I live in an apartment block similar to the one in Hitchcock's Rear Window, only my place is at the side of the building overlooking an alleyway where tenants put their bikes and stuff. It was added on at some point and built over some garages. I got it cheap as it has a very depressing outlook. The only thing you can see besides the alleyway is a kind of bunker, or gazebo or something. A Rumanian woman's just moved in there with her son. She does the cleaning and he's supposed to look after the plants and stuff. I haven't seen him up close yet but he's got a nice body and must be about 19 or something. I know he has a nice body as his bedroom is on my side of the gazebo.

The other night I stood on my balcony watching him. His is the only window on that side so I didn't have to worry that someone might see me. He was lying in the dark and looking at a movie. The light from the television cast a shadow on the wall and after a while I realized he was jerking off. The combination of the flickering light from the tv set and that dark undulating shadow made me hot as hell, especially as everything, I mean absolutely everything was bigger than life. At the end of it all, I had to go inside and jerk off myself.

The next night I was ready for some more action. This time he had the bedside lamp on and was reading some magazine or other so I could see him clearly. He was stretched out on the bed with his hand down his boxer shorts stroking his dick. At one point he looked up and saw me. I was smoking so the light of my cigarette must have given me away. I think it turned him on to have someone watching him because he suddenly slid out of his boxers and gave me a bird's eye view of his dick. After a while, he turned over and started humping the bed. Slowly and languorously so I could see every contour of his beautiful butt. Once again I had to go inside and service myself. I knew these were direct messages he was sending me, so I decided the sooner I met this heavenly creature, the better. After all perhaps we could enjoy mutual benefits.

The following morning I saw he was getting ready to go out so I decided to see where he was heading. I felt like the guy in that Brian de Palma movie. Body Double, I think it's called. There's something strangely exciting about following someone you don't know and getting to find out little things about them. Not that I'm a stalker or anything like that. Just curious. I saw him enter our local supermarket. Probably on an errand for his mother. But when I looked inside he was talking to the manager, or at least trying to talk to him. I walked nonchalantly in and ambled up to see what they were saying. It appeared he was looking for a part-time job.

He had what I call an "ethnic" face which made me think of the guy in Harrison's Flowers. Now that's a great movie. The only thing I didn't like about him was his eyebrows: they were the kind that met in the middle and reminded you of a caterpillar. His accent sounded Russian and he was obviously finding it difficult to communicate. "I speak little English," I heard him say. He smiled at me as I passed and I think he recognized me.

The manager was offering him a job as a bus boy. Said he could start immediately. I didn't like the sound of that. He'd probably be too tired to jerk off when he got home and I wouldn't get to see so much of his great body either. Besides I wanted him to get a look at my body too. I work out at least three times a week so I'm in good shape. I've also got a great dick, even if I say so myself.

However it hasn't been seeing much action lately. Ever since I broke up with my girl-friend. Seems I paid more attention to my pc than I did to her. You see I'm a writer. Anyway she was always hot for it and drained my inspirational juices. Drained my dick too. So it's been a dry period, so to speak. That is till now. I mean until I felt my dick stir at the sight of Mr. Ethnic going to work on his. To tell you the truth, I've not had much experience with men. I had what you might call a fling with my room mate when I was in college but that was mostly because we were in such close proximity all the time. Anyway it was always him who took the initiative although sexually I like to be on top.

What the hell were they doing in there. After all he doesn't speak much English. I looked through the glass. The manager was showing him the ropes. Shit, I'd have to find a new way to pass my evenings. Suddenly I had a brainwave. I walked back into the store and asked the girl if they delivered. They did. I hot-footed it home and wrote out a long shopping list, long enough to be worth delivering, and took it back to the shop with my name, address and phone number. Then I went home and lay in wait. An hour or so passed and the phone rang. I picked it up at once, my heart pounding. But it was the girl at the superstore. They were out of stock of some of the items on my list and the new bus boy had just left. Would it be ok if they delivered tomorrow. What could I say? I mean I certainly didn't want the old bus boy, now did I? So where did fate find me later that night? You guessed it. On the friggin' balcony waiting for the show to go on. And sure enough, at the appointed time, which was usually around midnight, when mamma was safely in bed, the show did go on and it was the best yet.

