Date: Thu, 12 Dec 1996 16:07:09 -0800
From: behk@m4.sprynet.com

The Watcher

By Brilane

     Don closed the front door and walked over to where Lane
was standing." You here to keep a watch on me?" Don
asked. "No I am only to stay here like the General said and
if you are uneasy about that I can leave." "No, if you're
referring to last night I was a little concerned about how I
felt more then anything else." Lane sat down on the couch as
Don walked over to the large bay windows and looked out onto
the street. It was starting to get dark out and he was about
to turn the desk lamp on when he noticed that Lane had
fallen asleep on the couch. Don walked over to Lane and
could see that he was sound asleep. He decided to let Lane
sleep and walked over and turned of the other lights in the
room and walked down the hall to his bedroom.
     Don walked over to the large floor-length mirror and
took his tie off and then his jacket off, opened the door and
hung it on a hanger. Don closed the door and looked at the
reflection of himself. His tank top styled undershirt looked
good to him. Until last night he had not given much thought
to a man's body. Oh there were those days in college when you
noticed another guys cock for comparison to your own, but by
and large he never noticed others. Don looked at his image and
liked what he saw. He looked at his facial features and saw
a rectangular face and a crop of sandy blond hair and soft
green eyes. His shoulders were sharp in shape and he had a
little hair showing at the tank top neck line.
     Don turned and looked at the door and could hear Lane
snoring. He turned to the mirror again and undid his slacks
and hung them beside the coat and then closed the closet
door tightly. He looked at himself again in the mirror and
really liked what he saw. He had a nice built he
thought. The undershirt fit a little snug and show his
nipples clearly and he had on a pair of new white briefs
that his mother sent that are one size to small but the
outlined his sexual organs very nicely and Lane had on the
small thing they wear in his time and they did turn Don on.
Don then pulled off the undershirt and looked at his chest
and he started rubbing his pecks softly, letting his finger
tips brush his nipples and sending shivers up his spine.
     He had quarter sized nipples that protruded slightly
and his lower belly was smoth and fairly flat. Not the
washboard type of Lanes but nice none the less. He looked at
the briefs and could see a slight rise in the front
pouch, this was getting him turned on. He would most often
just lie in bed and jerk off and then go to sleep at
night. This self examination was something he liked. The
underpants were a new style abd they showed the crotch bulge
more then the others he had. He lowered his right hand to
the pouch and cupped it and gently massaged his penis and
balls. Don then turned to his right and looked at a side
view and looked at how the front of the shorts really bulged
outward and he could see in the reflection that he was
clearly circumsized, the large head showed clearly through
the cotton pants. He looked at his ass and liked how it was
shaped and how the white shorts made it look even more
sensuous The left cheek was well formed and it stuck out up
and had a nice curve to the shape.
     Don started to rub his ass and he started to massage
the front of the shorts while watching himself in the mirrow
and thought how sexy he really is and started getting turned
on to the point that he forgot all about Lane and started
thing about his old Harvard roommate who he use to watch
strut around their dorm room in his jock strap showing a
hardon and how he would rub his dick all the time. The gut
thought he was a stud and Don always felt a little
uncomfortable with him doing that. But now he felt like doing
just that. He walked over to his dresser and opened the
bottom draw and found his old jockstrap and went back to the
mirror and looked at himself again. Yes, he thought. Taking
off the white briefs he slipped on the strap and adjusted
the pouch and the ass straps. He turned from side to side
looking at how it fit. He was as well built as his old
roommate and he showed a better jock bulge then the other
guy had. He liked the idea of showing off, even if it was to
himself alone here in his bedroom. Don started standing in
different poses and rubbing the jock pouch and the left
cheek of his ass while daydreaming about how his roommate
lie on his bed and almost jerkoff threw the jock he wore all
the time.
     Lane woke up in total darkness. He set up and looked
around and realized that Donald had gone to bed. 'Well he
thought, he must want me to sleep on the couch tonight. I
can't blame him, I did get a bit carried away last
night. Don is handsome and has a warmth manner about him.'
Lane got off the couch and took off his tie and shirt then
undid his slacks and folded them on a chair near the
couch. He had purposely wore a pair of Calvin Klein's black
silk low rise briefs to appear more sexy to Donald Dwight
tonight and the guy went to bed on him. Maybe Lane had
misunderstood the previous night, or he over read the night
and Don was treating it like a one night stand.
     Lane decided to walk down the hall to the bathroom and
he noticed that the light was on in Don's bedroom. Should he
go in or stay out tonight. He chose to take a piss and then
return to the couch. He laid down on the couch and kept
thinking about what Don might be doing in his room. Could he
be reading or laying there masturbating thing of a sexy girl
that turned him on. Lane started thinking of how it would
look watching Don work on that nice nine inch hard cock he
had. He could just see Don's hands working that big cut
penis and those very nice soft balls he has. Lane started
getting aroused and he looked down at the black briefs and
could see his own nine inch uncut penis getting hard. He
liked looking at his crotch and loved the feal of the nylon
short he put on that day. Lanes hand went down to the pouch
of the Calvins and started rubbing his large balls and
started thinking of Don in his room doing the same.
     Lane's thoughts started to stray to other men and other
times during his sexual life and then he remembered that
night at Andrews when he was being watched by the young Air
Man from the other barracks. Lane had been out that night
and tried to get laid but had no luck but got a little
drunk. When he got back to his barracks he was undressing
and while standing at his desk, only in his snug fitting
jeans he noticed in the reflection in the mirror a young guy
standing in the window of the barracks next to his. Lane
walked over to the bed standing with his back to the widow
but lane could see the other man he thought was looking at
him. So he decided to see if the guy was watching him. Lane
