Ed and Ewan continue their easy familiarity with each other as described in 'Across the Rooftops.'. Not gay, not perhaps even 'bi' but sailing pretty close to the wind, certainly!
*****
"Now you boys be good and don't do anything we wouldn't."
Froso and Xylphia were going off together with the babies. An Athens trip for shopping and the like, leaving Ed and Ewan to their own devices. A kiss, a cuddle with the girls, a smile at the sleeping babies and then the two men walked back to Ewan's place having seen the girls off. The early morning sun was already quite hot. Two men walking in shorts and shirts to have coffee together.
"Did you and Froso...?"
"Yes, there was just time before getting ready, the baby had not awoken."
"Me, too, Xylophia awoke with a clear need."
"Sucking your cock."
"Yeah! Best way to be woken."
"Beats an alarm clock!"
The key went into the lock just like the two men's penises had earlier entered their respective wives.
The enquiry had been somewhat coded language. It had meant, loosely translated, 'Do you feel like a wank?" A 'no' would have been a clear 'yes' to the question about the wank but as both men had recently enjoyed their wives the likelihood of the men sharing a wank was rather reduced. It was less likely they would, or be able to, share such a thing over coffee on Ewan's rooftop.
Ewan unlocked the door of his place and the two men went in. Perhaps it was rather unusual for two family men to casually remove their shirts and shorts as well as their sandals on entering each other's houses. Many cultures expect the removal of footwear and certainly the men took their sandals off but rather few cultures expect nudity when visiting friends, still less what they did next. Each reached out and cupped the other's ballsack. There they were, hanging slackly in the heat right under their soft penises, and the men simply took hold - holding each other's vulnerable testicles in their hand. It had become their rather odd way of greeting the other. A bit like shaking hands -- but only a bit. Even Froso and Xylophia had taken to doing the same on occasion, not to each other, not cupping their fur covered lips but the men's balls.
"So," said Ed, "do you think Froso's scent will still be there?" Ed dropped to a crouch in front of his friend. They had become very easy with each other since they had first met. There was an easy intimacy between the two. "Mmmm, Froso smells delightful. May I taste, as well?"
Again, an unusual act, taking the other man's soft cock into his mouth and gently sucking, tasting both the man and his wife's sexual fluids. Perhaps even stranger given the cock was soft. Ed let go with his mouth and rolled back Ewan's surprising long foreskin with his fingertips, revealing yet more of those shared fluids, and sucked again. And then Ewan did the same to Ed albeit there was no foreskin to roll, just the exposed knob recently deep inside the lovely Xylophia. A shared enjoyment of the other's wife. That was about as far as they went on sharing. They did not share wives, though it had not been unknown for them to fuck side by side and it could not be said that their cocks had not been passed around and mutually sucked, not just by their own wife or even just the women. It was all in all a close friendship but did not go so far as shared sexual intercourse.
"The girls do smell differently -- or, perhaps, better put that their scent is different." The two naked men ascended the stairs, naked and with wet penises swinging. "Good to think of them driving along with something warm inside them from us."
"Yeah, I like the idea too."
Two naked men in the kitchen preparing coffee and breakfast, unconcerned at their nakedness. Two men with a tray coming out onto the roof top in the sunshine and sitting drinking coffee together completely naked.
"Anyone in that holiday villa?"
"I don't know."
Ewan walked across the roof and into the shadows underneath the water tank and looked across at another roof where he had seen naked visitors on more than one occasion, though, often as not, the visitors were not only clothed but the better for it! Good, though, to see fine bodies when present rather exposed and even, on occasion, sexual activity. Ed and he liked to play the voyeur, they liked something to see or talk about when they wanked. It was, in fact, a good morning or their lucky day and there were things to see.
The woman was someone new. Perhaps there had been a changeover. A young woman in a pair of pyjamas. An unnecessary item of clothing really in the heat of a Greek summer. Froso and he slept naked but the woman's pyjamas were certainly not the thick winter versions, rather the contrary, they were of thin material. Had the sun been behind her Ewan knew he would have seen her body perfectly outlined as if without covering. She was engaged in moving chairs and tables around as well as looking out over the town. She even looked in Ewan's direction, but he knew he was invisible in the shadows. She could not see the naked man looking at her, nor see his penis rising as he looked at her through his binoculars. He had been fucking the delightful Froso not an hour before but already he was lusting after another woman: not, it should be said, with any real intention of getting to know the woman better or intimately, but rather with the mere thought of what, in theory, not practice, he would like to do. Window shopping perhaps: lusting after the pair of shoes or new outfit in the window -- or sort of.
