Meeting on the roof

That day I woke up late, my parents had gone to work and I was left to my own devices. First thing, of course, I relieved myself, finishing on my chest, and went to take a shower.

This is what I took advantage of. I would quietly sneak up to the attic, and from there onto the roof, and, taking off my shorts, imagined myself on a nudist beach.

And, of course, during the day I masturbated several times. Feeling a huge thrill and excitement while doing so. Lying at home in bed, I never experienced that feeling.

So that day, grabbing a mat, cigarettes, and a player, I climbed onto the roof and calmly, naked, started sunbathing. The roof of our building is flat and you could easily walk on it.

The noise of the big city drifted up to me from below, but it didn't bother me much, and looking at the blue sky, it seemed like you were floating in the clouds.

After lying on my stomach for a while, I turned onto my back. Usually after some time, in this position, I would start to get an erection, and I enjoyed lying there with a hard cock. I wasn't in a hurry to masturbate, what's the rush, I waited for a stronger feeling of desire. And when it came, I would masturbate slowly, taking small breaks to prolong the pleasure.

I came right onto the roof next to the mat and wiped my cock with a paper napkin, a few of which I always had in the pockets of my shorts. After that, I lay down, and a pleasant languor set in.

Apparently, I was so enjoying the orgasm I'd had that I simply switched off, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a guy about my age (so, around 18) about five meters away. He was looking at me, and a slight smile lit up his handsome face.

"Hi," he said and came closer. I returned his greeting. "So, sunbathing?" I nodded.

Of course, he noticed the whitish, cloudy spots on the roof and the crumpled napkin.

"Mind if I join your company?" he asked. "My name's Sasha."

"Sure, have a seat. I'm Oleg." I had to move over, as he didn't have a mat, to make room for him. Sasha quickly took off his t-shirt and shorts, under which there was no underwear.

Despite it being early summer, his handsome body was already lightly tanned, and apparently, he sunbathed naked, just like me. He explained that he'd gone out to nature with friends a few times, and they sunbathed there.

"I like it here, on the roof," I said. "The sea is better, of course, where we're planning to go with my parents in a month. But for now, I have to make do with this."

We were lying on the mat, which was too narrow for two, and our bodies were touching each other. I didn't consider myself gay, but from our bodies lightly touching, I started getting aroused. I decided to get up and sort of stretch, walk around the roof. Sasha also got up from the mat and followed me. Reaching the safety railing, I stopped and, leaning my butt against the railing, started looking at Sasha.

Of course, all guys, seeing each other naked, look and compare themselves to the other. Sasha had well-developed musculature and a completely hairless body. Even his pubic area and perineum had no hair. Apparently, he shaved his equipment. Actually, I like it when guys are shaved, though I only shave my scrotum and trim the hair on my pubic area short. He had a beautiful penis with a partially covered glans and quite large testicles.

"Aren't you afraid someone might see us from the ground?" he asked.

"Don't care. It just gives me more adrenaline," I replied.

"By the way, two days ago I spotted you up here while walking down the street. And I wanted to meet you."

"Well, your wish came true. It's just that I, for some reason, hadn't seen you before." Sasha explained that they had moved into our building just two months ago.

"Where are you going to the sea?" he asked.

"We've been abroad a few times: Turkey, Spain. But mostly we go to Crimea, my dad has a friend there, he has a great house and we stay with him. Besides, there are excellent nudist beaches there."

"And your family practices nudism?" he asked with surprise.

"Of course. Why, does that shock or surprise you?"

"Well, it's kind of strange. A grown guy naked isn't embarrassed in front of his parents, and they in turn aren't embarrassed by him."

"Nothing strange, you just have to get used to it. Whole families vacation there and don't consider it anything reprehensible. We walk around undressed at home too."

"Interesting. Well, what if you get an erection on the beach, what do you do in that case?"

"Usually it doesn't happen – habit. But if it does happen, you run into the sea, swim a bit, and it goes away. And if the opportunity arises, you can always go behind the rocks and relieve yourself there."

"Sorry for the question, but have you had sex there?"

"Yes, twice with a girl. We've known each other for several years."

"And that's it?"

"One guy gave me a blowjob," – here I don't know why, I blushed.

"And which did you like more?" asked Sasha.

"Both are pleasant," I admitted honestly.

We returned to the mat and lit cigarettes.

"And you haven't had any more dealings with boys?" Sasha asked after a short silence.

"Just masturbated with friends, that's all," I replied. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you know... Sex, for example."

"No. Actually, I consider myself straight."

"Consider or are?" he asked provocatively.

"Probably am, if I haven't had sex with boys. Mutual masturbation can't be considered sex."

"That depends on how you look at it. In principle, it all starts with that," said Sasha and smiled mysteriously.

After smoking, Sasha flicked away the butt and said:

"I see you've already managed to relieve yourself," he nodded towards the drying spots in the sun and the crumpled napkin. I blushed but nodded. "Maybe you could help me with that, and I won't leave you in debt." He stretched out full length on the mat, giving me the opportunity to act. He was apparently confident I wouldn't refuse him.