He gave me the full works this time. Came out of the shower wrapped in a big yellow towel and proceeded to dry himself. This time I'd had the presence of mind to bring a pair of binoculars ala Body Double. Now why the hell hadn't I thought of that before? He started with the full frontal and took forever to dry his back and butt. By the time he'd finished, my mouth was dry too and drooling for his dick. Then he turned round and put that fortunate towel neatly on the bed and lifting one leg at a time scrupulously cleaned between his toes bending down to examine each individual one and making sure I could see half way up his ass while he did so. I wanted to run on down there, jump through the window and fuck the living daylights out of him. Instead I watched. My dick was skyward bound by now and as I went in to get a cigarette I made sure I was in full profile so he could see what a rocket he was missing. After all two can play at that game.

I was just going to invent some other bit of erotic business when I heard his mother calling him. Sounded like she was half way through the door too, so I ducked back inside and turned out the light. He must have made a beeline for the bed for when I dared to look through the drapes he was sitting up talking to her. "Spoil sport," I thought but was real glad she hadn't seen us.

Next day I didn't go out at all. Just lay there waiting for my "delivery." It was a long time coming, too, so in the end I couldn't stand it anymore, and rang the store to ask them to deliver as soon as possible. It didn't matter about the missing items. I could pick them up some other time. I hoped and prayed they would send the right delivery boy. They did. Another hour went by but eventually the door bell rang. I helped him carry the stuff into the kitchen. I was shaking and didn't even dare look at him. Neither of us spoke either. The silence was unbearable. Then as he was putting the things on the kitchen table I walked up behind him and rubbed my groin against his butt. He put his hands behind him and grabbed my buns. He pulled me even further towards him. I kissed his neck and he shuddered. Then he said " I speak little English. Fuck tonight." His strong accent made the invitation sound sexy rather than vulgar. I wanted him now. I opened the front of his pants and inserted my hand. He didn't stop me. What I felt made me want more. He wriggled out of my arms, put his mouth to my ear, nibbled the lobe and said," Fuck tonight." As he left I slipped my latch key into his hand. He kissed me and suddenly I knew all that waiting had been worth it.

I'd fallen asleep by the time he arrived, as it was way past four in the morning. There was something really exciting about hearing that key in the lock . I'd never given it to anyone in that way before. Certainly not to a man I hardly knew. But the way he'd kissed me and whispered obscene endearments into my ear, made me want to throw caution to the winds. After all I'd been cautious for over thirty two years and was ready for a totally new experience.

I remembered a great French movie I'd seen when I was very young. It was called Angelique. There was one very erotic part I will never forget. The heroine was lying trembling in bed, waiting to be possessed by a man she'd never seen. The music rose to a crescendo as he made his way towards her in semi-darkness. I realized now that a film I had seen in my puberty had been preparing me for this moment. Fantasy was about to become reality. A perfect stranger was about to enter my bed. He found his way to me easily. I heard him take off whatever he was wearing and then felt his beautiful muscular body next to mine, or rather behind mine as I always sleep on my side.

He didn't say a word which made the whole thing even more exciting and I was still half asleep, so I wasn't exactly prepared for what happened next. He began to insert his magnificent dick into my ass. I didn't resist. The guy who always liked to be on top, now wanted to be on the receiving end. I'd spent too many nights watching him seduce me from a distance. I wanted him safely inside me where I somehow knew he belonged. My orifice was naturally tight and the pain I felt initially made it even tighter but all the time he was cradling my pecs and doing wonderful things to my nipples with his fingers so I began to relax. I worked my way down onto him and put my hands out behind me to grab his buttocks and bring him ever closer exactly as he had done with me in the kitchen.

Meanwhile his hands were making their way to my penis and he was letting it slide gently through his fingers like a fish. As I opened myself more and more to him he increased the momentum. We began to move as one, surfing the bed like a pair of dolphins. It was wonderful. Strangely new and wonderful. The moon was full that night and shining through the window. I caught sight of our surging shadows on the wall and wished I'd had a camera running to capture the beauty of it. Then we surged and surfed to a climax and collapsed on the bed. He kissed me tenderly and said, " Sorry, I speak little English." We both laughed. After all he'd done pretty good for somebody who spoke no English.