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"What's the worst that can happen?" asked Pete, poking his head trough the hatch leading onto the roof.
It was a wonderful sunny day, not a single cloud in sight, probably one of very few days like that left this year. Pete hoisted himself up onto the roof with no effort whatsoever. His big arms, by now glistering with summer sweat, flexed and reached into the hatch to pull up another boy onto the roof.
Fair to say that the other boy, called Yann, was nowhere as well built as Pete and really needed a hand with getting up onto the black warm surface of the roof. Once on his feet, Yann straightened up and shook his blond nordic hair. His silhouette became another impressively tall object in the skyline of the city among towers and roofs.
They closed the hatch and stood there for a minute, catching breath and admiring the unusual perspective of the city that you get from the roof level. All the chimneys, disused aerials and seagulls. The view was stunning and they took their time to admire it.
"It must be somewhere around here. I'm really curious how it looks like" said Pete.
This crazy roof climbing expedition was his idea and now he was looking around for the goal of their trip. Just as they expected, around a cluster of chimneys and rusty satellite dishes there was a water container. Something taken right from a western movie. It resembled something between a bathtub and a large open whisky barrel, just big enough to lay down in it.
They guessed it used to be some sort of fire safety measure, but instead of being dirty and full of algae it was white, clean and the water inside seemed fresh. Pete briefly contemplated why and who takes care of the basin, but decided to just be grateful for the way it was and accept it as a gift from heavens.
The whole story started a few months back, when Pete heard from another member of cafe's staff, that the main door key also opened the door onto the roof of the cafe. As far as Pete knew, no members of staff ever came here and he was very curious of whether the other part of the gossip was also true.
The same person told him about a swimming pool on the roof. While it was quite unlikely, he really wanted to check it out. And while this bathtub was not quite a swimming pool, it was more than he expected.
Now that they got here and the basin turned out to be real, Pete and Yann exchanged glances and smiled. It was only an hour earlier, after a short conversation during closing up, that they decided it was a perfect day for a roof expedition and that a gossip about a swimming pool deserves to be validated.
"I wouldn't call it a swimming pool," laughed Yann, going ahead and submerging his skinny, pale and buck naked body in to the cold water, "but it sure is amazing."
Pete was positively surprised by the complete lack of restrain of his Scandinavian colleague. As soon as Yann had spotted a tub full of water, he instantly undressed and jumped in. It looked like some instinctive reaction or a childhood habit.
"It is wonderful," Yann recommended again, "Cold, in a refreshing sort of way, and surprisingly clean."
Pete finished fighting with his jeans, took off his underwear and submerged as well. He hissed and shivered, as goosebumps took over his sun-tanned body. The water felt freezing and it would take such a bloody viking as Yann to call it refreshing.
They both sat at the bottom of the shallow water container and stretched their legs. The basin was too small, so they sat opposite each other, their legs touching. Even thou they tried wiggling and changing positions, to not be in contact, each time they slipped back into the position they started in.
At the end, the slippery surface of the basin made it pretty much impossible to settle in any other position than having their legs interwoven, leaning against each other's knees slightly. They both just leaned back and relaxed.
"I'm happy you suggested to climb up here," Yann whispered after a few long minutes of silence.
With his eyes closed and arms thrown around the edges of the tub he basked in the sun. His incredibly pale skin was slowly gaining dangerously lobster-like colours of sunburn. Pete did not answer, he was busy looking at his colleague in a whole new light, noticing little details that he never paid attention to.
Accident scars along his shoulders, subtle muscles of his lean torso, the pale colour of his pubic hair, starting around Yann's belly button and vanishing out of view into the semitransparent ripples of water.
"You know," continued the blonde viking, "I've wanted to hangout with you for a while. You seem fun."
Pete mumbled some inarticulate answer. All he could think of was his growing erection. While the initial temperature shock of cold water shrunk his cock almost to a size of a dried date, now in the closeness of another pretty body next to him, it just kept growing. Pete felt that any minute now his pleasantly warm, pulsating erection will touch the knee of his friend and honestly he was not sure how Yann would react.
He was almost ready to get out of there, but he realised it was not going to happen because of two reasons. For one, he was paralysed by the pleasant feeling of arousal and felt like melting into the basin and into the pretty body next to his own. The second reason, that slowly drifted into his attention - even trough the sun's reflection on the rippling water - was that he was not alone in his state of arousal. Indeed at the end of thin blond trail of Yann's pubic hair there appeared to be something beautiful, growing and making its way towards the water's surface.
At that point the blonde opened his eyes and looked into Pete's eyes. They smiled and slowly shifted towards each other, allowing their legs to intertwine more and slide, their arms finding support onto other one's thighs and backs. They leaned against each other and giggled. The simple beauty of that moment made them chuckle in happiness, embarrassment and amazement. Pete kissed first.
Slowly their hands found each other's cocks, as their lips started wondering around collarbones, necks and lips. At that moment there was nothing that mattered around them, only the blue sky burning with the merciless sun rays and the shocking contrast between cold water and their burning hot skin.
