Date: Tue, 7 Dec 2010 16:24:03 -0600
From: Dale Dalton <agdad216@gmail.com>
Subjcet: The Watcher 6

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 VI


The ride home was a blur. Ronnie closed his eyes as his aunt droaned on and
on about something. Ronnie could remember reaching under the stall and
feeling the heaviness of the watchers globes that produced the warm fluid
that was the lube for Ronnie as he sat in the stall.  The Watcher had left,
but what he had left behind was far more important. The slippery seed
filled fluid helped the boy reach the release.  Thinking of it now Ronnie
was hard in his underwear. His slender cock ached for the ride to be
over. For him to be able to get behind any closed door and relive it in his
mind while naked and pumping himself.

Ronnie had the presence of mind to help Aunt Mary with the bags and hurried
into his room. She asked if he needed anything, but he was only ready to
help himself. Placing the bags on the floor Ronnie pulled off his shirt and
then fumbled with his belt and jeans.  They slid away and his tented
underwear showed a small wet spot.

Ronnie closed his eyes.

Sliding his hand inside the eleastic his fingers touched the sparce hair
about his tight shaft, then pushed down until he had cupped his hairless
orbs and squeezed.

Soon. Soon the would give him more product.

He froze as he heard a laugh from outside the window!

Much to his relief it was not meant for him. Slowly Ronnie sank to his
knees in the middle of the room and looked out the window. C.J. was in the
area between their houses, trimming the bushes on the side of his
house. The day was warm for October and the 16 year old had shed his
shirt. He was joking with his Dad who was apparently inside the house,
talking to him as he did the work outside.

Ronnie's hand was on his slender shaft as he looked at the bare back of CJ
as he worked.  The light misting of sweat on his chocolate brown back made
Ronnie think of the showers at school. There were so many who looked like
C.J. Boys who were advancing in their maturity. Boys who knew all the ways
to feel good, and they would practice them at night in their beds. Ronnie
was sure C.J. did that too. And he was pretty sure that stuff about
African-American guys was true. But from this angle Ronnie only so the
hairless muscular legs and definded back of C.J. as he continue his
work. The earbuds stuffed in his ears he certainly had no idea Ronnie was
in his bedroom, or that his boy meat was arched and ready to release.

Ronnie settled back and bit his bottom lip as he slowly moved his hand up
and down on the bare shaft. His legs opened and the set of sperm factories
dangled between his legs.  His left hand begane the slow trek to his
nipples as Ronnie saw himself naked on the bed, hoping, wanting someone to
be there to see it. Wanting someone to know how he was capable of pulsing
his sweet seed out. Ronnie wanted a man to see how he was growing up and
how he was learning. Just today he had learned how to touch a man in a way
that would send him over the edge. He still remembered the soft moan before
the semen jetted out across the stall, the floor, and his forearm.

Proof Ronnie could please a man.

Aunt Mary's knock on the door startled him.........  "Honey I need your
help and I forgot to tell you were are going next door to eat dinner
tonight. Have you met C.J?"

"We met today" he said.

No orgasm now.

Ronnie looked again out the window at C.J.


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

Mary and Ronnie walked to the neighbors a little while later. Ronnie
carried his aunt's chocolate pecan pie. He had loved it for as long as he
could remember and Aunt Mary always mode them as the weather began getting
cooler.

The door was answered by a friendly male, who was about 6-2, 230, a few
flecks of grey in otherwise brown hair, and pale blue smiling eyes.

"Hey Mary, how are you dear!" he boomed. "And you must be Ronnie," he said
as he looked toward the young boy.

"Ronnie, this is C.J.'s dad," Mr. Collins.

Mary had explained to Ronnie that C.J. was adopted, and that was why his
parents were white and he was African American. Just because boys that age
might wonder.

Mr Collins took the pie. "I'll take care of this, while we wait for dinner
to be ready. . . .  C.J., Ronnie is here" he called.

