07-11-2025, 01:52 PM
Pat 1
Finally summer vacation. The last ones I'll have. Somehow, today everyone was in an even greater hurry to flee from our nice, little concrete bunker, also known as school. Well, it wasn't that little after all. But that doesn't really interest anyone anyway, because somehow everyone finds school to...
I digress from the topic. So on with the text. I was just on my way to my bike when I suddenly got a blow in the ribs. I turned around and there was Thomas standing in front of me.
“Hey Sammy, are you excited yet?”
“Yes, what do you think?”
"So, I'll be at yours at one o'clock.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, we agreed on that.“
Tommy looked at me with that questioning look, because I really didn't sound very pleased, and then he started to get on my nerves.
”What's the matter, did I do something to you, or did a cat get your tongue?”
“No, everything's fine, but I just want to go home and eat, we can talk more later, right?“
”It's okay. I was just wondering if I did something wrong?!“
”It's not you, but I don't want to talk about it here.”
Well, he had apparently just accepted that, because he said “see you” and then he was gone. In the meantime, I had grabbed my bike and swung myself onto it. More or less energetically, I set off and eventually arrived home.
As I unlocked the door, a pleasant smell wafted into my nose. Lasagna, my favorite. My mother had really outdone herself today.
“Hi, Mom, I'm back!”
"And I thought Santa Claus was at the door.”
That made me grin. Well, so much for my mother. Always ready for a joke. But that's how it was with us all the time. Because I'm not one to let such sayings get me down.
“That would have been fine with you. And ideally with Knecht Ruprecht and his rod, right?”
"Don't get cheeky with me, little one, or you'll get a smack.”
Well, little was good, but the grin on her face told me that she didn't mean it. So I sat down to eat, and while I was munching my really large portion of lasagna, my mother stared at me and wondered if I needed that much to eat, since after all, I was 6'4”. But anyone my age will surely know how important it is to always get enough to eat.
That reminds me, I haven't introduced myself yet. You already know my name, or rather what everyone calls me, because according to my ID card my name is Johannes Markus Samuel Josef Meier. Thank you very much, dear parents. But thank God nobody calls me that and only a few people know my real name. But I digress again. When I was measuring up for my clothes, I shouted twice and managed to get the impressive height of 1.92 m. I'm actually very grateful for that, because in some situations it can be very helpful *g*. But on to the rest... I'll be turning 19 soon and actually have a pretty good figure. Not that I have a super Adonis body, but I don't have a gram too much on my ribs either. Actually, you could say that I have a fairly normal figure. I have shoulder-length, dark blonde hair that I usually tie up, and green eyes. I think that's the gist of it. Oh yes, in case you hadn't already guessed, I'm gay. While I finished my meal, my mother came back with a pile of laundry and put it down with a sigh.
“What do you actually want to take with you? It's bound to be pretty hot in California!“
”I'm not sure, but I'm definitely taking something warm and a rain jacket, you never know.“
”All right, I'll find the rain jacket and you can start packing everything else.”
“Yes, Mom, I'll go up and get started. Actually, Thomas should be stopping by soon. You can send him up to me then.“
”Yes, and don't turn the music up too loud, otherwise Mr. Miller from next door will call and complain again because his budgie can't sleep.”
You couldn't complain to him about the stupid bird when it cawed all night long, but if the music was too loud, he called immediately and complained and threatened to call the police. But my mother always gave him a pretty quick rebuff about his bird. The only question is which one she meant. Well, probably both. *g*
Oh yes, tomorrow I would fly with my friends to California for four weeks. But I couldn't really look forward to it, because I was the only single person in the group. Thomas and Lisa had been a couple for almost two months and for Ingo and Carmen it was only a matter of time. Somehow I felt that I was out of place on this vacation, because I would have been just the fifth wheel on the car.
While I was lost in thought, taking my suitcase down from my closet, Thomas came into my room and snapped me out of my thoughts with his “Still in a bad mood?”
"Well, I don't know, I just feel like I'm just bothering you guys on vacation.”
“Here we go again, Sammy? We've all told you that we like having you with us because you're always good for a laugh. Now stop saying things like that and get ready, because maybe we'll meet a cute boy for you, too.”
That made me grin. Thomas was the only one who knew that I was gay. I could tell him anything and he could tell me anything. We had always got on well and I had known him for more than ten years, since he moved to Munich with his parents back then. We have got up to so much mischief since then that you could fill more than one novel with it, but that doesn't belong here, maybe I'll tell it another time. And now we were all grown up and no longer got up to such mischief. Well, not so often, because when we get cocky, you should be prepared for anything.
While we were packing my suitcase, we were still talking about what we would do on vacation, but you will find out about that later, so I'll leave that out now and besides, it didn't stick to those plans anyway, because the way you plan and think, it never happens. At some point Tommy left and I also slowly went to bed, because the next day our plane was leaving at 7:30 a.m.
CHAPTER 2 – Surprise
The next morning, I was rudely awakened by a bloodcurdling beep – my alarm clock. After I gave it a hefty blow from the side, it flew in a high arc towards the door, which my mother was just opening. She saw what was coming and quickly closed the door again. With a loud clatter, it hit the door and was finally quiet. Yes, you've guessed it right, I'm a big morning grouch. I'm not responsive until I've had my second cup of coffee.
Now my mother opened the door again and came in with a large cup of coffee, greeting me with a cheerful “Good morning, did you sleep well?”
I just grumbled to myself, because I couldn't understand how anyone could be so cheerful at just after five o'clock.
“By the way, is that how you greet your mother?” she said in a serious voice, but I could see a grin on her lips again and knew that she didn't mean it.
“You almost killed me. I brought you a cup of coffee, I know my sleepyhead.“
”Morning mom, thanks. Sorry, I didn't mean to kill you.“
”It's okay, but hurry up, we have to be at the airport in two hours at the latest.”
That was enough and I was on my feet and went to the bathroom. There I first did my morning rituals (showering, brushing my teeth, etc. where etc. does not mean what some of you might think now * g *). Then I went to the kitchen to get more coffee. I took another slice of toast, which I ate without anything. So early in the morning I just couldn't get anything down, but it was still at least three or four hours before there was anything on the plane, so reason prevailed and I gulped down the toast.
At half past six I was ready to stow the suitcases in the car and wait for my mother. Then I realized that I would be lost without my Disc-Man. So I went back to my room and got it. Finally my mother was ready and I got behind the wheel. Actually, at almost 19, you don't need your mother anymore, but someone had to bring the car back home. So I set off, because I don't let my mother drive when I'm a passenger, because it's like voluntarily throwing yourself off the Eiffel Tower. I was really happy when I finally had my driver's license, because I could finally sit in a car without fear of death. * g *
Oh yes, my parents are divorced, in case anyone was wondering why I haven't mentioned my father yet. But he also lives in Munich and I can visit him whenever I feel like it. I also get along quite well with him and his new “life companion” (that's what he calls her) is also quite nice, only the first question is always whether I already have a girlfriend, which I then always answer with a maybe and smile nicely at her from the side. If she only knew?
We finally arrived at the Franz Josef Strauss Airport shortly before seven, and I said goodbye to my mom, who had to leave right away because we were parked in a no-parking zone. Before she let me go, however, I had to listen to her saying that I should be good and decent. After I had delivered this short speech, she wished me a lot of fun and I went inside.
There I saw Thomas and the others, who were already waiting impatiently for me, but actually they should know that I'm always late (one of my worst habits, because I just could never be on time.).
“There you are at last, we thought you'd never come!“
Actually, he didn't need to get so upset about ten minutes.
”Good morning first of all.“
”Yes all right, let's just check in our luggage.“
”Coming!”
No sooner said than done, a few minutes later we were at the counter, where a friendly lady gave us our tickets and happily announced that our flight would be delayed by an hour. Great, I hate nothing more than waiting for the plane, because it always makes me so nervous. Not that I'm afraid of flying, it's just the waiting that drives me crazy. But what the heck, at least we had time for a coffee.
After we had checked in our luggage, we looked for a nice cafe and sat down. A short time later, each of us was sitting in front of a drink and chatting. Or rather, Carmen told us about her annoying mother, who wouldn't even let her pack in peace yesterday.
“... then she said that I should pack enough sunscreen so that my sensitive skin wouldn't get sunburned."
She accompanied her remarks with wild gestures and before I knew it, she had poured her cocoa over my T-shirt. The others started laughing because it was actually nothing new that Carmen kept spilling her drinks.
“Great, you've done a good job of that again,“ I grumbled at her.
”I'm so sorry. It's best to go to the bathroom right away and wash it out."
I did that too. It's a good thing I had another T-shirt in my hand luggage, but when you were with Carmen, it was basic equipment.
So I went towards the toilet and when I was almost there, Thomas called something to me and I turned around, because I hadn't understood him exactly. When I turned away from him again, I was just able to save myself from the flying door with a leap to the side. I was just lucky there... I couldn't get my thoughts out, because I was already being run over. When I looked up, the idiot got up again and looked at me.
“Are you okay?” He asked me worriedly.
“No, I'm fine. But can't you be careful?” I hissed at him.
The poor boy was very worried about me and looked at me with big puppy dog eyes. What I didn't even notice at the time was that he was actually quite cute, because I was so angry and got up.
“Is there anything else I can do?”
"No, just pay more attention next time, otherwise it might not go so smoothly.”
“Yes, I'll remember that and again: I'm sorry.“
”It's okay, I have to change now, because I just got cocoa on my T-shirt.“
”All right, I don't want to keep you any longer. Bye.”
“Take care!“
It hadn't been my best day, but it could have been a lot worse. After I had changed, I went back to our table and the others grinned.
”Well, it hasn't been your best day, has it?” Ingo observed.
“Why, I just got a cup of cocoa over my pants and some... (I'll spare the word now, because it wasn't quite G-rated) knocked me over.”
“You're always so unlucky."
That came from Lisa. Although she was right, because I magically attracted such things. After chatting a little more about our itinerary, we made our way to the plane. Since we had booked so late, we couldn't choose our seats and were just put somewhere. Thomas and Lisa were the only ones who could sit next to each other. Ingo and Carmen also only had the aisle between them and I sat somewhere all alone. That was fine with me, because I was finally able to continue reading my book in peace. “Les Misérables” (The Wretched, for those who don't speak French) was a real tome (about 1500 pages), but that way I had something to do on vacation when the others wanted their peace. Some of you may wonder why I would choose such a book, but that's easy to explain. I had recently seen the musical and was so impressed that I wanted to know the whole story. But now back to the text.
