Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2011 11:34:27 -0600 From: Dale Dalton Subject: The Watcher IX 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 IX CJ returned to his bedroom two hours later. That was longer than usual but they had watched something they had never done before. CJ had no trouble going to sleep. + + + + + + + The sun was fully up when Ronnie awoke. He had that sudden shock of not knowing where he was, then remembering. Then REALLY remembering. Was that really what happened?! CJ was still in deep sleep. Ronnie noted his form. Lying on his right side, facing him. A slight curve to his body. His body. Ronnie knew those two words meant more today than they did a few hours before. Ronnie lifted the covers and gazed at the flaccid flesh tube he had brought to life last night. It made him stir and harden as he remembered the rock solid. Light brown shaft he had filling his hand just hours before. The splash of the ropes of white liquid as they surged from the slit at the top. The soft moans from a boy he had know less than two days. He could hear the house was awake, Ronnie dare not do anything now. Slipping out of the bed he went to the bathroom. He started running the water and took a leak as the water warmed in the shower. A part of him had hope, wished that CJ would join him in the shower. He did not waste time, though and efficiently washed and rinsed before turning off the water. Stepping out he realized CJ had not moved. Disappointed on some level Ronnie slipped on his clothes and headed to the kitchen. The table was chatty as CJ's dad and mom sat and talked over coffee and flashed a warm grin as Ronnie made his way in. "Good morning" Cal boomed. "How did you sleep?" "Uh, good, a real good, thanks." "I see mister lazy bones is taking the opportunity to stay in the sack. Were you boys up all night?" Ronnie thought about how they were "up"...but he had no idea Cal knew what he must have been thinking. "Uh, no sir, we were asleep pretty fast" Ronnie said as he looked at the floor. "You can stay from breakfast, sweetie. I will fix something for you" Cal's wife said. "No, that's fine, I will head back to the house, thanks for letting me sleepover, I really enjoyed it. I will talk to CJ later". "We enjoyed having you here" Cal said, as Ronnie headed out the door. If only Ronnie knew how much Cal enjoyed it. + + + + + + + "I'm home" Ronnie called as he walked in the door of Aunt Mary's. "Good morning dear" she chirped, "Did you have a good time?" "It was great, CJ and I had a good time and I hope he asks me to sleep over again when I come back." "Well it is so nice of CJ to ask you, since he is older and all, sometimes boys don't like to have younger boys around" Mary said. "But I think CJ is very nice". Ronnie couldn't agree more. CJ was indeed nice...in a whole other way. "I am gonna go take a shower Aunt Mary" Ronnie called as he made his way down the hall. Once in the shower the warm water washed over his young maturing body. Ronnie had his eyes closed as he pictured himself just next door, in CJ's shower. Ronnie's soapy had found his rigid piece of boy meat as he thought of a naked CJ smiling and climbing into the shower. With the barrier broken there was no reason to not have things progress just as he would like. In his mind's eye Ronnie felt CJ wrap his arms around him. Ronnie for his part would encircle CJ's neck and their lips would meet. CJ would push his tongue into Ronnie's mouth. The younger boy would accept the pink present and gently suck on it as they held each other closer. The water-tight embrace from shoulders to waist was loosened in the lower areas where their cocks would sword fight each other. Raging tubes of sexual dynamite looking to ignite. Ronnie feels CJ's hand reach down to cup his globes. Working hard to replenish the seed that was spilled last night, they signal their readiness with precum slipping from the slit of Ronnie's hard cock. The warmth of CJ's wet naked body is so real that Ronnie finds his heart racing as he leans against his shower stall. The beautiful wet light brownness of the boy who lives so nearby. CJ sinks to his knees. His hand wrapped around Ronnie's boy neat the tongue swiped across the tip of the young teens cock. The experienced hand cupping his balls. Massaging, coaxing, and calling the seed forth to deposit in his hungry mouth. Ronnie imagines looking down to watch as CJ moves forward and back, forward and back , taking his time. Using his mouth, but not speaking to call the white sweet fluid forth so it can deposit in his waiting mouth. Ronnie begins to arch his back. Slow pelvic thrusts signal the nearness to ecstasy and the young boy recalls the boy next door who has opened the door to t a world he never wants to leave. Ronnie jets his sperm out onto the shower stall floor, as his heart pounds in his chest. + + + + + + + + + Bedtime. Words cannot express the profound disappointment for Ronnie. How stupid. Only 13, Ronnie thought he had found what any boy that age wants...and older friend. A guy who thinks he is really alright. No matter what the age difference they could hang, they could talk. Ronnie thought it would finally be fun to come visit, he had found CJ. But after everything. Everything. CJ did not come over, did not leave the house. Crap. It was like Ronnie did not exist. Like last night never happened. How stupid, Ronnie thought. I was hot for him, and jacked off in the shower that very morning thinking about