Soon, their laughter changed into gasping for air, then into moaning, and finally into muffled screams. Approaching orgasm, they both closed their eyes,blinded by the sun, allowing themselves to relax and release tension so completely. They half floated, which almost felt like being weightless in zero gravity, making each thrust slower, but also more fluid.
They both came hard and loud, one after another opening up to the experience of coming like never before.
Breathing hard, with their hands thrown over the edge of the basin behind them, they stared at something extraordinary. In the water's surface they could see the reflection of a blue sky, but right underneath the surface, two subtle, almost-transparent clouds of sperm made their way trough the clean water. They giggled staring at their cum in amazement, as strong summer sun rays made it look almost alive.
Yann woke up first and went to fetch his jeans. He noticed that the hatch onto the roof was opened. Just next to it, a naked blond woman stood by a pile of his and her own clothes. Yann stared, but against the afternoon sun he couldn't recognise her at first. She was unwrapping a long patterned scarf from her bunched up dreadlocks, letting them fall onto her naked arms, glowing orange in the sun.
He half-covered is eyes to see better and recognised her. It was Viki, the owner of the cafe downstairs, their boss. In the golden evening sun right behind her, Viki's ginger dreadlocks glowed in all the shades of brass and fire, her silhouette surrounded by thin frame of a halo. She looked spectacular and Yann absorbed every detail, completely mesmerised and speachless.
Yann didn't look particularly intelligent, staring with his mount open, but still she did not seem to notice him. In fact, they looked straight at each other, but she didn't seem to see Yann at all.
"Viki isn't wearing her glasses. Is her eyesight so bad without them that she can't see me eve at such a short distance?" he thought and looked at her naked body, taking in the shape of her curves and golden hair, this time without hesitation, "This is weird."
As Viki approached, she extended her arm towards Yann, which meant she did see him after all. As she touched his chest, her eyes opened wider, she gasped and she paused momentarily. Yann was confused, he suddenly felt uncovered, ashamed of his nakedness and his shameless staring at her sunlit body. A sudden blush that appeared on his face was hardly visible under the evening's sunburn. He wanted to move away, but she pushed him gently towards a brick wall separating them from the water basin.
As he touched the sun-warmed, rough surface of the bricks, it was his turn to release a moan. Her hand travelled down from his chest and he felt himself harden again. With an almost shy smile she dropped her towel and kneeled on it, touching his torso and kissing his belly.
"I was hoping, I'd meet you here Pete," she said, her kisses wandering down his hip bones and thighs towards his sex.
'Wait what?' thought Yann, 'Does think I'm Pete?' but the warmth of her mouth on him and the softness of her breasts leaning against his leg took away his ability to talk. He decided to play along and see what happens.
[to be continued...]
It was a wonderful sunny day, not a single cloud in sight, probably one of very few days like that left this year. Pete hoisted himself up onto the roof with no effort whatsoever. His big arms, by now glistering with summer sweat, flexed and reached into the hatch to pull up another boy onto the roof.
Fair to say that the other boy, called Yann, was nowhere as well built as Pete and really needed a hand with getting up onto the black warm surface of the roof. Once on his feet, Yann straightened up and shook his blond nordic hair. His silhouette became another impressively tall object in the skyline of the city among towers and roofs.
They closed the hatch and stood there for a minute, catching breath and admiring the unusual perspective of the city that you get from the roof level. All the chimneys, disused aerials and seagulls. The view was stunning and they took their time to admire it.
"It must be somewhere around here. I'm really curious how it looks like" said Pete.
This crazy roof climbing expedition was his idea and now he was looking around for the goal of their trip. Just as they expected, around a cluster of chimneys and rusty satellite dishes there was a water container. Something taken right from a western movie. It resembled something between a bathtub and a large open whisky barrel, just big enough to lay down in it.
They guessed it used to be some sort of fire safety measure, but instead of being dirty and full of algae it was white, clean and the water inside seemed fresh. Pete briefly contemplated why and who takes care of the basin, but decided to just be grateful for the way it was and accept it as a gift from heavens.
The whole story started a few months back, when Pete heard from another member of cafe's staff, that the main door key also opened the door onto the roof of the cafe. As far as Pete knew, no members of staff ever came here and he was very curious of whether the other part of the gossip was also true.
The same person told him about a swimming pool on the roof. While it was quite unlikely, he really wanted to check it out. And while this bathtub was not quite a swimming pool, it was more than he expected.
Now that they got here and the basin turned out to be real, Pete and Yann exchanged glances and smiled. It was only an hour earlier, after a short conversation during closing up, that they decided it was a perfect day for a roof expedition and that a gossip about a swimming pool deserves to be validated.
"I wouldn't call it a swimming pool," laughed Yann, going ahead and submerging his skinny, pale and buck naked body in to the cold water, "but it sure is amazing."
Pete was positively surprised by the complete lack of restrain of his Scandinavian colleague. As soon as Yann had spotted a tub full of water, he instantly undressed and jumped in. It looked like some instinctive reaction or a childhood habit.
"It is wonderful," Yann recommended again, "Cold, in a refreshing sort of way, and surprisingly clean."