I had just found my seat and who was sitting next to me: the guy who had run into me a good quarter of an hour ago. He grinned at me and I sat down.
“I didn't think I'd see you again so soon. By the way, I'm really sorry about earlier, but I was in a bit of a rush because I still had to drop off my luggage.“
”I understand, but if you say 'I'm sorry' one more time, I'll get mad. Nothing happened and I'm fine, so just forget it. By the way, my name is Sammy.”
“Nice to meet you, I'm Mike."
Well, I had fibbed to him a little, because my head, which had now become a lump, actually hurt quite a bit, but I couldn't tell him that, because otherwise I would have had to listen to a thousand apologies again, which I had absolutely no desire for. Finally, after we had received a very vivid safety briefing, we were able to take off. * g *
Not much happened during the flight. I had a little small talk with Mike, who then fell asleep at some point, and then grabbed my book and continued reading it. But I couldn't really concentrate on the book because I kept looking at Mike, who was really cute. As far as I could tell while sitting, he was about 6'5”, had bright blue eyes, bleached blonde hair that gave away its true color at the roots, almost black, was about 20, and had a great figure. He was wearing a skin-tight T-shirt that really showed off his well-trained, but not too muscular, body. He had a slight fuzz on his arms, which shimmered in the sun that came through the window. I kept looking up from my book and glancing over at him. At some point I must have fallen asleep, because suddenly I was pinched on the ribs and heard him say,
“Wake up, sleepyhead.“
”What's going on?“ I mumbled to myself.
”We're about to land in California. You might want to fasten your seat belt.“
”Yeah, all right,” and then I was already buckling up.
CHAPTER 3 – On My Own
When we left the plane, I said goodbye to Mike and waited for my luggage, which of course was the last to arrive on the conveyor belt. Thomas took me aside and asked why I was grinning like that.
"Well, I'm on vacation and it's bright sunshine, so I'm allowed to grin, aren't I?”
“Yes, but not like you. You're grinning as if there was something else.“
Thomas knew me too well and I couldn't fool him, so I told him about the conversation on the plane.
”How sweet, little Sammy has fallen in love.”
“Are you crazy? I hardly know him and besides, I'll never see him again anyway, so stop it.“
”Oh come on, don't act like that.“
”Yeah OK, he's nice, but nothing more."
Finally my suitcase arrived and I made my way to the exit. The entry went without any major problems. At the exit, I saw a woman holding a sign with the name of our tour operator on it and walked purposefully towards her. There was still a young couple and a few families around her. She checked our names and said that we would have to wait about 30 minutes for the bus to come back and that we could go get a drink if we wanted.
We did that and an hour later we were on our way to the hotel, which was supposed to be right on the beach. On the way there, I took a look at the landscape, which was really beautiful. Finally we were at the hotel, which was pleasantly cool. I was really glad about that, because the air conditioning had broken down on the bus and we were almost cooked.
But at the hotel, we experienced the next shock right away, because the third double room, which was intended for me, had been booked twice and there were no other rooms available, as they were fully booked. After a few exchanges of words, she suggested that I either go to the other hotel in the chain, which would be over an hour away, or that I share the room with the other person who had booked it. Great, either I would be far away from my friends or I would have to share the room with some grandpa. These were great holidays.
“And who else booked the room?” I asked quite unobtrusively, because I wanted to know who I might have to share the room with for the next four weeks.
She points to a seating area.
“The young man with the gray T-shirt and bleached hair.” I turned around and who did I see? It was Mike, the boy from the plane. When I recognized him, I told the woman at the front desk that I agreed, because I really wanted to get to know him better and now we had to share a room.
“That's fine with me, and what does the young man say?“ I asked innocently.
”He says he doesn't care as long as he's around his age."
Did she just say he, or was that just a mistake? Oh, I'm thinking way too much about sentences again.
“Okay, give me the key, I'll tell him, I've already met him on the plane today.“
I was about to leave when I remembered that I had paid for the whole room.
”What else comes to mind, do I get my money back for half the room?“
”Yes, of course, but that won't be possible until tomorrow, because I still have to do the paperwork.”
“All right, just let me know and I'll get my money."
Then I went to Mike and the others went to their rooms. We had agreed that we would meet in two hours to have dinner, because before that we wanted to freshen up and rest. Before they had disappeared, however, Thomas grinned at me again.
I then stood in front of Mike.
“Well, what are you doing here?” I asked with an astonished expression on my face (as if I didn't know exactly.)
“Well, I'm supposed to share my room with some random guy, it's probably some kind of idiot.”
"That's nice of you to call me an idiot.”
He looked at me in disbelief, so I explained the whole thing to him. After that, he started grinning.
"Actually, it's fine with me if I have someone in the room with me, then it's not so boring. And since I already know you, I know that it will definitely be a pleasant vacation.”
Now he was grinning at me again, but not as if he was just smiling at me kindly. Somehow his look was different, but I didn't know what to make of it.
When we arrived upstairs, we entered a really big room.
“Do you want to sleep by the window or not?”
"I don't care, as long as you don't snore?”
He looked at me with a questioning look, but I was able to reassure him.
“So far, no one has complained.”
“Thank God, so everything is settled.”
“Not quite yet. Who's going to shower first, I guess you want to freshen up too?”
"Yes, but you go first, I'll unpack first.”
“All right, but leave me some space in the closet, too.“
”Of course."
I took my shower stuff out of my suitcase, took off all my clothes except my shorts, and then went to take a shower. When I was finished drying off, I realized that I hadn't brought any other shorts with me. What now? So I took my towel, wrapped it around my hips, and went out.
“Ready already?“ Mike grinned at me and looked at me. But he didn't look me in the eye.
”Yeah, have fun showering, I think there's still some warm water.“
”How gracious of you.”
Now we both had to laugh. He took off his jeans, his T-shirt and his socks. I didn't want to, but I just had to stare at him. He noticed it and I must have turned as red as a tomato, but he just smiled and went into the bathroom. However, he stopped at the door and took off his shorts as well. My jaw dropped, because I had never seen such a firm bottom. If only he..., but no, that couldn't be ..., that's completely impossible ..., but if he ..., no, that's not possible, definitely not. Why should you be so lucky that the boy you're sharing a room with is gay. That would be too good to be true.
Abruptly, I was torn from my dreams.
“Aren't you going to get dressed?”
I was still sitting on my bed, completely absent-minded.
"Huh? What?”
“You should get dressed, the others are waiting.“
”Oh yes.“
I got up and, how could it be otherwise, my towel had come undone and fallen to the floor. As fast as I could react, I turned around.
”You don't have to hide, you think I've never seen anything like that?”
In the meantime, I had turned bright red and was as red as a tomato. I was about to say something when Mike took off the towel that he had wrapped around his hips.
“So you don't feel so lonely, I have no problem with seeing someone naked and being seen by someone like that. So stop acting like this and turn around again, otherwise I'll be offended.“
”Huh?“
”Yes, you've seen me like this now and I believe in 'equal rights for all'."
I slowly turned around.
“Well, was that so bad?“
”No, but... uh...“
”It's okay, I hope you don't mind if I sleep naked too?“
”No, no, I actually do that too.”
Oh God, what had I just said, I didn't usually do that. It could be quite funny, lying next to my dream guy and getting a hard-on all the time. So far I've been able to control myself, but what would happen tonight? If he noticed, he would think I was some kind of pervert. What should I do now? Maybe get dressed first. I did that and when I was about to go to the others, Mike said: “What are you actually doing today, do you have any plans?”
“Nothing yet, except for eating. Why do you ask?”
"I'm here alone and haven't met anyone except you, so if I'm not too intrusive, I'd like to join you.”
“I don't mind, but I still have to ask the others, but I have no concerns.“
This can't be true, now my dream prince asked me if he could do something with us.
”That would be very nice,” he called after me as I left the room.
I knocked on Tommy's door. When I entered, I immediately started telling Lisa what had just happened, because she was in the shower and wouldn't hear about it.
“I think the others don't mind if he comes along, just like me. Oh, there's Lisa, let's ask her right away.”
"What do you want to ask me?”
“Well, Mike, the guy I have to share a room with, asked me if he could join us.“
”Why not?“
”Well, I'll go and ask the other two now.”
When I knocked on Ingo and Carmen's door, no one opened, so I just walked in and what I saw surprised me a bit. The two were lying on the bed and smooching with each other. I had already thought that they would become a couple, but so quickly. I cleared my throat briefly. Carmen started.
"Oh my God.”
“It's okay, but maybe you should lock the door when you're doing something like that.“
The two of them blushed.
”I knocked, but nobody opened, so I came in. I just wanted to ask you if you mind if Mike, who shares my room, comes with us to dinner.”
“No, that's fine, as long as it doesn't bother the others.“
”When do we want to go anyway?“
”Lisa and Tommy don't mind. We thought we'd meet at the reception in half an hour.“
”All right, we'll come then.” So far, everything was settled.
CHAPTER 4 – I Should Tell You
I went back to my room. Mike was lying on his bed asleep. He was only wearing shorts and a T-shirt that had ridden up, revealing the fine hairline that started at his belly button and ended at his shorts. I looked at him briefly and then went over to wake him up. Somehow I felt sorry for him, because he was lying there so peacefully, but he wanted to come to dinner. I shook his arm gently and he was already awake.
“Well?”
“Get dressed or do you want to come like that?”
He sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. Then he got dressed while I listened to some music.
Then it was already time to go to eat. When we arrived downstairs, the others were already waiting. I introduced Mike to them and we went to a table. During the meal, we asked each other out.
"What do you do? How old are you? Etc.”
Mike was 20 and had just finished his community service. That was actually all I really noticed, because I actually stared at him the whole time and almost forgot about the food. At some point it was almost midnight and we decided to be really lazy the next day and go to the beach.
“Mike, don't you want to come with us?“
This question, which surprised me a bit, came from Tommy, who hadn't really talked to Mike much that whole evening.
”Sure, I'll see you tomorrow then, good night.“
I was about to leave when Tommy stopped me.
”Wait a minute, you really like him, don't you?”
My eyes lit up.
“Yes, he's incredibly sweet.”
“Then good luck, I think he thinks you're sweet too.”
“Aha, and how do you know that?”
“He kept looking at you sheepishly at the table and then turning away immediately.”
"You're seeing things. I'm going now, good night.”
What if Tommy was right after all? What should I do, should I tell him or wait and see what he does? I decided to tell him openly, because somehow we would have to spend the next few weeks together. But how should I tell him...
After I had gone to bed and still hadn't talked to him about it, I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I tossed from side to side and thought of all the possible ways to start, but nothing occurred to me. At some point he asked what was wrong.