all the "stuff" they could do, or be doing in the future. How stupid. CJ was a jerk and Ronnie felt used. How perved out was all of this. Get me home, he thought. Morning can't get here fast enough and then he will beg his folks to never make him spend the night at Aunt Mary's ever again. Fuck CJ, what an asshole. Another perfect night to sleep with the window opened. Ronnie crawled into the crisp sheets. Mary had washed them that day. He was staying only tonight, but she had nothing to do and clean sheets were another way she spoiled him. The sunshine drying smell was filling Ronnie's nose. It was quiet. The last night of the October full moon brought its whiteness to the neighborhood. Clouds would pass in front of the light source and darkness would wrap itself over the space between his house and C...he didn't even want to think about it. But he could not help himself; he felt his cock begin to grow under the crisp sheets. He was 13 after all, he needed to feel gratification again. Even if the guy next door had nothing to do with it. Then he heard it Outside The crack made when a twig is stepped on. He was back. He was back! The watcher. The boy then moved back to just days before when he was holding his shaft. When he was bringing himself pleasure and a man was outside urging Ronnie on with his mere presence. Ronnie craned his neck to see out the window. There he was. A man in the shadows looking into Ronnie's window. Had he been there last night? When Ronnie was not home. Had Ronnie disappointed him? He needed to make it up. He wanted the watcher to see what he wanted to see. The watcher meant more to Ronnie than CJ or anyone else. He knew the watcher appreciated what Ronnie had and what he did with it. Hell, Ronnie had washed the window screen that was a testament to how much the watcher enjoyed Ronnie. Now out from under the cover and on his knees, Ronnie pumped his boy cock as the watcher looked though his window. Ronnie was pleasing him. Ronnie was pleasing a man, not some boy. Then he was gone! Gone! Where was he? Ronnie went to the foot of his bed and looked out the window. There he was. Relief washed over Ronnie as he continued to hold his boy hardness. He felt as his balls tightened against his body. The October coolness drifted in as this 13 year old boy who stood naked in his window while a man watched him. The watcher motioned him to come closer. Ronnie moved to the window until he felt his young naked thigh press against the bottom window frame. The cool night are pushed against his naked midsection and he knew part of him wanted to pull away. The he felt the warmth. He felt the moist warmth. Never had he known the feeling. The rest of his young naked body cool or cold, but the 5.5 inches on boyhood was encased in a wet warmth. Ronnie looked down to see his shaft disappear into the mouth of the watcher. Ronnie braced himself by holding the window frame. He was in his room. He was in his Aunt's house. He was consumed by a man who was standing outside his window. His heart raced, his senses were overloaded. How many night had he spent in his aunt's house. This room. This place. The watchers hands moved in across the threshold of the window. He felt their warmth as they touched his bare smoothness. Going farther they came around to the back and gently, but urgently gripped his soft ass cheeks. Ronnie felt the hunger in the watcher's mouth. The yearning in the way he held the young naked boy. As if he needed to hold him in place. Ronnie was just where he wanted to be. Looking down he saw the hungry mouth take his hard young bare stiffness deep each time. Breathing though his nose Ronnie was reminded of a snorting bull as the watcher worked his young boy meat. The watcher slipped his left hand between Ronnie's smooth pale legs. Rubbing the magic area below the boy's nut sack the shockwaves for the young boy were an experience all new to him. But it was hardly the last of the feelings. Ronnie closed his eyes and threw his head back as he realized the watcher was in fact standing outside his window. Ronnie then thought, had he put the screen back on the window after washing off the watcher's cum, this might not be happening. Oh he was so glad he had not replaced the screen. Now Ronnie was able to give the watcher the full satisfaction he must be wanting. The watcher's finger slide between his cheeks. Electric does not approach the sensation the 13 year old felt as the watcher's middle finger worked against the muscle ring. Ronnie's knees bent slightly, allowing greater access to what the watcher wanted. Ronnie was new to this. He moaned. He came. As thrust after thrust jolted him forward, the watcher pushed an inch or so into the most private place Ronnie had. All the while taking the liquid deposit of sweetness Ronnie was pulsing out. The moans of approval from the watcher as the boy's life creating juice poured into the watchers mouth, then throat and down. Instantly Ronnie felt his body cool as the air hit the moisture created during his climax. Ronnie continued to grip the window frame as wave after wave of pleasure moved through him. He never wanted the feeling to end. Ronnie was aware of the warm, now wetter mouth encasing his boyhood. Ronnie was aware of a metallic taste in the roof of his mouth. Ronnie was aware of the quiet now as the watcher began to remove himself from the scene. Ronnie was not aware of the figure with the night vision video camera leaning against a tree in the darkness.