The woman moved around and then settled herself with her coffee or tea beside her. She picked up her book and then put it down again. She looked around her and out over the town as if deciding on something.
"Oh, yes, do," said Ewan to himself and he watched with great pleasure, and an erect cock, as the woman undid the buttons of her top and pushed the two sides apart exposing her tummy and the valley of her breasts. She settled again, clearly enjoying feeling the sun's warmth on her skin. It was an enticing sight. The almost sight of a pair of well-shaped breasts was, possibly, more titillating than full exposure. Ewan thought it appropriate to go and give Ed the good news.
Of course, Ed could read the signs without even words being spoken. Ewan's upstanding penis told Ed there was something worth seeing on the other roof. He was on his feet even before Ewan reached and spoke to him, his penis also rising at the expectation of sexual activity and stimulation.
"A young woman, perhaps twenty-five, blond, already tanned, Caucasian, nice tits in pyjamas."
Ed laughed. "I wonder if she would like that summation." He shook his head, "Nice tits indeed! Let me see."
The two friends walked together, as they did quite a lot, with erect penises. They were used to being erect together. They liked that. They liked to enjoy their penises together.
"Yeah, not bad, Ewan, not a bad sight." And, as he picked up the binoculars, it got better.
The girl, clearly enjoying the sun, decided she could do without her top. She shrugged it away from her shoulders and out into the open came her breasts, rather white in contrast to the tan elsewhere. It gave a pleasing emphasis to her breasts, breasts that were jiggling as she eased the rest of the pyjama top from her.
"They're different sizes."
It had come to them not long before that a second set of binoculars would be a good idea so they did not have to keep handing them from one to the other and perhaps missing something really interesting. The two men stared as both binoculars and penises pointed in the woman's direction. "Yes," said Ewan, catching Ed's meaning "the right nipple and its surround is quite a bit smaller. Lovely pink. What is it about breasts that makes me so hard?"
"Hard wired, very hard wired into our brains. You just want to hold, fondle and suck. Nice neck too, would look good with a string of pearls. Gee, thanks Ewan." He looked down and then up at his friend. Ewan had squeezed lube all over the erect cock in his hand. The two men were happily wanking as they watched the girl and, whilst they were not yet giving each other a hand, Ewan had known his 'cut' American friend preferred to be lubricated when he wanked, indeed he kept a bottle of lube on the parapet next to the binoculars. Froso knew what it was for -- and the binoculars as well. 'You are two naughty boys,' she had said. They were indeed!
"A bit hot for those pyjama bottoms. Be best if she takes them off. What do you think, shaved or unshaven?"
"I hope unshaven."
"Me too. If we were over there we could take one leg each of those pyjamas and tug, ever so slowly and see."
"Lovely thought, her skin below her tummy button gradually appearing, will there be a wisp of fair curls before the top of her slit appears?"
"A gradual revealing. Lovely idea, Ed."
The two men worked their cocks side by side as they ogled the unsuspecting girl. It was a harmless pursuit. Ed and Ewan enjoyed wanking together, had rather replaced solo masturbation with a free and easy companionship. It was not, to them, gay, they were not romantically involved but were happy, more than pleased, to ensure the other got the greatest pleasure from his cock when not engaged with his wife. Probably the ratio was some 50:50 between coming together and coming with or within their wives -- but they did come a lot!
"Oh, look, look, look. What do we have here?"
What they had was a man joining the young woman. A man in a blue tee shirt and nothing else.
"Excellent. That's what we liked to see, exposed genitalia. He swings nicely doesn't he, Ewan?"
The woman put her book down and smiled.
"Good -- she seems pleased to see him. Oh yes!"
The young man was reaching and pulling the tee shirt up and over his head and, at the same time, he was erecting. In profile Ed and Ewan watched the man's cock jerking upwards into the air. A pleasing showing off by the man to his girl.
Ewan liked being able to do that in front of Froso, showing his appreciation of her sexuality. He could recall times in the past when he had risen whilst girlfriends had watched.
They watched the man's cock rising and peeling as closely as did the young woman. The young man could have had no idea what an appreciative audience he had beyond his immediate friend. Would have no idea how close the binoculars brought his tumescence to watching men.