“Nothing.”
“I don't think so, the way you're tossing and turning in bed.” I thought now or never.
“I want to tell you something, but I don't know how.“
”Just try, just say it straight out.“
”If it were that easy, it's really hard for me.“
”Are you trying to tell me that your girlfriend is coming tomorrow and I have to leave the room?“
I had a pretty big lump in my throat.
”No, that's not it.”
A tear ran down my cheek. If he had something against gays or didn't want anything to do with me, I would have to spend the rest of the time with him, and he would be angry or wouldn't talk to me anymore. If I didn't tell him anything, it might be too late or he would find out from someone else, then he would be disappointed because I didn't trust him.
“I don't know how to tell you this.“
”Hey, you can tell me anything.“
”Are you sure you won't be mad or...”
I couldn't get any further because I started to cry.
“I've only known you since this morning, but I think you're really nice and I think we're something like friends already and you can tell everything to friends, can't you?”
I nodded.
“So tell me what's going on.”
By now he had taken me in his arms to comfort me. Hesitantly, I began.
“Well, when I met you this morning, I thought you were an idiot, but the longer I talked to you, the more I liked you. No, not just liked you, I fell in love with you, I'm gay. So now you know. Why are you still here, just go, because surely you don't want to have anything to do with me anymore...”
I couldn't talk anymore, because now I really started to cry. He let go of me. But instead of leaving, he knelt down in front of me and kissed me. I wasn't prepared for this reaction and I pulled away.
“W... W... What's that supposed to mean?” I stammered.
“I fell in love with you, too. As soon as I ran into you, I knew it and I'm so glad you told me, because I didn't know if I could say something like that to you...”
Now I interrupted him and gave him a long kiss, which he returned. I was so happy. I stroked his back, leaving no part of it out. He also caressed my whole body and then he touched me at my most sensitive spot and I flinched. Startled, he took his hand away, but I took it and put it back where it had just touched me. He slowly began to massage my glans. I did the same to him and occasionally massaged his balls. He groaned and in the next moment his hot love juice came and landed on his stomach. That was enough and I also squirted with an intensity that I have never experienced before. For a brief moment, we just lay there next to each other. Then Mike turned to me and lay on top of me and gave me a kiss. It didn't want to end and I was just happy. I hugged him tightly, pressed him to me. At some point, we must have fallen asleep.
CHAPTER 5–A Heart Full Of Love
The first thing I noticed the next morning was that my right arm hurt. When I looked up, I knew why. Mike was lying on it with his body and my arm had fallen asleep. I wanted to get up, but to do that I would have had to wake him up, but I didn't want to. So what should I do? I tried very slowly to pull my arm out from under him. When I couldn't do it, I bent over to him to wake him up with a kiss. As soon as I had touched his lips, he returned the kiss and his tongue made its way into my mouth. He turned towards me and we started where we had left off the night before. After a while, I stopped him because I wanted to take a shower first. I got up, but left the bathroom door open. As soon as the water was on, he came in and got into the shower with me. We soaped each other up, leaving no part of the body out. When we were done, we realized that we had to hurry because the others were waiting for us. So we got dressed and were about to go to breakfast when there was a knock at the door.
I opened it and Tommy was already in the room. He grinned at us.
“Last night doesn't seem to have been very long.”
I looked at Mike, who, like me, was blushing.
“Uh, why?” I just managed to say.
“Well, the thick circles under your eyes suggest that you didn't get much rest. I'm just wondering what you did?"
When he said this, he put on one of his grins, which revealed that he actually knew exactly what was going on.
“Do you think you have to know everything?“ I joked back, but I shouldn't have said that, because one thing was clear: Tommy knew everything about me and he always managed to squeeze every little detail out of me.
”Yes. What do you think?”
We looked at each other and had to laugh. Mike was still standing there with his mouth open and couldn't say a word, so I explained to him that it was always like that with us. We then talked briefly about what had happened last night, decided not to say anything to the others for now, and finally had breakfast.
After we had filled our stomachs, we went to the beach. There we looked for a quiet place, which was quite difficult, because many others had the same idea as we did and wanted to relax by the sea on this really hot day. Somehow, however, we found a quiet place, which, to our amazement, was also partly in the shade.
But before we lay down in the sun, we had to apply sunscreen, because in California the sun is quite dangerous. Mike asked if I could put sunscreen on his back, which of course I immediately agreed to. When I was done, and I really took my time, I gave him the sunscreen and lay down on my stomach. Mike applied a large amount of cream to my back and began to spread it very slowly and gently over my back. I enjoyed his loving massage, but not only I, but also my little friend responded and I would have liked to have pounced on Mike, but unfortunately there were the other vacationers... (what a shame). After my back was really well taken care of, I stayed on my stomach for a while and hoped that I would soon have myself under control enough to dare to get up and go for a swim. After about five minutes, this problem was resolved, so I suggested going for a swim.
Everyone was thrilled because it was really hot and everyone was looking forward to cooling down. No sooner said than done. We ran to the water and romped around a bit. After a short time, however, the others wanted to do something for their complexion again and only Mike and I remained in the water. I was standing in the water with my legs apart when Mike dived under and between my legs. In doing so, he 'accidentally' touched my best piece. I flinched slightly and Mike resurfaced. No sooner up than he gave me a kiss. I drew back, because I was afraid that the others could see something and know what was going on. But he calmed me, because it was impossible to recognize who was kissing in the water, because our place was too far away from the water. So we continued where we had just left off and after about a quarter of an hour we decided to go to the others, because we were slowly getting webbed feet.
CHAPTER SIX – The Confession
While we were sunbathing again, I wondered how I could tell the others about me and Mike. Actually, they shouldn't mind, because none of them had ever made any derogatory comments about gays, apart from the normal things I said myself from time to time. But they were never meant seriously. But what if they did mean those comments seriously, would I lose my friends then? Would they still talk to me, or would they ignore me, or...
Thomas startled me out of my thoughts.
“Do you want to get something to eat?”
"Sure, I'd like to talk to you for a minute anyway.”
So Tommy, Mike and I went off and I told Tommy what I had just been thinking about.
“Hey, they'll take it cool. I'm even very sure about Lisa, because she has a gay uncle and she likes him very much and the others won't kill you right away either,” Tommy grinned at me.
“Well, I'd better tell them right away. Mike, I hope you don't mind?“
”No, I'm already out and I'd love to be able to kiss you in front of them too.“
No sooner said than done. When we were back with the others, I gathered all my courage.
”Hey guys, can you listen to me for a moment, I'd like to tell you something.”
“Yeah, what? Do you want to eat with that cute girl over there who's been staring at you all this time?“ Lisa interrupted.
I just looked at her seriously and she realized that I wanted to say something important.
”Sorry.“
”So there is something,” I continued, ”that I want to tell you. I've fallen in love.”
“Who is it? Do we know her?“ Ingo asked.
”Yes and no.“
Thomas and Mike grinned.
”Huh, so what, yes or no?“ Carmen said.
”You know the person, but it's a he.“
”Yeah, that's okay, but who is it?“ Lisa asked.
”It's Mike.”
“Aha, I thought so, that you have a crush on him.“
”Is that written all over me, Lisa?“
”Not exactly, but the way you were putting cream on him before, you looked at him with such loving eyes that I just thought my part.”
Lisa is talking to me, it doesn't seem to bother her, but what do the others say? Do they take it as lightly as Lisa? The two of them still looked at me somewhat puzzled. Ingo was the first to start talking.
"So what? You're making a big deal out of it, as if it would change anything. You're my buddy, I don't care if you're gay or straight.”
This answer sounded familiar. Tommy had said exactly the same thing to me back then. Now Carmen found her voice again.
“It's great that you have a boyfriend. And Ingo and I have found each other too.”
It wasn't news to me anymore, since I'd 'caught' them yesterday, but the others were amazed.
"Not only did you find each other yesterday, Ingo and I did too.”
“And when were you going to tell us?“ Lisa asked.
”Well, you don't need to know everything, do you?“
”Yes, we do.“
”We would have told you in time."
And with that she gave Ingo a kiss, and I didn't want to be outdone, so I gave Mike a kiss too, which at first he was a little surprised at my unexpected reaction. Now, of course, the others wanted to know how we found each other. So we told the whole story again. And Carmen and Ingo told theirs, because we were no less curious. Carmen bumped her foot on the bed and Ingo then gave her a kiss on the injured spot and then he just kissed her on the mouth (that was the short version, the long version wouldn't have been much more interesting). When they were done, Mike asked if I wanted to go for a walk along the beach. Sure, I wanted to, and after we had arranged with the others when we would meet for dinner, we set off.
We walked along for a while without either of us saying anything. Mike seemed very thoughtful, though.
"What's the matter with you, you seem so quiet?”
“Yes, I think I have to tell you something.“
”Go ahead, you can tell me anything.“
Somehow I felt queasy now. What could he tell me? Maybe he has a boyfriend? Or did he just want to have fun last night?
”Well, I didn't book a room here.“
”What are you trying to say?”
“Well, I saw you at the airport and I fell in love with you immediately. But how should I approach you? 'Hey, I'm gay and I've fallen in love with you.' Wouldn't have been very appropriate. And then I read your name on your backpack. So I asked at the front desk if you were staying at our hotel, and after it was confirmed, I just told Gaby (the lady at the front desk) to tell you that I had also booked the room, and you already know the rest.“
”So far so good, but why did Gaby do that? You're a guest here too, aren't you?”
“Not exactly, my father is the manager of the hotel and Gaby is my sister.“
”I see, and just to get me, you did this show?“
”Well, I wanted to be close to you and..."
But he didn't get any further because I gave him a kiss first. After we had pulled away from each other again, he asked me if I wasn't angry with him at all?
“You crazy, that was the greatest thing anyone has ever done for me, I'm not going to be mad at you.“
”Now I'm relieved, I thought that if I told you that, you would never want to talk to me again.“
”Why, I love you and that's the main...”
Now I couldn't finish what I was saying because he kissed me.
“Do you want to sleep at the hotel tonight, or do you feel like coming to my place?”
“Uh, I don't know... Do your parents know you're gay?”
"Yes, they know, and they're always happy to meet my friends, and our house is big enough, so no more backchat, otherwise...”
“What else?“
”Otherwise I'll have to knock you out and carry you home with me.“
”Oh, can you even do that?“
”You forget that I almost made it once.“
”You're right about that. But I still don't..."
Mike stood in front of me, but I wanted to keep him on tenterhooks a little longer.
