Date: Mon, 1 Nov 2010 13:42:50 -0500
From: Dale Dalton <agdad216@gmail.com>
Subject: The Watcher II

The Saturday morning sun began to light the room. He loved living in the
South where the weather would stay warm often until November. Shorts and
T-shirts were worn widely since the southern breezes kept it so nice.

And nice was the way to describe the view when guys were wearing shorts and
T-shirts.

Whether standing still or in motion the glimpses of flesh would give you
reason to stand and watch. The think and wonder what was behind those two
light layers of fabric. What energy was packed there and how little
attention it would take to bring that energy source to full readiness so
that touches in private places could send out the liquid with gasps of
pleasure sometimes unknown until... until....


Cal realized how hard he was. How his raging male tool was aching to get
out. The house was still asleep. The he remembered last night. Last night!
God was that a dream?

Had he actually been there next to his own house, watching through the
window at a sight so breath-taking that he had left his manly mark on the
screen outside?

God he craved release now as he realized it had been real. It was not a
dream. Cal had watched as a boy had done what he needed to do as Cal
watched him, mere inches away.

Cal had always wanted to be there for private moments. Like all boys
growing up he had marveled as he changed and grew. How his shaft, his balls
and the volume they produced continued to grow through his teen years. But
Cal came to understand before long it was others producing that really got
him over the edge. The thought of one of his friends or a complete stranger
emptying themselves........letting their babies jet across their bare
stomachs that would often push Cal time and again. Push him to find his own
release, but even more.

It would push Cal to spend time in places where he could watch and think
about what was behind those layers of cloth. Cal can remember being 15 and
wanting to spend everyday in the summer at the pool. He knew he would not
be able to see as many of the boys naked as he wanted, but taking the image
of the boy as he climbed dripping out of the pool, or sitting with his legs
spread in a tempting way, remembering every detail.  Later when he was
alone Cal would think of how soft the skin must have been, and how it
probably would take so little to have the boy excited. He knew those boys
he saw at the pool would be at home that night doing the same thing.

Cal would think of the boys in their beds, slipping their underwear down,
or off and knowing they would not stop until they had felt their hearts
race and the shuddering reaction as juice, either clear or milky would find
it's way out. Then the clean up and then sleep.

That's the way it was for Cal.

But always just in his mind.

That first semester in college his chances expanded.........

Coming out of the Rec Center on campus he watches as dozens of younger
males streamed into the center. It was the area AAU swim meet. Cal watched
as the parade of near perfection past within feet of him. All were covered
so there was no way to know what rested between those young thighs as their
filed in, but he intended to find out.

After jacking off in his dorm room, and running some errands, Cal returned
to the pool.  They were finishing up the 11-12 age group. Cal watched as
the boys stood, stretched and moved their bodies in incredible ways as they
prepared for the turns in the pool. Cal could not help but think about how
there had to have been some boys in the group who had found time for
privacy while they were in their hotel room. Cal wondered if the stretching
and flexibility they showed only enhanced the private time.

Cal realized he was leaking. It was a good thing Cal had brought his jacket
to leave on his lap to hide the throbbing erection he was sporting.  The
relay team from a town in the next county won their event and their age
division. Cal could not take his eyes off the celebration. Slender boys in
tight small suits hugging each other in their victory. Cal wondered if
there would be a sleepover back home tonight where the boys could build a
closer bond based on their success today.

That was how Cal spent much of his college dreaming of how males his age
and younger would spend time reaching their own personal satisfaction. But
Cal was having to create the images in his head. Cal craved the chance to
see the events first hand. Cal wanted to take in the vision himself, but
how, where, when.

He knew about the video stores and arcades, and he had a pretty good idea
how all that probably went. But the thought of some old guy wanted to grope
him was the farthest thing from Cal's mind. Cal wanted the purity of
youth. There was so much for them to discover.

But that had changed last night. Cal had in fact had his dream come
true. He had seen the boy arrive, and he had seen Mary preparing the room
earlier in the day, so he knew that was where the boy wold be
sleeping. That was where the young maturing male would lay down that night
and hopefully his thoughts would drift to where boys thoughts go when they
had the chance. Cal had no idea if the boy was able to make fluid, he only
wanted the chance to watch as the boy pleasured himself. The thought of it
happening boned him as he stood in his yard.

Then the night, the chance, Cal standing between the houses and Cal
actually seeing what had been a dream for so long. Cal watching as the boy
slid the red underwear from his smooth beautiful body and began to touch
the boy meat which was already at full attention. Thankfully no leaves had
fallen, so Cal could move closer. The feeling was so had to control. His
dream was coming true and boy with little or no hair was in fact touching
himself in that private way. Cal was drawn to the window.

 The boy stopped. Cal froze. He just knew the boy could hear his
breathing. What if he cried out.  What would Cal do? But he didn't. No. No,
not at all. The boy started to pump again.

Then the most amazing thing of all happened. It was as if the boy had heard
the unspoken thoughts of Cal as he stood watching......the boy rolled on
his side so Cal could get a front view. It was only moonlight, so Cal could
nto see if the boy had hair. Cal moved closer as he watched. He never took
his eyes off the young hard shaft as the boy continued to work it. Had he
seen Cal, did he know he was there. Was he as anxious to show what he had
as Cal wanted to see it? No matter what the answer there was not denying
what happened next.

Cal heard the moan as the boy moved faster and suddenly he began to wet the
window screen with jets of boy juice produced by the set of orbs nesting in
his smooth sack. The seed splashed onto the screen and glistened in the
moonlight. Cal had never believed he would see that in person. The boy
rolled onto his back, but did not clean up. Cal now knew what he had to
do. Now within 6 feet of the screen his whispered to the boy : "Touch
yourself".

The young boy responded and Cal had to seek his own release. Grasping his 7
inch cut cock, hard as blue steel, seeing the tight young sack and slender
shaft being worked the result could not be denied. Feeling the warmth well
up in his nuts, and pressuring it's way up his shaft Cal let loose his
sperm filled jizz all over the outside of the window. Seeing there was a
boy masturbating was more than he could ever expect in real life and here
it was happening right next door. He slung his hand to clean it and
disappeared into the night.
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Cal sat on the edge of the bed. The tightness of his cockhead against the
fabric of his boxers only heightened the sensation. Cal slipped on his gym
shorts and a shirt and headed out to get the paper.  The moring cool told
him Fall was on the way, but not just yet, another day warm enough of
shorts, Cal smiled as he looked to Mary's house next door.

Then he froze.

Easy for him to see even from where he stood was the dried markings of his
excited release from just hours before.

The proof for anyone to see that Cal had in fact ejaculated at a boy's
window last night. And that the boy too had released seed against the
screen. Cal's heart raced. What would happen? Who would see it? How could
he get rid of it? What if they ran a DNA test and found out it was his?!
He could feel his heart pounded at his temples. Cal's deep desire would be
found out.