Ewan McStrawn opened his eyes. Already light was streaming through the gap in the curtains. Bright light, bright clear light. Another beautiful day. Unsurprising given where he was living and the time of year. Here on Priapus, one of the larger Greek islands in the long summer the sun always shone and the skies were always a Greek blue.
Stretching in or rather on his bed, he marvelled at the contrast with Scotland. As it had been all through the night it was far too hot to sleep with anything over him or, certainly, anything on. His long lean body stretched away from him down the bed complete with morning erection. He turned and downed the remains of his glass of water set by his bed. Always wise to drink plenty given how much he sweated. Sweating through the night, or not, there was still the need to empty his bladder in the morning.
He was alone in the bed.
Rising he padded bare foot across the tiles to the shower room. From long experience trying to depress his morning erection down towards the pan was a difficult task and it was so much easier to turn on the shower and step into the tepid water. Not so much bracing as cooling. Ewan reached for the soap and as he washed, he let himself go. For most men the very act of erection caused their foreskins to retract leaving their urethral openings free to release whatsoever fluid they chose to expel. Ewan's foreskin was different and exceptionally long. At school even his friends, and being boys not quick to talk about others' equipment, had commented on the seemingly thin fleshy tube at the front of his 'cock,' an extra inch or so's extension to the normal thing. He had always had to be very careful to pull it right back to expose his knob else he was likely to get splattered all over his shorts or trousers when he did a wee. Anything but a thin stream of wee would be the dramatic result.
Even erect his knob stayed covered until the skin was rolled back and so weeing erect was equally dangerous to weeing when soft. Caught in the folds of the foreskin the jet of wee would not so much jet as splatter everywhere. Within the shower Ewan did not need to worry. It was actually rather pleasant feeling the hot wee pushing out of his folds. In the shower it mattered not one jot where it went. Of course he pulled back when washing and soaping his 'willy,' doing it even whilst still urinating and feeling the hotness of his wee in his hand. It was a lot hotter than the shower water.
Freshened and newly washed, he stepped out of the shower barely bothering to run a towel over his body. In the heat of the early morning the water would evaporate very, very quickly.
Ewan was not on holiday. He had come to Greece to work, though it was as close to a holiday as work could be. It was such a pleasure to be in such a beautiful and hot land. He loved the country, the people and the food. It would have been nice to have shared it with someone else but he was, at the time, without a 'significant other.' His last relationship had ended and that was, in many ways, why he was there. It had been best to get away and do something different. Not that the break-up had been acrimonious. It had been mutual. She had gone her way and he his - he to Greece in fact.
One of the many delights was to be able to sit on the roof of the house he had rented, a flat roof with enclosing parapet, and enjoy a mug of tea and then breakfast in the open air before setting to work. So different from the breakfast table in his flat back in Edinburgh - a fine city, but it did rain a lot - which did rather dampen things together with all the depressing news of the morning newspaper.
Ewan climbed the stone spiral and stepped out through the door onto his roof. Already the sun was bright even if casting long shadows from being still low in the sky. It was a pleasingly private roof top, particularly given the low parapet. The privacy was just as well as he did not bother about trousers, shorts or pants. Had anyone been looking from one of the few rooftops sufficiently high to see beyond the parapet they would have observed he was inappropriately undressed. It was Greece after all. They would have observed his 'todger' swinging, indeed would have been drawn to it by the mass of ginger curls behind. His was not the dark colouring of the Greek but the orange of the Celt. His prepuce, long and tapering would, no doubt, have caught the eye. To an Ancient Greek it would have had a pleasingly modest effect, most definitely obscuring the rude glans, but to the modern eye would perhaps look unusual.
Ewan settled himself in a chair he had long ago brought up the stairs and looked around him. It was not quite bright enough for dark glasses and his American baseball cap, but it would not be long before he needed to don those. It was fairly peaceful. He could hear a few cars down in the streets but otherwise it was birdsong and some sound of boats in the harbour. The white of the painted concrete parapet surrounded him and, over it, the roofscape of much of the town was set out below him. It was a pretty sight. A good looking town and he enjoyed following the roofs of the houses with his eye and knowing the snaking roads they bordered. He knew the whole town and could follow it from above, know which shops were where, the location of the tavernas. It was a good place.
