Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2011 18:29:13 -0500 (EST)
From: Jorge Alvarez <ckjhs1@aim.com>
Subject: tournament-7

Miguel laid on the bed, drained. The game and then the
blowjob in the car had taken their toll. He closed his
eyes and dreamed about Kelly's mouth on him. Up and down,
up and down. He saw the man again and felt his dick harden.
Unconsciously, he opened his legs. Do guys really suck
better than girls, he wondered. It seemed to make sense,
but damn, Kelly's blowjob felt so fucking good... He
felt her hands on his thighs again, the warmth of her
mouth. He wondered where the man was. Was he as good
with his mouth as he was with his hand? Was he better than
Kelly? Miguel was now hard as a rock. His sweats were
tenting in a particularly obscene fashion. It was good
his Mom was not here. He turned the TV on.

Mo had another beer. He had a thing for hotels. They meant
relaxation and freedom; people free from the constraints of
everyday life. Today they also meant young athletes roaming
the lobby and amenities. Some of them were not that attractive,
but some were, and from both sexes. He was not one to discriminate.
He looked at a young girl, probably 15 or 16, he could not be sure.
Tight jeans molding her behind and her legs. He wouldn't have minded
having a go at her. He was sure she never had been fucked in the
ass. But then the picture of Miguel's bubble came to his mind, and
he remembered why he had gotten inside in the first place. The
hotel was not that big, and he knew that sooner or later, he would
find him. And then...action! He looked around the lobby and
there was Miguel's mother. He was sure it was her. Sexy woman,
he thought. She was chatting with a few adults, probably parents
of players on Miguel's team, he guessed. He liked her ass too, though
he preferred the girl he saw earlier. But she was doable as well.
Maybe... He saw her move to the elevators. He put his sunglasses
on, and followed her as discreetly as possible. The young girl got
in with them. Nice jeans... He would have loved to feel up that ass,
but he knew better. He made small talk with her. He loved her voice.
He always knew how to talk to teenagers. Miguel's mom walked out
and Mo followed her to her room. It was reasonable to think that
Miguel stayed in the same room. Mo wondered if he should stay or
just go back to the lobby, and maybe have another beer, now that
he knew the room number. He decided to wait a few minutes at the
vending machine on the same floor, in case Miguel would be in the
room and would get out. He got a coke and some chips and leaned
against the wall.

Miguel changed the TV channel and raised his legs to hide his
hard-on when his mother came in. As soon as she laid on the bed
beside him, he got up, went to the bathroom and took a long shower.
When he came out, she was asleep. He put boxers on, and a pair
of cargo shorts. He found a t-shirt and stepped silently out of
the room. He did not notice the man waiting by the vending machine,
though the man did notice him, especially the enticing shape of his
lower back region. He took the stairs down to the lobby. He found
some of his teammates and they all went out.

Mo followed the boy to the lobby, and decided to wait there for his
return. He wished he had been more assertive an stopped him in the
corridor, but he had been surprised and did not react like he should
have. He had another beer thinking of the boy's golden legs.


Miguel quickly raised his knees when his mom got in the room, in
order to hide his erection.