Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2011 13:21:35 -0500 (EST) From: Jorge Alvarez Subject: Tournament-8 Mo relaxed at the bar and had a couple margaritas. The boys came back fairly quickly. They sat down on couches across the hall from him. They were horsing around, laughing and joking like boys who enjoy their time together. That is what most people would have seen watching them, but Mo was not most people. He could not help examining their bodies very closely under their summer clothes. He listened to their melodic voices, wondering how they would sound with a cock up their tight asses. How they would moan with Mo's perverse tongue around their dicks. He loved the curves of their bodies, the folds of their shorts, the young, tanned, sexy quads disappearing under them. Miguel was the cutest and the sexiest, no doubt. His tight blue shirt, his sexy cargos, and his low-cut white socks made him a young girl's dream. And maybe a not-so-young one's as well, if Mo judged by the way a few mothers seemed to look at him. He could tell the boy had recognized him. For Mo, Miguel was an open book, so easy to read. Mo enjoyed making him uncomfortable by looking at his crotch without hiding. Anybody paying attention could have noticed. The boy knew it, and Mo knew the boy knew. Mo could have played that game all day, and that was not because of the beer or because of the margaritas, but the boys all got up and walked up to hotel arcade. Mo observed them from afar. Miguel was playing some kind of a video pinball game, Mo thought. What got Mo's attention is that, in his playing the game, he made suggestive, humping movements, just as if it had been an old pinball, like Mo played when he was his age. Mo knew that Miguel had no idea how suggestive his playing was, and somehow that made it even more exciting for him. When the boy was done, Mo saw that he furtively looked over at him, before moving on to the next game. Mo was now looking at his bubble under the cargos, now that the kid was facing away from him. Fuck that looked nice and comfy. Mo had to put a move on him. He just had to. The man walked over to the arcade. It was really out of the way of the main lobby. There were just Miguel and his friends there, and all seemed pretty busy. Mo played the pinball game. He also found an old beat-up Pacman. He figured he was Pacman and the boys were the dots. He waited till Miguel was alone, and he moved over to his game. He stood by the side, silently observing the teen. Mo surveyed the surroundings. When satisfied he moved closer to the boy, and, without a word, he pressed his palm in the boy's crotch. He felt the lump under the shorts, but the boy drew back without stopping to play. "Come on, baby" Mo whispered as he followed the boy's movement "Come on, hot boy..." He quickly located the head, and rubbed it lewdly. He felt the boy give in to his caress. "Yes, baby boy, yes..." He felt the boy's balls. Very nice. He wanted to empty those now. He followed the hardening length to the left side of the boy's shorts. He could even feel some coins in the boy's pocket. Now he had him all in his hand, like in the plane. Fucking nice, he thought as he reached between the boy's legs to his perineum and back up to his belt. The boy was looking down, eyes closed, not playing anymore. "You know the washing machine, by your room?" Mo asked, while feeling the seam of the shorts between Miguel's balls. The boy nodded. He squeezed the dick head. The boy was his bitch. The beautiful young boy, the soccer player, the boy that that girl at the field was hitting on, was his bitch. He had him in his hand, right now. Where was she, the little whore? He started groping him more forcefully, pumping him, fucking him with his hand. He heard his low moans. He wanted this dick. Oh yes, he wanted it. He squeezed it harder. "Meet me there in 10 minutes... I want your cum... All of it." He felt the boy's penis twitch in his hand. Mo reluctantly walked away. "And your ass." He thought.