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Subject: The Wind-8 If you want to see g-rated pictures of the main characters, please send an email to aol. Comments, positive or negative are always welcome. This is a fictional story. It was such a windy day. It had not stopped the whole night and the whole morning. Christian’s team was losing. They did not lose often. Christian seemed out of it. This did not happen often either. Mike wondered why. He was the star player, as shy as he was. He was moving with the same grace, the same athleticism as usual. He just seemed tired. Mike could not help wondering whether Jim had sucked or jacked the boy off before the game. It is better to suck him after, he thought. Better for the team at least. He could understand how Jim would not have resisted the sight of Christian in his front seat. Yes, he could not have blamed him for it. The thought of the boy’s dick coated with Jim’s saliva under his compression shorts as he played, actually excited Mike. And the best thing about it was that nobody else would know. They would look at Christian as a talented young soccer player and at Jim as a supportive parent. Most of them could not think of the boy’s dick in Jim’s mouth. Or at Jim fucking the boy. Mike could. He was sure something had aydın escort happened between them, and he was pretty confident that something had also happened right before the game, probably in Jim’s parked Porsche on the side of the road, or maybe in the old mall parking lot. Jim walked up to him with 2 coffees and gave him one. They had become friends. There were still unsaid things between them. Mike was pretty sure that Jim had started to understand why Mike had let him drive Christian home. Maybe he had even realized that Mike was hanging out with Christian’s brother, and why. OK, maybe he hadn’t but Mike strongly doubted it. Jim was into the game and was cheering for the kids. Mike, on the other hand, only paid lip service. He was busy looking at Christian: his movements, his muscles, the curves of his body. He compared him to Beto. They truly looked alike. Christian was 2 years younger and had more of this boyish quality that Mike loved, though Beto still had plenty of it. He looked often at the boy’s bulge. He judged it to be the most enticing on the team. He wondered if Christian was as thick as Beto. How did he taste? Were his balls hairless? He wondered if Jim fingered him as he sucked him. Did he even aydınlıkevler escort eat him out? Oh, man would he love to search for his g-spot! Christian looked at them a couple times: beautiful dark eyes, sexy lips. He thought he noticed a smile on those sexy lips. He was not sure whether it was directed at Jim, at himself, or at both of them. Probably at Jim: an understated smile to his lover who had had him in his mouth an hour before. It could be that Beto had told him about their encounter, but that was unlikely. Jim was upset at the team losing. He saw himself, and by extension his son as a winner. His son’s team had to win. To be honest they almost always did. Mike had a more philosophical perspective: in sports, you try hard: in the end, you win some and you lose some, and when you lose, you get up and try hard again. Mike pointed out that Christian was off. `Christian seems tired today, probably did not get enough sleep’, he stated, watching Jim’s reaction. He did see a quick smile, but Jim did not reply, looking away at the game. Suddenly there were a few strong gusts of wind as Mike was watching Christian. The frontal wind molded the boy’s curves obscenely in his shorts. ayrancı escort For a fraction of a second Christian’s boyhood shape was exposed through his compression shorts, for Jim and Mike, and some other spectators to see. Mike’s heart skipped a few heartbeats. `Such a windy day’, Jim said. `I love the wind’, Mike replied almost instinctively. `So do I’, Jim smiled. Mike laughed `what’s not to like?’ They both laughed. He had sucked him. Mike was certain now. And he knew he knew. `I forgot to thank you for letting me give a ride to Christian’, Jim said `You are welcome, I hope you got to know him better.’ `Yes, thanks to you, Jim smiled, thanks to you.’ `He is a great looking kid, Mike added, especially on windy days.’ He wondered if maybe he was going too fast or too far. Jim’s smile suggested to him that he had not. `Yes he is, and even better looking from closer.’ `Probably the best-looking boy on the team, Mike said, as Christian bent over to tie his shoe, his back to them’. `Fuck yea’ was Jim’s answer, his eyes riveted to the boy. Mike wondered if Jim had had Christian all the way. It’s difficult to fuck in a Porsche, he thought. `Did you get some?’ Mike finally asked. `Yes’, Jim whispered, without looking at Mike. `you bang him?’ `No… I blow him… and jack him’ `How is it?’ `Heaven…’ Jim said, looking at Mike and smiling. `You have to hook me up…’ `Yea, I know, I was not sure you set him up, but now yea…’ Mike felt a presence to his right: `Who’s winning? Man, they suck.’

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