“And besides, who knows if you're not a weirdo who wants to kidnap me and then blackmail my mother?“
”Yes, maybe, but you have to take the risk, otherwise you'll never know.“
”All right, you've convinced me, but what do we tell the others?“
”Well, the truth.”
After walking along the beach for a while, we went back to the others and told them our plans. I quickly packed a few things and then went to take a shower. I had barely gotten wet when the bathroom door opened and Mike came in.
“How much longer are you going to need?”
I pushed open the shower cubicle door and looked out.
“What did you say?"
Mike was standing right in front of me and just as he was about to answer, I pulled him into the shower and kissed him. I took off his wet T-shirt and briefly looked at him from top to bottom. He really was a handsome guy. His wet shorts stuck to his body and the outline of his penis was clearly visible. I could have looked at him like that for hours, but he bent down and kissed my now stiff cock, and then he started covering my penis with kisses. I already felt that I wouldn't need much longer, but he took all the time in the world and played with his lips on my glans. Slowly, my entire penis disappeared into his mouth and I felt like I was in seventh heaven. I could only moan. A short time later, I realized that all of my muscles were tensing up and I had an orgasm like I've never experienced before. I squirted into his mouth and he took it all in.
(Just by the way, for all those who wonder why I hadn't thought of contraception. I had recently donated blood and they always do an AIDS test, which was negative, and Mike had also been in hospital recently and had a test there, which was also negative. So enough said about contraception, now let's get on with the story.)
When I came to, I kissed Mike and then covered his body with caresses. There was only one spot I didn't caress, because I wanted to pleasure him for a really long time. At some point, I took his cock into my mouth and gently played with it with my lips. He moaned softly and I took that as an opportunity to scratch his testicles with my hand. I sensed that he was about to come, so I stopped and kissed his chest and slowly went down again. Once there, I took care of his best piece again and pampered it with my lips again. Mike moaned again and in the next moment I felt him pumping his sperm into my mouth. I swallowed it, although it tasted a bit salty at first. After we had finished showering, we got dressed and made our way to his house.
CHAPTER 7 – Sunset Boulevard
When we arrived at Mike's house on Sunset Boulevard after about half an hour, I was amazed. It really was a huge house, no, actually it wasn't a house at all, more of a mansion. Mike must have seen the astonished look on my face.
“You can close your mouth again, otherwise you'll swallow a fly.“
”I don't know what to say, it's overwhelming."
I don't know why either, but a few lines from a musical came to mind about this house.
'Have some pink champagne and caviar, when you go visit with a star, the hospitality is stellar – So this is where you're living? – Yes, it's quite a place, sleep seventeen, eight sunken tubs, a movie screen, a bowling alley in the cellar.' (from 'Sunset Boulevard', Music: A. L. Webber, Lyrics: Christopher Hampton and Don Black)
It really was the epitome of luxury. A white-painted house with a huge front garden that had a fountain in the middle with some kind of old antique figure standing on it. When we entered the house, I was amazed again. The tasteful interior design perfectly matched the huge rooms and, I don't know how to put it, because even though Mike's father must have had a lot of money, the house didn't look pretentious at all. It would take hours to describe every detail of what I saw, so I'll just say that it was a really great house.
Mike's family was not there yet and he took the opportunity to show me the whole house. I don't know how he did it, but he never got lost once, whereas I did, because when I wanted to go to the bathroom, I ended up in the kitchen and living room first. The last thing Mike showed me was his own childhood room.
I use this word on purpose, even though he was already 20, but his room was really still very childishly furnished, even if I don't mean childish in a pejorative way. There was his bed, with Disney motifs on the cover, and on his closet were countless stuffed animals. Of course, he also had a TV and a stereo system. At the sight of this, I couldn't help but laugh a little.
“What's the matter? Don't you like it?“
”Yes, yes, I think it's great, just the difference to the other rooms and then the stuffed animals and your bedspread.”
Now he had to laugh too.
“That's all right, you just laugh, but I just can't part with my little animals, I grew up with them and I want something to always remind me of home and my childhood.”
"Yes, I just think it's cute that a guy like that still plays with stuffed animals.”
“Does it bother you? You can leave if you want,” he said in a very serious tone, but the smile on his lips told me that he wasn't that serious.
“If you don't just play with your stuffed animals, then I'll stay, otherwise... but do you think my room looks much different? I also kept all my stuffed animals, but I was able to part with my bed sheets.”
I turned to him and kissed him. But all too soon we were torn from our embrace, because there was a knock at the door. A moment later, a man stood in the doorway who looked just like Mike, only about twice his age. He must have been his father. Mike immediately confirmed this suspicion.
“This is my father, Sammy. Dad, this is Sammy.“
”Pleased to meet you, Mr. Müllinger.“
”Nice to meet you. You can call me Karl.“
Without me being able to say anything, Karl gave me a brief hug.
”Dinner will be ready in half an hour.“
”Good, Dad. Are the others here yet?”
“Yes, they are already waiting for you, come on down."
No sooner said than done, shortly thereafter we were standing in the living room and a general round of greetings was held, with everyone hugging me. Somehow it was all a bit strange. Mrs. Müllinger, or rather Gerda, was a year younger than Karl, so 42, but didn't look it. I already knew Gaby, Mike's sister, and just for the very curious, she's 23, but she looked better in 'normal' clothes. Tim, the little brother, 17, was really a handsome guy. He had short, light blonde hair, steel-blue eyes and a smile that made you weak. Then there was a boy who introduced himself as James and who looked like Gaby's boyfriend.
Wait a minute, this face seemed familiar to me. But how? Who was it?
“Excuse me, but I know you from somewhere, but at the moment I don't know what to do with you.“
”That's quite possible, maybe you've seen me on TV. Right?“
”Yes, I think so too, but where?"
Everyone else started laughing. I didn't think that was funny at all. I knew him, but didn't know from where.
“It doesn't really matter, but if you tell me your full name, I'll definitely know who you are and where I know you from.“
”All right, I'm James van der Beek.“
”Oh right, the one from 'Dawson's Creek,' right?“
”Exactly, but could we please drop it now, I'm just James and not some kind of star.”
“All right, James."
Somehow I was quite nervous now, because standing so close to a star of my favorite show was a bit unusual. And then that voice, it was just heavenly. I never particularly liked his dubbed voice, but in real life he sounded sooo cute. Oh God, I'm raving again.
“Hey, don't look at him like that, you're my friend and Gaby might object too.“
”He is cute, but I wouldn't want to trade him for you, although when I think about it..."
Mike's elbow landed in my ribs and everyone laughed. Everyone wouldn't be right, because James didn't laugh and just looked a little lost.
“Could someone tell me why you are laughing like that?“
(Just by the way, we were speaking German and James didn't understand a word of it.)
”Not so important,” laughed Karl, ”let's finally eat, I'm really hungry.”
So we went into the dining room and ate a really delicious meal (that sounds really pretentious now, but I can't think of a better word). Not much happened during the meal, except that we did some small talk and I learned that James often stayed at the hotel and therefore got to know and love Gaby. And then Mike and I had to tell the story of how we met, of course. Although we left out a few 'insignificant' details. Tim was quite quiet throughout the meal. I thought he was just listening intently and was perhaps a little shy, but I was to learn that his silence had a different reason.
After we had all eaten and were still talking, Mike suggested going for another swim in the pool. While we were on our way to the pool, something occurred to me:
“Uh Mike, I don't have my swimming trunks with me.”
"Oh, well, what do we do about that?”
The others started laughing, but I didn't understand what was so funny. Well, there are some things you don't have to understand, but I was curious.
“What is there to laugh about?”
Then Tim spoke:
“How should I put this, Sammy, let me put it this way, it's not really common for us to go swimming in our swimming trunks.“
”Am I supposed to swim with my clothes on?"
I think I was a bit slow on the uptake at the moment, which could be seen from the others' reaction.
“No, we swim naked.“
Did I just hear right, they swim naked, and in front of their parents?
”Do you have a problem with that?“ That was Karl.
”I don't know, I've never done that before.”
“Then it's time you did.“
So much for prudish America, but actually they were German, only I wouldn't have thought that James would be so relaxed about it. Tim had just come back with a stack of towels under his arm, and a short time later they were all standing there naked. I hesitated a little longer.
”Come on, or are you stuck to the ground?”
So, I plucked up all my courage and took off my shorts. Now I was also standing there in Adam's costume. Somehow I felt uncomfortable because the others were staring at me.
“What's the matter, do I have something in my nose?”
“No, it's just that your dick isn't circumcised,” said Tim, “isn't that weird?”
“Counter question, isn't it weird to be circumcised?“
”Touché!"
Now my embarrassment had also subsided and, hey presto, I jumped into the water, where the others were already waiting to finally submerge me. But if they thought that I would just let myself be submerged all the time, they were mistaken. After a lot of submerging and “I can cum in your face” action, we finally came to rest and spread ourselves evenly in the pool. We kissed (for those who are now thinking of group sex or something like that, I'm sorry to disappoint, because everyone just kisses his partner) and maybe more than just that. In any case, Mike and I.
The other two couples then also slowly withdrew. Although I enjoyed feeling Mike's hands on me, I felt uncomfortable because I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching us, and my suspicions were confirmed. When I broke away from Mike and turned around, I could see that Tim was sitting alone at the edge of the pool watching us. Mike, of course, immediately chewed him out.
“What are you staring at us like that for, haven't you got anything better to do?“
Tim was still looking at us and although his face was still wet from swimming, I thought I saw a tear running down his cheek.
”Get lost, you're disturbing us.“
”Hey, don't snap at your brother like that, I think he's not feeling well.”
“Oh man, what's the point of that now. Don't you mind being watched?“
”Yes, but you don't have to snap at your brother like that.“
”He shouldn't be so sensitive. Watching other people kiss is just not done.“
”My God, was it that bad?”
“No, not really. Are you still there, Tim? Get lost.“
Tim jumped up and as he ran away I could still hear him saying ‘I hate you’ through his tears.
Well, my Mike had managed that just fine.
”Great, look what you've done.”
“Yeah, you're right, I didn't mean it like that. But he's such a pain. I have to go to him.“
”You'd better not do that right now, because I don't think he wants to talk to you right now. I'll go check on him.“
”But...“
”No buts, it's better this way.”
So I went back into the house and looked for Tim's room. The search was harder than I thought. But at some point I heard someone crying through a door and that could only be Tim. I knocked. No answer. I knocked again, but louder. A short silence, then a quiet “Who's there?”
“It's me, Sammy. Can I come in for a minute?“
”If you must."
