Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2015 22:15:07 +0000 From: alfredo garcia Subject: The Watchman Part 3 (Gay Adult Youth) The Watchman (Part 4) By Alfredo Garcia Please, remind that Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is an alternate ending of The Watchman story In secret, private moments I was more certain where I must go and who would lead me there. I imagined a magnificent penis entering my body slowly, his breathing on my neck as I gave myself to him, wholly lost in the sensation of his passionate kisses. I felt his more violent thrusts, and mingling with my moans I heard him whisper "It's done. You belong to it now. Accept it and have no regrets. It is inside you now, a part of you." This is how I spent my lonely moments masturbating and desperately seeking a path to fulfillment. He had told me to come on Thursday and I found him already standing at the gate. He greeted me and said he had two pieces of news. First, with a smile he announced, it was his birthday and he had planned a little celebration. "I also have good news too" I interjected eagerly "I can stay late, because my mother will not return home until midnight." He closed the gate and, as before, and with a hand reassuringly on my back, guided me to the room. There was the familiar sensation of the cool air fresh air but this time blended with music. It was a song, I think Mexican, which my mother liked, called "El reloj". He told me to close my eyes and I stood trembling with anticipation as he undressed me pausing only to cover my bared skin with kisses. His hands seemed to know the most intensely sensitive parts of my body and would linger there till I drew deeper and deeper drafts of air and my body surged with life. He whispered in my ear saying how beautiful and smooth was my shoulder, how perfect and pink my nipples, how strong and slender my legs. Words, words, words burned into my consciousness as my skin tingled and my muscles stretched. Without vision the sensations only multiplied in strength. I knew what would happen I had dreamt it so many times. He repeated the ritual, spreading my legs, parting my buttocks and playing his fingers on my anus till I wailed from the pure pleasure of it begging him not to stop. Finally when he penetrated me with his finger, playing with my small prostate, my body arched, the muscles of my legs gave way but my belly became taut and I began to ejaculate, shooting my cum violently across the floor. Sensing the contraction in my anus he praised me "You've cum without touching yourself. You're a special boy." When the spasms finally ceased I opened my eyes and realized the room was prepared with a table with two candles, a bottle of champagne, some canapes, and a small cake. "Now you will be calm. You will have everything tonight and more. We are going to celebrate my birthday." Serene and in no haste, he sat me down and poured two glasses of champagne. We toasted and stared each other across the table. I had drunk a glass of champagne last Christmas at my grandparents' house, but today I would drink more than one. He offered me food and I basked in his attention but soon my head began to spin and he took me in his arms and lay me on the bed. When I awoke from my slumber I looked for him and saw him naked meticulously rolling a joint. "This will relax you," he said in a low voice, as he warmed the slender tube over the candle, then lit it drawing a deep draft then leaning over to offer it to me. I took the gift and put it too my lips inhaling inexpertly. He took it from me smiling "Will you dance with me" he said rising and revealing his muscled, hairy body and magnificent penis that hung spectacularly between his legs. He lifted me and I laced myself around him and we began to move in perfect rhythm to the music. He took a draft of the joint and kissed me blowing the smoke slowly into my mouth. This time I inhaled it fully and deeply and almost at once felt energized as his large hands caressed my bare buttocks. Emboldened, I slipped my slender leg slipped between his thighs making his now hard penis press against me, and his public hair brush my bare smooth abdomen. He took my lips impulsively and kissed me hard as my small hand closed around the shaft of his magnificent penis. "Tell me you love me," I begged. He smiled and lifted me into his arms and kissed me tenderly "Yes I love you, and this will be our night." He lay me back on the bed. "For us, this will be our special moment." He looked down on me caressed my cheek with his rough hand and by degrees took possession of my body till as I squirmed under his ministrations and my penis leaked onto my belly. His finger, more insistent now penetrated me, and massaged my prostate as I moaned and pleaded for kisses. The song "Besame mucho", sounded as his lips played on mine and his hands spread my legs. I opened myself to him and felt the press of his cock head on my anus. There was pain, severe stabbing pain. As he pressed and I bit my lip wanting but suddenly fearing that I had had underestimated its dimensions and cried out in agony. He withdrew and holding me in his arms. "I am sorry" I sobbed "I wanted to feel what the boys did in the pictures" "Yes I know" he said wiping the tears from my eyes and added "but you are not ready yet, but you will be soon." He rose up from the bed and went to the table where the joint lay and relit it. Together we smoked and drank more champagne. "You must trust me." He lay me back on the bed and put his mouth to my cock and made me erect again as I sighed with pleasure. He took my whole cock in his mouth, then slid down to suck my balls, then putting his hands behind my knees he lifted my legs and rolled me back baring my anus that he smothered with his lips. This time my inhibitions were gone and I began to whimper. Just when I felt I could stand it no more he stopped and withdrew his lips and moved to lie next to me on his back on the bed. With strong masterful hands he lifted and twisted me shifting my legs so that I squatted astride him He took my hand and placed it on his cock. "Lower yourself on to me. Do it slowly. Control it. There is no hurry." He