Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2018 01:07:41 -0400
From: yngalex008@aol.com
Subject: The Wind - 2

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The team trained three times a week and played once or twice most
weekends. There were plenty of opportunities for Mike to chat with Jim. The
more they talked, the more Mike liked Jim. Mike was not sure how much of
this was the ambiguous relationship, at least in his eyes, that Jim had
with Christian. The idea of it all was turning Mike on, in some strange
fashion. The way he looked at Christian, and also maybe at Beto, was slowly
changing. Christian was no longer only Elian's teammate.  He was not the
little boy he had been till now. Well, he was still a 13 year-old boy, but
there was a forbidden attractiveness now, that was new. He wondered if
other parents might have felt it as well, watching the athletic midfielder
run around, with grace and a youthful strength as well. Jim sure talked
about him a lot, though he also talked about Elian and Kevin, commenting
his moves from the sidelines.


Mike had been distracted in his family and work life by Jim's behavior
towards Christian. An idea was starting to take shape in his mind. What if
he helped Jim get what he seemed to want? He was pretty much in charge of
the boy when Beto or his parents were not around. He picked him up and
dropped him off. He fed him at times. The idea to let Jim have his way with
Christian was more exciting to him than he was willing to admit. He was
stil wondering what Jim would do with the kid. Maybe he could actually ask
Jim about it. That was a risk though, and Mike had too much to lose. No, he
could help Jim, but Jim would not know. Then if something bad happened,
well, he could deny. If something good happened, then he could step into
the light and better things could happen...


That Sunday, the boys played one of the better teams in their division. He
drove Christian, as usual.  There were a few girls at the field, who, it
turned out were from the same school as Elian and Christian.  They cheered
for them. He could not remember girls coming to support the boys before
that day. Yes, he thought, middle school... How much did he wish he could
be 13 again. The girls talked and laughed like girls their age do. Mike
could tell they were looking at the boys with a certain intensity. Mike
wondered what they were thinking. Friendship, love or maybe even sex? Did
any of them go out with Christian? Would any of them? He smiled. This might
be tough competition for Jim.

After the game, Mike told Jim he had to get back home quickly and asked him
if he would not mind giving a ride home to Christian. That was not true,
but this was his first effort to help Jim.  Jim was a little too eager to
accept, he could not help thinking. No real surprise there. Not being able
to drive the kid home saddened Mike, but it also excited him very much that
he would be with Jim for thext 20 minutes or so. He hoped that this was not
too apparent to the parents and to the players.i Talking of being apparent,
Jim's gaze was fixed on the grey elastic band of Chrstian's Adidas boxer
briefs that was visible above the waist of his blue shorts. Mike was afraid
someone else would notice, but no-one seemmed to pay attention. He saw
Christian get in the back of the car, Kevin sitting shotgun. Christian i
smiled at him. He smiled back. he walked up to the back window and
congratulated him on his play: one goal and one assist. Yes, he had gotten
a yellow card as well, but the kid was just as good as Beto. he was surei
he would make the State team in the spring. He looked into the boy's
beautiful dark eyes, and tousled his hair.


In the car, he asked Elian about the girls. Elian said they were just
friends though one of then liked Christian: a 'rich white girl', in Elian's
words. Funny the way kids talk nowadays, Mike reflected. Well, the rich
white girl has good taste, he thought to himself. He pictured the two
teenagers making out. He saw her hand in his hair, on his washboard
stomach...


That night Mike had a strange dream. Christian was playing. Jim and the
girls were there. It was a day game, not hot, but the ideal temperature for
soccer. The game itself was very competitive. Christian had his blue Nike
uniform on, his Adidas boxerbriefs. It was very windy, and the wind was
blowing the boy's uniform back against his body. In particular, the boy's
shorts molded his bulge in the most erotic way, if one paid attention.  In
his dream Mike was paying attention. The wind was blowing in stronger and
stonger gusts, each time pressing on Christian. Mike looked at the boy's
face and he could see he was biting his lower lip, even moving his narrow
hips into the wind. He saw him closing his eyes, half opening his mouth. He
tilted his head back. All went black.