Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2010 17:02:31 -0600 From: Dale Dalton 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.