Date: Mon, 8 Nov 2010 11:59:26 -0600
From: Dale Dalton <agdad216@gmail.com>
Subject: watcher IV

Please be advised that, in the following story, one will find depictions of
sexual activities between minors and adults. The story itself and all
characters are fictional.


The Watcher IV


Despite the cool morning, Cal was sweating when he got back in the
house. His mind was moving at light speed.

How would he get that cleaned off?  What if that boy told?

His racing pulse still could not erase the vision of last night. It had
been so long for Cal.  How many years, no, decades now had it been since he
was able to see that very thing he wanted so much. How many times had he
been forced to recall the one other time he had seen it.

Cal went out on his patio. Sat down and closed his eyes as he remembered
Mark.

                  ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

He had done their yard work for years, and he knew he would lose the
customer soon, since Mark was just about old enough to do it for his
family. But Cal worked hard that last summer to make sure he finished like
a pro. He would trim and edge, then mow and sweep the driveway clean before
he left.

As always, Cal would walk the yard first to make sure there was nothing
that could fly up as he mowed. He would always linger at Mark's
window. Just hoping. Never knowing what might be going on in there. But Cal
could just make a picture in his mind. He had seen Mark in his shorts and
shirt during the warm summer months. His arms were still slender, and there
might have been some new shape to Mark's calves. But that could just be
wishful thinking on Cal's part. But at 17, Cal knew what signs to look for
to know if a boy was coming of age.

This morning, like always, Cal moved quietly as he go close to Marks
window.

But this morning produced the images Cal has remembered to this
day. Looking in the small gap between the blinds and the window Cal could
see the most glorious sight ever.  There was Mark laying on his bed. The
covers were at the foot of the bed, and Mark was naked and sliding on his
pillow. Cal boned instantly as he watched this boy he had seen grow up,
moving into the next step of maturity. Not a dark hair in sight on Mark and
yet he thurst and rolled into the pillow like he must have done so many
times.

Call took in every inch of the young boys nudity and could remember from
earlier that morning how it felt to rub your hardness until the cream
escaped. And now Cal was watching a boy go though the same timeless motion
of satisfaction.

Cal pressed his palm against his own hard cock as he watched Mark continue
to breed his pillow in the morning quiet.

What Cal wouldn't have given to be there, in the room, bringing a hand in
to help and reassure the young boy as he moved to his release. For Cal to
run his hand in between the slightly opened thighs of the boy and urge him
to his finish. Watching his white smooth buns rise and fall and holding
onto the pillow.

Then, Mark did what Cal could only have wished for............

Getting up off the bed, his back to the window, Mark put the pillow on the
edge of his bed, and placed just his bent knees on the edge of the
mattress. With that Mark began breeding the pillow. Cal watched Mark as his
tight sack was now visible and the beautiful boy bottom was opening and
closing slightly as Mark would pull back before thrusting again.

Then, the pace changed. Faster and faster for 15 seconds, then slowed to a
stop.  Cal had just watched Mark have an orgasm.


Stunned, the young boy's naked body gave a shudder as he rested for a few
seconds, then climbed off of his pillow/lover. Cal wondered who the boy
might have been thinking about.

His own shaft raged for release. But there was no place, and really no
time. Cal looked around, to make sure he was not noticed, then set to
work.............

Cal went to get his payment and he was shocked when Mark opened the door.

"Hey Cal" Mark said with a big grin.

He was dressed in a loose T-shirt and shorts. Cal could not help but let
his eyes drop to the area he had seen perform less than 45 minutes
before. And if Cal knew anything he knew Mark could be ready again in a
matter of seconds. He let the thoughts leave and Mark's Dad came in the
room.

"Good morning Cal, looks like you did another great job. How the savings
fund for the car coming along?"

"It's OK, probably on schedule."

"Great, glad to hear it. I have put an extra $10 in there today, but I have
to tell you, you are probably looking at your replacement pretty soon", as
he pointed to Mark. "He turns 12 tomorrow so it will be time for him to
take over in September."

God, I just watched Mark a day before he turned 12 as he................



"When you get your car will you come and get me?" asked Mark, his brown
eyes wide.

"Count on it " Cal said, "I would like to take you for ride, buddy."


++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

That was the only time, prior to last night, that Cal had ever seen it
happen in real life.  Mark had grown up to be a good athlete and Cal would
go see him from time to time, especially when he played baseball. Mark had
lots of girls after him, but Cal could always remember the time he wtached
that package do it's work on that Saturday morning.

He realized he was hard. He had to cum.

Cal went into the spare bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

Cal removed his rob and ran his hand down the front of his
boxerbriefs. Feeling the shaft at full attention now he slipped them off
and knelt down. Cal took the shaft in his right hand and began to slowly
pump himself. His 7 inch cut penis, veins standing out. Cal's balls did not
hang down much anytime, but at times like this it was a tight glove holding
his sperm producing orbs close to him.

Back and forth Cal pumped as he looked out across the yard to the window.
To the screen.  To the trail, no trails, that dried on the screen.

Yes there was fluid on both sides of the screen. As much as Cal had wanted
to shoot, the boy had wanted to shoot too. The boy had wanted to shoot for
him. The boy was naked, Cal said to himself. The boy was naked and he knew
Cal was there and the boy continued to masturbate. Cal thought the boy was
wanting him to see it. The boy wanted him to share in the experience. Cal
did just that. Cal showed the boy how much he enjoyed the show. He showed
the boy by spilling his man seed on the screen, so the boy could see what
it was like when a man produced jizz.

And for his part the boy wanted the watcher to know he wanted to be the
focus, the center of attention. And the boy let the watcher see his
product, as the warm boy juice spashed against the barrier between
them. The boy put his milkiness there for the man to see.  He shot his
cream, he put his load on the screen for the watcher is see.


Cal felt the surge as the pulses shot against the wall below the
window. The last pulse landing in the carpet. Cal would have to clean that
up. Running his finger over the liquid rope he brought it to his mouth.

Cal knew, just inside that room was a naked boy. A boy who had done what
boy's worldwide did everyday.  The difference was this boy had a watcher