Date: Fri, 23 Oct 2009 01:53:26 +0200
From: auroratopper@gmx.us
Subject: Juan and Matt pt 1

	Five foot two, maybe a buck 10 wet, little Juan sprinted blindly
into my midsection. His maniacal laughing and screaming was directed to his
mother in the distance. His cherubic face was facing her and unaware of my
six foot tall white male frame walking behind him.

	"AYE!" he screamed.

	His adorable head topped with a precision buzzcut slammed right
into my nutsac.

	"AYE!" I screamed louder and higher.

	The nine year old boy remained still for some reason. I
instictively reached down to secure his very young frame to mine. He was
shocked, but relieved; I managed to stop him from kissing asphalt.

	Juan and I didn't say anything for about ten seconds. Maybe longer,
as I couldn't believe the object of my desires was now clasped on to me.
His ruddy hairless brown arms sharply contrasted my pale seasoned flesh.
Those arms wrapped around my legs now. My thick kraut cock hardened a
little bit from the boy's head moving around on it.

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	Our shared bus ride a few minutes ago was not unlike many
boywatching moments I have daily in Chicago.

	My strongest attraction is usually Mexican or Latin American
muchachos from six years up. Indigenous features are so beautiful on a
growing boy.

	Lately I'd noticed a recent immigrant mother and her son getting on
the bus in the early evening; she's a cleaning woman starting her shift and
little Juan is always at her side.

	Tonight they get on and sit down in front of me. He is wearing a
soft blue cotton T shirt and sparkly brightly trimmed white soccer shorts.
A cute pair of Puma racer shoes cover his feet. Smooth brown lean legs with
a wisp of light black hairs and a small outline of his uncut boyhood
wiggling around can be seen upon careful inspection. He looks like a
healthy nine year old Mexican boy. I'm guessing he's only wearing those
shorts, no underwear.

	Juan bounces around the big seat he shares with his mother. He
takes in all the backlit advertising placards, the stop announcements, the
random compilation of people and purposes.

	Then, the most attractive boy on the bus turns his head around and
looks at me.

	Little Juan's eyes focus on me focusing on him. Did he sense he was
being watched? I quickly divert my stare to the cell phone in my hands.
Three seconds pass. Thirty. OK. It's safe now to look back.

	He continues to eye me up and down. However, his face softens and
he gets a big smile showing off his full lips and bright white teeth. I
return the smile and wink. Hopefully the mother won't notice her young son
flirting with a 30-something man.

	Juan, the young Mexican boy, continued to catch my eye even after
he and his mom departed the 81 bus one stop earlier on this breezy and
balmy (for the Windy City, that is) early summer night.

	I exited the bus one stop after them, surprised at the coincidence
of our destinations. I hit the sidewalk and returned my cell phone into my
bag and replaced it with a Camel Light. A quick flick of the Bic and it was
lit. Not twenty seconds later Juan introduced himself.

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	"Sorry meester!" he proclaimed. Again, his head was still pressed
against my babymakers.

	Coming back to reality, I responded, "It's OK mijo".

	He smiled and gripped me tight upon hearing that. His fast
approaching parent snapped us out of the accidental moment.

	"Juan!!!" Mom yelled as she carefully walked closer. "You're doing
it again! You know you're not supposed to touch strange men like that!
Remember what happened with Senor Raul?"

	Wow. What DID happen with Juan and Raul?

	His little brown head reared up at me, then her. "Mami it's OK!
This is Matt from church!"

	I'd recently joined a local Catholic parish in the hopes of meeting
a young boy I could spoil. What better chance to find a healthy young
Latino boy or two than at the local Mass? And lucky for me, there was a
Spanish five p.m. service offered so I could enjoy my Saturday nights AND
my Sunday afternoons.

	"Aye mijo." She sighed. "I couldn't tell from the distance." "Hi
Matt." she offered her hand for a semi-casual handshake.

	"Hello Ms. Acevedo".

	"My apologies for Juanito. We getting ready to go home and he ran
off for some reason".

	"It's OK." I replied. "Juan's a good boy, he is always good in Mass
from what I see."

	Juan's mother smiled at me and nervously extracted her son from my
leg. "Well, thank you again Mr. Matt. We have to get to the doctor's
office. I have an appointment today."

	She rubbed her protruding belly. "Juan's little brother is ready to
come out already!"

	Even if her new son was half as handsome as Juan...that's still
some good breeding. I pictured her svelte handsome husband pushing his
puslating brown and purple verga deep inside her open lips and feeding her
gaping rose hole some spicy white seed.

	Very rarely, like on Christmas or Easter, the parish gays and
married women would get the treat of watching the strapping Mr. Acevedo
enter the pew, stare off into space, and drift off unaware of his admirers
drooling over him.

	"Well Ms. Alvarez, hope your visit goes well. I'll see you on
Sunday, I guess."

	She winked and nodded, pulling Juan further and further into the
horizon. He was still bouncing around in his little sneakers. He wiggled
his butt and smiled at me. He tugged a little bit on his shorts to reveal a
smooth crevice which led to I'm sure an unbelievable little brown hole. If
there is a God, He'd let me lick my tongue up and down that path all night.

	But for now, I'll take Juan's quick peepshow.

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