Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2012 02:11:33 -0500 (EST)
From: Jorge Alvarez <ckjhs1@aim.com>
Subject: Tournament 11

Mo pushed Miguel against the wall. He stopped kissing him,
but the boy's pretty lips stayed half-opened and his eyes closed
as Mo was stroking his boyhood with all his know-how. He focused
on the teen's balls, also stroking his inner thighs, feeling
his wonderfully smooth skin both hbelow and under the shorts.
Mo was playing back in his mind sequences of the game he just
watched, especially those where Miguel's curves were made visible.
The same curves he was now following with his fingers. The curves
that made him a boy.

He was a handful, Mo thought, and would certainly satisfy any
woman. He wondered if the girl had touched him there like he
was now. If she had made him cum. If she had tasted him maybe.
Mo was hard now, very hard, feeling the boy breathe against him,
feeling his warmth and the firmness of his muscles. This is why
he preferred men over women. Men's bodies, and especially boy's
bodies are firm. His other hand found Miguel's soft abs. He caressed
them as he licked the boy's lips before kissing him again. His
right hand slid inside the red boxers Miguel wore under his shorts.
He felt the tiny bush, and closed his hand around the tube of flesh.
He fisted it slowly, thumbing the head at the same time. His other
hand moved to the backside of the boy.

"What an ass", he thought. Beautiful firm bubble. How many men
had looked at it, especially when the boy wore his soccer shorts,
and thought about banging the boy? He felt the twin melons, the
firmness, the curves. He followed the crevice down between Miguel's
thighs and felt for the boy's pussy. He felt Miguel try to move
away from the intruding fingers, but Mo held him in place and
forcefully continued his exploration, helped by the baggy shorts
and boxers. He pushed his crotch into Miguel's thigh so the boy
could feel his manhood.

'This is not about you, sexy little fucker, it's about me", he
thought. "I'm going to fuck your middle school ass."

He humped the boy's thigh harder. With his right hand still inside
the front of the boys' shorts, he licked his left index finger,
and he slid his left hand inside the back of the shorts, felt
for the pussy, circled it a bit, and pushed his finger in it.
The boy yelled in pain, but Mo did not relent, and while squeezing
the boy's penis, he forced the rear entry of the boy. Miguel
again tried to move away, but the man did not let him go. The
boy was yelling, but nobody could hear him. Mo pulled the blue
shorts and the boxers down, turned the boy face against the wall,
and continued his assault till his finger was all inside. Miguel was
crying, but it actually made Mo hornyer. Mo searched for the boy's
prostate. He found the little nut and stroke it slowly. The boy yelped
in surprise, then Mo took his finger all the way out and stuck it
back inside the boy. Just seeing the finger penetrating the kid's ass
was almost enough to make Mo cum. Such a beautiful ass. He reached
around the boy and grabbed his dick. It was hard. Mo stroke it and in
the same rythm, he finger fucked the boy forcefully, rubbing his
prostate once in a while, causing the middle schooler to shudder each
time. He leaned forward and licked the boy's lips, seeing the tears
on his cheecks. He pushed his finger all the way in and rubbed the pleasure
gland. Miguel opened his mouth and Mo kissed him. It was not a kiss of
love. It was a kiss of domination. It was a kiss of belonging. It was
a kiss that was telling the boy:

"Your mouth, your dick, your balls, your soccer player ass belong to
me. I'm going to fuck you."