Ewan was not on his roof the next day because, like Xylophia, he was in Athens on business but it was only a single overnight in his usual hotel and the morning after, back home, he awoke with the lark. A glance at Ed's roof and then a very definite inspection of the holidaymakers' roof made before settling himself down. It was clear he was alone in the early morning light. Ewan had been thinking of the black girl in - and out - of her white bikini and wondering about the relationship with the girl in the orange bikini. He had not seen them in the street, had not established whether they were part of couples holidaying together, sisters with parents and possibly children or perhaps a couple themselves. There were considerable possible variations on the party holidaying. Ewan intended to find out.
He was amused at how he enjoyed playing the voyeur; had so enjoyed the Swedish couple and now these pretty black girls. His vantage point in the shadows was an unexpected bonus with the place he had rented. It had been a very good choice and the rent was not excessive.
The girls, though, had not been up and about on their roof top and rather than watching them he had settled himself in his chair in the morning sun.
Ewan thought it would be rather nice if the two girls were more than friends. He would very much like them taking each other's bikinis off and applying that sunscreen to each other's bodies. It would be a pleasing sight. Unsurprisingly, his penis thought just the same and up it rose as the sun did the same in the sky. Ewan pulled back his long foreskin and exposed his glans. He thought how peculiar it must be to be without a foreskin and be circumcised like his new friend. He looked up and over to Ed's place and there on the rooftop was that very circumcised penis hanging between his friend's thighs. Ewan had not seen Ed come out onto his roof, had been lost in thought - thoughts of naked black girls.
Ed waved and lifted his coffee pot and signalled, inviting him over. For a second or two Ewan was not quite sure about standing but Ed had, after all, seen him erect before - indeed, had they not wanked together only two days before? Ewan stood and acknowledged both the greeting and invitation, conscious just how much his arousal was on display. Ed signalled again, a clear query about whether the black girl or girls were out. Ewan turned and walked across to the vantage point but the roof was still deserted. Returning, with his spike not at all reduced, he shook his head and then walked to his stairs, feeling just a little odd at his friend watching him walking around erect.
Ewan did not quite, but he almost walked over to Ed's place with his penis still hard in his shorts. He was relieved to find by the time he was inside Ed's house and leaving his shirt, shorts and sandals in the hall, as had become the custom, that he was merely flaccid. It did not really seem appropriate to arrive for coffee like that, still less drop his shorts with his penis at attention. That, though, did not last. Inevitably the conversation as they sat in the sunshine came around to the black girl, a very manly discussion of her attributes and of the partially hidden attributes of the girl in the orange bikini. The response of both men was indeed, 'manly.'
Two penises lifted themselves up into the air demonstrating the necessary facility if they were to engage with the two girls on the loungers in the way they would like. An interesting discussion about which they would prefer and a general agreement that 'doing a changeover' would be best, swapping one vagina for the other and putting their cocks where the other's had just been. It had been a good natured and light hearted discussion which had got a little detailed and had clearly raised real thoughts in their minds. It was a, perhaps, not unusual conversation between two men.
Ewan found himself starring at Ed's penis. You saw your own from above with the glans all smooth and rounded but when seeing another man's erect, the glans showed its bifurcated side - if it was the normal penis that stood up rather than, despite the erection, hung down. Unlike his own Ed's was completely without mobile skin when erect, the skin of the shaft all taut and the plum of the glans so distinct and, actually, bigger in diameter at its base than the shaft - the knob overhung, curling inwards to join the shaft, the skin there on the lip, the corona. taut and purple, the skin of the glans pink. The circumcision seemed to have been done very neatly making it look like it had never been any different - had never had a prepuce. Even the fraenum had been cut away, that tiny sail of skin joining the base of the bifurcation to the shaft. It left the finial, the rounded knob very free from the shaft, as if it had been made separately and screwed or glued on later.
"Sorry!" Ewan realised he had been starring and thinking and Ed had noticed.
