There seemed, to Gary, little point in worrying too much about dressing himself when gardening at Melanie's. Melanie knew he gardened naked, and Harry now knew too. That knowledge had been established with that initially rather embarrassing meeting between the naked, wanking Harry in his own garden and Gary walking in on him just as naked. They had then enjoyed a rather nice conversational wank together. They had got over their embarrassment.
Gary was just putting his tools together to go home having been doing some gardening at Melanie and Harry's when Harry appeared, home from work. A big grin and a wave when he saw the naked gardener.
"I feel overdressed!" Harry said.
"It's turning into a nice evening, Harry. You and Melanie might want to sit out."
"Melanie's away at her mother's."
"Well, sit out on your own with a beer and... you know..." it was probably what Gary would do later, and he had seen Harry doing the same before, "... have a wank!"
Harry smiled. "Caught once, Gary, I can't look all offended, can I? I might just do that." He paused. "I suppose I should offer you a beer, but you might take that as an invitation to wank as well."
"Beer, crisps and a wank sounds OK to me!"
"I don't know if I could. It's just so..."
"Pleasant?"
"What would my friends think?" Clear that amused him.
"Go on, Harry, go and have a shower, freshen up, and come back with the beer. It's nice getting it out and no need to wank if you don't want to. But I'll feel underdressed otherwise!"
Harry duly had his shower and came out without even a towel, his flaccid penis swinging under the tray of beer bottles and glasses. If his friends would find what he was doing a little odd, he knew Gary would not. The two men sat together companionably drinking and chatting. The conversation was just getting around to sexual matters, a discussion, as it happened, about the length of skirts on schoolgirls and the advantages and disadvantages of trousers which might well have led to other thoughts and ideas, perhaps about girls without either skirts or trousers, when the telephone rang. Harry ran for it.
Gary sat drinking his beer and enjoying the sunshine and wondering what to make for supper. When Harry returned from the house it was clear any plan to have another joint wanking session would have to be put on hold. Harry needed to dress and go out. Gary, though, had an idea. One he had thought of before. He had taken Melanie to voyeur upon their near neighbour Kirstie. Why not take Harry as well -- separately. Neither of them, Harry or Melanie, would mention it to the other. Only he would know!
He stood to take his leave, "Harry, would you fancy later, after dark, a spot of voyeuring?"
"Oh?"
"Kirstie down the loke has a bit of a habit of undressing without shutting her curtains."
"How do you know that?"
Gary smiled, "I was out walking one night and happened..."
"And happened to see and, since then, gone back more than once?"
"It is a good sight!"
"Well, I suppose... dark haired, isn't she?"
"Yep. A full bush. Looked quite something with Vegard's penis stick up out of it..." and Gary had to explain how he had seen Vegard come up behind her and poke his penis right between Kirstie's thighs and out at her front. "Looked like she'd got a stumpy erection -- rather like mine!"
And he certainly had. As Gary had described and remembered the scene, he had got an erection. The two men standing facing each other had, indeed, both erected. Two hard and swollen cocks before them betraying their arousal. They had seen each other before. It was not embarrassing. But equally there was nothing to be done with them at that point. Harry had to go out not stay and wank.
"Yes, I like the idea." He smiled, that he liked the idea was obvious by his erection. "I'll see you later, then."
"I'll telephone."
Gary turned one way towards the loke and Harry the other way towards the house. Gary walked out into the loke, after checking no one was there, with his stumpy cock up and walked through his gate and into and up his garden. So good walking in the sunshine with an erection. It is!
Harry too walked down his own path to his house erect. He even gave himself a little stroke thinking of the prospect of seeing Kirstie undress. But he needed to subside and dress himself.
Gary had popped out down the loke after dark to check Kirstie was in. Hopefully bedtime in the Naess household was at its usual time. It looked like it was. He telephoned Harry and arranged the meeting. Ten-thirty outside Harry's back gate.
Gary was there on time and so was Harry.
"I thought you'd be naked!" whispered Harry.
"I would rather... but..."
It was not warm enough to be naked for either. Harry had put on dark clothes. He had obviously been thinking of the idea of staying hidden.
Gary led the way down the loke and quietly opened the back gate to Kirstie and Vegard's garden. Within the garden not a sound. It would be unlikely either of the owners would be outside. Harry was a little nervous and had to be encouraged in. Up the garden path they went, Harry lagging a little behind as if ready to scoot at the slightest sound and then, there before them, was the bungalow with its back windows lit up. They could see into the lounge and see Vegard watching television; and into the kitchen where Kirstie was standing at the window, seemingly washing up, and indeed the hopeful men could see into the bedroom through its big window. All rather promising to the voyeur. Several windows to watch.
"Can she see us?" Clearly Harry a little worried, as he stopped dead in his tracks.
"She'll just see her reflection, Harry."
They watched Kirstie working away.
"She is a pretty girl."
They stood watching. Of course, part of voyeuring is anticipation. The hope of a future reveal. Waiting until it happens. They did not have to wait long. The washing up finished, Kirstie walked into the lounge and said a few words to Vegard and then appeared in the bedroom, immediately pulling her tee shirt off. No hanging around.
