Date: Sat, 25 Dec 2010 18:47:48 -0500 (EST) From: Jorge Alvarez Subject: Tournament-3 Mo loved his wife. They had had sex regularly since they got together, over 20 years ago. He was definitey attracted to other women as well. He traveled around the country for work, and he had picked up his share of attractive women,though he had a weakness for the younger ones, college and even high school age. At the moment, though, his thoughts were far from his feminine conquests. His hand between Miguel's thighs, he was fondling the boy's ballsack, rolling one testicle over the other. He could feel the fabric of his soccer shorts under the black sweats as well as Miguel's boxers. Three thin fabric layers between him and the flesh that did not really prevent his exploring the boy's body. He watched Miguel's closed eyes, his peaceful breathing, and he looked around, somewhat nervously, to make absolutely sure nobody was looking at him. Mo's posiion was awkward. Slowly he withdrew his hand,and he silently turned his body over, so he was now facing away from the closed window and towards the boy. Then slowly, he resumed his exploration, but this time using his right hand, in a much easier position than before. The balls felt so good in his hand. He could now feel the inside of his thighs better. He heard his wife's voice in his head: "Maurice, don't do it. He's just a boy." He hated it when she called him Maurice. "And he's not a boy, he's a teenager who probably gets his dick sucked regularly, and whose big balls fill my hand. He'd probably make you cum. And he is sexy as fuck. So what are you going to say to that, Julie?" Was it because of his anger towards his wife, or was it just pure lust looking at the angelic face of the boy: Mo grabbed Miguel's boyhood in his right hand. For the first time he did feel the boy's half hard penis. Thick, he thought, yes he would make you cum, bitch. Thick for his age. He felt the length of the tube with his thumb. He could see it now through the sweats. Fucking nice. I bet some girl likes to suck on it after your games. No wonder young teenaged girls liked to give head. Anybody would enjoy sucking on this... you too, bitch. He realized he had in his hand the sexy soccer boy he was eyeing two hours ago running around the terminal in his sweats, with such an atractive bulge, and an ass to kill for. He was now busy rubbing the little fucker's dick and balls as he was asleep. This thought alone almost made him cum. Miguel's dick was hardening to full length in his grip. Mo was wondering what to do next: stopping or making the boy cum. The voice of reason was telling him that he was crazy, that he had to stop right away. But it's the sight of the boy's fully hard penis pushing against the fabric of his sweats that won him over. It was a magnificent sign of boyhood on an angel's body. He just could not resist. He continued his rubbing, focusing on the boy's dick head. Fuck yea, soccer boy, cum for me, give it to me, he thought. The boy seemed to bite his lips and he opened his legs slowly, giving better access to the man. Not a noise in the cabin besides the noise of the engines, not a movement besides Mo's hand over Miguel. Then from the corner of his eye, Mo saw the boy's eyes open. And then he closed them.