NOTE: This is my first submission for Literotica. I dedicate this story for Ken Nitsua who kindly edited the draft before I submitted it here. God bless you, charming man. I'm a fan of your stories.
Comments are welcomed. I hope you guys enjoy the story.
I followed the fine-looking man the night he went home from his office.
He was finishing some paperwork earlier that day while I was sitting in front of him, gazing lustily at his firm chest wrapped in his tight-fitting suit.
Those big, brown eyes, which could hypnotize any man or woman alike, were covered by a pair of dark-framed glasses. His dark eyebrows furrowed as he noted down the mistakes on the last reports and typed at his PC.
I was trying to be patient while wondering how to relieve the stiffness in my pants when, with a heavy sigh, the man leaned back to his chair. I smiled for I knew it was time for him to call it a day.
He got up, stretching before taking off his jacket, going down, and doing some push-ups. God! Such perfection!
He kept doing his workout routine, completely ignoring me standing behind him, gazing at his bubble butt, wondering what it felt like to be beneath his hard body.
I was taken aback as he suddenly got up from the floor and made his way to his desk to pick up the ringing telephone. I got hard again from looking at his flexed right bicep. I swore I could smell the shampoo from his wavy, black hair.
"No," the beautiful man said into the phone. "There is no need for that. I think I am going to walk home this evening. Good night."
The man put his black jacket back on and swiftly went to the door as I tried to match his speed. It was useless for me to tell him to slow down a bit because first of all, I did not know his name—at least back then—and second, he could not see me.
Was I crazy to follow this man even though I was not on this side of life anymore? It was worth it, I decided. For his face was the only face I saw that day I departed this life and there was a mysterious need inside of me to watch this beautiful creature.
He gracefully walked out of the elevator when the door opened on the ground floor.
He walked out of the building, saying goodbye to the security officer at the reception desk. The moonlight made his bronze skin glow.
I followed him. I just couldn't help myself.
***
Remy decided to go home by himself that night. It had been a long day at work. His friends had invited him to a sports bar near the office, but he declined. All he wanted was a cold beer and a hot shower.
Remy liked to walk home to his apartment, located near his office building in the Sudirman Central Business District in Jakarta, whenever his restlessness came.
It was always very hot during the day. Remy liked the cool air embracing his skin and the wind sweeping his hair that gave him peace when evening fell in the city.
He took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one.
Suddenly he turned around. No one was there.
That was odd. He thought he heard someone. He observed the dark pavement behind him before he decided to let it go and continue his walk.
***
I was still following the man when he arrived at his apartment. As soon as he let himself inside, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, stripped off and threw his clothes into a pile of dirty laundry.
Wearing only a jockstrap—
fucking hot!
—he went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and grabbed a can of beer.
DON'T FORGET TO DO THE LAUNDRY.
Reading a note plastered on the freezer, he smiled a bit as he gulped down his beer. The man then went to the bathroom, turned the shower on and stepped in, letting the hot water pour over his hair and body.
"Ah, heaven," he muttered.
He took a washcloth and rubbed all his muscles. I could tell the man was admiring his own body and why shouldn't he? I would have stroked every inch of him if I were still alive.
And then I saw his sinewy hands descend and start to stroke his half-erect cock. His manhood, which was not very thick but long, pointed upward as his fingers caressed its blue veins.
"Oh fuck. Oh yeah," he murmured.
It was too much. The man was giving me a show. I was standing by the bathroom door, absent-mindedly stroking my cock, hard as rock.
I gasped a little watching the muscles work beneath his skin. His body writhed with pleasure as he muttered under his breath.
I had to touch him. I knew I should not—or could not, for that matter—but I came toward him, slowly closing the distance between us. I was beside him, the head of my cock almost touching his hips.
I faced him and opened my hands to embrace his body. His eyes were still closed as I pressed my lips to his and put my hands around him.
***
Remy felt something cold touch his lips while hot water was pouring on his skin.
He opened his eyes and screamed. Naked and wet, he ran to the living room and frantically dialed.
"Hello?"
"Lukas! Thank God! Lukas, you won't believe me—"
"Whoa, calm down, tiger. What's up?"
"I saw him, Lukas. I saw him! I was in the bathroom and his face appeared out of nowhere in front of me!"
"Remy ..."
"Don't! Don't tell me it was just a figment of my imagination. It was real, Lukas! You have to believe me," Remy said, tears falling.
"I am with a client right now."
"Lukas, please?" Remy's voice broke.
A moment of silence.
"I believe you, sweetheart. I will come as soon as I can."
Remy sat down on the couch in the living room, breathing hard. His hands were shaking as he reached for a photograph on a small table beside the sofa.
It was a picture of him hugging a younger, lean man from behind.
The man had a goatee and his eyes were piercing blue. Both of them were smiling in the picture. Remy's eyes looked straight to the camera while the lad glanced sideways at him.
Remy touched the man's face in the picture tenderly.
