Date: Tue, 27 Oct 2020 01:12:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Alejandro Ramirez Subject: The Wind 11 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. Christian raced to Mike's car with Elian and sat in the backseat. It had been a while since he rode with them. At least 3 weeks, Mike remembered. The boy was a little bit out of breath, splayed in the back seat, little drops of sweat on his forehead. Mike wished he only wore his soccer uniform, but he had to admit the ¾ sweatpants were not bad looking on him. They were not loose, so they slightly molded the bulge that had first attracted him to the boy. They also molded the lean muscles of his thighs. After what happened between them and Beto, he had to talk to Jim about the younger brother. Jim had shown to be more straightforward in dealing with Beto than he would have thought, or maybe less in control, he was not sure. Whatever it was, very likely he had been as direct with Christian as with his brother. Mike understood Jim. These kids were sexy, too sexy for their age maybe. Too sexy for their own good. He knew Beto was bisexual. He was pretty sure Christian was as well. It would be a shame if he wasn't. He made a mental note to discuss Jim's progress with the boy, if any. Jim was driving rather slowly, his right hand on Beto, feeling him up. He was silently thanking his son Kevin's teachers for giving him too much homework today. This time Beto was all his. He could caress his balls, his penis as well as his quads and his abs as much as he wanted. He did not have to share with Mike. Beto's package filled his hand though it was still constrained by the compression shorts. The boy had his eyes closed, his mouth half-opened. Jim could see his beautiful face from the corner of his eye. The flesh was pushing against the spandex and the spandex was molding it like a glove. His sex was bigger than Christian's but it had the same shape and the same hardness. He knew the Carrera was low on the road, and people may be able to look inside it, but he could not help tracing the boy's curves over and over and with more and more insistence. Man, did he wish his car was automatic. Jim was hard as he had ever been. He wanted to taste the boy, pull his skin back and suck on his head. He wanted to lick his full balls, lick his abs and his thighs, and finally he wanted to open him up and penetrate him as deep as he possibly could. Make him totally his. Take him from behind and then take him missionary, looking in his beautiful dark eyes as he would impale him on his cock. Then he would kiss him to make him completely his. And to finish he would take him in his mouth again and suck his cum out. Mike stopped at a gas station to get drinks for the kids. Elian and Christian had become buddies. Mike was really happy about this because it was good for Christian and the team overall and also because it made more likely the possibility of sleepovers. That was his perv mind talking. The attendant was George, a nice, middle-aged African American man that Mike had known for years. He was friendly with the kids and got them free protein bars. As Mike paid they struck a conversation: - `Who is the Mexican boy? New player?' - `Yes, he just joined, good player and good addition.' - `Man, I want to go watch a game! George smiled, while looking at Christian, when is the next one?' - `Sure, you are always welcome. They play next Sunday at Coronado. 10 am' - `OK, OK, that's what's up', George said, bumping fists with Mike. On the way out, Mike noticed George still looking at Christian. Interesting, he thought. He knew George was bisexual but he did not suspect he had an interest in boys. And maybe he didn't. Maybe it was his imagination. As they left the market, the kids ran to the car. The wind slammed the door back in place. Beto had his back against the wall of the closed down building. The Carrera was parked nearby. His shorts and tights were down at his feet. Jim had swallowed his penis and was wrapping his tongue around it as he rapidly moved up and down its length, making love to it. His right hand was caressing the boy's balls in their sack and his left hand was stroking his abs under his shirt. He did not want to let the boy cum just yet, but he was also hungry for his dick and for his cum. It was very dark around them. Nobody was out because of the windstorm. Fuck the boy tasted good, he thought. He realized he had now sucked the two brothers. The thought made his cock twitch. He checked that the bottles were in his pocket. A strong gust of wind carried some plastic bags and papers off the ground. He reluctantly let the boy's dick go, pulled up his shorts and tights and showed him into the deserted and dark park that bordered the building.