Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2010 17:02:31 -0600
From: Dale Dalton <agdad216@gmail.com>
Subject: The Watcher V

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 V


The part Ronnie did like about visiting his aunt was she was always ready
to spend money on him.

Never married, Mary would spoil Ronnie with every visit. And if left to his
own, Ronnie would be able to find plenty to spend money on.

She wanted to buy him nice clothes.....Ronnie would have none of it. Ronnie
wanted athletic wear. First he wanted to make sure when he got back he
would have all the signature stuff for his favorite school. All the popular
guys had stuff from them fav college and Ronnie didn't want to be any
different.

After getting to the athletic/outdoor supply store Ronnie headed right for
the jerseys.  Mary had no idea why a 13 year old boy would want to wear
that kind of stuff, she thought he should have practical, esstial items.

Ronnie said he could go for some new underwear. Mary found a sales
clerk. His name badge said Clark. According to the badge Clark had worked
there 10 years. He was probably in his mid 40's, flecks of gray sprinkled
in his hair, but a friendly smile.

"Yes mam, can I help you?"

"Of course, my nephew wants to get some items, but first I want to get him
some underwear. I have to say I don't know the first thing about it any
more. When he was little I knew just what to get. Now, I don't we can agree
on anything" Mary said.

"Well let's see what we can do for......" an eyebrow raised.

"Ronnie" he said.

Clark looked in his eyes, looked away, then looked again.

Slower.

"Looks like about a 22 inch waist, so let's figure out the style you want"
Clark said.

Mary and Ronnie followed as Clark took them to the underwear display.

"Well, we have briefs, the traditional kind, boxers and boxer briefs. We
can go with colors or patterns or just plain white" he explained.

"Ronnie just get what you want," Mary said, so confused by it all.

Ronnie and Clark stood in front of the shelves and Clark pulled the ones
Ronnie wanted to try. Then he handed the 3 pair to Ronnie, his hand
touching the young boys hand as they passed.

Ronnie looked up.......and smiled.

"Take you time let me know if you need any help" Clark said.

Ronnie headed for the changing room.

Slipping off his shorts and underwear, Ronnie looked at himself in the
mirror. Thighs still slender, only light hair on his thighs and claves he
raised his shirt. Ronnie realized he was growing as he stood in the
dressing room and wondered if there might be a camera in the ceiling he did
not know about.

That didn't help matters any. He told himself to calm down and starting
saying the alphabet backwards to get his mind off of it.

Reaching for a light blue pair of boxer briefs Ronnie slide them on and
smelled the newness and felt to tightness of the elastic on his slim
waist. Ronnie turned to see his bottom, then back to the front. He thought
it looked good, despite his equipment size.

"How are those?" Clark called from outside.

"Well, I guess alright, can you have a look?" Ronnie said.

Ronnie slide the lock, and opened the door a few inches.

There are memories when it is impossible to know how much time has
passed. When we become so aware of every detail you cannot calculate just
how long it was.  Clark looked in the boys eyes, then let his gaze fall
upon the flat smooth belly, and down, yes, down to the place when the
flatness became a bulge. The place where the difference was made, and he
mind knew just a layer below was such potential energy that it would be
hard to calculate the volume and force that would be produced there.

"Turn around," Clark said.

Doing as he was told, Ronnie heard Clark say, "Yes, those seeme to have a
good fit should you mom see them?".

Ronnie whirled around, "She's not my mom, that's my aunt."

"Oh, sorry!" said Clark, as he drank in the front view one more time. Was
it his imagination or had it begun to take shape?

"Let me try another style on and let you have a look, OK" Ronnie said as he
reached to close the door.

Clark waited what seemed like an eternity. Ronnie opened the door and
showed a pair of white boxer briefs with a very real detail of boyness
pressing against the fabric pouch.

Their eyes did not meet. Clark was looking only one place. Then he realized
what he was doing and looked up. Ronnie's eyes were smiling.

"That looks like a good fit" Clark said quickly in a low voice.

"OK, I think it looks good too" said Ronnie.

Ronnie closed the door, almost all the way. Clark stepped away, then looked
back. He saw Ronnie opened the door a small amount and Clark adjusted his
orientation so he could see inside. Ronnie had removed the underwear.

Clark returned to Mary with his heart pounding. I think that will do it for
the underwear is there anything else we can help you with. His day was
almost complete and it wasn't even noon yet!

"Well Ronnie says his shoes are tight, so maybe some of those".

