OK, I was 26 and living in the really ancient part of this Spanish city. I'd just met a German guy nearly 10 years younger and we were "dick-tied". We got off on each others' looks and voices and bodies, I would bury my face in his blond hair and just inhale. We had the same sense of humor. There was intellectual chemistry. He loved what I did to him and I loved doing it. He moved in so that it could happen a lot.
I had two other people staying for a week in the attic garret studio I had, two girls I'd met the first day I arrived on the island several months before who lived out of Palma in the mountains and wanted to do the big city for a few days. I wasn't out to them, so I said Andreas was bunking with me so they could have his space while they were there.
That meant Andreas and I were trembling with lust to get at each other a lot of the time, and I decided on a plan to get us locked into the missionary position without the two chicks having to be party to the coupling.
I lived on the top floor, and there was a roof terrace above me. On this terrace was a square structure that was half shed and half skylight for the stairs, about 7 or 8 feet high and flat on top. It was just big enough so that if you got in the middle of it and hunkered down (and avoided the security glass), you wouldn't be seen either from below on the stairway nor from the terrace itself. That's where I took Andreas.
We took it slow. It was Spring. He undressed me and I undressed him. The noise from the Plaza would sometimes rise up to us as agreeable background to what we were doing. Sometimes we heard happy voices from the boys' high school a few houses away. We kissed and nuzzled and fucked for at least an hour and a half.
The next day a really nice neighbor lady who lived across the street asked me to come over for a coffee. She was a Spanish aristocrat, beautiful sophisticated and urbane. She said that everyone was talking about what had happened the day before and that she hoped what was being said wasn't true, that I had had something to to with it. Two boys had been seen engaged in sexual intercourse on the roof of my building. I asked how could anyone possibly tell what two people might be doing from such a great distance and she answered, "Por los movimientos", rocking a bit forwards and backwards in her chair. "But who saw these people?" I wondered. "Todo el Colegio de San Francisco."
The voices and whistles had been the 435 teenaged highschool boys playing ball on their city soccer pitch, on the roof of the school. I'd wondered when I first moved in why one of the buildings down the street had a big roof terrace with chickenwire fencing all around it, even a wire canopy on top, but didn't work out that it was the schoolyard 4 stories up.
One of the sportsmen had obviously noticed Andreas and me lost in the reverie of our first fuck for two days, and soon the whole school, apparently, was lined up 5 deep against the fence telling us how to do it, or to fucking stop being disgusting, or whatever. And neither of us paid the least bit of attention, nor even knew they were there. I said I had people visiting and that it might have been them, but I wasn't fooling anyone. It took a while to live it down.
I am sure some guys took that to heart...