took his hand and undid his jeans buckle and then raised his
arms up over his head and stretched his body while standing
on his tip toes. He hoped that the picture of his ass rising
and pushing out against his jeans, and the lowing of the
jeans revealing the waist band of his bikini briefs to the
kid. Lane looked at the mirror and saw the young guy move a
little closer to his window to get a better view he knew
that the kid was watching him and wanted more.
     Lane turned around and slowly slide his zipper down all
revealing the front of his briefs. He then took his fingers
in the waist of the jeans and pulled then down to just below
the cock pouch of the shorts. He them cupped the pouch of
the briefs and rubbed his cock and ball while taking this
right hand massaging his left nipple. Lane decided that was
enough to really get the kid interested in more. He looked
up and noticed that the kid had moved much closer to his
window so he could see better. Lane sat no the bed and
pulled the jeans off lifting his legs so the kid could get a
good look at his ass. Then lane laid out on the bed and
started rubbing his nipples again and rubbing his briefs. He
looked a little to see the kid hopping that the kid did not
think he had see him, he hadn't. In fact the guy had moved
close enough to his window that Lane could see almost all
the guys body. Not bad either. The boy was only wearing his
underwear and he looked good.  Laine thought this kid should
get a good show. He lifted his legs up and set his feet flat
on the bed and spread his knees wide, all the while rubbing
the balls threw the underwear. The lane took his other hand
off the nipples and placed it on his right ass cheek and
began massaging it. He was turning himself on as much as he
hoped it was turning the kid on. Hid hand would go from his
balls to his cock and back and the he took it off the balls
and rubbed the left cheek while the right hand worked the
right cheek. He moved that hand up to his nipple again and
started piching it real hard. Lane looked at the kid and he
was now pinching his own nipple and Lane could see the kid
had an erection starting in the boys white briefs.
        Lane then stretched out again and placed his fingers
in the waist band of the briefs, lifting his hips he pulled
down the bikinis very slowly and then lifted his legs up
high so the kid could get s nice view of the ass crack. Then
Lane laid his legs down flat on the bed with them about two
feet apart. He rested like this for a minute looking at the
window of the other barracks to see the kid now was close
enought to his window that Lane could tell it was the young
guy who was always reading at the ball field when he went
jogging in the mornings. 
        Lane liked to jog in the mornings and there was this
young hansome guy always reading along the third base
line. The kid would always watch him when he made his
rounds. After a couple of times Lane noticed that the young
man starting wearing nice tight fitting nylon running shorts
that have a nylon brief lining that show a persons crotch
bulge really niclely. From what Lane could see each time he
passed the kid, the kids crotch would become more
filled. Lane also noticed that the kid would cruise him and
the short tight bike pants he liked to wear when out
jogging. So this kid in the window was that kid. Lane could
see that the kid had a sizable penis himself.
        Lane decided to give the kid a good show. He took
the black bikinis and rubbed them in his face so the kid
would not see him looking and then started working his cock
and balls in a very sexual manner. The kid like-wise and was
doing the same exact things to his penis and balls that Lane
did but in the shorts. Lane liked his large uncut dick and
enjoyed pulling the skin back and forth in very slow
motions. Lane could see the kids chest rising as his
breathing quickened. The kid finally starting sliding his
shorts down to free his penis from the cotton briefs. Lane
started rubbing and sniffing a little more vigorously and he
could see the young guys penis was not cut and that turned
him on more. He let go of the black shorts and took his
right hand and placed it between his legs, lifting them, and
started playing with his ass and jerking faster on his cock
and watching the kid while doing so. The kid had both hands
between his legs working his balls and cock as fast as Lane
was.
     Lane was getting so excited by the idea of the kid
watching him he exploded without warning and let loose a
massive amount of seaman and got a face full. He looked at
the kid and could see he had just climaxed himself and was
really getting a hand full. Lane was looking straight at the
kid when he got off the bed and walked over to the
window. The kid looked shocked and stepped back and Lane
reached up and pulled down the curtain with a bug smile on
his face.'  
     Lane never forgot that and knows the kid didn't
either. The young Airman was Peter Holmes and he had the
good fortune to assigned to duty on Uris One. Lane laid
there on the couch rubbing hid black shorts and looked over
at the hall that lead to Don's bedroom. He decided to go
down the hall. Lane didn"t want to sleep anyway. At the door
he could hear Don walking on the floor then the foots
stopped. Lane slowly turned the knob and swung the door open
slightly. There was a small light on and as Lane looked
around the door he saw Don's back. Don was standing in front
of a full mirror dressed only a jockstrap, and he looked
great from this angel. His ass filled out the straps and it
made the cheeks look like melons. The crack line was perfect
and the legs made Don's stance almost god like.
     Lane could see the front of Don reflected in the
mirror. It showed him a little to his left side which Don
could not see the door or lane standing looking at him.
Don was rubbing his left nipple and massaging the pouch of
the jock, which had a considerable bulge in it. His eyes
were looking at his waist and it was evident that he was
having some kind of fantasy. Don was just perfect in Lanes
eyes and because of the way they met nothing could come of
it. Lane stepped back from the door and quietly went back to
the couch.
     Don had gotten so into himself that he didn't realize
that the door was opened until he looked to the left to look
at his ass again. 'Oh, he thought what if Lane should see me
standing here playing with myself like a teenager. Don went
over and closed it then went over turned out the light and
got into bed. Don laid there thinking about all that had
happened and hoped that his life hadn't changed to much. He
was thankful for what he had been given, a look into
tomorrow and beyond and to Lane for giving him a new side of
he never new. He felt close to Lane in a loving sort of way.
     Don fell asleep feeling good about himself and the
world he now knew.