So I opened the door and went into the room..
Finally summer vacation. The last ones I'll have. Somehow, today everyone was in an even greater hurry to flee from our nice, little concrete bunker, also known as school. Well, it wasn't that little after all. But that doesn't really interest anyone anyway, because somehow everyone finds school to...
I digress from the topic. So on with the text. I was just on my way to my bike when I suddenly got a blow in the ribs. I turned around and there was Thomas standing in front of me.
“Hey Sammy, are you excited yet?”
“Yes, what do you think?”
"So, I'll be at yours at one o'clock.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, we agreed on that.“
Tommy looked at me with that questioning look, because I really didn't sound very pleased, and then he started to get on my nerves.
”What's the matter, did I do something to you, or did a cat get your tongue?”
“No, everything's fine, but I just want to go home and eat, we can talk more later, right?“
”It's okay. I was just wondering if I did something wrong?!“
”It's not you, but I don't want to talk about it here.”
Well, he had apparently just accepted that, because he said “see you” and then he was gone. In the meantime, I had grabbed my bike and swung myself onto it. More or less energetically, I set off and eventually arrived home.
As I unlocked the door, a pleasant smell wafted into my nose. Lasagna, my favorite. My mother had really outdone herself today.
“Hi, Mom, I'm back!”
"And I thought Santa Claus was at the door.”
That made me grin. Well, so much for my mother. Always ready for a joke. But that's how it was with us all the time. Because I'm not one to let such sayings get me down.
“That would have been fine with you. And ideally with Knecht Ruprecht and his rod, right?”
"Don't get cheeky with me, little one, or you'll get a smack.”
Well, little was good, but the grin on her face told me that she didn't mean it. So I sat down to eat, and while I was munching my really large portion of lasagna, my mother stared at me and wondered if I needed that much to eat, since after all, I was 6'4”. But anyone my age will surely know how important it is to always get enough to eat.
That reminds me, I haven't introduced myself yet. You already know my name, or rather what everyone calls me, because according to my ID card my name is Johannes Markus Samuel Josef Meier. Thank you very much, dear parents. But thank God nobody calls me that and only a few people know my real name. But I digress again. When I was measuring up for my clothes, I shouted twice and managed to get the impressive height of 1.92 m. I'm actually very grateful for that, because in some situations it can be very helpful *g*. But on to the rest... I'll be turning 19 soon and actually have a pretty good figure. Not that I have a super Adonis body, but I don't have a gram too much on my ribs either. Actually, you could say that I have a fairly normal figure. I have shoulder-length, dark blonde hair that I usually tie up, and green eyes. I think that's the gist of it. Oh yes, in case you hadn't already guessed, I'm gay. While I finished my meal, my mother came back with a pile of laundry and put it down with a sigh.
“What do you actually want to take with you? It's bound to be pretty hot in California!“
”I'm not sure, but I'm definitely taking something warm and a rain jacket, you never know.“
”All right, I'll find the rain jacket and you can start packing everything else.”
“Yes, Mom, I'll go up and get started. Actually, Thomas should be stopping by soon. You can send him up to me then.“
”Yes, and don't turn the music up too loud, otherwise Mr. Miller from next door will call and complain again because his budgie can't sleep.”
You couldn't complain to him about the stupid bird when it cawed all night long, but if the music was too loud, he called immediately and complained and threatened to call the police. But my mother always gave him a pretty quick rebuff about his bird. The only question is which one she meant. Well, probably both. *g*
Oh yes, tomorrow I would fly with my friends to California for four weeks. But I couldn't really look forward to it, because I was the only single person in the group. Thomas and Lisa had been a couple for almost two months and for Ingo and Carmen it was only a matter of time. Somehow I felt that I was out of place on this vacation, because I would have been just the fifth wheel on the car.
While I was lost in thought, taking my suitcase down from my closet, Thomas came into my room and snapped me out of my thoughts with his “Still in a bad mood?”
"Well, I don't know, I just feel like I'm just bothering you guys on vacation.”
“Here we go again, Sammy? We've all told you that we like having you with us because you're always good for a laugh. Now stop saying things like that and get ready, because maybe we'll meet a cute boy for you, too.”
That made me grin. Thomas was the only one who knew that I was gay. I could tell him anything and he could tell me anything. We had always got on well and I had known him for more than ten years, since he moved to Munich with his parents back then. We have got up to so much mischief since then that you could fill more than one novel with it, but that doesn't belong here, maybe I'll tell it another time. And now we were all grown up and no longer got up to such mischief. Well, not so often, because when we get cocky, you should be prepared for anything.
While we were packing my suitcase, we were still talking about what we would do on vacation, but you will find out about that later, so I'll leave that out now and besides, it didn't stick to those plans anyway, because the way you plan and think, it never happens. At some point Tommy left and I also slowly went to bed, because the next day our plane was leaving at 7:30 a.m.
CHAPTER 2 – Surprise
The next morning, I was rudely awakened by a bloodcurdling beep – my alarm clock. After I gave it a hefty blow from the side, it flew in a high arc towards the door, which my mother was just opening. She saw what was coming and quickly closed the door again. With a loud clatter, it hit the door and was finally quiet. Yes, you've guessed it right, I'm a big morning grouch. I'm not responsive until I've had my second cup of coffee.
Now my mother opened the door again and came in with a large cup of coffee, greeting me with a cheerful “Good morning, did you sleep well?”
I just grumbled to myself, because I couldn't understand how anyone could be so cheerful at just after five o'clock.
“By the way, is that how you greet your mother?” she said in a serious voice, but I could see a grin on her lips again and knew that she didn't mean it.
“You almost killed me. I brought you a cup of coffee, I know my sleepyhead.“
”Morning mom, thanks. Sorry, I didn't mean to kill you.“
”It's okay, but hurry up, we have to be at the airport in two hours at the latest.”
That was enough and I was on my feet and went to the bathroom. There I first did my morning rituals (showering, brushing my teeth, etc. where etc. does not mean what some of you might think now * g *). Then I went to the kitchen to get more coffee. I took another slice of toast, which I ate without anything. So early in the morning I just couldn't get anything down, but it was still at least three or four hours before there was anything on the plane, so reason prevailed and I gulped down the toast.
At half past six I was ready to stow the suitcases in the car and wait for my mother. Then I realized that I would be lost without my Disc-Man. So I went back to my room and got it. Finally my mother was ready and I got behind the wheel. Actually, at almost 19, you don't need your mother anymore, but someone had to bring the car back home. So I set off, because I don't let my mother drive when I'm a passenger, because it's like voluntarily throwing yourself off the Eiffel Tower. I was really happy when I finally had my driver's license, because I could finally sit in a car without fear of death. * g *
Oh yes, my parents are divorced, in case anyone was wondering why I haven't mentioned my father yet. But he also lives in Munich and I can visit him whenever I feel like it. I also get along quite well with him and his new “life companion” (that's what he calls her) is also quite nice, only the first question is always whether I already have a girlfriend, which I then always answer with a maybe and smile nicely at her from the side. If she only knew?
We finally arrived at the Franz Josef Strauss Airport shortly before seven, and I said goodbye to my mom, who had to leave right away because we were parked in a no-parking zone. Before she let me go, however, I had to listen to her saying that I should be good and decent. After I had delivered this short speech, she wished me a lot of fun and I went inside.
There I saw Thomas and the others, who were already waiting impatiently for me, but actually they should know that I'm always late (one of my worst habits, because I just could never be on time.).
“There you are at last, we thought you'd never come!“
Actually, he didn't need to get so upset about ten minutes.
”Good morning first of all.“
”Yes all right, let's just check in our luggage.“
”Coming!”
No sooner said than done, a few minutes later we were at the counter, where a friendly lady gave us our tickets and happily announced that our flight would be delayed by an hour. Great, I hate nothing more than waiting for the plane, because it always makes me so nervous. Not that I'm afraid of flying, it's just the waiting that drives me crazy. But what the heck, at least we had time for a coffee.
After we had checked in our luggage, we looked for a nice cafe and sat down. A short time later, each of us was sitting in front of a drink and chatting. Or rather, Carmen told us about her annoying mother, who wouldn't even let her pack in peace yesterday.
“... then she said that I should pack enough sunscreen so that my sensitive skin wouldn't get sunburned."
She accompanied her remarks with wild gestures and before I knew it, she had poured her cocoa over my T-shirt. The others started laughing because it was actually nothing new that Carmen kept spilling her drinks.
“Great, you've done a good job of that again,“ I grumbled at her.
”I'm so sorry. It's best to go to the bathroom right away and wash it out."
I did that too. It's a good thing I had another T-shirt in my hand luggage, but when you were with Carmen, it was basic equipment.
So I went towards the toilet and when I was almost there, Thomas called something to me and I turned around, because I hadn't understood him exactly. When I turned away from him again, I was just able to save myself from the flying door with a leap to the side. I was just lucky there... I couldn't get my thoughts out, because I was already being run over. When I looked up, the idiot got up again and looked at me.
“Are you okay?” He asked me worriedly.
“No, I'm fine. But can't you be careful?” I hissed at him.
The poor boy was very worried about me and looked at me with big puppy dog eyes. What I didn't even notice at the time was that he was actually quite cute, because I was so angry and got up.
“Is there anything else I can do?”
"No, just pay more attention next time, otherwise it might not go so smoothly.”
“Yes, I'll remember that and again: I'm sorry.“
”It's okay, I have to change now, because I just got cocoa on my T-shirt.“
”All right, I don't want to keep you any longer. Bye.”
“Take care!“
It hadn't been my best day, but it could have been a lot worse. After I had changed, I went back to our table and the others grinned.
”Well, it hasn't been your best day, has it?” Ingo observed.
“Why, I just got a cup of cocoa over my pants and some... (I'll spare the word now, because it wasn't quite G-rated) knocked me over.”
“You're always so unlucky."
That came from Lisa. Although she was right, because I magically attracted such things. After chatting a little more about our itinerary, we made our way to the plane. Since we had booked so late, we couldn't choose our seats and were just put somewhere. Thomas and Lisa were the only ones who could sit next to each other. Ingo and Carmen also only had the aisle between them and I sat somewhere all alone. That was fine with me, because I was finally able to continue reading my book in peace. “Les Misérables” (The Wretched, for those who don't speak French) was a real tome (about 1500 pages), but that way I had something to do on vacation when the others wanted their peace. Some of you may wonder why I would choose such a book, but that's easy to explain. I had recently seen the musical and was so impressed that I wanted to know the whole story. But now back to the text.
