Date: Fri, 23 Oct 2020 19:46:15 +0000 (UTC) From: Alejandro Ramirez Subject: The Wind-10 If you want to see g-rated pictures of the main characters, please send an email to yngalex008@aol.com. Comments, positive or negative are always welcome. They often play a significant part in keeping me writing. This is a fictional story. Please help Nifty financially. The boy was tight, tighter than Jim had thought, but it felt so good pushing against his pussy, looking down at the two globes that hid his finger. Naked globes, naked bubble that prolonged the hollow of his back. Mike was pushing Beto backwards to help impale him on Jim's finger. Mike formed the words on his lips without saying them, not wanting the boy to know what he was thinking: - "Fuck him, fuck him, ..." Just as he was obscenely rubbing the beautiful tube of flesh concealed in the boy's shorts. Jim was not asking for anything more. And he didn't care about Beto's trying to pull away. Excited by Mike's words, he pushed harder inside the boy. With Mike's help pushing Beto back, he was making progress to the point that his finger slipped all in, probably helped by the sweat from Beto's training. He could not go deeper. As he was looking to the field over the boy's shoulder he saw Christian and his friends training. They didn't know or suspect that he was penetrating the sexy boy. It turned him on to think that nobody besides the 3 of them knew what was happening, none of the parents in the cars, no one. They could not even see them now. He withdrew his finger and pushed it back in, slowly, all the way. With his other hand he reached around and grabbed the boy's balls. They were full, compressed by the spandex, nice and large as his younger brother's. He could feel part of his penis as well, though Mike was caressing it expertly and slowly, like if he was playing an instrument. Beto was breathing heavily now, even hissing at times, groaning when Jim bottomed out, deep inside him. This felt like a dream to him, something that was not quite real, a fantasy perhaps. The wind was starting to blow again and playing with Christian's shorts out on the field, maybe giving some ideas to the girls who shared the field with his team. It blew in Jim's face: no, it was not a dream; it was all real. Jim was as hard as he had ever been. For a moment he thought about it. Should he do it? Fuck, he wanted to. He was already inside Beto. His other hand was on the boy. He could fuck him right here. Nobody would know. Mike would probably cheer him on. He could feel the boy's lean muscles struggling to keep him standing. He started to pull the boy's shorts down completely, but that is when Christian's practice stopped. He cursed at himself, he was hard as fuck, he was all over the teen still. Mike let the boy go and Jim did the same. Beto pulled his shorts up, flustered, just as hard as the men. They walked towards the parking lot, as the players did the same. Jim took Mike aside and asked him to take Christian home. Mike was surprised but thought he understood when he saw Jim talking to Beto. He wanted to finish the job. Have the kid. He wanted him to ride home with him, and let his regular ride know he would not need it. Beto seemed to hesitate and walked away. Maybe he did not know Jim well enough, Mike thought to himself. Maybe he was afraid. Mike admired his body as he was going away. Well, at least he will give a ride to Christian, he thought. That was very nice. He waited for the boy to be ready, observing him as he was putting his 3/4 sweatpants back on. He could not help noticing the alluring folds of the fabric on the boy's crotch. Man, the kid was hot. These big brown eyes, the curls of his hair, his sensual lips, his build at the same time boyish and athletic. His youth made him even more desirable than his brother, he had to admit. He thought back on Beto's sex in his hands a few minutes earlier. A little bit longer and they would have made him cum. He had wished that Jim would have taken him right then. From behind. That would have been so hot. Beto has it coming, he thought, and so does Christian. He had noticed some of the adults around the team, parents actually, looking at him like he was not a little boy anymore. Difficult to tell what they were thinking. How far they would go with him, or if they even would make a move. These feelings must stay in the domain of fantasy, but some people have a harder time than others to keep it that way. This was a little too much for him if he wanted to hide his aroused state. He walked ahead to the car. He heard the unmistakable noise of Jim's Carrera, as he drove up to him. Jim winked at him. Mike's cock twitched. On the passenger seat was Beto, eyes closed. Jim's hand was on his bulge, still over the shorts.