious when the plane took off. His older brother had told him that planes that crash usually do at takeoff or at landing time. This time it didn't happen, though, and Miguel relaxed in his seat. A few minutes later, as the seat belt sign had been turned off, a man of about 40, overweight, probably a businessman thought Miguel, asked his Mom if he could take the window seat by Miguel. Miguel's mom agreed to Miguel's dismay and the man took the seat. Why did he have to sit by him? There were many seats available in the plane. The man told him he liked to take seats in the last row of the plane; he felt safer there, he said. Miguel smiled politely and sat back. Mo was in heaven, sitting by the beauty he was looking at a few minutes earlier, even talking to him. His Mom was cute too, he thought; pretty sexy, actually in her designer jeans and shirt. But he was really looking at Miguel, listening to him. He was able to perceive his scent. This was a clean boy. He probably took a shower before boarding. Miguel got up to look for his ipod in the overhead luggage bin. Mo looked at his sagging sweats over his bulge, and at the golden skin of his abs as he stretched to reach into the bin. Fucking nice, he thought, looking at the drawstring of the boy's shorts resting on the top of the sexy bulge. Miguel's mom was fast asleep while he was listening to his ipod. Lil Wayne's Lollipop, Mo could tell. He smiled: it was a good song for his present situation. He would happily indulge in a lollipop, he thought. He looked at Miguel's sweats again. "Damn nice," he thought.