I had just found my seat and who was sitting next to me: the guy who had run into me a good quarter of an hour ago. He grinned at me and I sat down.
“I didn't think I'd see you again so soon. By the way, I'm really sorry about earlier, but I was in a bit of a rush because I still had to drop off my luggage.“
”I understand, but if you say 'I'm sorry' one more time, I'll get mad. Nothing happened and I'm fine, so just forget it. By the way, my name is Sammy.”
“Nice to meet you, I'm Mike."
Well, I had fibbed to him a little, because my head, which had now become a lump, actually hurt quite a bit, but I couldn't tell him that, because otherwise I would have had to listen to a thousand apologies again, which I had absolutely no desire for. Finally, after we had received a very vivid safety briefing, we were able to take off. * g *
Not much happened during the flight. I had a little small talk with Mike, who then fell asleep at some point, and then grabbed my book and continued reading it. But I couldn't really concentrate on the book because I kept looking at Mike, who was really cute. As far as I could tell while sitting, he was about 6'5”, had bright blue eyes, bleached blonde hair that gave away its true color at the roots, almost black, was about 20, and had a great figure. He was wearing a skin-tight T-shirt that really showed off his well-trained, but not too muscular, body. He had a slight fuzz on his arms, which shimmered in the sun that came through the window. I kept looking up from my book and glancing over at him. At some point I must have fallen asleep, because suddenly I was pinched on the ribs and heard him say,
“Wake up, sleepyhead.“
”What's going on?“ I mumbled to myself.
”We're about to land in California. You might want to fasten your seat belt.“
”Yeah, all right,” and then I was already buckling up.
CHAPTER 3 – On My Own
When we left the plane, I said goodbye to Mike and waited for my luggage, which of course was the last to arrive on the conveyor belt. Thomas took me aside and asked why I was grinning like that.
"Well, I'm on vacation and it's bright sunshine, so I'm allowed to grin, aren't I?”
“Yes, but not like you. You're grinning as if there was something else.“
Thomas knew me too well and I couldn't fool him, so I told him about the conversation on the plane.
”How sweet, little Sammy has fallen in love.”
“Are you crazy? I hardly know him and besides, I'll never see him again anyway, so stop it.“
”Oh come on, don't act like that.“
”Yeah OK, he's nice, but nothing more."
Finally my suitcase arrived and I made my way to the exit. The entry went without any major problems. At the exit, I saw a woman holding a sign with the name of our tour operator on it and walked purposefully towards her. There was still a young couple and a few families around her. She checked our names and said that we would have to wait about 30 minutes for the bus to come back and that we could go get a drink if we wanted.
We did that and an hour later we were on our way to the hotel, which was supposed to be right on the beach. On the way there, I took a look at the landscape, which was really beautiful. Finally we were at the hotel, which was pleasantly cool. I was really glad about that, because the air conditioning had broken down on the bus and we were almost cooked.
But at the hotel, we experienced the next shock right away, because the third double room, which was intended for me, had been booked twice and there were no other rooms available, as they were fully booked. After a few exchanges of words, she suggested that I either go to the other hotel in the chain, which would be over an hour away, or that I share the room with the other person who had booked it. Great, either I would be far away from my friends or I would have to share the room with some grandpa. These were great holidays.
“And who else booked the room?” I asked quite unobtrusively, because I wanted to know who I might have to share the room with for the next four weeks.
She points to a seating area.
“The young man with the gray T-shirt and bleached hair.” I turned around and who did I see? It was Mike, the boy from the plane. When I recognized him, I told the woman at the front desk that I agreed, because I really wanted to get to know him better and now we had to share a room.
“That's fine with me, and what does the young man say?“ I asked innocently.
”He says he doesn't care as long as he's around his age."
Did she just say he, or was that just a mistake? Oh, I'm thinking way too much about sentences again.
“Okay, give me the key, I'll tell him, I've already met him on the plane today.“
I was about to leave when I remembered that I had paid for the whole room.
”What else comes to mind, do I get my money back for half the room?“
”Yes, of course, but that won't be possible until tomorrow, because I still have to do the paperwork.”
“All right, just let me know and I'll get my money."
Then I went to Mike and the others went to their rooms. We had agreed that we would meet in two hours to have dinner, because before that we wanted to freshen up and rest. Before they had disappeared, however, Thomas grinned at me again.
I then stood in front of Mike.
“Well, what are you doing here?” I asked with an astonished expression on my face (as if I didn't know exactly.)
“Well, I'm supposed to share my room with some random guy, it's probably some kind of idiot.”
"That's nice of you to call me an idiot.”
He looked at me in disbelief, so I explained the whole thing to him. After that, he started grinning.
"Actually, it's fine with me if I have someone in the room with me, then it's not so boring. And since I already know you, I know that it will definitely be a pleasant vacation.”
Now he was grinning at me again, but not as if he was just smiling at me kindly. Somehow his look was different, but I didn't know what to make of it.
When we arrived upstairs, we entered a really big room.
“Do you want to sleep by the window or not?”
"I don't care, as long as you don't snore?”
He looked at me with a questioning look, but I was able to reassure him.
“So far, no one has complained.”
“Thank God, so everything is settled.”
“Not quite yet. Who's going to shower first, I guess you want to freshen up too?”
"Yes, but you go first, I'll unpack first.”
“All right, but leave me some space in the closet, too.“
”Of course."
I took my shower stuff out of my suitcase, took off all my clothes except my shorts, and then went to take a shower. When I was finished drying off, I realized that I hadn't brought any other shorts with me. What now? So I took my towel, wrapped it around my hips, and went out.
“Ready already?“ Mike grinned at me and looked at me. But he didn't look me in the eye.
”Yeah, have fun showering, I think there's still some warm water.“
”How gracious of you.”
Now we both had to laugh. He took off his jeans, his T-shirt and his socks. I didn't want to, but I just had to stare at him. He noticed it and I must have turned as red as a tomato, but he just smiled and went into the bathroom. However, he stopped at the door and took off his shorts as well. My jaw dropped, because I had never seen such a firm bottom. If only he..., but no, that couldn't be ..., that's completely impossible ..., but if he ..., no, that's not possible, definitely not. Why should you be so lucky that the boy you're sharing a room with is gay. That would be too good to be true.
Abruptly, I was torn from my dreams.
“Aren't you going to get dressed?”
I was still sitting on my bed, completely absent-minded.
"Huh? What?”
“You should get dressed, the others are waiting.“
”Oh yes.“
I got up and, how could it be otherwise, my towel had come undone and fallen to the floor. As fast as I could react, I turned around.
”You don't have to hide, you think I've never seen anything like that?”
In the meantime, I had turned bright red and was as red as a tomato. I was about to say something when Mike took off the towel that he had wrapped around his hips.
“So you don't feel so lonely, I have no problem with seeing someone naked and being seen by someone like that. So stop acting like this and turn around again, otherwise I'll be offended.“
”Huh?“
”Yes, you've seen me like this now and I believe in 'equal rights for all'."
I slowly turned around.
“Well, was that so bad?“
”No, but... uh...“
”It's okay, I hope you don't mind if I sleep naked too?“
”No, no, I actually do that too.”
Oh God, what had I just said, I didn't usually do that. It could be quite funny, lying next to my dream guy and getting a hard-on all the time. So far I've been able to control myself, but what would happen tonight? If he noticed, he would think I was some kind of pervert. What should I do now? Maybe get dressed first. I did that and when I was about to go to the others, Mike said: “What are you actually doing today, do you have any plans?”
“Nothing yet, except for eating. Why do you ask?”
"I'm here alone and haven't met anyone except you, so if I'm not too intrusive, I'd like to join you.”
“I don't mind, but I still have to ask the others, but I have no concerns.“
This can't be true, now my dream prince asked me if he could do something with us.
”That would be very nice,” he called after me as I left the room.
I knocked on Tommy's door. When I entered, I immediately started telling Lisa what had just happened, because she was in the shower and wouldn't hear about it.
“I think the others don't mind if he comes along, just like me. Oh, there's Lisa, let's ask her right away.”
"What do you want to ask me?”
“Well, Mike, the guy I have to share a room with, asked me if he could join us.“
”Why not?“
”Well, I'll go and ask the other two now.”
When I knocked on Ingo and Carmen's door, no one opened, so I just walked in and what I saw surprised me a bit. The two were lying on the bed and smooching with each other. I had already thought that they would become a couple, but so quickly. I cleared my throat briefly. Carmen started.
"Oh my God.”
“It's okay, but maybe you should lock the door when you're doing something like that.“
The two of them blushed.
”I knocked, but nobody opened, so I came in. I just wanted to ask you if you mind if Mike, who shares my room, comes with us to dinner.”
“No, that's fine, as long as it doesn't bother the others.“
”When do we want to go anyway?“
”Lisa and Tommy don't mind. We thought we'd meet at the reception in half an hour.“
”All right, we'll come then.” So far, everything was settled.
CHAPTER 4 – I Should Tell You
I went back to my room. Mike was lying on his bed asleep. He was only wearing shorts and a T-shirt that had ridden up, revealing the fine hairline that started at his belly button and ended at his shorts. I looked at him briefly and then went over to wake him up. Somehow I felt sorry for him, because he was lying there so peacefully, but he wanted to come to dinner. I shook his arm gently and he was already awake.
“Well?”
“Get dressed or do you want to come like that?”
He sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. Then he got dressed while I listened to some music.
Then it was already time to go to eat. When we arrived downstairs, the others were already waiting. I introduced Mike to them and we went to a table. During the meal, we asked each other out.
"What do you do? How old are you? Etc.”
Mike was 20 and had just finished his community service. That was actually all I really noticed, because I actually stared at him the whole time and almost forgot about the food. At some point it was almost midnight and we decided to be really lazy the next day and go to the beach.
“Mike, don't you want to come with us?“
This question, which surprised me a bit, came from Tommy, who hadn't really talked to Mike much that whole evening.
”Sure, I'll see you tomorrow then, good night.“
I was about to leave when Tommy stopped me.
”Wait a minute, you really like him, don't you?”
My eyes lit up.
“Yes, he's incredibly sweet.”
“Then good luck, I think he thinks you're sweet too.”
“Aha, and how do you know that?”
“He kept looking at you sheepishly at the table and then turning away immediately.”
"You're seeing things. I'm going now, good night.”
What if Tommy was right after all? What should I do, should I tell him or wait and see what he does? I decided to tell him openly, because somehow we would have to spend the next few weeks together. But how should I tell him...
After I had gone to bed and still hadn't talked to him about it, I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I tossed from side to side and thought of all the possible ways to start, but nothing occurred to me. At some point he asked what was wrong.