Just then Ronnie comes out of the changing room with the underwear and
hands them the Clark. This time Ronnie makes contact with Clarks hand.

If Mary was lost with the underwear the world of shoes was another
universe. After Clark measured Ronnie's foot, she sat and watched as Clark
and Ronnie walked through the aisles of shoes talking about what he wanted
and what kind of shoes he actually needed.

Clark had pulled down about 5 boxes and they sat on the bench between the
tall rows of shoes on each side. She watched as Ronnie took his right shoe
off and placed his foot on the slanted area that was on the front of the
seat Clark straddled in front of him. Clark pulled the sock tight and
helped Ronnie put his foot into the tight new shoe. Clark was careful to
make sure his hand was above Ronnie's sock, so he could feel the warm
smoothness of Ronnie's lower calf as he guided the boys foot into his first
shoe. Clark began to tighten and tie the lace and he saw Ronnies hand on
his young bare knee.  Then with his head still down, Clark watched as
Ronnie slide his hand up his slender thigh and tugged back at the base of
his shorts and pulled the bottom of the shorts leg toward his waist.

Letting go, the fabric gathered there, and the looseness of the shorts left
a gap at the young boys lap that enabled Clark to see all the way up.

It took a second for Clark to realize Ronnie had not put his underwear back
on. Clark was looking at the smooth softness of two little globes and a
thickening shaft hiding in the darkness.

"Is that OK?" he heard himself ask.

"Do you think it looks OK?" Ronnie asked.

Clark looked at him and said "I think it all looks very good. But in all
honesty you are going to need to get up and walk around, since I cannot
stand up right now."

Ronnie smiled inside and out. Clark laced up the other shoe and Ronnie was
able to walk to his aunt, his baggy shorts hiding the rigid member between
his thighs. Ronnie walked back to Clark with a smile a mile wide on his
face.

"I want these" he said with a smile.

After leaving the store with their news goodies Mark had some shopping she
needed to do. Ronnie was like any other 13 year old boy, he had no use for
whatever girl stuff his aunt needed to get. Fortuantly, he aunt was cool
enough to know that Ronnie justed wanted $10 so he could go to the Food
Court or video place while she shopped.

"OK, right here in 30 minutes, alright?"

"Yup, but will you take the bag, I hate having that, it is not cool to haul
that around."

Mary smiled, never gave it a second thought and headed down to the
cosmetics department of the one of the anchor stores to get a few things.

For his part, Ronnie was just wanting a drink, the video games in this mall
were lame, he had way better at home. So he got a drink and watched the
world go by in the mall.  In a few minutes the world included Clark from
the sporting good store. He was walking into the Food Court and he saw
Ronnie. Clark felt the heat on his face as he blushed.  God, he thought I
have seen all of that boy. Then, he decided he should come back later, yes
that would be best.

Clark made a slow turn around the common eating area and headed back
out. Ronnie decided to follow. Ronnie came out into the mall just in time
to see Clark open an unmarked door and disappear.

Crap, some employees entrance, Ronnie thought as he headed down the central
walkway.  He put his hand on the knob.......it turned.

Opening the door, Ronnie saw a long corridor. He had never seen anything
like this at a mall before. As he walked down the shiny floor he saw it was
a delivery area. Ronnie became aware of his boy cock getting hard from
rubbing against the fabric of his shorts.

Each door had the name of a business in the mall. Duh. How else do they get
stuff delivered.

About 8 doors down the hall was a bathroom. Ronnie pushed in. No one in
there. No wait one stall was occupied. Ronnie was fully boned now, so he
went into the other stall pulled his shorts down and sat.

There is always that awkward silence. A throat clearing, or a sniff as if
to make sure the other person knew they were not alone in there. The Ronnie
could hear a small sound. He was not sure what it was, a tinkle maybe. The
sound of metal clicking, it was happening pretty fast, now it was very
quiet.


Ronnie began to lose his erection. Sitting with his shorts around his
ankles, not knowing what was going on in the stall next to him.

Then........  The underwear he had worn to the store was dropped on the
floor under the divider.

"You forgot those Ronnie" came the voice on the other side.

Clark was right next to him. The man Ronnie had showed himself to, twice,
was feet away! Excited and scared Ronnie had no idea how Clark knew it was
him. Then he realized.........the new shoes.

Ronnie cleared his throat, but stayed silent.

"Go ahead and kneel down and pick them up, it's OK."

Ronnie froze as he heard a sound and saw Clark's knees on the floor, near
his blue underwear on the floor.

