Date: Thu, 4 Sep 2014 12:33:43 +0000
From: alfredo garcia <alfredo247@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Watchman, Part 2 (Gay, Adult Youth)

The Watchman (Part 2)
By Alfredo Garcia

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The following day was Saturday so there was no school. The exams were close so I
had much studying but my mind wandered. I relived the moments, and was both
flushed with shame and strangely and powerfully excited by recalling the kisses on
my mouth, and how I answered by sucking his tongue. The taste of him still
lingered in my consciousness. It was the first time anyone had kissed me that way,
and disgust and thrill tangled in my brain.  I could not banish the recollection of the
warmth that radiated from his penis, its hardness yet the silky softness of its skin.
My unseeing eyes fixed on the pages of my book as I fondled my cock through my
trousers. I wanted to masturbate, but dared not for my mother often came to my
room to offer me a drink or a cake but to check if I were studying. Still, I could not
banish from my thoughts the moment as his tongue danced with mine as his wet
finger penetrating my anus making me cum. I fought to comprehend how the pain
invoked pleasure in that instant.

I went to the bathroom and locked the door. I slid down my pants and my small,
hard penis jumped like a spring.  I took a little of my mother's cream on my finger
and, watching myself in the mirror, pressed it against my anus. It contracted
involuntarily but I massaged the ring gently as he had done and felt it relax so I
could let my digit slip inside me. I concentrated on in this new and pleasant
sensation, and began to stroke my penis. That was so good!  I moved my finger
around inside me, as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I imagined instead the
man standing staring at me with his big erect penis. He smiled and nodded sending
me his approval.  I was about cum when my mother knocked on the door,
wondering if something happened as she heard me moan.  I lied saying that I had a
stomach ache so she must leave me alone. But her intrusion had interrupted my
new found pleasure.
My mother prepared me a cup of hot milk, and I asked her to let me connect to the
Internet, because I had to check something for a school project. She watched what I
look at on the Internet but I had learned to eliminate any record of pages I had
visited but did not want her to see.

I searched and found a page in which had videos of sex between boys. Images of
naked bodies, kissing and licking penises, and also being penetrated clicked across
the screen.  Never before had I thought of my anus as a source of pleasure but now
I watched them and tried to interpret the emotions expressed on their faces. I
could not imagine something that big entering into such a small hole. I did not
understand how pleasure could accompany the pain that must be so great.  These
and other things I could perhaps clarify revisiting the watchman. I also wondered if
he might let me play with his cock, to caress it, kiss, and lick the liquid coming out
of the tip. This consumed my thoughts all Saturday and only diminished when I
masturbated furiously in my bed that night.

As usual on Sunday morning my mother and I went to church and afterwards took
a walk in the park. To my shock and horror I saw coming toward us the watchman
accompanied by a woman, and two girls, who I assumed were his wife and
daughters. Fearing that he could greet me, I told my mother that I had to go to the
toilet in the park, and I went running headlong toward it. I was washing my hands
when, in the mirror, I saw the watchman. He stood behind me; his hands slipped
around my waist and brushed his lips on my neck.  I wriggled free and ran from
him. He was left standing there in his Sunday suit with a look of bewilderment on
his face.  After lunch I masturbated, and I promised myself that I would never
return to the watchman's building. I studied hard all afternoon and when I slept, I
felt happy, but I could not help masturbating again, but I refused to think of him as
I did so.

On Monday and Tuesday after school I felt the desire but resisted the temptation to
go to the construction site, but Wednesday was again very hot, and my feet took
me to the only place where they would go.  I thought to myself, it would be cool
and there would be a glass of water and I would see the man with a hard and
beautiful cock. He would know how to caress my body with his big hands and
relieve the incredible tension that had built up in me.
 I arrived like a sleepwalker, and saw him standing there, looking at me with a
furrowed brow.
"What do you want?" he said gruffly. I remained still and silent, and my eyes
brimmed with emotion and I hung my head.  He waited for an answer but my lips
would not form the words.  Then, softening and seeing my predicament, put his
hand on my shoulder, then took my hand and placed it on his penis that I could feel
was erect through his trousers.
"Is this what you need!" he said, his voice now deep and low.  He stroked my cheek
and bent over to let his lips pick up the tear that trickled down my face.

"Come", he said, "but you must promise to obey." I nodded my head as I swallowed
hard.

