Saturday morning and Ewan rose, as usual, to sit on his rooftop drinking tea. His penis rose, as well, to stand on its own as he thought about sexual things This had soon become his other habit in the mornings in Greece. It had not been his habit back in Scotland, not that he had had some private rooftop terrace there but, even so, the days would have been few when he could have comfortably sat outside naked in the early morning and pleasantly masturbated. The endless mornings of sunshine in a Greek summer lulled him into different things, the heat and the warmth of the sun on his penis seemed very much to encourage him and, despite the lack of female company, he was enjoying his sex life. Solo masturbation has no complications, no emotional entanglements or another person to satisfy and his thoughts could go anywhere and do anything.
He could imagine sex with a stunningly attractive film star, or being the only male at a girls' school (the result of some 'unfortunate' administrative error), or the male supervisor of a group of late teenage girls at a holiday camp or on a hike. Ewan rather liked the idea of skinny dipping with the girls. They wanting a swim in a lake or river and, being in their hiking gear and not having swimming things, deciding to go in 'naturally.' Him approving the idea and standing there watching (and supervising) as they undressed. He liked the idea of them clamouring for him to do the same and then giggling at the sight of his 'willy.' Naturally, in his mind, this led to them tricking him into erection - not exactly difficult to do when they started stroking their multitude of breasts in a rather suggestive way. The shear excitement of imagining himself naked and hard with a group of girls was quite something. 'Proudly erect' - the male with his 'horn.'
Nice to imagine rather less giggles and the girls looking much more serious as they took in the size of the thing (perhaps he imagined himself rather more endowed than he actually was); so nice to walk around the girls (supervising) as if there was nothing odd about being there naked with them and strongly erect. In his mind it had something of the pleasure he got from walking naked or being naked outside and erect - both with and without Ed. A pleasure in being manly - undoubtedly a sexual pleasure.
"Come on girls, into the water," said whilst his erection moved from being inches from one young girl to close to another. Naked bodies all around him and him the only male.
Ewan stood up on his rooftop. Of course, his thoughts usually moved from the swim, the pleasant swim with the girls in the water, to them all coming out of the water and inevitable remarks about how small his penis had become in the, no doubt cold and un-Mediterranean water - how shrunken! Naturally he got them to do exercises and a bit of running to warm up. Young bouncing, unrestrained boobs in the sunshine being a joy to behold: a joy bound to encourage even the most cold, shrunken penis to warm and rise. Exercising with them naked and erect - wonderful. The delightful exposure - and the pleasure in seeing all eyes glued to his erection. Inevitably there would be questions, a desire to touch leading to sucking - all the girls naturally 'wanting a go.' And, of course, they would want to see him cum. Naturally they would!
Ewan looked out over the town, conscious of his naked maleness but with no-one on Ed's roof or any other which overlooked him he was not perturbed. Lovely to be out in the sunshine. Lovely to stand there naked and erect. It felt just so good. He walked over to the water tank to see if the holidaying black girls were there. He had looked earlier when he first came on the roof but the roof had been deserted. It was still empty. A few pegs had been left on the line. Perhaps the girls and their men had already left, their holiday finished and were now no longer in Greece at all. Down in their holiday home the 'maids' might already have tidied, dusted, arranged the crockery neatly and changed the sheets ready for the next guests. The only thing showing the black girls had ever been there being the moved pegs on the washing line.
He stood looking over and thinking about the girls. About watching them on his own and with Ed. He would have liked to see them again. How nice to be able to watch them - ideally naked or best with their men doing things. To see them moving around with their lovely black shiny skin, wide hips, dark fur and not insubstantial breasts. Nice to imagine the men having gone home and they inviting him to join them - borrowing him for sex. Ewan had not dated a black girl. He liked the thought of seeing his pale skin against the dark and his pale erection sliding twixt black breasts and then between black thighs. He liked the thought of having the task of satisfying both sexually. Three in a bed or three on a rooftop. Plentiful sex. Perhaps taking them to one of his secluded coves. Naked sunbathing, naked swimming, perhaps the girls taking it in turn to suck his erection, all salty tasting from the sea. He was sure that would be nice - both for him and them.
But there was no one there to see. The door to the roof was closed and all was deserted. It had a strangely forlorn look to it. Ewan turned and stepped back out into the sunlight, once more forgetting to peek out to check no one - or more specifically, Xylophia - was there. It was unthinking and Xylophia was indeed there and this time her back was not turned. She saw him. She saw Ewan McStrawn in all his nakedness and, moreover, complete with a full 'hard-on.'
Xylophia's teeth flashed white in the sun as she saw him and nudged her husband in his ribs. Ed was there beside her. She was not alone. He raised his hand in greeting and despite his sudden predicament Ewan automatically did the same. To be fair, both Xylophia and Ed were as naked as he, no different from him except, of course, that erection. For the first time Ewan was seeing Xylophia unclothed. He had been sure her body was fine, had judged it through the thin wrap she had had on one morning and, indeed, through that pretty blue dress. The reality was not disappointing right down to the patch of dark hair between her thighs.
There seemed no shock on Xylophia's part, no hand to mouth, turning away or running for the doorway. No attempt at hiding her sexual attributes either, no hand dropping to cover her pubic hair whilst the other hand and its arm covered her breasts . Instead she whispered something to Ed and then reached with her hand not to her own sex but his and began bouncing Ed's cock up and down in the palm of her hand making its pink exposed end jump in the sunshine.
What had she said? Had she made some comment about his erection or perhaps suggested Ed should 'salute' his friend by erecting as well. Ewan had not thought Ed would but now rather wondered whether Ed had told her about their wanking sessions. Surely the 'docking' was not something he would have mentioned to his wife?
It was the hand on Ed's cock, the bouncing up and down of his penis, which prevented Ewan hiding himself. He stood seemingly glued to the spot, his erection not abating one jot as his friend's penis grew to match. It was a strange exposure. He and Ed had stood looking at each other before whilst naked, erect and wanking but this was different - there was a third person in the picture. Neither Ed nor he were touching their penises but Xylophia was, she was stroking Ed's erection with her fingers. It was there all firm in the sunlight. Did it mean he should do the same?