"Faster, don't stop, please," he whispered and I understood that the finish was coming soon. And indeed, semen began to erupt from his penis like lava from a volcano. I wanted to stop, but he asked me to continue a bit more, until the last drop of juice emerged from his urethra. Then he moved my hand away and, continuing to lie on his back with his eyes closed, was apparently enjoying the high of the orgasm.

My hand was covered in his juice, and taking a napkin, I wiped it, and also handed a clean napkin to Sasha. The erection hadn't left me, I reached for a cigarette and lit up. Sasha, coming out of his trance, wiped himself with the napkin and also lit a cigarette.

"Thank you, Oleg. That was great." And he touched his lips to my cheek as a sign of gratitude. "Well, I see now you need my help," and he nodded towards my risen staff. "Come on, lie down, I'll help you."

Of course, I wanted him to masturbate me, and I lay down on my back. Sasha took hold of my cock and set about satisfying me. True, he did it roughly – pulling the foreskin down so much it seemed my frenulum would snap from it. But soon I started to like it, and the pain from the stretched frenulum brought pleasure. With his other hand, Sasha began to caress my nipples in turn, which made me completely bliss out.

All this had a positive result, I shook as if with a fever and I produced three shots in a row, dousing my chest and stomach with my nectar.

"Came great," Sasha praised me. He was still holding my cock in his hand, which was twitching slightly, and remnants of my juice were oozing from the urethra. Then Sasha started doing something that nearly blew my head off. He began licking the head of my cock and sucking the remaining juice from the urethra. I shuddered with chills, and if I had any semen left in reserve, I would have come again.

When the euphoria passed, I thanked Sasha for the pleasure he'd given me.

"And that guy who gave you a blowjob in Crimea, did he suck on your head?" he asked.

"Honestly, I don't remember anymore," I replied. "But I came in his mouth and he swallowed it all."

"But you yourself haven't sucked anyone off yet?" he asked me. "Don't be shy, tell the truth."

"No, no one. Honest." I was silent for a moment, then added: "Probably the right opportunity hasn't come up, and I don't have a close friend like that. We've only masturbated each other."

The time had passed noon. The heat became unbearable and the roof got so hot you couldn't stand on it barefoot. Sasha suggested going to his place, having a bite to eat and resting. Especially since they have air conditioning. We got dressed and crossed the roof to his entrance and went down the stairwell through the attic. He also lived on the top floor. I asked how he got into the attic. Just picked the lock, he replied: the lock is the simplest.

"Get undressed. Let's take a shower first," Sasha suggested. I asked when his parents would be back. He answered that they always come back late in the evening, so we have plenty of time. Refreshed under the shower, we went to the kitchen, where Sasha made sandwiches with sausage, ham, and cheese. After satisfying our hunger and washing it all down with chilled orange juice, we smoked, and Sasha led me to his room.

He turned on the computer and started showing me his photos, where he was pictured with his friends in nature. All the guys were naked and looked like real Apollos. Some photos were erotic: some of the guys had erections, some were masturbating or masturbating each other. One photo especially amazed me, where a guy, lying on the sand, was performing autofellatio on himself. Since Sasha and I remained naked after the shower, looking at these photos started to arouse me, and Sasha noticed this.

"I see you liked the photos and my friends," he said, glancing at my phallus. I nodded.

"Especially the one where the guy is sucking himself off," I replied. "Not everyone can do that."

"Have you tried?"

"Yes, but I can't get it in my mouth. I can only come and get it in my mouth when I lift my legs up."

"I also, unfortunately, don't have the flexibility my friend does."

Sasha took my cock in his hand and started massaging it. I also reached for him and began playing with his equipment.

"I have a suggestion," said Sasha. "Let's suck each other off at the same time."

To tell the truth, I didn't know what to say. I had never sucked a guy off before, though I had sometimes thought about it.

Sasha was persistent and laid me on the bed. He himself lay in a 69 position, so our genitals were opposite each other's mouths. He took my cock in his hand and started licking the head. I began to repeat his actions. The smell of his flesh added adrenaline to my blood, and I stopped thinking about squeamishness. Then he ran his tongue along the entire shaft and started sucking on my balls. I continued licking his head. Leaving my balls alone, Sasha proceeded to the main event and took my shaft into his mouth. I followed his example and started sucking his handsome cock.

I came before he did. This was the second time someone had given me a blowjob and so I was aroused to the limit.

With Sasha, I took longer, apparently due to my lack of experience in this matter. True, unlike Sasha, I couldn't swallow his semen – there remained some prejudice that it wasn't very pleasant. So his semen covered my whole face and chest. I had to go under the shower again and wash it all off.

"So, did you like it?" Sasha asked me when I came out of the bathroom. I answered affirmatively.

I started getting ready to go home, as my parents would be back soon, and I still had some things to do around the house.

"So, shall we meet again on the roof tomorrow?" asked Sasha.

"Of course. I'm there every nice day."

"Deal. And another time we'll go out to nature, and I'll introduce you to my friends."

"Great. See you." And we shook hands, saying goodbye until the next day.

BERLI.