He took me by the hand as if I were a small child and led me a room with a
concrete floor, unpainted walls and where a single bed stood alone.  Cool delicious
air flowed from an air conditioner that hummed in one corner.  He turned me so I
was facing him and stared at me.  I felt his power engulfing me and trembling with
fear and anticipation, a rush of blood surged through my veins to my penis.  With
the back of one hand he stroked my cheek. He seemed in no hurry, but I was
impatient for his touch and wanted to reach out and make contact with him, to
seek the warmth of his skin and experience the power of his body. He took my face
with both hands, and brought his lips to mine and brushed them with the gentlest
kiss.  He wanted to make me suffer with waiting; my penis almost painfully hard in
pants.
He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, I closed my eyes and felt the cool draft of air waft
over my skin and prickle my nipples.  I waited in vain for him to caress me like the
last time, but he methodically unfastened my belt and did my pants. I raised my
feet meekly for him to discard them. Then repeated the ritual with my underwear.
 An intense pleasure burned inside me as he opened my legs and my knees buckled
at the caress of his hand between my thighs and then his fingers gently
manipulated my tight little testicles. Slowly, one hand went up rubbing against the
inside of my buttocks to my anus. A moan escaped my lips as he touched the tender
ring with the tip of one of his fingers. I kept waiting for him to continue, but then
he turned from me, and he began to undress himself.
I stared at his body that was progressively revealed before me; his broad muscled
shoulders, the coarse black hair of his chest and legs, and finally his big, beautiful
and semi erect penis. He stayed there still, letting my eyes roam over and over him
while my cock pulsed with excitement. I was mesmerized by his beautiful penis
that slowly stood in its entire splendor pointing straight to mine. When I looked
up, he smiled at me. With one finger he picked up a drop from the tip of my penis
and brought it to my lips, I licked the drop with the tip of my tongue, then the same
finger took the precious fluid seeping from his sex, which he brought to my hungry
lips. His finger pressed deep into my mouth, I sucked ravenously the elixir and his
thick finder.
Then he opened his arms and my body was enclosed in his and his penis pressed
into my belly. I rubbed urgently against him wanting to cum immediately, but he
stopped my movements with a stinging whip on my buttocks. I looked him puzzled
but he pressed his lips to mine and gave me a kiss that left me trembling. As he
lifted me up and lay me on the small bed he said  "I'm not going to let it cum for a
very long time."

I tried to calm myself and I took a deep breath as he presented his cock to my
mouth.  Once again I tasted and almost swooned him, I wanted to give him
pleasure, and torment him with my touch, as he had done to me. His every act, so
often relived, were vivid in my mind I tried to replicate each one.  I sat on the edge
of the bed, and slowly I passed the back of my hand across his cheek and felt the
stubble scratch my skin.  I rubbed my lips with his, and then I walked around it
with the tip of my tongue. He opened his lips expecting a deeper kiss, but I just
licked him for an instant with the tip of my tongue  then withdrew. I stroked his
beautiful chest and his legs, then his erect nipples, then assaulted them with strong
pinching, alternating with soft caresses, kisses and insistent sucking.  His breathing
became deep and then soft moans escape his lips and I felt very proud and it filed
me with confidence. I then moved to his groin and gently rolled his testicle them
between my fingers. His penis flexed and liquid leaked from the tip and formed a
small clear pool in his belly.  I picked it up with my tongue, and brought it to my
mouth.
He grabbed my head and pressed hard to kiss me. Then I gave him a slap on the
penis and testicles, he yelped in pain and he let me go. Then I began to lick his
penis shaft and masturbated him with my tongue, my hands, my cheeks, my lips
until thick white creamy liquid hit my lips and cheeks and successive contractions
flooded my mouth with his sperm. I could not swallow all but I held him in my
mouth until he stopped shaking, then licked until his penis was completely clean.
Only then did I lie to his side, passing one of my legs over him and supporting a
cheek on his chest. He gripped me with his arm, and we both were still.
At last, I moved my hand to touch my own penis. It was soft and wet, and only then
did I realize I had cum. He whispered "You are fast to learn, and now I will show
you something" He turned me on my belly, and for a while he caressed my back,
my legs, and he began to focus on my ass, he spread my buttocks and the cool air
on my anus sent a shudder through me.  Then he caressed my anus with the tip of
his tongue. Flushed with embarrassment, I pulled away, but he pulled me back.
"Love what I'm doing" he ordered and made me relent. Almost immediately an
indescribable wave of pleasure washed  over me.  As his tongue pressed
rhythmically into me, I started to moan, begging him not to stop and the intensity
mounted. I pushed my ass towards him "Yes, take me, please"
"No" he replied, "It is not the time."  He said firmly as he withdrew his mouth from
between my buttocks. .
Then he turned me back, he stuck a finger in my mouth, I knew that he was going
to do, so I sucked and covered it with saliva, and while he penetrated me with it he
swallowed my fully erect penis and I ejaculated into his mouth. He swallowed
everything and I fell asleep.
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