Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2014 12:10:50 +0000
From: alfredo garcia <alfredo247@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Watchman , Gay Adult-Youth

The Watchman (Part 1)
By Alfredo Garcia

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After school, with nothing to attract me to a new empty house, I made a
habit of taking different route home every afternoon.  This day as I found
myself on an empty street, where the high wall of a crumbling warehouse
rose on one side, and opposite it a partly constructed building seemed to
hang forlorn in some uncertain limbo.  I peered through a gate left
swinging half open on uncertain hinges. Inside dark water ponded in deep
dug holes, concrete pillars stood silently topped with tangled wires like
unkempt hair.

Over to one side, partly obscured by a fence, stood a temporary wooden
building that must have served as the center of operations, when there were
operations.  By its door a guard sat motionless on sacks of cement.  He
looked up at me but a school boy apparently offered no threat.

"Can I cut through?" I asked politely and he nodded holding me in fixed
gaze.  As I walked away, I felt his eyes on me, and I hurried across the
chaotic construction site.

Even after I reached a long street that seemed to lead nowhere in
particular, I still felt the concentrated stare of the watchman who waited,
but nothing happened.


The next afternoon I avoided the perplexing place with its stranger's eyes
that repelled yet haunted me. A few days later, I found myself walking down
that street by the high walled warehouse and the silent construction
site. At the dangling gate, I paused as my heart pounded.  Stepping
through, I looked around and saw the cement stack empty.

"Hello" came a voice to my side. Startled, I turned and saw him sitting on
a rickety sofa under an awning.  He was a large man, with thick hairy arms
like tree trunks and a deep resonating voice. As before, his gaze was
penetrating but this time I found it hard to move my eyes away.  His
powerful build and bronzed skin were probably the product of years of
strenuous work on sites like this, where now he ruled as absolute king, and
where I his only subject.

"Hello," I replied with a voice so soft it could hardly be heard, and
turned away overcome with sudden anxiety and hastily crossed to the other
street.


It was the beginning of summer and the sun already blazed hot yet, next
day, instead of staying on cool tree-shaded streets, again I took the
lonely barren route by the construction site.  It was the intense
unblinking way he stared that exhilarated me but also filled me with
apprehension. This time he stood in the door of the office shack.  As I
approached his eyes followed me and I felt the rush of exhilaration that
his presence evoked.

"So hot." He said, adding soothingly "I have here a jug with fresh water,"
His offer rattled me.  Why did I accept?  Instantly the words came from my
mouth I was racked with regret and would have bolted were my feet not
curiously rooted to the ground. He offered me a drinking jug. I struggled
to manipulate it clumsily and, seeing my distress, he said "I'll get you a
glass, sit in the shade" he said, pointing to the sofa, as disappeared into
the office walking with a slight limp.  My instinct was to run, but there
was an authority in his deep sonorous voice that would not be denied.


In a corner of the sofa was an open magazine. I glanced at it and I saw
naked flesh and instantly looked away. I wanted to see it, but I did not
dare, expecting him to return at any instant. When he did not, my curiosity
overcame my fear and I took up the magazine and saw a naked man. Behind him
stood another kissing his neck and thrusting his arm around him and between
his legs. Stunned, I pushed the magazine away a moment before he appeared
at the door with a glass in hand. I blushed with embarrassment and realized
that I had an erection. He sat beside me in silence, I drank the water he
offered hurriedly. I was desperate to escape but now feared risked
revealing my erection.

"Do you like to read? "He asked casually as I swallowed hard, as he picked
up the magazine in his hands.  I was terrified he would offer it to me but
instead he rolled it up and set it down at his side as I willed the earth
swallow me. He sensed my nervousness and changed the subject.


"I read some when I have nothing to do, but I get bored and I like to chat
". I relaxed a little.

"You study, right?  I am sure you are a good student", he said not waiting
for a reply.

"I could not study, but there are many things I'd like to know. The other
day I read that everything around us is the result of a big explosion. Do
you know anything about that?"

As I happened, physics was my best subject and, as I began talking, I felt
a calm descend on me.  His eyes followed my lips and his mouth softened.
Sitting so close to him, I could not keep his gaze but lowered my eyes as I
continued to talk and noticed the big rough hands of a man accustomed to
working with bricks and iron. He still held the rolled magazine in one hand
but the other arm, covered with a mat of dense labyrinth of coarse hair,
lay on his thigh with its. Just inches below I could see a swelling in his
pants.  Could it be his penis? It seemed monstrously large. I did not know
my father, and had lived with my mother and a sister and was now conscious
of my own body, but I had no experience with that of a mature man. My
thoughts raced as I attempted to explain the origin of the universe but I
could not take my eyes off his groin.