"No, please, do take a look."
Ewan found his own erection under examination. He had nothing to be embarrassed about in that department. He was respectably long and thick enough and he stood properly to attention.
"You know," said Ed, leaning forward, "I've never seen an uncut guy - neither hard nor soft. Freaky!"
A look of puzzlement crossed Ewan's face, "It's actually rather natural you know! The unnatural thing is circumcision surely! I've only seen a few 'cut,' as they say, in the changing rooms - and certainly not hard. To me having your knob exposed all the time is 'odd.' I'd have thought it uncomfortable, unprotected like that." He smiled, "hard or soft always looking ready to go at the girls."
"I am that!"
"Well, I think we both are!"
Ed grinned and, theatrically, looked around. "A bit short on the ladies this morning." His eyes returned to Ewan's standing penis. "I hadn't realised there was so much, um, loose skin. Seeing you pulling it all back to take a leak the other day was a bit of an education; so was seeing you wank - quite a different process from how I do it or how Xylophia does it for me."
The mention of Xylophia manually working Ed, the idea of it, did nothing to lessen Ewan's erection. He thought that would be very nice.
"I'm rather well endowed," he grinned, "leastways in the prepuce department. From what I've seen and gathered foreskins are not normally nearly so long. They normally cover the glans when soft but not completely when hard. More like this..." he demonstrated, "than how my extra long foreskin is, so, as you see, when erect the knob peaks out and, of course, when engaged in sexual intercourse the movement in the vagina slides it back..." he paused, "I suppose, actually, it slides to and fro in the vagina a bit as well. I'd not thought of that. I'll have to remember to feel if that is happening next time I... but of course being unattached that is not going to be 'anytime soon' as you Americans would say."
It was odd, to say the least, to be holding his erection whilst talking to another man and pulling his foreskin back a little and letting his knob peek out by way of demonstration.
"And to wank, as I saw you do, you slide your skin rather than your fingers?"
"Yes, that is exactly how I do it - normally! I seem to place the thumb on the top (from my perspective above it!) about on the lip here and my fingers underneath and then, as you say, slide the foreskin up and down the whole length of the shaft and out comes my knob. On the upstroke the movement hides the whole knob and then down I come again, varying the speed and pressure depending on, well, subject matter and nearness to, um, ejaculation."
Ewan was not just describing but showing. He was doing what he was talking about - sliding his foreskin: not, of course, ejaculating.
"For me," said Ed, "it is sort of a similar process. When I was first attempting the art of self-pleasure, I was not good at it. Not at all. I was shocked when I reached inevitability and gouts of semen rushed out. I thought I had broken something! Done something wrong or dangerous. But it felt so good, I sort of came back to it. The thought did not prevent me from trying again and again until I mastered it. Mastered masturbation, hmm!" They laughed.
"I didn't know about lube then. I dry-rubbed myself long enough I either came or got irritated. A blistered cock is not a pleasant thing for a 14 year old boy. To whom does one turn in such a case? Perhaps his teacher?"
They laughed again at the idea.
"Lessons in class in masturbation. Boys to the right, girls to the left. Please sir, why girls to the left. Is it different for them? Stupid boy! Can you imagine it, say after physical education, the boys standing in line all being taught to wank and then going to the showers!"
"A big pot of lube for all the boys to dip their fingers into," said Ed, "though perhaps not in England. So the skin is soft - unlike my hands - and doesn't need lube?"
Ewan found the discussion both interesting and rather stimulating. Discussing wanking and penises was not something you did every day.
"I like a Vaseline-like gel the ladies use to remove make up myself - in the States anyway rather than here in Greece. I do like the fluid lubes one finds in a sex shop, but they are hard to control and drip all over the place - a bit messy, not that that matters out in the open, like here. Moreover, they tend to dry out or get rubbed in, necessitating more mess. If I want to stroke for a long time, I do not want the distraction of having to pour more lube on. Hence the gel. You want to see? I'll get it."