spoke calmly. . I closed my eyes and did as he said. I held his cock and directed it to my anus. This time I showed it the way and letting myself down his cock exerted more pressure on my recalcitrant muscles and willed them to relent. There was slight stab of pain as they spasmed and I gasped for breath and then felt the muscle relax again and his cock head broke through the fortress and slipped inside me. I stopped triumphant that I had taken him and a tear slid down my cheek; he looked into my eyes and smiled. "You're a very brave boy, more man than most men." I remained frozen and felt the discomfort gradually retreat and his cock expanded inside me. He sat up and kissed me tenderly on the mouth, and pinched my nipples then slowly began to stroke my cock as I felt him siding deeper and deeper into me. . "Now it has happened," he said and gently began to move inside me. A huge wave of pleasure suffused through my body. The marijuana smoke enveloped the room, I felt slightly dizzy and a little dazed, as if I had a slight fever. I began to push my body with my legs into him impaled on him. "No, wait " he murmured softly in his ear."Just feel me inside you" He remained quiet for a time. Slowly my muscles gave way more and more as he caressed my body and stoked my cock as he gently rocked, planting himself deeper and deeper into me. "Does it feel right" he asked and I sighed and tightened my anus muscles just as his arms embraced me. We hung there connected, fused and our hearts beating in unison. I had taken his penis and he had claimed my body and we kissed. He moved and I felt him coming out of me. "Oh no" I cried but in vain he pulled his penis back and I felt it slip away. I let out a cry of desperate loss. "On the bed we will be better." He lifted my legs and looked at my anus then lubricated it "Be patient my boy we will do more," he said calmly disconnecting from my arms and my imploring eyes. He poured two new glasses of champagne, and prepared another joint. He turned the cassette and then began "Perfidia". With a glass of champagne in one hand, and the joint in the other, he looked at me with shining eyes, his cock had lost some erection, but I knew that it could be easily remedied. I took a few sips of my drink, and rested it on the table. I fixed my gaze at his penis, which slowly began to stand up again. Again I felt our communion I was very proud of the power my charms provoked in him. I lay on my back spreading and lifting my legs and offered myself to him as I had seen the boys do in the films. Wordlessly he took some lubricant on his hands and smoothed it on my waiting anus as I held my legs wide for him. "Kiss me then, and show me how much you want me" he asked. He looked into my eyes and slowly he sank into my body again. I smiled. "Do you like being inside me?" I asked cheekily. "More than with anyone in the world?" I asked irreverently. "Tell me I'm the son you had always wanted" "Yes, yes I love you you're the best thing that has happened to me." he replied "Keep this memory forever. But look into my eyes and listen to me!" I saw sadness there and it gave me grief. I wanted to relieve his pain. He began to rock penetrating me with ease. I felt good, very good, full and happy. Occasionally he stopped, and then I moved myself. My face longed for his lips and our tongues played passionately as his hands grabbed my erect nipples. He paused and hoisted me up so he could plunge deeper into me. I could not help a groan because of the long and deep entry into my body of my lover's penis. "Toda una vida estaria contigo? repeated the tape, and I repeated those words. He sank more in me and then with the rhythm of the bolero "Toda una vida." This time he fucked me tempestuously. I pulled the muscles in my legs and my belly, and a blast of cum came out of my penis towards our lips, the miracle had happened again, we sealed our kisses with my warm nectar as my anus contractions fired his orgasm and he blasted his seed. A deep hoarse scream reverberated against the walls of the empty building. I felt the contractions of his penis and his cum overflowing my body, and our cries of pleasure were marked in that building forever. Its future residents would hear it at midnight, and arousal would grow in their bodies, and they would not understand why. We lay there joined, at peace as one is some state of semi-sleep I do not know how long. But I felt him rouse and he said to me "You remember I had to things to tell you. Now we have celebrated and fulfilled ourselves I will tell you the other. This will be the last day we meet." I turned in shock and he held me but continued "My work at the building is ended. Tomorrow they will take the machinery, and move me to another city. But this was the most beautiful birthday." Overwhelmed by his words I gripped him as my thoughts warped by the champagne and marijuana whipped about. I wept for the ending and he smiled and kissed me to mark the beginning. At last, reluctantly we separated and dressed slowly. I knew there was no hope. He took me on his bike to my house, where we said goodbye without a kiss. He asked me for my name. We parted without more words, knowing both than that this would never happen again. Years later, walking with my partner Julian and our son in the park on a Sunday morning, I saw another family approaching us. There was an older man accompanied by his wife and two younger women about my age. His hair was white, and his posture somewhat stooped but still looked still strong and vigorous. Our eyes met in an instant of recognition then his gaze lingered on my son. We passed each other silently on the broad meadow. As each family proceeded in opposite directions, I pressed my hand on my son's shoulder. "Who was that man" Julian asked our son. "He looked at you as if he knew you." My son looked puzzled and shook his head. Later that night, when I lay drained and depleted in Julian's strong arms. I explained who the man was. Please, write me and tell me your opinion about this story, your comments encouraged me to continue writing. alfredo247@hotmail.com You can find more of my stories in: http://ww.nifty.org/nifty/frauthors.html