“Nothing.”
“I don't think so, the way you're tossing and turning in bed.” I thought now or never.
“I want to tell you something, but I don't know how.“
”Just try, just say it straight out.“
”If it were that easy, it's really hard for me.“
”Are you trying to tell me that your girlfriend is coming tomorrow and I have to leave the room?“
I had a pretty big lump in my throat.
”No, that's not it.”
A tear ran down my cheek. If he had something against gays or didn't want anything to do with me, I would have to spend the rest of the time with him, and he would be angry or wouldn't talk to me anymore. If I didn't tell him anything, it might be too late or he would find out from someone else, then he would be disappointed because I didn't trust him.
“I don't know how to tell you this.“
”Hey, you can tell me anything.“
”Are you sure you won't be mad or...”
I couldn't get any further because I started to cry.
“I've only known you since this morning, but I think you're really nice and I think we're something like friends already and you can tell everything to friends, can't you?”
I nodded.
“So tell me what's going on.”
By now he had taken me in his arms to comfort me. Hesitantly, I began.
“Well, when I met you this morning, I thought you were an idiot, but the longer I talked to you, the more I liked you. No, not just liked you, I fell in love with you, I'm gay. So now you know. Why are you still here, just go, because surely you don't want to have anything to do with me anymore...”
I couldn't talk anymore, because now I really started to cry. He let go of me. But instead of leaving, he knelt down in front of me and kissed me. I wasn't prepared for this reaction and I pulled away.
“W... W... What's that supposed to mean?” I stammered.
“I fell in love with you, too. As soon as I ran into you, I knew it and I'm so glad you told me, because I didn't know if I could say something like that to you...”
Now I interrupted him and gave him a long kiss, which he returned. I was so happy. I stroked his back, leaving no part of it out. He also caressed my whole body and then he touched me at my most sensitive spot and I flinched. Startled, he took his hand away, but I took it and put it back where it had just touched me. He slowly began to massage my glans. I did the same to him and occasionally massaged his balls. He groaned and in the next moment his hot love juice came and landed on his stomach. That was enough and I also squirted with an intensity that I have never experienced before. For a brief moment, we just lay there next to each other. Then Mike turned to me and lay on top of me and gave me a kiss. It didn't want to end and I was just happy. I hugged him tightly, pressed him to me. At some point, we must have fallen asleep.
CHAPTER 5–A Heart Full Of Love
The first thing I noticed the next morning was that my right arm hurt. When I looked up, I knew why. Mike was lying on it with his body and my arm had fallen asleep. I wanted to get up, but to do that I would have had to wake him up, but I didn't want to. So what should I do? I tried very slowly to pull my arm out from under him. When I couldn't do it, I bent over to him to wake him up with a kiss. As soon as I had touched his lips, he returned the kiss and his tongue made its way into my mouth. He turned towards me and we started where we had left off the night before. After a while, I stopped him because I wanted to take a shower first. I got up, but left the bathroom door open. As soon as the water was on, he came in and got into the shower with me. We soaped each other up, leaving no part of the body out. When we were done, we realized that we had to hurry because the others were waiting for us. So we got dressed and were about to go to breakfast when there was a knock at the door.
I opened it and Tommy was already in the room. He grinned at us.
“Last night doesn't seem to have been very long.”
I looked at Mike, who, like me, was blushing.
“Uh, why?” I just managed to say.
“Well, the thick circles under your eyes suggest that you didn't get much rest. I'm just wondering what you did?"
When he said this, he put on one of his grins, which revealed that he actually knew exactly what was going on.
“Do you think you have to know everything?“ I joked back, but I shouldn't have said that, because one thing was clear: Tommy knew everything about me and he always managed to squeeze every little detail out of me.
”Yes. What do you think?”
We looked at each other and had to laugh. Mike was still standing there with his mouth open and couldn't say a word, so I explained to him that it was always like that with us. We then talked briefly about what had happened last night, decided not to say anything to the others for now, and finally had breakfast.
After we had filled our stomachs, we went to the beach. There we looked for a quiet place, which was quite difficult, because many others had the same idea as we did and wanted to relax by the sea on this really hot day. Somehow, however, we found a quiet place, which, to our amazement, was also partly in the shade.
But before we lay down in the sun, we had to apply sunscreen, because in California the sun is quite dangerous. Mike asked if I could put sunscreen on his back, which of course I immediately agreed to. When I was done, and I really took my time, I gave him the sunscreen and lay down on my stomach. Mike applied a large amount of cream to my back and began to spread it very slowly and gently over my back. I enjoyed his loving massage, but not only I, but also my little friend responded and I would have liked to have pounced on Mike, but unfortunately there were the other vacationers... (what a shame). After my back was really well taken care of, I stayed on my stomach for a while and hoped that I would soon have myself under control enough to dare to get up and go for a swim. After about five minutes, this problem was resolved, so I suggested going for a swim.
Everyone was thrilled because it was really hot and everyone was looking forward to cooling down. No sooner said than done. We ran to the water and romped around a bit. After a short time, however, the others wanted to do something for their complexion again and only Mike and I remained in the water. I was standing in the water with my legs apart when Mike dived under and between my legs. In doing so, he 'accidentally' touched my best piece. I flinched slightly and Mike resurfaced. No sooner up than he gave me a kiss. I drew back, because I was afraid that the others could see something and know what was going on. But he calmed me, because it was impossible to recognize who was kissing in the water, because our place was too far away from the water. So we continued where we had just left off and after about a quarter of an hour we decided to go to the others, because we were slowly getting webbed feet.
CHAPTER SIX – The Confession
While we were sunbathing again, I wondered how I could tell the others about me and Mike. Actually, they shouldn't mind, because none of them had ever made any derogatory comments about gays, apart from the normal things I said myself from time to time. But they were never meant seriously. But what if they did mean those comments seriously, would I lose my friends then? Would they still talk to me, or would they ignore me, or...
Thomas startled me out of my thoughts.
“Do you want to get something to eat?”
"Sure, I'd like to talk to you for a minute anyway.”
So Tommy, Mike and I went off and I told Tommy what I had just been thinking about.
“Hey, they'll take it cool. I'm even very sure about Lisa, because she has a gay uncle and she likes him very much and the others won't kill you right away either,” Tommy grinned at me.
“Well, I'd better tell them right away. Mike, I hope you don't mind?“
”No, I'm already out and I'd love to be able to kiss you in front of them too.“
No sooner said than done. When we were back with the others, I gathered all my courage.
”Hey guys, can you listen to me for a moment, I'd like to tell you something.”
“Yeah, what? Do you want to eat with that cute girl over there who's been staring at you all this time?“ Lisa interrupted.
I just looked at her seriously and she realized that I wanted to say something important.
”Sorry.“
”So there is something,” I continued, ”that I want to tell you. I've fallen in love.”
“Who is it? Do we know her?“ Ingo asked.
”Yes and no.“
Thomas and Mike grinned.
”Huh, so what, yes or no?“ Carmen said.
”You know the person, but it's a he.“
”Yeah, that's okay, but who is it?“ Lisa asked.
”It's Mike.”
“Aha, I thought so, that you have a crush on him.“
”Is that written all over me, Lisa?“
”Not exactly, but the way you were putting cream on him before, you looked at him with such loving eyes that I just thought my part.”
Lisa is talking to me, it doesn't seem to bother her, but what do the others say? Do they take it as lightly as Lisa? The two of them still looked at me somewhat puzzled. Ingo was the first to start talking.
"So what? You're making a big deal out of it, as if it would change anything. You're my buddy, I don't care if you're gay or straight.”
This answer sounded familiar. Tommy had said exactly the same thing to me back then. Now Carmen found her voice again.
“It's great that you have a boyfriend. And Ingo and I have found each other too.”
It wasn't news to me anymore, since I'd 'caught' them yesterday, but the others were amazed.
"Not only did you find each other yesterday, Ingo and I did too.”
“And when were you going to tell us?“ Lisa asked.
”Well, you don't need to know everything, do you?“
”Yes, we do.“
”We would have told you in time."
And with that she gave Ingo a kiss, and I didn't want to be outdone, so I gave Mike a kiss too, which at first he was a little surprised at my unexpected reaction. Now, of course, the others wanted to know how we found each other. So we told the whole story again. And Carmen and Ingo told theirs, because we were no less curious. Carmen bumped her foot on the bed and Ingo then gave her a kiss on the injured spot and then he just kissed her on the mouth (that was the short version, the long version wouldn't have been much more interesting). When they were done, Mike asked if I wanted to go for a walk along the beach. Sure, I wanted to, and after we had arranged with the others when we would meet for dinner, we set off.
We walked along for a while without either of us saying anything. Mike seemed very thoughtful, though.
"What's the matter with you, you seem so quiet?”
“Yes, I think I have to tell you something.“
”Go ahead, you can tell me anything.“
Somehow I felt queasy now. What could he tell me? Maybe he has a boyfriend? Or did he just want to have fun last night?
”Well, I didn't book a room here.“
”What are you trying to say?”
“Well, I saw you at the airport and I fell in love with you immediately. But how should I approach you? 'Hey, I'm gay and I've fallen in love with you.' Wouldn't have been very appropriate. And then I read your name on your backpack. So I asked at the front desk if you were staying at our hotel, and after it was confirmed, I just told Gaby (the lady at the front desk) to tell you that I had also booked the room, and you already know the rest.“
”So far so good, but why did Gaby do that? You're a guest here too, aren't you?”
“Not exactly, my father is the manager of the hotel and Gaby is my sister.“
”I see, and just to get me, you did this show?“
”Well, I wanted to be close to you and..."
But he didn't get any further because I gave him a kiss first. After we had pulled away from each other again, he asked me if I wasn't angry with him at all?
“You crazy, that was the greatest thing anyone has ever done for me, I'm not going to be mad at you.“
”Now I'm relieved, I thought that if I told you that, you would never want to talk to me again.“
”Why, I love you and that's the main...”
Now I couldn't finish what I was saying because he kissed me.
“Do you want to sleep at the hotel tonight, or do you feel like coming to my place?”
“Uh, I don't know... Do your parents know you're gay?”
"Yes, they know, and they're always happy to meet my friends, and our house is big enough, so no more backchat, otherwise...”
“What else?“
”Otherwise I'll have to knock you out and carry you home with me.“
”Oh, can you even do that?“
”You forget that I almost made it once.“
”You're right about that. But I still don't..."
Mike stood in front of me, but I wanted to keep him on tenterhooks a little longer.