"Take off your backpack. You look so uncomfortable and flushed from the
heat." he said, as he reached for the jug of water.

"No, I cannot, I must go, my mother will be waiting in my house," I blurted
out looking at my wristwatch. In fact my mother did not return before eight
o'clock.  In panicked confusion, I lept from the sofa. He rose too and put
a gentle hand on my shoulder, sending a shiver down my body.


 "Okay, but you have to tell me more of those interesting things" There was
a sincerity in his booming voice that convinced me that he sought for the
other, just as did I. This connection between us was far outside my
experience and it frightened, yet fascinated me. Standing tall before me,
his face was rugged and rough with stubble of a day or so growth and I
sensed the power of him.

From the gate I said good-bye, "Come back tomorrow" he called after me
holding the magazine in his hand.


As I walked to my house, the sun scorched the deserted roads as I burned
with equal intensity from inside. My erection had not disappeared. As my
excitement subsided, I lapsed into a depression and vowed never again to
return to that place. At home I took a shower and, after drying myself, I
went naked to my mother's bedroom and stood before the closet doors with
large mirrors. I scrutinized the reflection of my body, front, back and,
side. I sighed disapprovingly of my slim, partly formed shape and the lack
of hair that betrayed my adolescent body that doomed me to a lower status
at my school.

At that instant came an image of the watchman and how he looked at me.  I
imagined him beside me gazing at the reflection in the mirror. Instantly my
penis became hard and I hurried away into my room and dressed, but could
not purge the thought of the man watching me and smiling.


The next day, after school, I set out along the shaded street that led most
directly to my home but found myself crossing over to the road where the
constructions site lay, as if pulled by some cosmic force yet undescribed
by physics. As I approached the gate, I paused. The day was still very
hot. Within it would be cool, I reasoned, and I could drink a glass of
water and the man would be very happy to see me. I could talk to him a
while then go on home. I stepped through the opening and into this other
world.


"I am glad you came ", he said standing at the door of the office. "Come
and rest. Here is a glass of water ". Inside the office was neat and
cool. He motioned me to a couch that must have served for many a weary
workman. There was an aroma there that remains riveted in my brain. It was
not the feminine smell of my home, or that of adolescent boys that filled
my school. It was the scent of man, mature men, not boys, who sweated and
pissed and ejaculated semen. It hung in the air like a thick fog and I
breathed it through my nostrils in deep drafts. As I did I felt my penis
swelling. My heart pounded, my thoughts raced, but this time I did not flee
from them.


I removed my bag and sat on the couch. He stood in front of me to offer me
the glass of water. Taking it from his hand, my eyes were drawn to the
shape in his pants, I was hypnotized, it had to be his penis. I could see
the shadowy shape of the glan.  He sat beside me. "What are you going to
explain me today?"  My eyes darted about nervously not knowing where to
look. Had he seen me staring at his crotch?  I hesitated trying to collect
my jumbled thoughts and I felt the familiar urge to flee but I did not. My
penis was so hard that I had to hurt in my pants and I could feel the heat
from his body beside me.

"Touch it." he said, shifting his legs slightly and making the shape even
more obvious and available.  It was as if he read my mind. There was
nothing it he world I wanted to do more urgently was to make contact with
the massive shape. It seemed to draw me so powerfully like matter to a
black hole that I had described to him yesterday. "You want to. I know. It
is just between us."  His voice was firm and steady. Slowly I reached out
my trembling hand and lowered it onto the shape bulging in his trousers. It
was so warm and firm to the touch and so thick my fingers could not
encompass it.  I closed my eyes and felt him as the power from him surged
into my veins.  I had touched a man.  We sat motionless I stared down at my
hand gently coming to understand the outline of his cock that pulsed and
twitched as I explored it.


"You want to see it", he declared. I glanced at him without speaking and
nodded. His huge hands deftly lowered his fly and released the magnificent
monster from its confines. It instantly grew to its full glory from the
root in a jungle black hairs.  From it wide flaring gland a bead of clear
liquid leaked.

I simply stared taking in the folds of flesh and the exquisite swirling
curves that formed the flaring head of his penis. "You like it! It is a
man's cock".  Speechless, I drew deep breaths of the assaulting scent. I
looked at him and he only nodded as if reading my thoughts.  I placed my
fingers round and felt the heat and made the skin slid slowly over the
smooth hard shaft.