CJ came down the hall, same baggy shorts, but a clean shirt from what he
had on earlier.  "Hey Ronnie, you want to watch a game for do computer
stuff in my room?"

"Oh I don't care, anything is fine."

C.J. answered "Well we can watch the good game on TV later, I've got Halo,
or we can do an NFL game." Ronnie's eyes lit up.

You never think your room is the greatest, it is always someone elses
room. That was the case with CJ. A game system in front of the 42 inch
panel on one wall, and the computer on the side wall.  The room was dark
and music quietly throbbed in the background. It was the boy's home inside
his home, his domain. CJ was at ease as he pulled up a chair for Ronnie,
then slid into his own.

CJ had already started up the NFL game and Ronnie took over one of the
teams. As happens time moves quickly when two guys are in front of the game
screen. They both knew the game well and their was healthy competition as
the time ticked off of the clock.  Boy English was part of the game, each
boy would squirm and drift to one side or the other and their bare knees
would bump from time to time as contact was made on the field. After Ronnie
scored to take the lead, CJ announced, "I gotta pee, then I will come back
and kick your butt."

Ronnie found himself watching CJ as he headed in the bathroom. In fact as
Ronnie gazed around the room he saw the crumpled object under CJ's
bed. Except for that the floor was amazingly clean. Ronnie squinted in the
semi-darkness, the got up to look.  Down on his knees reaching under the
bed he pulled out the wadded up athletic sock.  As he pulled it out of the
ball, the unmistakable crackling sound made Ronnie draw a deep breath. The
same crunching noise Ronnie knew from his own experience. He had the sock
in his hand that CJ used to shoot in when he humped his pillow.

There was no way Ronnie knew how many dried loads were coating the sock he
had in his hand.

The toilet flushed and Ronnie jammed the sock in his pocket and got back to
the chair as CJ came out.
 "Alright alright alright, time for you to pay little man!" CJ hoped into
the chair and slumped forward. He was on the balls of his feet and his legs
were bouncing. It might have been meant as a distraction, might not. But a
distraction it was. Ronnie looked down the slender light brown legs that
danced. By slumping forward more of CJ's thighs were exposed now. Ronnie
knew it was all just inches away under those two layers of cloth.  Inside
there was that organ that had released the seed that was crusted on the
sock the younger boy had in his pocket now.

Ronnie knew how and what it would take for him to cut loose tonight once he
got back to the bedroom at his aunt's house.

Mrs. Collins was a great cook, and she was pretty too. She and Aunt Mary
had been friends for a long time and Mary had been CJ's babysitter when he
was younger, since Mary had always been alone. CJ had a sister who was
9. It seemed like CJ and his dad had a really good relationship and that
made Ronnie sad. He had never had that, and mom had dated some guys, he
didn't blame her for that, she was still young, but he didn't know if he
would ever get to have a dad again.

"So Ronnie, I hope you have gotten the best of Mister Bigshot here on the
NFL game. I know he kicks my butt everytime. I think he needs someone
younger with better hands than me," Mr Collins said.

Ronnie blushed. He couldn't help it.

He knew he had not been thinking about the game right before they came to
dinner.

"I stayed with him for awhile, but he finished me off too.....sir."

"I bet you just need to work on him some. Maybe you can beat him before the
night is done. Hey, you want to sleep over?" he said, eyebrows raised.

"Mary, I know he's only here a couple of nights, but they might have fun"
he said turning to Ronnie's aunt.

Ronnie had no idea what to think. Well yes he did, then he wasn't sure. God
he needed to bust a nut after everything today. But now, it wouldn't happen
until tomorrow. Crap!

Mary looked at Ronnie..."Would you like to stay the night here, I will be
right next door."

All eyes were on Ronnie. They would think he was a sissy or something if he
said no.  Just some wimpy kid.

"O OK, yeah," he bravely said.

"Great, " said Mr. Collins. "How old are you Ronnie?"

"13", he said.

Mr Collins smiled, I bet you can show CJ a think or two before the night is
over.