A shame indeed not having someone to share the delight. It was a trifle lonely but Ewan was not terribly worried by that. It was somewhat his choice to have a time alone. All the same a bit of female companionship would be nice. Perhaps for a meal in a tavern or... well, yes indeed, 'or.' His thoughts drifted to the holidaying couple he had noticed a few times in the street though, unsurprisingly, his thoughts were rather more on the girl. Leggy and blond, seemingly with a preference for lightweight dresses. No doubt cool in the heat. Nice to see the white or pink cotton ending half way down her thigh. He had to be careful not to look too closely as he had passed them a few times in the street, enough to say 'Good morning' or 'Good afternoon.' Careful because of course he had been looking at her cleavage. They were just breasts of course and he could see plenty of those if he went to the right beach where a lot of women went topless. But there was something about the half stolen glimpse which drew the eye. He doubted he was alone. Half the men nearby had probably done the same thing.
It would have been good to have seen more, of course, or better still helped her husband or boyfriend undo the buttons at the back of the dress. Had they asked - but how were they to know to ask - he could have taken them to perfect secluded little bays where they could have swum and picnicked all day, almost certainly alone. They could have had a perfect day, a memorable day perhaps the best of their holiday, and, really, would it have been much of a payment by way of thanks to have let him watch their love making on the sand and in the sea and perhaps let him have his own turn between the girl's long thighs or between her rather full lips? What would it have mattered? The freedom and pleasure so good, of a day of sand, sea and sex with a good chilled bottle of wine thrown in for good measure and freshly baked Daktyla. What would it have mattered if he had joined in for a day? Would the man not have liked to have seen his wife or girlfriend penetrated by another man, would he not have enjoyed seeing her lips around a different penis - playing the voyeur? Would the man, and indeed the woman, not have enjoyed the fun of having and seeing one penis in her vagina and one in her mouth at the same time? A bit of swopping around in the sunshine? Wet, swollen, fine male organs.
Ewan smiled, took a sip of tea, and thought how improbable that would be. It was not what people did. He stood and looked around again. He had always had a hope that he might see someone like himself naked on the rooftops. His space might be pretty private but that did not mean other roof tops were private. Yet all he had seen was middle aged or elderly women hanging out the washing and very much clothed. He was not at all averse to seeing, instead, young women naked, hanging out the washing or anything else, indeed his thoughts before breakfast often went that way. It was not exactly unpleasant to lean back in his chair as the sun beat down hot upon him and 'beat' himself off, given he had no woman to do it for him.
It was no different that morning. No one to be seen on any of the roof tops. Ewan turned and walked between the supports for the big water tank on the roof. It was a rather enclosed space and afforded a view the other way across the town. His patience was finally rewarded. To his surprise there was another person out on a rooftop. Not that close, but as distinct as anything in the clear morning light. Not just a figure but a naked figure, not some man like him but a woman, not some older woman but a young woman - in fact the leggy blond girl whose blouse he had looked down a few times. It was not now a matter of looking down a blouse and seeing a valley and the adjacent soft and curvy mounding indicating, but only partly revealing, two breasts but, instead, the two items entire. Pleasingly full, nipples on display and jiggling a bit as she engaged in the prosaic task of, yes, hanging out washing. A delightful stretching and bodily movement. There was evidently no dye at all involved in her hair colour unless, that is, she dyed rather more than the hair on her head. Her legs were, he knew, long but he could now see where they came together.
It is a nice thing to wank but it is really good to feel a spontaneous erection. And Ewan immediately had one of those. A spontaneous erection as hard as he had been when he had awoken that morning. It was the full engorgement, not another millilitre of blood could have been pumped into his penis without a significant rise in blood pressure! The girl was lovely, even hanging out the washing. Ewan found the sight erotically pleasing. He would like to have been there with her making a nuisance of himself.
She clearly had more washing to hang and was not going to move from the roof any time soon. Ewan made his decision, turned and ran across his rooftop to retrieve his binoculars from down below. Across the roof, down the stairs and then back up again all with an erection bobbing around. The young woman had not gone, indeed was bending for another towel as he returned. As she straightened he focused in. Ewan was unworried about being seen. He was in shade and would be invisible to the girl even if she looked in his direction. She would not see the tall man she had met in the street, naked, grinning and pointing a pair of binoculars at her. She would not see the voyeur with the erection.