"Kiss it," he said, in a deep insistent voice, putting his hand on the back
of my head. I was at once shocked and thrilled to the core holding this
glorious thing in worshipful veneration.  I hesitated and felt his hand on
the back of my head.

"Don't be afraid if it" he assured me. "Just empty your mind of
everything. Focus on what your want at this moment".  Seeing a man's cock
propelled me forward as his hand guided my lips to kiss the beast that
haunted my dreams.  The instant of contact was electrifying beyond my
wildest imaginings

He slipped open his pants and revealed hairy crotch and big manly balls and
directed my lips to pay them homage.

 "Breathe boy" he ordered as I drew in deep draughts of him. Then at last
he allowed my head to rise from between his thighs. There now a few
centimeters from my nose was the flaring gland of his cock where a
translucent, pearl billowed.

"Taste it. It is meant for you." as he offered me the precious fluid and my
first communion. At once repulsed, yet impelled, I reached out to the
viscous offering and tasted the elixir. As my lips closed over the head of
his cock, he stripped off his shirt. I marveled at the beauty of his broad
chest that glistened with sweat and I reached up to touch his dark erect
nipples. The smell of his body intensified as he declared "You have not
seen a man before". Silently my eyes scanned the overpowering splendor of
his body that had been revealed to me.


 "Come boy, let me see you" he said raising me from where I knelt before
him. "Show yourself to me. You are so handsome."  Shaken at the interest in
me, at first I did not move. Then he began to undo the buttons of my
shirt. I did not protest as he gently slipped the shirt from my shoulders
exposing the slim frame and pale torso that I hated.

He leaned forwards and stroked my neck and brushed my nipples approvingly
then wrapped his arms around me and gathered me to his naked chest that
scraped my soft skin. His mouth sucked my lower lip, and as he thrust his
tongue into my mouth I tasted masculinity full strength.


 His hand groped into my crotch. "This is truth between us." He said
soothing reassuring words to me he began undoing my belt. As I watched
motionless as he unzipped my fly with one hand, peeled back my pants and
exposed my underwear. Already I was accepting his authority I did not
resist but accepted his as a right and proper thing.


"Oh yes, very beautiful" he cooed gently caressing my very erect cock.


Till now ashamed of my body, there was a rush of same excitement I
experienced when I hurried away from him and felt his eyes on my back.  Now
they devoured each small part of me.  He threw away my shoes and pushed my
pants off my legs.  His eyes were large lustrous as his big rough hands
slowly stroked my naked torso as if memorizing every mound and hollow of my
body. As he explored the curves and cervices, my skin became alive, as if
every cell were about to explode. This is what it was like to be touched,
contemplated and approved. I let his hands wonder where they wished and
offered no resistance but gasped. He felt my balls and weeping cock then
kissed my nipples. His hands dug into my buttocks, ravaging my slender body
with their muscular grasp, and slid his big, warm hand up the inside of my
thighs. My body shook as if in some frenzied convulsion of pleasure and
fear as I opened to let his fingers caress the sacred space between my anus
and testicles. My gasps and cries betrayed my surrender to his commanding
hands.


Even when the tip of one finger found and played with my anus I bent my
legs relinquishing myself to his art as he coaxed me instinctively to open
to him.

But then he retreated. He pressed his finger with my lips and I opened my
mouth for him and caressed it with my tongue. As his finger explored my
mouth he bent down and his lips brushed my penis, it was the first time
someone touched me in such a way. I cried out from the indescribably
pleasure. His slickened finger slipped from my mouth and easily penetrated
me. As it sawed in and out, my body convulsed in violent paroxysm and I
grabbed onto him and held him tight as my cock ejaculated. Stunned by the
exquisite intensity of my first orgasm, he held me close, knowing what had
happened and waited till the spasms faded and finally died and my body fell
limp.

Overcome with emotion I pressed my face into his hairy chest and sobbed.
He waited till the wave of sentiment to retreated then in his enfolding
arms he turned his my face to him and kissed me tenderly.



He held me in his lap, my face on his chest and wrapped me in his strong
arms. I had spent my love and rested pacified.  At last he roused me with a
kiss and said it was getting late. I dressed slowly as he watched me bathed
in the warmth of his regard.  I slipped on my back pack and walked to the
gate but then returned for one last kiss. No words came but with our eyes
communed.


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