Date: Tue, 6 Oct 2020 00:31:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Alejandro Ramirez Subject: The Wind-7 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. This is a fictional story. Mike tasted the athletic boy and his sperm. Beto's dick was still twitching from his orgasm. Mike kept him in his mouth, pushing his pelvis forward, feeling his perfect cheeks in his hands. It was thrilling to suck the boy at the field, really. He was gentle in his sucking, knowing that the penis would be very sensitive. The boy was staying stiff, and Mike enjoyed the stiffness, and the idea to have this beautiful kid in his mouth. He wanted to have him ever since he knew him. There was always something sensual about him, maybe even sexual: in the way he moved, in his athleticism and in his boyishness. In his voice even, certainly in his eyes. He wondered if he was the only one who had sucked him. Given Beto's appeal, he thought he very likely was not. He was sure girls had sucked him, but he did not know if guys had. Based on the boy's reactions earlier, he was pretty sure his was the first tongue who had penetrated him, though. He had not thought he could go so deep between the boy's cheeks, inside his tight pussy. This is what sucking a boy really meant. Mike was in perfect harmony with the act, with the universe as his lips slid on the beautiful penis. HE was living the very moment with his mouth, his tongue and yea, his mind. "Chupa, chupa", the boy was whispering sexily, over the faraway noise of the cars passing by the field. Mike knew he had him, and to prove his point, he slid a finger inside the sexed-up boy and slowly finger-fucked him, while still sucking his beautifully shaped penis. He heard the boy hiss each time the finger was making its way inside. He felt the penis hardening as well. Man, he was gonna get another load out of Beto, drain his big balls again and he knew this load would be bigger than the first one. Beto put his hands on the man's shoulders in front of him, to keep his balance under the double assault he was sustaining. That is when Mike added a second finger. The boy was tight, very tight. He was somewhere between pain and pleasure. Mike was going to get two fingers in. Both knew it. He rolled his tongue around the boy's head, tasting his young cum. When he felt Beto flinch, he pushed his second finger in with more force, penetrating the teen. Beto growled sexily, like a boy who gets his ass open for the first time. The man was inside with 2 fingers. He went as deep as he could, neglecting the pain he inflicted on Beto, raving in the pleasure of finger fucking the pretty boy. His fingers were going in and out of the boy, finding a slow rhythm, separating the boys' cheeks, looking for the prize that would finally make the boys his. He thought about fucking Beto right there or maybe against the nearby building, in the dark. As much as he wanted to take him on the spot, he realized this was not prudent and besides, his cock was maybe too much for Beto at this point. He needed more time to get him ready. He enjoyed sucking the boy's thick penis and tonguing his balls as much as he enjoyed fingering his teen ass. How long had it been since he had wanted him first? He could hardly remember. The first time he fantasized about him, Beto was wearing white shorts and a red shirt. Yes, he thought, and he also had really short hair. The same smile, the same beautiful eyes, just like Christian. The same toned, lean body. Beto's smile was now gone and his eyes had closed, as Mike's fingers were reaching deeper inside him. Suddenly he felt almost violent electrical sparks deep inside himself. He saw stars. He raised his head. His mouth opened but he could not emit any sound. The fingers retreated then fucked him again. Beto felt his knees wobble even more. He again steadied himself on Mike's shoulders. At the third touch of Mike's fingers he shouted in pleasure and he felt jet after jet of his warm sperm streaming out of his dick and into Mike's mouth. Mike was finger-fucking him harder and harder, crushing the boy's G-spot and emptying his teen balls. He loved the taste of the boy. He was gulping his cum like there was no tomorrow. As the boy stopped shooting, Mike's fingers were deep inside him, as deep as he could push them. Beto did not open his eyes. He slowly fell to his knees. Mike's fingers slipped out of him. Their faces were now at the same level. Mike leaned towards the teen and licked his sexy lips as his hand brushed his new lover's angelic face.