Pete finished fighting with his jeans, took off his underwear and submerged as well. He hissed and shivered, as goosebumps took over his sun-tanned body. The water felt freezing and it would take such a bloody viking as Yann to call it refreshing.
They both sat at the bottom of the shallow water container and stretched their legs. The basin was too small, so they sat opposite each other, their legs touching. Even thou they tried wiggling and changing positions, to not be in contact, each time they slipped back into the position they started in.
At the end, the slippery surface of the basin made it pretty much impossible to settle in any other position than having their legs interwoven, leaning against each other's knees slightly. They both just leaned back and relaxed.
"I'm happy you suggested to climb up here," Yann whispered after a few long minutes of silence.
With his eyes closed and arms thrown around the edges of the tub he basked in the sun. His incredibly pale skin was slowly gaining dangerously lobster-like colours of sunburn. Pete did not answer, he was busy looking at his colleague in a whole new light, noticing little details that he never paid attention to.
Accident scars along his shoulders, subtle muscles of his lean torso, the pale colour of his pubic hair, starting around Yann's belly button and vanishing out of view into the semitransparent ripples of water.
"You know," continued the blonde viking, "I've wanted to hangout with you for a while. You seem fun."
Pete mumbled some inarticulate answer. All he could think of was his growing erection. While the initial temperature shock of cold water shrunk his cock almost to a size of a dried date, now in the closeness of another pretty body next to him, it just kept growing. Pete felt that any minute now his pleasantly warm, pulsating erection will touch the knee of his friend and honestly he was not sure how Yann would react.
He was almost ready to get out of there, but he realised it was not going to happen because of two reasons. For one, he was paralysed by the pleasant feeling of arousal and felt like melting into the basin and into the pretty body next to his own. The second reason, that slowly drifted into his attention - even trough the sun's reflection on the rippling water - was that he was not alone in his state of arousal. Indeed at the end of thin blond trail of Yann's pubic hair there appeared to be something beautiful, growing and making its way towards the water's surface.
At that point the blonde opened his eyes and looked into Pete's eyes. They smiled and slowly shifted towards each other, allowing their legs to intertwine more and slide, their arms finding support onto other one's thighs and backs. They leaned against each other and giggled. The simple beauty of that moment made them chuckle in happiness, embarrassment and amazement. Pete kissed first.
Slowly their hands found each other's cocks, as their lips started wondering around collarbones, necks and lips. At that moment there was nothing that mattered around them, only the blue sky burning with the merciless sun rays and the shocking contrast between cold water and their burning hot skin.
Soon, their laughter changed into gasping for air, then into moaning, and finally into muffled screams. Approaching orgasm, they both closed their eyes,blinded by the sun, allowing themselves to relax and release tension so completely. They half floated, which almost felt like being weightless in zero gravity, making each thrust slower, but also more fluid.
They both came hard and loud, one after another opening up to the experience of coming like never before.
Breathing hard, with their hands thrown over the edge of the basin behind them, they stared at something extraordinary. In the water's surface they could see the reflection of a blue sky, but right underneath the surface, two subtle, almost-transparent clouds of sperm made their way trough the clean water. They giggled staring at their cum in amazement, as strong summer sun rays made it look almost alive.
Yann woke up first and went to fetch his jeans. He noticed that the hatch onto the roof was opened. Just next to it, a naked blond woman stood by a pile of his and her own clothes. Yann stared, but against the afternoon sun he couldn't recognise her at first. She was unwrapping a long patterned scarf from her bunched up dreadlocks, letting them fall onto her naked arms, glowing orange in the sun.
He half-covered is eyes to see better and recognised her. It was Viki, the owner of the cafe downstairs, their boss. In the golden evening sun right behind her, Viki's ginger dreadlocks glowed in all the shades of brass and fire, her silhouette surrounded by thin frame of a halo. She looked spectacular and Yann absorbed every detail, completely mesmerised and speachless.
Yann didn't look particularly intelligent, staring with his mount open, but still she did not seem to notice him. In fact, they looked straight at each other, but she didn't seem to see Yann at all.
"Viki isn't wearing her glasses. Is her eyesight so bad without them that she can't see me eve at such a short distance?" he thought and looked at her naked body, taking in the shape of her curves and golden hair, this time without hesitation, "This is weird."
As Viki approached, she extended her arm towards Yann, which meant she did see him after all. As she touched his chest, her eyes opened wider, she gasped and she paused momentarily. Yann was confused, he suddenly felt uncovered, ashamed of his nakedness and his shameless staring at her sunlit body. A sudden blush that appeared on his face was hardly visible under the evening's sunburn. He wanted to move away, but she pushed him gently towards a brick wall separating them from the water basin.
As he touched the sun-warmed, rough surface of the bricks, it was his turn to release a moan. Her hand travelled down from his chest and he felt himself harden again. With an almost shy smile she dropped her towel and kneeled on it, touching his torso and kissing his belly.
"I was hoping, I'd meet you here Pete," she said, her kisses wandering down his hip bones and thighs towards his sex.
'Wait what?' thought Yann, 'Does think I'm Pete?' but the warmth of her mouth on him and the softness of her breasts leaning against his leg took away his ability to talk. He decided to play along and see what happens.
[to be continued...]
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