Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2014 12:10:50 +0000 From: alfredo garcia Subject: The Watchman , Gay Adult-Youth The Watchman (Part 1) By Alfredo Garcia Please, remind that Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html 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. Please, write me if you like this story, your comments encouraged me to continue writing. alfredo247@hotmail.com You can find more of my stories in: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/frauthors.html