Slowly Ronnie put his head down and saw a shadow that depicted
movement. Slowly he looked up under the stall divider and saw a tight
scrotum and hard shaft that belonged to Clark. In the perfect light in that
employees bathroom in the bowels of the mall Ronnie was watching a grown
man do just what he did everyday.

The reaction was instant and intense. Ronnie felt his hardness return as he
looked at the dark hair on the man's thighs. Kneeling in the stall using
his right hand to move up and down his gigantic shaft. The sack was
swinging as Clark sought to release his tension.  The tension that had been
built up. The tension Ronnie caused to raise the erotic desire in
Clark. And Ronnie know it.

"Go ahead Ronnie, it's OK we are alone" Clark's voice reassured. "We all
have to do it, it's how we get through the day. I can't tell you how much I
enjoyed what little I saw. If you want me to see more, we can do that
here."

Ronnie felt his head swim.

Lowering himself to the floor, his shorts bunched at his ankles, Ronnie was
sticking straight out. His balls were glued to his body by his small,
smooth sack.

"Closer Ronnie, I can't see it yet," whispered Clark. "Grab the bottom of
the divider and pull yourself under so I can see from your waist down."

Ronnie closed his eyes, he became aware of the cool solid floor, the
heartrate that was pounding inside of him. Feet away, a watcher was feet
away. A man was looking at his nudity. Grown up eyes were taking in the
smooth young body and he knew the watcher was excited by the view.

A low groan cam from Clark's throat, he said something Ronnie didn't
understand. The Clark said "Look at the floor."

One, two, four, five jets of thick whiteness landed on the shiny cement
floor and Ronnie knew Clark had spilled his seed. Ronnie knew that Clark
had emptied his balls as he looked at Ronnie's small, smooth genitals.

Clark bent down and wiped up the pool of sperm with toilet paper.

"Do you want to show me what you can do, Ronnie?" Came the voice.

Reaching under the stall Ronnie's right hand found his stiff shaft and he
began to pump the hardness. Holding onto the base of the stall divider to
steady himself Ronnie had a picture of the other side in his mind. A grown
man was almost naked. A mature man, a man who knew how things were. A man
who had liked what Ronnie showed him in the tore. A man who had released
his product as a way to let Ronnie know how aroused he had become with just
the brief interaction.

Now that man was so close. The man was watching as Ronnie was working his
shaft.  Biting his bottom lip Ronnie knew it would not take long before the
shuddering body wrenching orgasm would be there. Ronnie knew a man was
seeing what he did. Ronnie knew it was not a secret. Ronnie knew what this
watcher looked like. He had seen his face. He had seen his approving
smile. Two hours before he did not know the man existed. Now, Ronnie was
showing. Ronnie was touching.
 Ronnie was.......was.....was.....cumming.

Milky whiteness above his penis, on his hand, on his thigh. His breath
burned in his lungs. His best orgasm ever.

"I am so proud of your Ronnie. There was so much, " Clark said.

Ronnie pulled out from under the stall and rolled off some tissue to clean
up his jizz.  About ready to pick up his underwear he saw Clark kneeling
again. He was hard again, or still hard, Ronnie didn't know. What Ronnie
did know is the man was very aroused.

Ronnie watched as Clark pushed his shaft under the divider and for the
first time Ronnie could watch as the man worked the meat. A 4X4 inch area
of dark brown hair above a cut shaft that was probably 7 inches. His balls
continued to move. Ronnie was transfixed by the man and his work.

For his part Ronnie never got soft either. Now he was watching in person a
man getting himself off. This was not a picture in his head or on a
computer screen, no. No, this was a man taking care of his needs while
another watched him. Pushing himself farther under the stall, then opening
his legs Clark gave Ronnie the look of his life.

"I am close again, Ronnie" he gasped.

Then Ronnie cupped Clark's orbs. A moan. Ronnie's forearm was wetted with
seed.  Ronnie felt the twitch in Clark's sack as he release the
cream. Ronnie was aware of the size and warmth of the manly liquid
factories.

"Oh God, I had no idea you were going to do that, Ronnie, but thank you."

Clark slid back to his side of the cubicle. Ronnie heard him pull some
tissue from the dispenser, wipe up, flush, zip up and leave.

The bathroom door banged shut.

Ronnie's arm was wet, and he had not done it.

Using his left index finger he scraped Clark's cum off of his forearm. He
looked at the slippery wetness for a moment and then brought it to his
cock. Using the watchers sperm as lube young Ronnie found his release
within 60 seconds in the bowels of that mall bathroom.