You know – there are just sometimes when you say this whole life thing is worth it. Ok – hard to explain. Just read on....
I wish I could fully describe Rins physical beauty. Its the kind of manliness that the word beauty takes away from. Hes seventeen years old and I remember the first time I met him when he was fourteen.
Here was this dark skinned, dark haired, Italian blooded southern boy. He stood all of 5 feet 1 inches tall and was in that most perfect state of transition from cute little charming tad to handsome young piece of eye candy. When Id see him kicking his soccer ball around I would notice the rash of dark brown hair just breaking out across the front and down the length of his lower legs to his ankles. You know – that solitary indicator that tells a person that the boy is only a couple or three months into the age of puberty.
Now that hes seventeen I find every excuse I can to make my way to the games and enjoy an evening watching the still boyish wonder making his way up and down the pitch. Hes 5 feet 5 or so inches tall now and, though hes still all boy, there is so much more to him that screams out man. He doesnt have the physique of the boys who spend hours in the gym, but last year I began to notice that his cotton Ts were beginning to hang from his chest before being tucked tightly into his waistband. He must have a machine at home.
It was on the field that I first saw that whatever he was working out on had performed as designed and that his Italian genes were the greatest of blessing to him. I described his fourteen year old legs but it wasnt until a particularly warm day and rough workout at practice that he unknowingly displayed his glistening olive brown chest to me. He takes his jumper off from his right arm and then over his head and then down his left arm. His waist cant be more than 26 or 27 inches around. His back slims from his broad shoulders back down his rippling shoulder blades and down into the back of his shorts to a tail made of firm muscle and covered by a lesser brown olive skin. If he weighs 130 lbs. Id kiss your ass.
Now the new season has begun. Rins team started playing just last night and, of course, I found my way into the stands. Oh yeah, Rins not the only hottie to look at. I doubt theres another team in the country that would offer more to the senses than this one. Rins captain, for instance. A year younger than Rin but one of a trio of really talented brothers and Lakes the oldest. Hes a midfielder and was recognized as the teams emotional leader for the past season and was honored with the official role, though hes younger than a number of the boys. Dirty brown hair that he keeps long and in tight curly waves that flap along the back of his neck when he runs. A chiseled chest that is made of kind of rounded pecs that swell and shrink with every breath -- A rock hard set of abs that seem to stretch a foot down his torso. Lake is 5 feet 9 inches and weighs maybe 150 lbs.
The game went well for the boys. Theyre not that great a team, but they have some good players. The score was tied at one all with about four and a half minutes to play when my two favorite boys came together for what looked like a sure fire goal. Lake broke free around a defender and with about 35 meters to go to the goal, Rin broke out around the right side of the field. One defender stood between Lake and the game winner so it was natural that he would angle a pass over to his right and receive a return pass from Rin that would break the defenders ankles and allow Lake to stab the goal.
Lakes pass was right on the money and, sure enough, the defender turned his body to take on my boy. It only took Lake two more steps to be past the defender and Rin drew back his leg to fake a shot and caressed the ball at only half the force toward Lake. Game over.
Nope – Rins pass was simple, but off the mark. Arms over the head and grimacing at the missed opportunity, both boys took off back up the field to try to check the other team who now possessed the ball. The two teams finished tied in regulation and the boys lost on penalty kicks. Good showing, but a lost chance for the team.
Moms and Dads applauded supportively as boys strode off the field with a disappointed look on all of their faces. Rin and Lake – good friends on and off the pitch, talked about tomorrow at school and other things as I walked past to give them both a pat on the back.
As I said before – theres sometimes....
It was about 9:00pm when the game finished so I hit BK for a late dinner and then I would be off to bed early before a long day at work tomorrow. I met a couple friends at the restaurant and we talked stupid for a while before I realized it was closing in on 11 and I wanted some sleep. My trip back took me back by the local recreation fields where the game had played.
I noticed a spare walkway light was left on at the field so I took a double look across the fence as I passed to see if anyone might be left this late after the game. I figured that one of the light poles must have been mistakenly left on, but to my surprise I saw a couple fellows out on the field. I didnt have to look long again to realize that it was Rin and Lake. They were on the field at the end where they had been playing offense a couple hours earlier in just enough light to tell . I came from the darker end of the fields and I slowed a little to watch and figured out that they were going back over the play they had missed near the end of the game.
What kind of dedication was this, I thought. I eased to a complete stop and started rolling down the window of my car. The boys had not seen me. We were some seventy five to a hundred meters apart and I was coming up behind them when I slowed down. And what came next? Well ....
About the time I got the car to a stop and got the window down, Lake turned away from the field and jogged towards the opposite side of the field and retrieve a gym bag. I figured they had finished and I would wait to drive up and chat before they left. Both were dressed in their matching warm up pants and team pull over hooded sweaters. Rin was across the field from where Lake picked up his bag and as Lake came back across, Rin met him at about 20 meters from the posts. They walked together for about 10 or 12 strides when Rin reached to the bottom of his pullover and pulled it up at the same time cumbersomely taking his arm out of its sweater sleeve. The movements looked familiar to me, but out of place. One more step and the right half of his sweater was off his shoulder. Another step and it was over his head. A third step and the sweater was on the ground. 11:05 and my boy was shirtless and I was gettin a free shot. Lake had stopped and put down his bag and was running his hand through it. Guess they were going to go at it for another few minutes.
But Rin kept walking toward the goal.
Ok, my boy's not a goalie, but I guess he was just going to try to stop some shots. My eyes trailed behind him cause, even from 100 meters, his naked back ending into that tight little ass is enough to stop traffic. I didnt notice yet that Lake was finished with the bag and that he had something hanging from his hand.
Something in the back of my mind told me to notice how incredibly quiet it was right at that moment. It also told me to listen.
You gonna miss that pass again?
Ill try not to.
Rin takes hold of the right post.
Better not.
The voices were faint, but I could hear the tone of warning and meanness in Lakes. These two boys I knew were good boyhood friends.
Lake didnt really raise his arm high. As he took a final step towards Rin he just kind of swept his arm back and then forward very quickly.
I know I didnt see it that well, but my mind tells me that as I heard the first slap of thin, supple leather against hard worked boy flesh that I saw Rins head kind of dip and turn with a jerk just slightly to the right.
I promise – Ill try
The second lash came not more than five seconds later. The pattern already starts to set in – slashing from just below the right shoulder and down diagonally to the middle of the back.
My boy stands firm. No verbal interaction
Third lash.
Wont be much longer now
Rin looks to move his hands up on the post just a bit.
Lash.
There is no change in the force used, but the force used is meant to deliver a message. The pause here is just a bit longer. The arm begins to sweep back again.
The fifth stroke draws a physical reaction. Rin raises his head from its slightly hanging position, but there is no sound of his voice.
Nothing to say?
Lake sweeps back his arm then curves the sixth stroke over his shoulder and obviously swings down a bit harder on his team mate. A pained wince comes audibly from the boys lips.
A quiet pause.
Lash. Firm. Like the last
Were gonna get it right?
Yeah
Number Eight.
Were getting it right? Louder.
Yes. Painfully.
Nine and ten come in succession and the hardest of the session. They were delivered with just a twinge of physical anger. Kind of a body language that said you better do what you say.
Rin stands quiet. Lake reaches in his bag again and takes out a bottle of water and a towel. He douses the boys stripes with the water and lays the towel across his shoulders. The boys walk away from the field.
See, I told ya.