“And besides, who knows if you're not a weirdo who wants to kidnap me and then blackmail my mother?“
”Yes, maybe, but you have to take the risk, otherwise you'll never know.“
”All right, you've convinced me, but what do we tell the others?“
”Well, the truth.”
After walking along the beach for a while, we went back to the others and told them our plans. I quickly packed a few things and then went to take a shower. I had barely gotten wet when the bathroom door opened and Mike came in.
“How much longer are you going to need?”
I pushed open the shower cubicle door and looked out.
“What did you say?"
Mike was standing right in front of me and just as he was about to answer, I pulled him into the shower and kissed him. I took off his wet T-shirt and briefly looked at him from top to bottom. He really was a handsome guy. His wet shorts stuck to his body and the outline of his penis was clearly visible. I could have looked at him like that for hours, but he bent down and kissed my now stiff cock, and then he started covering my penis with kisses. I already felt that I wouldn't need much longer, but he took all the time in the world and played with his lips on my glans. Slowly, my entire penis disappeared into his mouth and I felt like I was in seventh heaven. I could only moan. A short time later, I realized that all of my muscles were tensing up and I had an orgasm like I've never experienced before. I squirted into his mouth and he took it all in.
(Just by the way, for all those who wonder why I hadn't thought of contraception. I had recently donated blood and they always do an AIDS test, which was negative, and Mike had also been in hospital recently and had a test there, which was also negative. So enough said about contraception, now let's get on with the story.)
When I came to, I kissed Mike and then covered his body with caresses. There was only one spot I didn't caress, because I wanted to pleasure him for a really long time. At some point, I took his cock into my mouth and gently played with it with my lips. He moaned softly and I took that as an opportunity to scratch his testicles with my hand. I sensed that he was about to come, so I stopped and kissed his chest and slowly went down again. Once there, I took care of his best piece again and pampered it with my lips again. Mike moaned again and in the next moment I felt him pumping his sperm into my mouth. I swallowed it, although it tasted a bit salty at first. After we had finished showering, we got dressed and made our way to his house.
CHAPTER 7 – Sunset Boulevard
When we arrived at Mike's house on Sunset Boulevard after about half an hour, I was amazed. It really was a huge house, no, actually it wasn't a house at all, more of a mansion. Mike must have seen the astonished look on my face.
“You can close your mouth again, otherwise you'll swallow a fly.“
”I don't know what to say, it's overwhelming."
I don't know why either, but a few lines from a musical came to mind about this house.
'Have some pink champagne and caviar, when you go visit with a star, the hospitality is stellar – So this is where you're living? – Yes, it's quite a place, sleep seventeen, eight sunken tubs, a movie screen, a bowling alley in the cellar.' (from 'Sunset Boulevard', Music: A. L. Webber, Lyrics: Christopher Hampton and Don Black)
It really was the epitome of luxury. A white-painted house with a huge front garden that had a fountain in the middle with some kind of old antique figure standing on it. When we entered the house, I was amazed again. The tasteful interior design perfectly matched the huge rooms and, I don't know how to put it, because even though Mike's father must have had a lot of money, the house didn't look pretentious at all. It would take hours to describe every detail of what I saw, so I'll just say that it was a really great house.
Mike's family was not there yet and he took the opportunity to show me the whole house. I don't know how he did it, but he never got lost once, whereas I did, because when I wanted to go to the bathroom, I ended up in the kitchen and living room first. The last thing Mike showed me was his own childhood room.
I use this word on purpose, even though he was already 20, but his room was really still very childishly furnished, even if I don't mean childish in a pejorative way. There was his bed, with Disney motifs on the cover, and on his closet were countless stuffed animals. Of course, he also had a TV and a stereo system. At the sight of this, I couldn't help but laugh a little.
“What's the matter? Don't you like it?“
”Yes, yes, I think it's great, just the difference to the other rooms and then the stuffed animals and your bedspread.”
Now he had to laugh too.
“That's all right, you just laugh, but I just can't part with my little animals, I grew up with them and I want something to always remind me of home and my childhood.”
"Yes, I just think it's cute that a guy like that still plays with stuffed animals.”
“Does it bother you? You can leave if you want,” he said in a very serious tone, but the smile on his lips told me that he wasn't that serious.
“If you don't just play with your stuffed animals, then I'll stay, otherwise... but do you think my room looks much different? I also kept all my stuffed animals, but I was able to part with my bed sheets.”
I turned to him and kissed him. But all too soon we were torn from our embrace, because there was a knock at the door. A moment later, a man stood in the doorway who looked just like Mike, only about twice his age. He must have been his father. Mike immediately confirmed this suspicion.
“This is my father, Sammy. Dad, this is Sammy.“
”Pleased to meet you, Mr. Müllinger.“
”Nice to meet you. You can call me Karl.“
Without me being able to say anything, Karl gave me a brief hug.
”Dinner will be ready in half an hour.“
”Good, Dad. Are the others here yet?”
“Yes, they are already waiting for you, come on down."
No sooner said than done, shortly thereafter we were standing in the living room and a general round of greetings was held, with everyone hugging me. Somehow it was all a bit strange. Mrs. Müllinger, or rather Gerda, was a year younger than Karl, so 42, but didn't look it. I already knew Gaby, Mike's sister, and just for the very curious, she's 23, but she looked better in 'normal' clothes. Tim, the little brother, 17, was really a handsome guy. He had short, light blonde hair, steel-blue eyes and a smile that made you weak. Then there was a boy who introduced himself as James and who looked like Gaby's boyfriend.
Wait a minute, this face seemed familiar to me. But how? Who was it?
“Excuse me, but I know you from somewhere, but at the moment I don't know what to do with you.“
”That's quite possible, maybe you've seen me on TV. Right?“
”Yes, I think so too, but where?"
Everyone else started laughing. I didn't think that was funny at all. I knew him, but didn't know from where.
“It doesn't really matter, but if you tell me your full name, I'll definitely know who you are and where I know you from.“
”All right, I'm James van der Beek.“
”Oh right, the one from 'Dawson's Creek,' right?“
”Exactly, but could we please drop it now, I'm just James and not some kind of star.”
“All right, James."
Somehow I was quite nervous now, because standing so close to a star of my favorite show was a bit unusual. And then that voice, it was just heavenly. I never particularly liked his dubbed voice, but in real life he sounded sooo cute. Oh God, I'm raving again.
“Hey, don't look at him like that, you're my friend and Gaby might object too.“
”He is cute, but I wouldn't want to trade him for you, although when I think about it..."
Mike's elbow landed in my ribs and everyone laughed. Everyone wouldn't be right, because James didn't laugh and just looked a little lost.
“Could someone tell me why you are laughing like that?“
(Just by the way, we were speaking German and James didn't understand a word of it.)
”Not so important,” laughed Karl, ”let's finally eat, I'm really hungry.”
So we went into the dining room and ate a really delicious meal (that sounds really pretentious now, but I can't think of a better word). Not much happened during the meal, except that we did some small talk and I learned that James often stayed at the hotel and therefore got to know and love Gaby. And then Mike and I had to tell the story of how we met, of course. Although we left out a few 'insignificant' details. Tim was quite quiet throughout the meal. I thought he was just listening intently and was perhaps a little shy, but I was to learn that his silence had a different reason.
After we had all eaten and were still talking, Mike suggested going for another swim in the pool. While we were on our way to the pool, something occurred to me:
“Uh Mike, I don't have my swimming trunks with me.”
"Oh, well, what do we do about that?”
The others started laughing, but I didn't understand what was so funny. Well, there are some things you don't have to understand, but I was curious.
“What is there to laugh about?”
Then Tim spoke:
“How should I put this, Sammy, let me put it this way, it's not really common for us to go swimming in our swimming trunks.“
”Am I supposed to swim with my clothes on?"
I think I was a bit slow on the uptake at the moment, which could be seen from the others' reaction.
“No, we swim naked.“
Did I just hear right, they swim naked, and in front of their parents?
”Do you have a problem with that?“ That was Karl.
”I don't know, I've never done that before.”
“Then it's time you did.“
So much for prudish America, but actually they were German, only I wouldn't have thought that James would be so relaxed about it. Tim had just come back with a stack of towels under his arm, and a short time later they were all standing there naked. I hesitated a little longer.
”Come on, or are you stuck to the ground?”
So, I plucked up all my courage and took off my shorts. Now I was also standing there in Adam's costume. Somehow I felt uncomfortable because the others were staring at me.
“What's the matter, do I have something in my nose?”
“No, it's just that your dick isn't circumcised,” said Tim, “isn't that weird?”
“Counter question, isn't it weird to be circumcised?“
”Touché!"
Now my embarrassment had also subsided and, hey presto, I jumped into the water, where the others were already waiting to finally submerge me. But if they thought that I would just let myself be submerged all the time, they were mistaken. After a lot of submerging and “I can cum in your face” action, we finally came to rest and spread ourselves evenly in the pool. We kissed (for those who are now thinking of group sex or something like that, I'm sorry to disappoint, because everyone just kisses his partner) and maybe more than just that. In any case, Mike and I.
The other two couples then also slowly withdrew. Although I enjoyed feeling Mike's hands on me, I felt uncomfortable because I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching us, and my suspicions were confirmed. When I broke away from Mike and turned around, I could see that Tim was sitting alone at the edge of the pool watching us. Mike, of course, immediately chewed him out.
“What are you staring at us like that for, haven't you got anything better to do?“
Tim was still looking at us and although his face was still wet from swimming, I thought I saw a tear running down his cheek.
”Get lost, you're disturbing us.“
”Hey, don't snap at your brother like that, I think he's not feeling well.”
“Oh man, what's the point of that now. Don't you mind being watched?“
”Yes, but you don't have to snap at your brother like that.“
”He shouldn't be so sensitive. Watching other people kiss is just not done.“
”My God, was it that bad?”
“No, not really. Are you still there, Tim? Get lost.“
Tim jumped up and as he ran away I could still hear him saying ‘I hate you’ through his tears.
Well, my Mike had managed that just fine.
”Great, look what you've done.”
“Yeah, you're right, I didn't mean it like that. But he's such a pain. I have to go to him.“
”You'd better not do that right now, because I don't think he wants to talk to you right now. I'll go check on him.“
”But...“
”No buts, it's better this way.”
So I went back into the house and looked for Tim's room. The search was harder than I thought. But at some point I heard someone crying through a door and that could only be Tim. I knocked. No answer. I knocked again, but louder. A short silence, then a quiet “Who's there?”
“It's me, Sammy. Can I come in for a minute?“
”If you must."
So I opened the door and went into the room..