Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2011 14:16:49 -0500 (EST) From: Jorge Alvarez Subject: Tournament-10 Miguel was a pretty good kisser, Mo thought. He had kissed him and petted him to a second orgasm, feeling on most of his body at the same time. His ass was firm, lean and toned like a true soccer ass. The boy had cum in his cargos, moaning in Mo's mouth. It seemed to have been a dry cum but his body had really quaked for a few seconds under Mo's relentless hand. He went down to the bar and had another Margarita, thinking about ways to have his way with the teen. There was no way he could take him home. No way. So they needed a room. His Mom's room? It seemed rather difficult. Should Mo book a room? What about the credit card bill? What if he paid cash? Booking a room in another hotel? Yes, and go in with a 13 year old... Maybe at the field. He still had some keys, if they had not been changed since his coaching days. He could get with Miguel between two games. Maybe in the showers at the other end of the park. The baseball fields there did not seem to be used. Nobody should be close to them. Not a bad idea, he thought. He picked up his keys, and walked out of the hotel, satisfied. The next morning, he watched Miguel play his game at 9am. No tights today, but still the sexy blue shorts. Looked like he had boxers underneath. The girl was still there, watching him as well. She was all over him at halftime, and even earned remarks from the coaches, so she went and watched from afar. He had made eye contact with the boy early on. No smile, but he detected more bulging in his shorts. He wondered if the girl had noticed. Miguel went with the girl at the end of the game, though he looked at Mo a few times too. She had her hand on his waist, and that made Mo both jealous and turned on. Her father called her and she hugged Miguel before she reluctantly left with him. No mother in sight as far as Mo could tell. This was his chance. He looked at Miguel, his legs, his bubble. Fuck yea. He walked over to him. Miguel was busy looking at soccer shoes on display. "These match your shorts." He told the boy, who looked up, surprised. "Same blue. I like it." He added. Then, softly and looking into the boy's dark eyes: "You want a blow?" Mo smiled and left. He walked towards the other side of the park. He had checked that his key worked after leaving the hotel the night before. He hoped the boy would follow him. The way he had made him cum the day before, he thought Miguel would. He looked back at him, and licked his lips. Just to be clear, he looked at the boy's crotch quite obviously. Yes, he was going to suck it. Oh yes, he would. The boy seemed to hesitate. But then he picked up his Nike bag. 'Yes!!" Mo thought. "Fuck Yes." He felt the lube in his right pocket. He was going to get himself some boy ass. He took his time, checking the surroundings, hearing the teen's steps behind him. Nobody around at all. The noise of the soccer games in the distance. He got in the building, pushing the door he had left open the night before. Very clean. Spartan, but clean. He heard the boy get in. He went back and locked the door behind him. He took his pretty face in his hands, looked in his beautiful eyes and kissed him. This time he opened up right away. Mo closed his hand over the velvety bulge. "Fuck that girl." He thought.