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Subject: The Wind – 2 If you want to see g-rated pictures of the characters, please send an email to aol. Comments, positive or negative are always welcome. 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 aydın escort 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 aydınlıkevler escort 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 ayrancı escort 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.

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