Date: Tue, 12 Oct 2010 14:58:29 -0500 From: Dale Dalton Subject: The Watcher Part 1 Ronnie hated when he had to go visit his aunt Mary. She just didn't understand what it was like to be a boy, but since Ronnie's dad was no longer in the picture his mom just needed time to herself. On such occasions Aunt Mary was there to help. It was the Columbus Day holiday weekend, which meant no school, so Ronnie's aunt offered to keep him for the weekend. It was just 100 miles to his aunt's house, but a world away for a 13 year old boy. All of his friends and most everything he enjoyed doing would be far away. But his aunt had moved to a new house and maybe there would be some kids his age he could play video games with. His aunt was nice but didn't have many of the things a boy would want to spend time with. So Ronnie did the TV thing awhile and drifted over to the computer when nothing on TV could hold his interest. He had learned a lot about where to look for videos he enjoyed and more importantly, how to erase his trail when he was done. Since the computer was down the hall from the living room Ronnie quickly found he would listen for his aunt walking on the hardwood floors as she approached. That gave him plenty of time to minimize the images he was enjoying before she came into the room to check on him. The videos had sound, and Ronnie would find himself beginning to respond as soon as the images came to life. The images of men wrapped up and connected. The sight of the men sliding into one another as they moaned their approval caused his young cock to quickly stretch to his full four inches. Watching, he would press against his shaft and feel the tingle of excitement. It was October and Ronnie had just gone through that summer of discovery all boys pass through. The quiet nights in the bedroom after the house was asleep. Touching and trying different ways to bring yourself to the blessed released of the slightly milky fluid jetting across the smoothness of his upper body. Ronnie had seen the older boys at the pool, he knew that the soft carpet of fine hair above his penis would eventually darken as he approached manhood. But to Ronnie the light milkish colored juice was all he thought a male would produce, no matter what the age. Little did Ronnie know, he would find out differently before the long weekend was over. At 10 his aunt told him it was time for bed. She took Ronnie to the room that would be his during the stay. Fall was starting to fill the air and the weather was perfect for sleeping with the windows opened. His bed was next to the window that was near the neighbors house. Ronnie settled in and his hand moved to his cock nestled in his red briefs. The memory of the images on the computer made him harden quickly and he undressed. He loved the feel of the cool sheets on his young maturing body. Holdnig his balls, wishing it was another hand there got him all the more hard. It had been just last weekend he was at his friend David's house. They were helping David's dad doinging some chores. Ronnie enjoyed the closesness so much. David's dad was nice. He always had a quick smile, and a gentle manner. He knew Ronnie had no dad at home and he worked to make Ronnie part of dad- son projects whenever possible. Ronnie wondered how it would feel to be just with David's dad. The chance to have a closeness he could only watch on the computer. At first he wasn't sure if he heard a sound outside. Ronnie was lost with the slow up and down pumping of his shaft........eyes closed........up and down......up and down. He opened his eyes and pulled the coveres off so that he could admire his handwork as the moonlight poured in from the window. His aunt had opened the window about 6 inches so the breeze to drift into the room. Then Ronnie heard it again. It was a foot on the ground. He was sure. He looked out the window and saw someone standing about 10 feet from the window......watching! The watcher was still and it soon became evident he had a clear view of Ronnie as he worked his young shaft. Ronnie panicked.........and yet at the same time the hardness in his cock reached a new level. The figure was about 6 feet and clearly not a boy, but a man. A real man. The man who was not in Ronnie's life. The watcher was seeing what Ronnie had, all of it right there. Ronnie slowly pushed the covers down until his entire 13 year old body was exposed. Opening his legs slowly, Ronnie began to pump a little faster. The form moved closer. Ronnie turned his head to the left to watch and make sure the watcher was still there. He was. The watcher moved closer. Ronnie rolled onto his side so he could get a head on look at his boycock and see how tight his young balls were as he continued to masturbate. Ronnie was screaming in his head: "A man is watching me. A man is watching my naked body as I beat off." That was all it took, one, two, three........five...... six pulses onto the window screen. The air cooled the dampness from his body as he caught his breath. His erection did not go away. Neither did the watcher. Instead he moved to within inches of the screen and unzipped his pants. Ronnie's eyes grew wide as a seasoned hand produced his 7 inch cut man cock. Ronnie was transfixed as the voice whispered "Touch yourself". Ronnie obeyed. The watcher began to pump as he took in this 13 year old touching his beautiful maturing body. Ronnie began again. He could hear the sound of the gentle breeze. Now the watcher was pumping faster pumping . He was watching as the dark form watched him. The voice of watcher could be heard as he told Ronnie he was close. Ronnie saw the ropes of whiteness hit against the window screen. Moans of pleasure filled his ears and Ronnie saw the thick globs of fluid stick to the screen as he finished his draining. It was then Ronnie noticed a square gold ring on the right hand of the watcher. Slinging his hand to the side he threw off the jizz which had stuck to his fingers. Then he was gone. Ronnie rolled on his back and with new erotic energy opened his legs slightly pushed his rear end farther into the mattress and brought himself off wondering who the watcher was.